Sitting down at the table in the bedroom, Jiang Qi put aside the Ruyao pen wash and opened the other box.

"I forgot to change the box for this treasure."

Jiang Qi slapped his head, Old Man Wang's acting skills are really good, in order to meet the characteristics of a crop household, even the box is an ordinary wooden box.

In Jiang Qi's opinion, this is obviously an insult to this treasure.

According to Li Tong, this is not to mention 800,000 yuan, if it is at the auction, adding a zero is not worthy of a low price.

It's a priceless thing, whether it's a major auction or a private collector, at least there's nothing like it in antiques circles.

Therefore, that old man Wang's companion offered a price of three million, and he didn't expect Jiang Qi to sell it at all.

People are trying to find a sense of presence in front of other people.

Look, I'm the gang of critics who sell priceless treasures as scrap, come and talk to me, maybe I have something like that in my hands.

There are no fools in the antique circle, since Jiang Qi's loss here is irreparable, he must make up for it elsewhere.

As for directly using some indiscriminate means to find trouble with Jiang Qi, let's not talk about the rules of the antique circle.

Jiang Qi himself was also curious about whether there was anything similar in the hands of this gang.

I even expected the other party to hit my own muzzle.

Shake your head and shake these indifferent thoughts out.

Jiang Qi adjusted his internal breath and restored Xuan Qi and True Qi to the most active level.

There is no way, it is really the sequelae of Yao Guangxiao's eighteenth son.

Su Shi's era was earlier than Yao Guangxiao, and his aura was more vigorous, and the probability of a moth was not small.

What's more, Jiang Qi can be sure that under the 5,000-year-old history books of Shenzhou, there is still a strange and mysterious world.

Jiang Qi is now suspecting that the visions described in the history books when those emperors were born may not have been made up......

At that time, I didn't remember that asking Zhu Yuanzhang was still a question, which was Jiang Qi's biggest regret in the past two days.

"Hoo ......"

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Jiang Qi adjusted his state to the best, and cautiously picked up the white jade pen on the table.

Jiang Qi carefully injected a true qi, but there was no response.

"It seems that the real anger is not good, so ......"

Jiang Qi replaced it with a black-gold Xuanqi and injected it into the white jade pen barrel.

"Buzz!"

With a buzz, the white jade pen trembled, emitting a misty white light, slowly enveloping Jiang Qi's sight.

Jiang Qi waited quietly, for this process, Jiang Qi, who had already experienced it twice, said that he was familiar with the road.

Moreover, this white jade pen barrel is much gentler than the previous two times.

The short knife is a dream without saying a word, directly pulling you into the ancient battlefield, and perfectly restoring the bloody battle on the battlefield one to one.

And the eighteenth son is even more excessive, not only is he pulled into the illusion realm without saying a word, but he still uses Jiang Qi's own true qi, and it is outrageous to be forced to produce and sell it himself.

Look at the white jade pen holder again, if you don't move, people won't bother you with a word, even if it is activated, it is a little bit of a display of strangeness, leaving plenty of time to react and make psychological preparations.

is worthy of being a great writer, but it is different from a stubborn martial artist and a heart-attacking poisoner.

Jiang Qi sighed like this, and the white light gradually filled his sight.

Su Shi's obsessive fantasy is here.

......

Jiayou for three years.

In the middle of the lake, small pavilions, light rain, dusk.

Green plum boiled green ant wine, accompanied by eight stacks of side dishes.

The oven next to the stone table is slightly hot, and there is a fresh fish in the steamer.

There are four stone benches, but only two people sit opposite each other.

From Jiang Qi's point of view, sitting opposite him was a handsome and elegant man in a neat green shirt, holding a wine glass and saying, "Respect brother." ”

Jiang Qi's perspective also reached out to pick up the cup, this hand is very good-looking, the bones are distinct, slender but not weak, the fingers are round, and the roots are fleshy.

The two clinked glasses and drank them all.

The man on the other side poured wine and said: "Brother was a high school jinshi a long year ago, when he should be a young man, how could he celebrate his birthday, but he only called his foolish brother to this small pavilion in the middle of the lake?" ”

Jiang Qi opened his mouth uncontrollably and said with a smile: "Young and frivolous, I think that everyone in the world can try it, who knows that the palace test is only the second department, and it is the last in the same year, where does it come from to brag?" ”

There is the energy of a young man in his voice, as well as three points of self-deprecation.

"Then I'm worse than my brother, shouldn't I be ashamed to throw myself into the lake?"

"Before you throw yourself into the lake, drink this cup to the fullest!"

The two smiled at each other and raised their glasses again.

Jiang Qi listened to the young man opposite, and the conversation he possessed was drinking, where could he not guess the identities of these two?

It was Su Shi who was possessed, and Su Zhe was naturally in front of him.

After three rounds of drinking, Su Zhe was a little drunk, took out a box from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Birthday gift, for my brother." ”

Su Shi was not polite, he took the box and opened it, and there was a white jade brush lying quietly inside, with a line of small characters engraved on it: Brother Zhe is a gift, congratulations to Brother on his birthday.

"Good thing, it seems that this is a love thing that can accompany my brother for a lifetime."

"My brother is only in his twenties, and it's a bit too early to talk about his life now, right?"

"Isn't a person's life a white horse? Come on, come on, drink and drink! ”

......

This is the end of this illusion.

Jiang Qi opened his eyes, and it was obvious that this was just one of the paragraphs, which could be regarded as a reproduction of the origin of this white jade brush.

"Let's start the second paragraph."

Jiang Qi injected Xuan Qi again, and his eyes were filled with misty white light.

It's really humane, and it's segmented, fully considering the holder's mental endurance, worthy of Mr. Dongpo.

Jiang Qi sighed like this and entered the illusion again.

"Whoa!!"

The sound of the tide is endless.

There is a small pavilion not far from the sea.

The withered hands are no longer as round as they were when they were young, but they are more powerful, like a strong old pine.

Holding a warm white jade brush in his hand, it falls on the paper, which is like a natural calligraphy.

Jiang Qi saw the content on the paper through Su Shi's eyes.

"Two days before the winter solstice, Haiman offered oysters. Cut it, get several liters, the meat and pulp into the water, and boil it with the wine, and the food is very beautiful, and there is no beginning. Take the big one, scorch, chew it, and cook it beautifully. Sea country crab-eating snail eight-legged fish, how can you get tired? Every time you quit the son, be careful not to say, I am afraid that the northern gentlemen will hear it, and they will strive to do it for Dongpo, ask for Hainan, and share my beauty! ”

Su Shi, who is no longer young, put down the white jade brush, looked up at the tide, and said with a smile: "My brother, in the past, the small pavilion in the center of the lake was given this pen, and it became a prophecy, I am afraid that I really want to accompany me for a lifetime." ”

When the words fell, Jiang Qi's eyes darkened.

When I opened it again, the tide disappeared, and in its place was the ancient and quiet temple in front of me.

It's still the white jade brush, but the hand holding it is more withered than last time, and it doesn't seem so powerful.

Su Shi, who is close to the sixtieth year, lifts the pen.

"The heart is like a wood that has been ashes, and the body is like a boat that is not tied. Ask Ru Ping's life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou. ”

After writing, Su Shi stopped writing and looked up at the moonlight outside the window, gray and misty, as if he was already like a candle before the wind and a lamp in the rain.

"There are many regrets in this life, but those who worry about themselves can only get one or two."

"Maybe it's not long before I die, so I'm more selfish."

"I haven't tasted all the delicious food in the world, and the biggest regret of this life is ......"