Song Wenjie didn't know what we were talking about, and he was still laughing on the side, I really don't know how this elm pimple would react if he knew that what Tian Ji said was true.

"Wen Jie, I came to you today and wanted to ask you to help me see something." Ye Zhiqiu didn't bother to pay attention to us, took out the scroll we found in Maijishan, and carefully spread it out on the table. "There are five flying heavens in this picture scroll, I see that the painting style is the same as the flying sky of the Tang Dynasty in the Dunhuang murals, you are an expert in this area, help see the source."

When the scroll fell into Song Wenjie's eyes, his whole person was frozen like the Buddha statue here, and the smile that was still hanging on the corner of his mouth before turned into a shock now, and he found a magnifying glass on the table in a panic, and I even saw his hands shaking, and the excitement was beyond words.

Song Wenjie watched and spoke, he was too excited to figure out whether to say it to us or to himself, he said that the flying sky of the Dunhuang murals was not blurred at first, and the Warring States period began to decorate the top of the figures with red dots.

It was only in the Han Dynasty that the cheeks of the characters were smeared with red to express the color of the face, although there was a certain three-dimensional effect, but it was not strong.

The figures in the Buddhist murals in the Western Regions are all smudged with vermilion, the low places are deep and dark, the high places are shallow and bright, the bridge of the nose is painted with white powder, and the ears are uplifted and bright.

"The flying smudge in this painting is the ultimate ...... of Dunhuang murals in the Tang Dynasty."

Song Wenjie was halfway through speaking, dropped the magnifying glass and rummaged through a thick book next to him a little frantically, looking at him as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, and soon Song Wenjie's whole person fell on the book.

"The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally let me find it, I thought it would be impossible to see the original appearance of this mural again in this life." Song Wenjie walked up to Ye Zhiqiu with the book. "The pattern in this painting you brought is from the mural in Cave 126 of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, which is a picture of five people flying to the sky, but unfortunately it has been damaged for a long time, so that it cannot be repaired to this day."

As soon as we heard this, we hurriedly stepped forward, and the insert in the book was a photograph of a mural taken in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, on which only the mottled and faded walls and completely discolored paint could be seen, but the patterns in the remaining murals were exactly the same as those in the scroll.

"Zhiqiu, where did you find this painting?" Song Wenjie asked excitedly.

"I found it by accident, but I don't know the source, so I came to ask you for advice." Ye Zhiqiu flickered, after all, she was not used to lying, but fortunately, Song Wenjie was silent, and she couldn't see Ye Zhiqiu's insincerity. "Wen Jie, although the Dunhuang murals are precious, why do you care so much about this one?"

"There are a large number of flying heavens in the Dunhuang murals, and there are many that have been preserved now, but the things are rare and precious, and the source of flying is mostly the incense god Qianjin Po and the god of song and dance in the eight heavenly dragons in Buddhism." Song Wenjie's voice trembled with excitement. "And the situation is mostly scattered flowers flying in the sky, holding up a variety of musical instruments to fly in the air, so it is also called the music of the flying sky, in all the murals found so far, the flying sky appears in these two forms, but only the flying style in the murals of the 126th cave is very different."

"What's the difference?" I stepped forward and asked seriously.

"Judging from the findings of our current research, most of the things held by Feitian are musical instruments, such as waist drums, clappers, flutes, horizontal flutes, reed sheng, pipa, ruan strings, etc." Song Wenjie put down the book in his hand and retreated to the edge of the scroll. "But when we found the murals in the 126th grotto, we were shocked to see from the mutilated Feitian murals that these five Feitian were holding other things in their hands."

We hurriedly gathered around the portrait, carefully identified the things in the hands of the flying sky above, and were shocked to find that the first flying sky on the right was holding a white four-section bamboo cane in his hand, with dense Sanskrit characters on the body of the staff, and a white hanging curtain on it, and the top of the phoenix-tailed dragon was cut at both ends, and the three pointed horns of the green wings were floating below, and the Xuanling hung on it.

"What kind of instrument is this?" Tian Ji asked suspiciously.

"It's not a musical instrument, the only thing we still make out in the grotto is the object in the hand of the first flying man on the left, and we were shocked to find it after a long period of research." Song Wenjie quickly found a step book on the table, opened it in a panic and presented a picture in front of us. "What this flying sky is holding in his hand is actually a spirit flag!"

We immediately looked at each other, and Ye Zhiqiu was even more dumbfounded and said: "The flying sky is all in a peaceful and solemn form, how can it be possible to hold the spirit flag?!" ”

"That's why the 126th cave in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang is strange, at that time we gathered a lot of experts for archaeological research, and we have never been able to solve the mystery, but unfortunately the remaining murals are seriously damaged, the original pattern can not be identified, has been considered the biggest regret." Song Wenjie looked at the picture scroll excitedly and said. "I didn't expect this mural to have a picture book, and the appearance and material are from the early Tang Dynasty, and this picture scroll is also a priceless cultural relic."

"Mine!" Tian Ji is estimated to be worth hearing about it.

"No, this should belong to everyone!" Song Wenjie shook his head with a rigorous expression, as if he was defending his life, he couldn't stand it the most, he looked exactly the same as Ye Zhiqiu sometimes, and he was angry when he looked at it.

"It's in our hands, it's his." I pointed to Tian Ji, and then said to Song Wenjie with a ruffian smile. "When it comes to your hands, what you want to do with this thing has nothing to do with us, but from our hands to your hands, there is still a process, called trading, you say, how much money do you plan to pay to make this thing yours?"

Song Wenjie was stunned, he talked about these things there, it is estimated that in his heart, all cultural relics should not be used for trading, Ye Zhiqiu asked me to tease Song Wenjie, pulled me away, glared at me and said to Song Wenjie: "Don't listen to his nonsense, don't worry, I won't let this thing go wrong, and when it's done, I'll send this painting to the Dunhuang Research Institute." ”

"The Ling family's things, why did you say that you would send them." The palace lord was next to him again.

"I also have the blood of the Ling family in my body, and I am also half of the Ling family, why can't I send it." Ye Zhiqiu argued with reason.

"You also know that you are only half of the Ling family, and now the Ling family is in charge of Ling Zhihan, don't you see what you are wearing on this panting wrist in front of you?" Gong Jue pulled me back again, pointed at me and looked at Ye Zhiqiu coldly. "He is the person of the Ling family, and he has the final say on how to deal with it."

"He's going to have to listen to me, too." Ye Zhiqiu obviously couldn't say that the palace lord.

"Joke, why does he listen to you, the shopkeeper gave him the pawnshop and the house when he was young, to put it bluntly, from the day he arrived at the Sifang pawnshop, all your food and accommodation are his, you tell me why he wants to listen to you?" The palace lord is unrelenting and aggressive.

"You ......" Ye Zhiqiu has always been sharp in front of me, but I don't know why he has never taken advantage of every confrontation with the palace lord, his face was flushed with anger, and he pulled me to ask. Say it yourself, listen to whom? ”

"Gong Jue is not wrong in what he said, theoretically speaking, the pawnshop and the house in the four directions are mine, as long as I am willing, the Ling family is also mine...... You should listen to me. I touched Ye Zhiqiu's head with a hippie smile.

Ye Zhiqiu opened my hand, pursed his lips and looked at me indignantly: "I can see you clearly, my dad is not here, you will bully people." ”

"Okay, don't you play with you, when someone wants you in the future, I will give you the pawnshop and house as a dowry, and I will ensure that you will marry beautifully, and my mother's family will also have face." I smiled and told Ye Zhiqiu not to be angry.

Who knew that the more I talked about her, the more angry she became, and stepped forward and grabbed me by the collar: "Gu Chaoge, you are a bastard!" ”

In the open office of Nuoda, all the people who were dedicated to their work were attracted by Ye Zhiqiu's voice, and looked at us with confusion from all directions, looking at Ye Zhiqiu's appearance, she seemed to want to crush my bones and ashes.

"Can you stop being such a philistine, we are here to find a way to save the shopkeeper, how can you make it seem like the spoils are unevenly divided, can you be open-minded, I don't want this painting." Tian Ji should have seen that the posture was wrong, and said with a smile.

"It's all your fault." I glared at the heartless field chicken, it was rare to see Ye Zhiqiu make such a big fire, and he forced out a smile. "Yes, now no one is fighting with you, you can do whatever you want with this painting, it's not."

"Who said that no one wants it, and the field chicken doesn't want it, I want it." The palace lord looked invincible.

"." I rubbed my forehead vigorously, and I had the heart to hit the wall. "How did I meet you guys, what did I owe you in my last life, stop this in advance, get down to business today, get the shopkeeper back, you can toss as much as you like."

Ye Zhiqiu slowly let go of my collar, Song Wenjie looked at us back and forth with a blank face, timidly afraid to speak, I walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "In this way, from now on, what I ask you, what do you answer, promise to know everything, and when our business is done, how about I let you copy a picture?" ”

Song Wenjie's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and he almost knelt down for me, I pointed to the picture scroll on the table and asked him with a serious face: "This five-person flying map, except for the first one holding the spirit flag, what are the rest of the flying heavens holding in their hands?" ”

"The second one on the left is holding a demon pestle." Song Wenjie hurriedly picked up a magnifying glass and said while looking at it. "The first one on the right holds a sword, the one next to him holds a scepter, and the one in the middle holds a flying ......"

Song Wenjie's eyebrows slowly wrinkled, his head pressed lower, and when he looked up for a long time, his face was full of doubts, and he said to me in some surprise.

"Feitian in the middle holds his hands left and right, holding up a door?!"