Needless to say, because of this word, Ah Bao and the other six people were treated more warmly, the specifications of lunch were improved, and Li Fuzi also asked his family to go to the restaurant to order some hard dishes.

At the dinner table, the paper has been reloaded into the wooden box, Li Fuzi has already begun to discuss with the students how to frame the letter, and Li Shengfa also took the opportunity to make suggestions.

"Dad, I'm afraid that there are no good craftsmen in our county, this paper looks very old at first glance, what if there is any mistake?"

This paper is not only old, it was old paper back then, splashed ink and dust, and it has not been well preserved over the years, and it looks really fragile.

Li Fuzi frowned slightly.

"It is not difficult to frame calligraphy and paintings, it is simple to say, and it is indeed a delicate job, this word"

"I think let's go to Yuezhou to find a craftsman, Xingwen has a study shop in Yuezhou, and I know a powerful craftsman."

The guests also echoed at this moment.

"That's right, Master Li, and a few sons, I have a small study shop in Yuezhou, and sometimes I also provide some objects for your Yuezhou Academy, I know that one person has extraordinary skills, and can even reframe ancient calligraphy and paintings without leaving traces, and even repair them slightly, looking for him will be foolproof!"

The old master's heart moved.

"Yuezhou? But Xu Zichang? ”

The guests' eyes lit up when they heard this.

"The old master also knows about this person?"

Li Fuzi nodded slightly.

"How can I not know, I heard that this person is a person from the east of the reef, who came thousands of miles away just to witness the picture of the immortal furnace of mountains and rivers, but this peerless famous painting disappeared in Yuezhou, and Xu Zichang also stayed in Yuezhou and did not leave!"

As he spoke, the old master looked at a few students beside him.

"Although Xu Zichang's temper is eccentric, but the craftsmanship is a must, an ancient painting in the hands of the old mountain chief of the academy was not well preserved, and this person was invited to reframe and repair, and there is no trace after the fact, which can be called a wonderful hand!"

The guest nodded again and again, and couldn't help but interject at this moment.

"What the old master said is that Xu Zichang is actually not famous in Yuezhou, and there are not many people who know it, but his calligraphy Danqing also has good attainments, and it is a must to frame and repair calligraphy and paintings!"

"And I dare to conclude that when this word is brought to Xu Zichang, even if he doesn't collect money, he will also make a move!"

The conversation between the old master and the guests made Yi Abao and several other students excited, and they knew that this person named Xu Zichang was very powerful!

The old master couldn't help nodding at this moment and said to a few students.

"If you only look at the side of framing and protecting calligraphy, it is naturally best to ask Xu Zichang to make a move, but after all, it is in Yuezhou, and now it is the Spring Festival, how do you decide?"

"If you decide to go to Yuezhou to frame, the old man will also go with you! Or will we go back to the academy after the Chinese New Year? ”

The old master had already decided in his heart that he would follow the framing of this character from beginning to end.

Although the area around Yuezhou has always been relatively peaceful, if a few students make a mistake, the old master will not be able to forgive himself.

Yi Abao and the others glanced at each other, all of them were very excited, and they only felt that they were participating in a very meaningful thing.

"Why don't you just go straight to it?" "yes, I can't wait!"

"Yes, what did Bao Ling say?"

"I think it's better to go right away, but I'll have to go home and ask Grandpa and Daddy."

The old master stroked his beard and nodded.

"Yes, such a major event, I must have asked the elders in the family, speaking of which, the old man has not visited the Yi family, as a master, it really shouldn't be, this time I will go to pay a New Year's greeting!"

Yi Abao suddenly became nervous, the master actually wanted to go to his own house? But does he dare to refuse at this time?

In the afternoon of the same day, not only Yi Abao and his friends went back, but also Li Fuzi from the academy.

When the elders of the Yi family heard that the master of Yuezhou Academy had come to pay New Year's greetings in person, the whole family did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and warmly entertained the old master.

To Ah Bao's relief, the old master did not say a word about his slightly bad performance in the academy, but frequently praised Ah Bao, a student who could only be regarded as an upper-middle class, and the Yi parents were overjoyed.

——

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, in Wenhuafang on the side of Yuezhou East Street, a group of people walked into an alley, and finally stopped in front of a family without a courtyard at the end of the alley.

This house is a small two-story building, which does not seem to be large, but the white walls and tiles extend quite far, and it seems that the house is relatively slender and long.

During the New Year, almost everywhere is full of lanterns, no matter how bad it is, every household sticks the word blessing to hang the Spring Festival couplets, but there is nothing in front of the door of this house, as if the New Year has nothing to do with the residents inside.

The one who led the way was the guest of the old master's house before, and he would turn around and say to everyone, including Master Li and his son.

"That's it, please wait."

The speaker began to knock on the door.

"Knock knock. Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu, Qian Xingwen is here to greet you! ”

In a quiet room in the room, a thin middle-aged man with a black beard heard a knock on the door, and his face showed some surprise and muttered.

"There's a guest coming to the door?"

The man frowned and didn't choose to ignore it, got up and put on his coat and walked to the front door.

As soon as the door opened, there were nine people standing outside.

"Mr. Xu, I have been looking up for a long time, the old man Li Congshu of Yuezhou Academy brought a few students to the door to greet Mr. for the New Year, and at the same time, I also want to ask Mr. to help frame a word in his busy schedule!"

"I've seen Mr. Xu!"

Yi Abao and others also saluted the man who opened the door, and everyone learned through Qian Xingwen that this Xu Zichang was not just a simple craftsman, and he didn't dare to be rude.

Xu Zichang frowned and looked at everyone, and finally let go.

"Please come in!"

When I entered the room, it was a class, but there were not enough seats, so a few students squeezed on a few benches, while Yi Abao sat with the old master.

Xu Zichang just frowned and looked at everyone, neither serving tea nor looking enthusiastic.

Qian Xingwen did not sit down, but put down the gift he was carrying and came over with a smile.

"Mr. Xu, don't bother me, the words I brought today are not trivial!"

"What word?"

Xu Zichang's gaze swept around and fell on Yi Abao, who was slightly stunned and placed the wooden box in his arms on the table.

"This is my student's family calligraphy, because it is extremely precious and the paper is old and fragile, so I came to ask my husband to frame it!"

Xu Zichang glanced at the old master, and then turned to the desktop, Yi Abao had already opened the wooden box to take out the paper and unfold it on the desktop.

The moment the wooden box was opened, Xu Zichang's expression had changed.

And when the paper was unfolded, when the ink color was revealed, the expression on Xu Zichang's face gradually lost concentration, a pair of eyes gradually widened, and the pupils also diated slightly.

Even Xu Zichang's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

No wonder these people came so strangely, no wonder they didn't even notice a visitor before knocking on the door.

"Where did you get this word, and how did you get it?"

Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, Xu Zichang's voice still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Ancestral windfall."

Yi Abao replied directly, while Xu Zichang's gaze did not leave the paper for a moment, and turned to Abao Dao.

"Can I go into the meditation room and take a closer look?"

"This"

Ah Bao looked a little hesitant, the old master also frowned, and Xu Zichang was suddenly unhappy when he saw them.

"Am I still stealing your words? You guys"

On weekdays, Xu Zichang would have opened his mouth to drive people away, but today is really not good

"When you come here, you should know that I am a human being, and it is impossible for you to do such dirty deeds, besides, the ashram is next door, and there is only one door to enter and exit, please rest assured."

"Yes, yes, the quiet room is also Mr. Xu's rule!"

Qian Xingwen hurriedly helped to speak, Ah Bao nodded hesitantly, and the old master didn't say anything.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Xu Zichang actually thanked Ah Bao, then carefully touched the paper, and moved to the quiet room on the side with the paper a little, as if he was holding a basin of soup that was about to overflow.

Ah Bao and the others followed to the door, and saw that the floor of the so-called quiet room was covered with wooden boards, and there were no tables and no chairs inside, only an oil lamp, and then they were locked out of the door.

However, the window paper on the door still shows the blurred outline of the figure inside.

In the quiet room, Xu Zichang sat down cross-legged and spread the paper in front of him.

In Xu Zichang's hand, the paper felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and he almost used all his strength to lift the paper indoors, and then put it down carefully.

"Whew"

After taking a long breath, Xu Zichang looked at the paper again, and the words on it seemed to contain wind and thunder, and it was already thrilling to see one side!

"It's half dark, it's half black"

Xu Zichang took a look at the door, and there were obviously many people lying on his stomach.

But at this moment, he really couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and then his palms were combined, and the index fingers and middle fingers of his left and right hands were pointed out to the paper together

Woo.

A kind of whistling seems to ripple in the heart.

There was a white glow on the paper, and the edges of the ink-soaked traces were faintly fading inward.

"Dada"

The oil lamp on the side began to shake constantly, and Xu Zichang's mind was the same, but he tried his best and refused to give up.

The ink finally moved, but only a line away, and then a terrifying force struck.

In just an instant, Xu Zichang had already flown out upside down and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Bang~~"

The whole room seemed to shake slightly.

"Pak~"

The oil lamp on the ground suddenly toppled in a tremble, and the flames fell to the ground with the wick, almost immediately burning to the paper.

Can't burn!

Xu Zichang was in a hurry, and he struggled to point to the lamp in the corner of the wall, a little flame was extinguished, and the lamp oil was also swept to the wall on the other side.

It was only at this time that Xu Zichang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Poof"

"Boom—"

Thunder suddenly rang out in the sky, shaking people's hearts and minds

The movement inside was so loud that of course the people outside were aware of it, but they were startled by the sudden thunder, and immediately became nervous after returning to their senses.

"Mr. Xu?" "What's going on?"

The old master didn't care about that, so he pushed open the door, and the people outside saw Xu Zichang sitting on the ground, carefully tasting calligraphy, and there was not the slightest chaos in the quiet room.

"Uh" "What just happened?" ”

Xu Zichang looked up at the people at the door.

"It's just that I was startled by the thunder, don't be so anxious, and wait outside for a while!"

The people outside looked at each other, wasn't the thunder behind the movement inside?

The door was closed again, and Xu Zichang finally couldn't hold his breath anymore and began to gasp heavily, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, clothes, and the ground also resurfaced.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho"

This ink mark was originally destroyed by the will of heaven, and it was not intentional by the master who left the book!

(End of chapter)