Li Si is a thief, a big thief, he has stolen many things, whether it is jade and silver, antique porcelain toys, martial arts secret books, ancient books and ink, he has stolen.

Therefore, he has also been to many places, such as the inner courtyard of the palace, the official mansion, the rich merchant's golden building, and the forbidden place of the sect, all of which have been traced by him.

But after going to so many places and stealing so many things, his favorite thing to steal is calligraphy and painting.

And as long as he steals calligraphy and paintings, he will go to someone to steal them.

Who is so unlucky to be remembered by a thief like him?

The answer is a scholar who lives by Yanshan Lake.

And why Li Si likes to steal him, it has to start with a story from a long time ago.

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Eight years ago, when Li Si was not so famous, he once went to Yanshan Lake.

At that time, he only had three copper coins in his pocket.

What can you do with three copper coins, you can buy three steamed buns, drink two pots of water, or eat a bowl of noodles with some vegetable leaves.

But no matter which of the three you choose, it means that if you eat this meal, there will be no next meal.

So for the sake of his stomach, Li Si decided to steal something.

But Yanshan Lake is such a big place, there are few rich and noble families at all, and there are no rich and noble families that can be his goal.

So after many turns, Li Si finally came to a small courtyard near the outskirts of the city.

The courtyard is not large, but it is quite elegantly furnished.

In the courtyard, the corridor is cleaned with red lacquer, almost spotless, and when you put your hand on it, you will have a unique touch of dry wood lacquer.

On both sides of the corridor, the mountains and rocks are arranged in an orderly manner, and a flower tree is planted in the center of the courtyard, and the flower branches on it will not open, and there is still a faint fragrance of flowers.

I silently recited a few words in my heart, don't blame, don't blame.

Li Si sneaked into this courtyard and wandered around, the owner of this room seemed to be absent, so the house was very quiet, and there was no noise at all.

But the stuff was also very clean, except for some furniture and furnishings, there was almost nothing left in the whole room, and there was nothing to take care of.

In the end, Li Si stopped in front of a study.

It was supposed to be a study, because it was full of paintings and calligraphy, and the scrolls were piled up everywhere, some neatly arranged, and some scattered on the ground.

Li Si looked inside a few times, then walked in, picked up the painting scroll on the ground, and opened it to look at a few.

He found that the paintings and calligraphy seemed to be made by the same person, and this person seemed to be a celebrity.

Because looking at the name on the inscription, he felt a little familiar, Liu Ran, who seemed to be a famous calligrapher and painter.

He remembered hearing about this man, saying that his paintings and calligraphy were all heirlooms, so many people rushed to collect them, and most of them could be sold for thousands of taels of silver.

Didn't I come to his dwellings?

Li Si thought about it, looked at the painting in his hand carefully, and felt that the painting was really good.

This mountain is a mountain, the water is water, there is really nothing bad, even if it can't be sold for thousands of taels, it should be no problem to sell a dozen taels.

Forgive him for his lack of culture, and I don't know how to evaluate the quality of a painting.

However, when he looked at the room full of paintings and calligraphy, he was ready to pick up a few.

After all, there are so many of them, and if there are three or two missing, no one should know.

So, he casually picked up three scrolls and put them in his arms, turned around and was about to leave.

It's just that he just walked out a step or two before he walked back again.

Because he still feels a little unhappy, whether the owner of this household is Liu Ran or not, he and he are innocent, and it is really inappropriate to take other people's things to sell like this.

So he stood where he was, ready to think of a way to put his mind at ease.

Suddenly, he had an idea, since he took three paintings from others, wouldn't it be better if he painted three identical paintings and returned them to others?

Thinking of it, Li Si immediately walked to the table, and sharpened the ink on the inkstone on the table.

Not to mention that Li Si's painting skills are actually quite good, when he was bored in the past, he learned a few hands with Jiang Lier, and Jiang Lier's evaluation of him was.

If he hadn't been a thief, he could have been a famous man in the world.

It's a pity that Li Si has always been only three minutes hot about painting, and only when he thinks of it, he will draw one or two of them, and he will throw them everywhere after painting, and he has never left any painting books.

And now, he is ready to repaint all three paintings that he was going to take.

If he leaves three of the same, then he takes the original three, isn't it considered stealing?

How can I say that he is really clever?

In short, when the sky was dewy and twilight, Li Si finished painting, and after some comparison, he put the pen aside with satisfaction.

He put the three sheets he had just finished painting on the table to dry, and he took the three original scrolls, got up and went out.

This time he walked quite neatly, and there was no lingering.

Because of this time, the master's family should be coming back soon, and he doesn't want to be caught.

Sure enough, in the evening, a young scholar wearing a cyan robe returned to the other courtyard.

He walked straight to the study, he had been playing in the suburbs for another day, and now he felt in his heart that it was the right time to paint.

But as soon as he entered the study, he found that there were already three paintings on his desk.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, walked to the table, looked at the three paintings, and reached out to touch the ink on them.

The ink hasn't dried yet, so it should have just been painted, but there is no one else living in his small courtyard except him, who could have painted this?

And these three paintings, for some reason, inexplicably made him feel familiar.

However, the scholar soon discovered that these three paintings were not only familiar to him, but also clearly painted by him, and all three were his previous works.

But if so, how did they end up here, and how did the ink get wet?

The scholar's brows furrowed, but he suddenly saw that there seemed to be a piece of paper under the last drawing.

He took the paper out and saw that it was written on it.

"There is no wealth on the road, and even here, take three pieces of pen and ink from my brother's table, and I feel ashamed, so I left it clumsy here, and I don't blame my brother. ”

Clumsy three?

The scholar suddenly seemed to understand something, and looked at the painting on the table again, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Could it be that these paintings were all painted according to his original paintings?

Suddenly, the scholar's expression sank, and he almost lay on the table, looking at the three paintings carefully.

It wasn't until a long time later that he straightened up with a complicated expression, sat down at the table, and said nothing at the painting in front of him.

He could not find a single flaw, whether it was the brushwork or the ink, and even his habits of detail were exactly the same.

If it weren't for the fact that the ink hadn't dried, he would have almost thought it was his original painting.

The scholar frowned deeply, thinking about something.

"Hmph. After a long time, he snorted softly, and took out a piece of paper, on which he wrote.

"If you come again next time, please imitate the sixth picture of the four columns on the left, the second picture of the three columns on the right, and the seventh picture of the three columns in the upper row. ”

After writing it, he hung the paper on the wall.

His desire to compete was stirred.

He didn't believe that anyone could paint his drawings exactly like them, it was his scholarly arrogance, so he wanted to compare himself to that person, even if he didn't even know who the other person was.