It's getting late.

The temples and pavilions on the side of the Qinhuai River are brightly lit.

The large and small boats in the water of the Qinhuai River are like beans.

As the night fell, a faint smoke rose in the gloomy waves, and the quiet and graceful pipa sound of the singer who came and went near and far made it even more charming and charming.

The water surface is a layer of blue under the light of the pavilion, thick but not greasy, like the best rouge of the daughter's family in the surrounding building.

Whether in the river or on the riverbank, in the building or outside the building.

It's not lively.

Except for the section of water below the Taoju building.

The water was quiet, in stark contrast to the rest of the noisy stretch of the river.

The water is still water, and the river is still river.

In the middle of the river is a three-story boat that can accommodate hundreds of people, resplendent with lights and shadows, but there is no sound of frolicking on the boat, and the small workers come and go, arranging some things in an orderly manner, as if preparing for a grand banquet.

A housekeeper-like person walked out of the building, stood on the shore and watched for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, casually called a small man who was moving things, and whispered, "Where is the young master?"

The little guy tilted his head, thought about it carefully, and replied, "Estimating the time, the young master should still be eating." ”

The housekeeper frowned, a little dissatisfied, and subconsciously asked: "Who dares to delay the young master's time, don't you know that tonight's auction is very important?"

"It's Princess Lin and Miss Lan. ”

"Hmm...... Don't bother the young master....... So what...... How's the stuff going?"

When the housekeeper heard these two names, he trembled, so that he slipped and fell into the river under his feet, and quickly diverted the topic.

He looked at the big boat in the river, and admired for a while, thinking that he was a lot old and did his best for the Yuan family, which was quite appreciated by the young master, and he had the opportunity to run such an important auction, so he must not mess up.

So he instructed: "Go and check the list of guests at the end, and then find the seller to determine the process." ”

"The most important thing is to protect the masterpieces of those famous artists, and not to damage them in the slightest. ”

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The secular and the spiritual are two worlds, if it weren't for the map of Luyang and the moon this time, this auction would just be an ordinary, larger auction, so the previous auction items are also some valuable and rare in the world.

Or a calligraphy, or a picture scroll.

Because of this, most of the people who participated in the auction this time were ordinary people, but I don't know how many cultivators were involved.

At this time, it was not far from the time when the auction began, and some people came out of the building one after another, standing on the shore in twos and threes, blowing the river breeze, and there were acquaintances who greeted each other.

These people come from all over the world, some from Shuzhou, some from Quzhou, some from Mobei, and the owners of antique shops in Los Angeles and merchants from southern countries, without exception, are everyone who likes to collect, whether it is a middle-aged businessman or an elderly calligrapher, their eyes are full of excitement.

"Brother Youwei, I didn't expect you to come too. ”

"Brother Jung is here for the Hanmei Tu?"

"Exactly, I wonder if Brother Jung has taken a fancy to that gentleman's pen and ink?"

"I've heard about the "Tide Watching Pavilion Preface" of the King of Los Angeles for a long time, and my heart is itching, I didn't expect it to appear here, and I don't know who the owner behind this auction is, and I can get such a rare treasure...... Eh, who do you see over there in white? ”

"It seems that Xie Linghai, who is known as a sibling in the Nannuma Country, Xie everyone, I heard that he has long been born in the deep house, and he came like this, Brother Jung, you have an enemy hahaha. ”

With the greetings between each other, most of the guests already knew each other's identities, and there was a little surprise in the chat, how many masterpieces there were in this auction, and the leading connoisseurs from all over the world gathered by the Qinhuai River.

"But this auction is mysterious tight, in the past there will be a brochure of the auction items in advance, this time it is particularly hidden, if it is not for the "Tide Viewing Pavilion Preface", I would have taken a family to the north as planned. ”

When everyone on the shore mentioned the things they were selling, they all gathered together to lower their voices and start discussing, telling what they knew by hearsay, and at the same time wanting to hear if there would be anything they wanted to buy but didn't know.

Just as the people on the shore were chatting hotly, a middle-aged scribe who had been silent on the side sneered and said, "What is so strange about such a mundane thing?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was angry, thinking to themselves, how can your favorite thing be called a vulgar thing?

Someone rolls up their sleeves and wants to reprimand.

The man who was called Jung wanted to have a little prestige among the people, but he made a downward gesture to signal everyone not to be impulsive.

How could anyone present have an ordinary identity, and besides, he always felt that where had this middle-aged scribe been seen, so he slowly spoke: "Little brother is a little familiar, I don't know how to say this?"

The middle-aged scribe also felt that his previous remarks were a little extreme, so he bowed his hand and said: "What you discussed before, such as the "Preface to the Tide Viewing Pavilion" by the King of Luocheng, or the "Qinhuai Red Mansion Map" by Huang Lao in Qingzhou, or the "Night Banquet Map" by Mr. Gu Yuan in Quzhou, are all excellent, but after all, they are only worldly good. ”

I heard him lean closer and lower his voice, and pointed to the magnificent boat on the river and said: "I have accurate information, and now there is the handwritten "Yulin Bell" by Mr. Shengliu, the only one of these families. ”

As soon as the four words of Hongchen Ci Sheng came out, even those who had not participated in the discussion before looked over.

The people on the shore were silent for a while, how good the person they liked was, and how peerless the pen and ink of the person they liked, but when they met that immortal, they only had the idea of retreating and not daring to fight for their edge.

It's just that the man is so amazing.

It is rumored that when Mr. Liu was playing Hongchen, in order to copy the lyrics and songs he left on the wall, the green building of Jinling City was trampled on many thresholds, and the rice paper, pen and ink in the calligraphy and painting shop were once sold out.

Who dares to compare with Mr. Liu?

Besides, Mr. Liu is a great cultivator of the Five Realms, and his handwriting is definitely with the intention of the Fa in it, if you can experience a trace of Mr. Liu's artistic conception from it, so as to enter the Tao, it is not much wealth can not be exchanged, such immortal aura things, it is indeed not a good comparison of the world.

"I don't know what kind of sky-high price it will fetch in the end, and which one of the heavens will fall into the hands of the gods?" sighed a man on the shore.

"I think Mr. Liu's handwriting is the finale of today, even if it can't be in my hands, it is worth the trip to see its style. Another person said excitedly.

I saw the middle-aged scribe smile and said, "Naturally, this is the principle. ”

The people on the shore took advantage of the explosive news thrown by the middle-aged scribe to start a heated discussion, and more and more people participated, and the atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.

Before I knew it, a small boat was docked on the shore, each boat was equipped with a subordinate, and the butler walked out of the building with his entourage, stretched out one hand, and motioned for the boat to please.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, comprehended, and after giving up their hands, they each got into a small boat, only to see that the hull of the boat was in the same direction, and sailed straight to the big boat anchored in the middle of the river.

From the air, the small boats with lights slowly converge towards the huge and bright light source in the middle, which is not spectacular.

The famous painter named Youwei in Western Shu and the Quzhou calligrapher named Jung were on the same boat, and Jung looked around and sighed: "It's really a big deal, and I don't know what kind of person the organizer of this auction is, who can bring us together at the same time." ”

According to the grapevine, the organizer behind this time is a rich boy who is about sixteen or seventeen years old. ”

"Sixteen or seventeen?"

"Young and promising!"

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At this time, Yuan Youtao, a sixteen-year-old rich boy known as a young man, was in a final battle with Ning Shu and the meat on the leg of the steamed butter crab.

Yuan Youtao held the crab leg in his hand, and said to Lan Qingqing vaguely with a shiny face: "Sister Lan, let me tell you, there is one thing in today's auction that you absolutely like." ”

Lin Zhi quipped: "Yo, you still know what my Qingqing likes." ”

"Of course, this time I went to Los Angeles to buy a pair of book stickers at a low price in the hands of a friend, I thought it was to admire Mr. Liu's copying, although the pen is good, but after all, it is a copy, I never wanted to copy just a layer of rice paper pasted on it, but under the paper is Mr. Liu's "Yulin Bell" authentic, I don't know what a fool dares to cover up Mr. Liu's fairy spirit with his own clumsy pen. ”

"Since my Sister Lan likes it, it's also a wonderful thing that I'll take a picture and give it to Sister Lan later. ”

Lan Qingqing looked at the clean and messy dinner plate in front of her, and while shocking Ning Shu and Yuan Youtao's meals, she said embarrassedly, "Is this good?"

"Anyway, in the end, the money has to go into my own pocket, what's wrong with me spending my own money to buy my own things. ”

Yuan Youtao took a silk scarf and wiped his oil-stained hands, patted his chest and said.

"Let's go, let's go to the auction. ”

The shopkeeper of the restaurant bent down and respectfully sent the four to the door.

Yuan Gongzi naturally didn't pay for it in person, anyway, he ate in his own restaurant.

Walking out of the peach house, Ning Shu found that there were no more people on the lively street before, quiet and serene, in stark contrast to the rest of the city that was lively at night, like another picture.

The spring wind at night, passing through the Qinhuai River, bypassing the street, blew on the faces of the four people on the shore.

A very delicate boat is moored on the shore, the top is painted with yellow lacquer, the pillars are carved and the beams are painted, and even the figures on the lanterns are vividly depicted.

On the boat, two maids with light veils covered their faces stood and welcomed the four of them onto the boat.

The auction will be held on a large boat that is about to sail to the center of the river.