Xiao Feizheng was indignant in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw Gao Zhuang looking at him with a look of hope, and then he suddenly said: "Brother Gao and Master Ling are really masters! Brother Zhou's nickname is indeed like his person, just right, and wonderful." ”

"Brother Xian has won the award, passed the award!" Sure enough, Gao Zhuang was waiting for this sentence!

After the two sides finished praising each other, Gao Zhuang looked down at the painting again, "Eh, Brother Xian, how are you a 'Hanyao Resident'? Isn't Brother Xian the Xiao family of Hangzhou?"

Can I tell you that I did it on purpose?!Xiao Fei already had a draft, and explained with a smile, "Senior brother, this 'Hanyao Layman' is the younger brother's own name, and most of the words that usually fall on the calligraphy and painting are these words. Oh, if my brother is not satisfied, the younger brother has re-drawn, and then according to the brother to sign the word Xiao Fei. Saying that, Xiao Fei made a gesture to pull up the drawing paper on the table.

"Ya name! Gao Zhuang smiled, "No need to remake, my brother is very satisfied with this painting!" As he spoke, he tucked the folding fan into his waist, carefully and slowly rolled up the painting, and muttered in his mouth, "Look at it, this is the tune ...... you want."

Xiao Fei, who listened directly, frowned, but saw Gao Zhuang stop moving, and the drawing paper was only about a third of the roll.

"I said virtuous brother, I believe you can understand a thing or two about my brother's personality. Gao Zhuang stood up straight, seemed a little displeased, put the drawing paper back on the table, pulled out the folding fan, and tapped his palm gently, "Are you worried that your brother will not pay for this polishing pen?"

Gao Zhuang glanced at Xiao Fei, "Could it be that my brother is like such a vulgar person?"

What's the matter? If you don't say that such bastards don't have to talk and do things. You can make it clear that a person as delicate as Xiao Fei can't guess the meaning of his words. Could it be that he was not satisfied with the painting? Xiao Fei couldn't help but look down at the painting.

Seeing that Xiao Fei seemed to be pretending to be stupid, Gao Zhuang pointed to the drawing paper with a folding fan in his hand, "Here, where is the seal?!"

Xiao Fei suddenly realized, it was really his own fault, I really can't look at people like rough people and fool people, I, Hangzhou Xiao's are serious businessmen! The problem is that I don't have the seal of this "cold kiln layman", I didn't expect this kid to grasp this problem.

Xiao Fei stretched out his hand towards Gao Zhuang, "Brother looks at me, he has fallen so far, he has no long things, and he has already left my seal in the pawnshop at the Kaifeng side, so he has a little wealth to hire a carriage to go here." I still thought that I could redeem my beloved things when I came to Kaifeng for a while, but I didn't think that it would be difficult for my brother to do it here, which was really my brother's fault. May my brother atone for his sins!"

"Well, it's no wonder that the virtuous brother is so. Gao Zhuang clasped his hands on his chest, scratched his chin with a folding fan, and said with a tooth flower, it seemed that he still felt that it was not a matter of not having a seal.

"If not, brother, wait a minute. Xiao Fei said and took out a small dagger from his arms, looked around, lifted the drawing paper, pressed the corner of the table, and felt that it was quite hard, so he pulled out the dagger, waved his hand, and cut off a corner.

"Good knife!" Gao Zhuang's eyes lit up, he could naturally see that the table was hard, Xiao Fei was weak, and he could easily cut off a corner, not Xiao Fei's work, but the dagger's advantage.

Xiao Fei smiled slightly, picked up the corner of the table on the ground, grabbed the dagger with his right hand, pinched the toughness, and carved it on the wood, and within half an hour, a private seal gradually took shape in Xiao Fei's hand, the chapter was irregular oval, faintly four big characters, because there were some sawdust between the gaps, and I couldn't recognize the inscription engraved on the back.

Xiao Fei raised his head, put away the dagger, and blew a sharp breath on the wood in his hand, blowing off the sawdust, shaking his sleeves and waving away the residue. Then he walked to the painting, picked up the brush, and tried to paint on the hot seal.

"Wait!" Gao Cheng shouted to stop Xiao Fei's movements, "Give me, don't spoil it!" As he spoke, he snatched the seal from Xiao Fei's hand, turned around and walked quickly to the pen and ink shop not far away-Hanwen Yaju.

Before the tea was ready, Gao Zhuang walked quickly with the seal again and handed it to Xiao Fei. Xiao Fei saw that the face of the chapter had indeed been dyed red, and he had borrowed the ink to go.

"Thank you, brother, it's the younger brother who didn't think about it. As he spoke, he pinpointed the position and gently pressed the seal on the lower right side of the signature. When he raised his hand, there were already four bright and upright small characters in the seal font "Hanyao Jushi".

"That's the smell!" Gao Zhuang seemed to see his beloved thing, reached out and touched the signature, and seemed reluctant to touch the edge of the paper when his hand reached the edge of the paper, but his fingers trembled and stroked a few times, "Yes! This is the tune!

As if sensing his gaffe, Gao Zhuang calmed down his emotions extremely calmly, and gave Xiao Fei a thumbs up, "Virtuous brother's divine skill!

Xiao Fei smiled, "The small trick made my brother smile." As he spoke, he wiped the seal of the "Hanyao Monk" in his hand with a sweat towel, wrapped it again, and stuffed it into his arms. It's better not to throw away this gadget that you made on a whim. It's a long road, and maybe one day I'll have to take it out and use it to earn some more money.

But then again, the name Leng Qiuhe is quite easy to use, "Han Kiln Layman" is one of the nicknames that Leng Qiuhe is not widely circulated in the Northwest Shilin circle, and many of his calligraphy and painting works are covered by this seal. However, I really haven't heard much about this southeast place, and this is what Xiao Fei only knew about when he was in Kongtong. If you want to borrow the name, you won't care about Leng Qiuhe's playful and crazy temperament. The Northwest Leng family, although it is not a wealthy family, is definitely a big family, calling himself a "cold kiln resident", I don't know if he has really experienced this kind of life, or is it grandstanding.

Xiao Fei was in a good mood at this time, and he was a little proud. His craftsmanship did not fall, whether it was calligraphy and painting, or engraving. He is a skilled swordsman, and he uses his sword-wielding hand to carve, which can be regarded as deliberately exercising his control of strength in the smallest places.

Enjoying the hard-won little pride, ignoring the equally satisfied sturdy on the side, and once again viewing his wicked paintings with an appreciative eye, after all, the transaction is about to be completed and transformed into someone else's things, and it is likely to change hands again in the near future, but I don't know if the third owner will be very happy at that time...... Think about it today, first do the number deduction for the Xiangshi, then make the "Golden Toad Folding Plum Map", and finally engrave the "Cold Kiln Layman" seal, hehe, very fulfilling. How do you say that sentence, "It seems that there are too many crafts, and it is troublesome to choose when you use it!", who said this sentence? It just so happened that Xiao Fei's eyes fell on the payment of the "Hanyao Resident", it was him!

It seems that there are too many crafts, and it is troublesome to choose when you use them! This is when he was learning art in Tianhanmen, Leng Qiuhe laughed at Ling Feng, Han Deng, and Shen Jian in a pretentious manner. Indeed, Leng Qiuhe is the one who has learned more miscellaneous arts among the disciples of the Tianhan Sect, and his breadth is second only to Xiao Fei himself.

"Hey, it turned out to be him!" Xiao Feijing, who didn't know where his thoughts had drifted to, smiled to himself, making the tall man on the side a little confused.

At this moment, there was a sudden chaos on the other side of the street, which was almost noon, and it spread to this side at a rapid speed. Xiao Fei and the others looked in that direction together, only to see a person and a rider popping out of the crowd, the speed was not fast, but it was enough to cause chaos in the city.

When he got a little closer, Xiao Fei saw clearly that it was a chestnut-colored horse, judging from its appearance and the occasional opening and closing teeth, it was at most just an adult. Immediately sitting was a girl in yellow, no more than ten years old, with a pretty face, but her face was dirty and messy.

The girl held the reins in her left hand and patted the horse's neck with her right hand to keep it moving, and did not forget to look back at the rear frequently, and judging from the fact that the crowd behind her was still chaotic, there should be a large group of people chasing her. Of course, this is not about Xiao Fei and the others, Xiao Fei just glanced at it a few times, and then lowered his head to clean up the things left by the minister, such as cloth flags and other things to be put away, put them in front of his own case, and the nondescript ones will definitely affect his business. Xiao Fei didn't notice that Gao Zhuang beside him had changed slightly, and his expression was no longer bright.

When this person was about to pass by Xiao Fei's stall, the girl turned her head to look this way, and then her eyes lit up, leaned over the horse's ears and muttered, and then patted the horse's head lightly, and then jumped down.

The horse raised its head and neighed slightly, looked back at the girl, and then ran in the established direction with its hooves raised, still at the same pace, squeezing through the crowd with a bang, and instantly causing chaos in front of it.

The girl who got off the horse walked quickly to Xiao Fei's case, raised her small fist with some stains to Xiao Fei and the others, lifted Xiao Fei's tablecloth, drilled to the bottom of the table, and immediately put down the tablecloth, and there was no sound. Xiao Fei could hear the girl's heavy, rapid gasping at his feet.

Xiao Fei was stunned, and when he looked up at the tall man who was two steps away, he found that there was not much surprise on his face, it seemed that he should know the girl under the table. Seeing Xiao Fei's inquiring gaze, Gao Zhuang pursed his lips, shook his head, and did not speak.

At this time, from the direction from which the girl came on horseback, a group of people ran over, about twenty years old, tall, short, fat and thin, and their clothes were rather messy, all of them were out of breath, as if they had been running for a long time. The man at the head was twenty-three or fourteen years old, with an anxious and resentful face.

It should still be none of his business, Xiao Fei continued to bow his head to clean up the rags of the Xiangshi, the afterglow swept by, Gao Zhuang was also indifferent, and he didn't look back at all, but the two of them tacitly ignored the existence of the hidden girl. At this time, the girl under the table also seemed to hold her breath, and there was no heavy gasping sound.

However, there are people who don't think that the two of them have no quarrel with the world, "That Xiucai!, did you see a woman passing by on a horse just now?" The young man led by his big hand was on Xiao Fei's table, and the other hand waved to his side, taking the water bladder handed by the companion next to him.

With a "snap", the young man's hand was slapped aside, but it was Gao Zhuang who stretched out the folding fan.

The young man was furious, raised his head suddenly, "Who the ......" glared at Gao Zhuang, but he immediately let out his anger and said with a smile: "Gao, Brother Gao, why are you here?"

"Huh?" Gao Zhuang raised his face and raised his eyebrows.

The young man suddenly took a step back, raised his hand and said, "Tall and talented, long time gone!"

Gao Zhuang's face softened slightly, "Wang Er, what is the matter with you, who is a teacher and mobilizing the people? openly shouting in the downtown area, is there no royal law?" and pointed at Xiao Fei with a folding fan, "It also disturbed the Yaxing who I was talking about poetry and painting with Brother Xiao Xian for no reason." ”

The young man who led the "......" was stunned, and he seemed to be very afraid of being tall and strong.

"What is this, what is this! You kid is not here today to tell Lao Tzu one, two, three, you delusionally want to be able to crawl out from here with all your beards and tails!" Seeing that the other party was not on the road, the tall and strong voice became cold again.

The leading young man, Wang Er, had a bitter face, groaned slightly, turned his head and glanced at his subordinates viciously, only then did he turn around and smile to himself, "Hey, the little brother knows that he can't hide anything from the tall and talented man who is only eight buckets, and it's not for the little that my family is in charge!"

With a "whoosh", Gao Zhuang shook off the folding fan and fanned it gently, "Low-key, seven buckets." ”