When he looked at the face, Zeng Yu felt strange because of this old Confucian's glance, and now he listened to the old Confucian ask the four happy words, looking at the silhouette of the old Confucian and the dove-headed staff in his hand, and suddenly remembered that this was the old scholar he had seen in the Shanxi Road Pavilion, at that time, the old scholar had been sitting with his eyes open, and an old servant also asked him about the distance of Shanxi Station-

Zeng Yuxin said: "How can this old scholar know my name and what is he looking for me?" Zeng Yu is a bit of martial arts, he moved two steps sideways, and there was no staggering, when he looked sideways, a young man wearing a scarf and a green shirt passed by him, and shouted: "Let one let, let one let." "Push people first, then speak.

There were two people behind the young man, both dressed as scholars, and they ran into the front of the painting stall, and the sound of "brushing" sounded, and the three of them opened the folding fan in their hands together, and glanced at the ink painting on the ground for the young man wearing a scarf, and asked Sixi: "Who painted it?" ”

Sixi said: "My young master painted it." ”

The young man shook the folding fan and asked, "Who is the surname of your young master, and who is the name?" ”

Sixi heard that the tone of this young man with a scarf was far less kind than that of the old Confucian, so he refused to answer, and only asked: "How many sons buy paintings?" ”

The old man with a dove-headed staff hurriedly said: "I bought this painting, little scholar, quickly collect the painting and take me to meet your young master." ”

The young man with the scarf squinted at the old Confucian, and when he saw the old Confucian squinting, his face suddenly showed contempt and disgust, and he said to Sixi: "I bought these four paintings, well, these are four pennies, and one painting is one penny." As he spoke, he threw four fifth-class Jiajing Tongbao at Sixi's feet, and beckoned the two accomplices around him to collect the paintings.

Sixi was dumbfounded and before he could speak, the old man said angrily: "These four paintings are only worth four cents? You look at this plum blossom picture, the pen is frustrated, with buds, want to open, bloom, small stamen, pitch posture, delicate and upright, vivid and expressive, and then look at the main trunk of this plum branch——"

"And how much do you think these four paintings are worth?" The young man in the scarf interrupted Lao Ru's words, but asked Lao Ru like this.

The old Confucian said: "Calligraphy and painting are priceless, and the price is vulgar, if——"

The young man in the scarf interrupted the old man's words again and sneered: "Priceless, that's worthless?" Forget it, I see that this little slave is pitiful for setting up a stall, so I rewarded him with four cents to buy these four paintings - collect the paintings, collect the paintings. "Lean over and pull out the pebbles from the paper, and you're going to take the painting away.

Sixi knelt down and pressed the painting paper on the ground with both palms and shouted: "Don't sell, don't sell, whoever wants your four pennies, never sell it." ”

The old Confucian said: "I'll buy it, it's good to give one or two pieces of silver for the four paintings, little scholar?" ”

For an anonymous painter, this is already a very high price, you must know that Xu Wei's flower and bird paintings when he was thirty years old were only sold for three or five hundred pieces, this old Confucian met Zeng Yu's family in Shanxi Road Pavilion, and then saw Sixi selling paintings in Fuzhou, of course, he thought that Zeng Yu was poor or encountered some trouble and urgently needed money, so he had to buy these four paintings first, and then asked Zeng Yu what difficulties he had after seeing Zeng Yu-

Sixi looked up to find Zeng Yu, and wanted to ask the young master if he would sell a tael of silver, but then he heard the young man with a scarf say to the old confucian: "You give a tael of silver?" Well, give me the silver, and the four paintings will be yours. ”

Sixi raised his head and glared at the young man in the scarf, and shouted, "You bully people! ”

The old man said angrily: "How can this be reasonable, the old man only buys paintings from this little scholar, how can he give you the silver." ”

The young man said: "I have bought these four paintings, if you want it, I will cut my love and transfer it to you, if you don't want it, I will take it." Looking down at Sixi, he shouted: "Take these four cents and leave quickly, if you don't leave, I will beat you." Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder, and someone behind him asked, "When were these four sold to you?" ”

Of course, it was Zeng Yu who spoke, he just watched coldly, the kindness of the old Confucian in his eyes, the malice of the three young men in the scarf was even more clear at a glance, he asked for a make-up exam, he didn't want to cause trouble, he stayed in the inn for two days and was really safe, but he didn't expect to cause trouble by selling a painting in this Guanwang Temple, it was difficult to go out for a thousand days at home, not only the road was blocked and long, but also these ruffians harassed and harmed people!

"Who are you, I bought my own paintings, what does it matter to you!" The young man in the scarf turned his head to look at Zeng Yu.

Zeng Yu said: "These paintings are made by me—"

Sixi hurriedly called out "Young Master" as if proving.

The young man with the scarf looked at Zeng Yu twice, and saw that he was a young scholar with no merit, and his accent was not a local like this painting and book seller, so he said: "Even if it is made by you, since I have paid for it, it is mine." ”

The two accomplices beside the young man clamored:

"Exactly, since I have bought it, of course these four paintings belong to Luo Gongzi."

"You little guy, stop quickly, don't press the drawing, or you will break your little thin arm with one foot."

Zeng Yu waved to the old man with a happy face and said, "Old gentleman, please wait a moment, stay and solve this matter later, and then ask the old gentleman for advice, where is the old gentleman's servant?" It's over there, very good, please stay over there. He turned his head and asked the young man with a scarf: "How much did you pay for these four paintings?" ”

The young man sneered twice: "Hehe, four cents, these four paintings are not priced, of course, how much is given." ”

This kind of person is clearly a scoundrel and blackmail, and it is impossible to make sense of it, Zeng Yu asked Sixi: "Sixi, did you promise to sell him the painting?" ”

Sixi hurriedly said: "No, no, I said that if you don't sell it, you won't sell it, you won't sell it." ”

The young man with the scarf said arrogantly: "Since I gave the money, this painting is mine, and if you dare to regret it, I will beat you." ”

Zeng Yu leaned over and picked up the four Jiajing Tongbao, discarded three of them casually, only one remained, stuffed it into the hand of the young man with a scarf, and said, "Now I have used this money to buy the four paintings back——"

The onlookers all laughed, and then fell silent, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the young man with a scarf, who was obviously quite notorious in the area of Guanwang Temple, and the onlookers had some fear in their eyes.

The young man with the scarf pinched the copper coin, was stunned at first, and then came to his senses, his face suddenly turned red, and the green tendons on his neck rose, and he raised his hand to throw the copper coin on Zeng Yu's face, and at the same time scolded: "Master today-"

There is no room for this kind of thing to turn around, only to strike first, Zeng Yu did not wait for the young man in the scarf to throw out the money, and smashed the left cheek of the young man in the scarf with a punch, and smashed the guy's swearing words back, this guy didn't beat, only one punch fell to the ground, Zeng Yu grabbed over and kicked him in the back a few times, kicked him all over the ground, and scolded: "You dog thief dare to bully me on the head-", at a glance, the two accomplices of the young man in the scarf grabbed their sleeves and wanted to make a move, and immediately jumped up, three punches and two kicks knocked down the two guys, At this time, Fang Zhi can memorize a few words of Nalan Xingde to plagiarize and show off, it is better to use a few tricks.

"Sixi, let's go."

Zeng Yu waved to the onlookers, and strode away with Sixi, who had already rolled up the four paintings in his hands.

The old Confucian stood under a cypress tree on the side of the square of Guanwang Temple, and saw that there seemed to be a fight on the side of the station in front of the temple, and he was worried that Zeng Yu's master and servant would suffer, so he hurriedly ordered his young servant to rush to help, but when he saw that Zeng Yu's master and servant had already come, he hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Zeng Xiaoyou, what happened?" ”

Zeng Yu wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead and said, "The four paintings that the three ruffians wanted to slander me were knocked down by me-the old gentleman invited him to the hostel where he was temporarily staying, okay?" ”

"Okay." The squinting old man looked at Zeng Yu with appreciation, and said with a smile: "Zeng Xiaoyou Yunwen Yunwu, Zhenqishi, wonderful, wonderful, the old man loves Junyan like you who doesn't read dead books." ”

Zeng Yu turned his head to look at the station building in front of the temple, the crowd of onlookers had dispersed, only the three guys who were knocked to the ground by him were still sitting there rubbing their heads and feet, and immediately accompanied the old man to the inn where he lived, and said: "I seem to have seen the old gentleman in a certain road pavilion in Yongfeng County, Guangxin Prefecture, and I dare not confirm it——"

The old man smiled and said: "That's the old man, that evening the old man ordered the two servants to look for you everywhere in Shanxi Station, but you went away with the boat, and you were very sad, but today you met unexpectedly, how happy it is." ”

Zeng Yu asked cautiously: "I don't know the old gentleman's name, what is the matter with looking for his later life?" ”

The old Confucian dove's head cane supported the ground with a little bit of strength, and he walked very strongly, and said with a smile: "Does Zeng Xiaoyou feel old and presumptuous?" ”

Zeng Yu hurriedly said: "No, no, I just don't know why the old gentleman loves him?" ”

The old Confucian reported his name and said: "The old man's surname is Xie, his name is Hazel, his name is Mao Qin, and he is from Siming Mountain, I don't know if Zeng Xiaoyou has heard of the old decay and cheap name?" When he asked this, he was very earnest, and it was obvious that Zeng Yu would be very happy if he had heard of his name.

Of course, Zeng Yu couldn't sweep the old gentleman's interest, thinking nervously, Xie Zhen, Xie Maoqin, Siming Mountain people, he really didn't have any impression, he didn't know the historical facts during the Jiajing period, he knew that Emperor Jiajing liked alchemy and medicine, and he didn't go to court for a long time, Xia Yan and Yan Song, the two first assistants were both from Jiangxi, as for the cultural celebrities at this time, of course, Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang were the first to recommend Xu Wei Xu Wenchang, Zeng Yu liked Xu Wei's calligraphy and painting the most, but Xu Wei was the same as Van Gogh, and his reputation did not leave the countryside during his lifetime-

This Siming Mountain man Xie Zhen squinted, then he could not participate in the imperial examination, so it could not be an official of Zhishi, Zeng Yu could see that the old gentleman's right eye was blind since childhood, not a cataract, since he was not an official, and he had a great reputation, then he was only famous in poetry, calligraphy and painting, Zeng Yu knew that the more famous literati in the Ming Dynasty had "the first seven sons" and "the last seven sons", which was prestigious at that time, not like Xu Wei who enjoyed great fame after his death, and then tentatively said: "Late born lonely and unheard, I heard that there are seven sons——"

Zeng Yu deliberately dragged out his voice, and saw this old Confucian and said with a smile: "Where can you be lonely and unheard, our Seven Sons Society used to have only six sons, and a few years ago there was a Seven Sons Main Alliance, Ha Luha, the old man is Xie Maoqin, one of the seven sons." ”

Zeng Yu hurriedly said: "It turns out that it is really Mr. Xie, disrespectful, disrespectful in his later life." ”

The old Confucian Xie Zhen smiled and said: "The future is terrible, the old man saw the two fragments you discarded due to the rain in the pavilion that day, poems, books, and paintings are all good, and I have the heart to get acquainted, and I failed to find you in Shanxi Station, thinking that it would be difficult to meet again, but I really didn't expect to meet here, strange fate, strange fate." ”

Zeng Yu was in awe of this old Confucian, Xie Zhen is already famous all over the world, but he unabashedly appreciates a few mutilated paintings of an unknown junior, this is the real literati, in this world, studying is only to be an official, and a pure literati like Xie Zhen is very rare-

Of course, having said that, Xie Zhen was able to retain this purity because he couldn't participate in the imperial examination because of his eyes, is this his luck or misfortune?

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