The green mountains and green water fly corners and eaves, the bridge holes reflect the sound of cruise ships, the stone streets and alleys are prosperous, and the breeze stirs the hearts of mortals.

Yuzhou City is like a fairy who has just come out of the bath, graceful and charming, beautiful, and intoxicating.

", stinky beggar. ”

A sharp shout and scolding alarmed the foraging birds and ushered in everyone's surprised eyes.

In front of a wealthy mansion, a middle-aged butler pushed out a young beggar dressed in tatters and dirty, with a stinking beard.

The beggar didn't argue, touching his hungry stomach and smelling the tempting aroma of rice wafting from the compound, and let out a wry smile.

He walked to the peach orchard not far away, and sneaked in quietly while the doorkeeper was dozing.

It didn't take long for him to slip out with a few calligraphy and paintings in his hand, and by the way, he washed his face in Taoyuan Pond, revealing a delicate face.

The housekeeper half-squinted, suddenly woke up, full of doubts, looked at the back of the beggar who ran out in a hurry and shouted: "Boy, how did you get in? Don't you know that Taoyuan is not open today?"

Seeing that the little beggar was sneaky, the family suddenly looked nervous, and shouted, "Did you steal my young master's calligraphy and paintings?"

The beggar boy ran away, and the family wanted to chase after him, and in a short time the beggar disappeared into the morning fog of the street.

"In the jade cave, in the jade in the sky, in the jade in the sky, the fairy in the jade gave the fairy jade, and exchanged the fairy jade for the jade mandarin...... Yi Shao Tianzhen...... Come and buy it, and if you don't buy it, you can see ......."

Yi Shaotian, one of the four sons of Yuzhou City, Yushu Linfeng calligraphy and painting, is the idol of today's men, women and children.

The power of this name can be seen in this shout, and it immediately attracted a group of easy fans to come straight to it.

Suddenly, the front of the bookstall was crowded with several circles of literati and scholars.

"What poetry...... Good poetry...... This Jade Pavilion Flying Immortal Iron Painting Silver Hook is lifelike, it is really Yi Shaotian's true work, and it is even better than the one I have seen before. An old gentleman exclaimed, his eyes shining, his hands trembling slightly, and he carefully held a calligraphy and painting.

"Everyone else wakes up, I am drunk, I wake up and the immortals sleep. Sigh at the autumn moon flowers with tears, who is left ...... after the eternity"

A young scholar beside the old gentleman shook his head and said with an incredible look to the little beggar in front of the calligraphy and painting stall, "Is this ...... Is this really Yi Shao's innocent handiwork?"

Someone sighed: "Little brother, you are really lucky, how can you have so many Yi Gongzi's ink treasures? I waited at the door of his house every morning, and I didn't even pick up a piece of broken waste paper." ”

The little beggar was about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a dirty coarse cloth robe, and wore a pair of tattered cloth shoes, and looked very shabby, with half a face with clear eyebrows and a slightly pale lips, and he was a young man who had just run out of the peach orchard.

"Cut...... After asking for a long time, do you buy it or not......? Authentic ......" The beggar boy was a little displeased, and his eyebrows were mixed with anxiety, but when his eyes swept over a few calligraphy and paintings, his mood became very good, and he began to sell again: "Yi Shao's true handwriting...... It sells for only ten taels of silver...... , and Zhu Donglai's cursive writing...... It's fast to buy it. ”

"Ah...... Sure enough, it was Zhu Donglai's cursive handwriting, and the handwriting was vigorous and powerful...... It's a pity that the ghost painting is average, two pennies...... I want it. The old scholar chose Zhu Donglai's calligraphy and painting with some regret, but Yi Shaotian's calligraphy and painting were reluctant to put it down, so he took out two coins from his arms and handed them over.

The beggar boy sighed, took the money, and said, "Forget it...... Forget it, you can take this one...... But Yi Shaotian's painting is not missing. ”

After that, the beggar boy snatched Yi Shaotian's calligraphy and painting from the old scholar's hand, and shouted loudly: "Come and take a look when you pass by, the real work of Yi Shaotian, a talented man in Yuzhou, is only sold for ten taels of silver, don't miss it when you pass by." ”

The young scholar and several talented people stared intently at the scroll, Yi Shaotian's calligraphy and painting are like iron paintings and silver hooks, containing a great avenue of momentum, which makes people fascinated, seeing that the beggar boy is ready to roll up the calligraphy and painting, he sighed: "There are only five taels of silver under it, I don't know if it can be transferred?"

"It's only five taels, you go to the Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion to take a look, where Yi Gongzi's calligraphy and paintings can be sold for hundreds of taels of silver, and even fried to tens of thousands of taels, and you have to book in advance......"

"Yes, Yi Gongzi's calligraphy and paintings can't be bought with money. Everyone sighed, but ten taels of silver is still a bit high for these small citizens, and that is the annual salary of ordinary people.

"I'm sorry, how can Yi Shaotian's calligraphy and painting compare to Zhou Gongzi's masterpiece. A man who looked like a family member opened his mouth with a bucket of soy sauce in his hand.

Suddenly ushered in the angry eyes of Yi fans, and was about to start, "I'm just a passerby." The timid man shrank straight into the crowd in fright.

At this time, a delicate and lovely Yahuan squeezed in from the crowd, followed by an old housekeeper in rich clothes, Yahuan opened her mouth excitedly when she saw the calligraphy and painting: "Really...... Really?"

She couldn't wait to snatch the calligraphy and painting from the young man's hand and carefully identify it: "It's really ...... It's really Yi Gongzi's calligraphy and painting, great, little scholar, let me ask you, how much does this cost?"

She didn't call him a beggar, but called him a scholar, although the beggar boy in front of him looked dirty, but his eyebrows showed a different literati atmosphere.

When she carefully examined the beggar boy's face, she was a little stunned, and said, "Are you?"

The beggar boy turned his head in embarrassment, covered half of his face with a calligraphy and painting, and Yahuan boldly pulled him over, and said, "He really looks a bit like Yi Gongzi, but he should be much older than you." ”

The beggar boy was overjoyed and said, "Do you know Yi Shaotian, can you borrow some silver taels? I am his cousin." As he spoke, he ruffled his hair from his face.

The old butler beside her touched his beard and coughed: "There are too many scammers these days, but don't lend money to strangers." ”

Yahuan nodded and said to herself, "Maybe...... Maybe I really recognized the wrong person, Yi Gongzi is handsome and good-looking, how could he become your poor and sour appearance. ”

As she spoke, she took out ten taels of silver from her pink bag and handed it over, rolled up a painting and calligraphy, looked at him suspiciously, and left with the old butler.

Everyone looked at the two people who left, and the old gentleman patted his head as if he remembered something and suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder it looks so familiar, it turns out to be Steward Li and the first-class maid in the Mu University Scholar's Mansion." ”

When they were talking, the beggar boy who sold calligraphy and paintings was nowhere to be found, and only a few damaged calligraphy and paintings were left on the ground, which immediately attracted a commotion.

In an apricot forest pharmacy on Chengnan Street in Yuzhou, I saw a beggar boy rushing in.

"Boy, why are you so reckless?" the guards at the pharmacy hurriedly stopped him.

"Sorry...... I'm sorry...... I'm looking for Uncle Xie......" The beggar boy hurriedly saluted in a hurry.

In front of him, a fifty-year-old man with white temples, thick eyebrows and thin cheeks, a long beard, his eyes were bright, and his face was full of surprise: "You are ...... Are you?"

The beggar boy clasped his fists and said softly: "Uncle Xie, let's talk in the house, you don't recognize me anymore? ”

Xie Tiannan exclaimed: "Virtuous nephew, you ...... You...... How did it become like this?"

The beggar boy sighed, "It's a long story, I was roasting chicken wings on Benlei Mountain,...... was humming a song, and suddenly it was a sunny day...... It was as if something had hit me on the top of my head, and as soon as it was dark in front of my eyes, I stumbled and fell into the abyss of the pit. I don't know how long it took, in the haze...... I saw a strange painting, in which a strange big-eyed bird flew out of the painting and brought a glowing golden fruit, which looked like a monkey, and I was so hungry that I was a little dizzy, and I ate it regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, and the result was ...... This body has changed and suddenly grown in reverse, you can always see if I have been poisoned, and how long can I live?"

Xie Tiannan took the pulse for him and shook his head: "There is nothing abnormal in the body, hey, it is really unseen and unheard of, are you not able to eat the fairy fruit?"

The beggar boy sighed: "Xie Bo, the most painful thing for me now is that my eyes can see some things that I couldn't see before, and my ears often hear some inexplicable animal sounds, and even feel the breathing of some fruit on the tree, it's really too annoying......"

Pharmacist Xie Tiannan opened his mouth to listen to him, and couldn't help frowning and secretly said, "This fruit can still breathe?" Could it be that the person in front of him is not Shao Tianxian's nephew, but a madman?"

The beggar boy sighed: "Whenever I think back to the picture I saw in the dark, I have a splitting headache, and life is worse than death." ”

Xie Tiannan was surprised: "What kind of painting is that?"

The young man was thoughtful, and suddenly shouted with a pale face: "Ah...... No, it hurts...... It hurts like a knife...... , I can only see a dark ......" He suddenly sweated profusely on his forehead, which did not seem to be fake.

He didn't recall it anymore, panting and very uncomfortable, he took a cup of calming tea, rested for a while, and then gradually recovered.

Xie Tiannan said thoughtfully: "How?"

After half a ring, the young man sighed: "Also, you see, I am suddenly a few years younger, I am shocked that I don't think about tea and dinner every day, if I continue to grow up, I will soon become a child, hey, now as soon as I return to the house, I am bombarded by my mother and father, and I am a charlatan, it is difficult to explain." ”

Xie Tiannan's expression changed, he looked at him carefully, and muttered, "You really have three similarities with my virtuous nephew, but how can there be such a strange thing in the world?"

"You...... You don't believe it, you are one of the few famous doctors in Yuzhou City, haven't you heard of such a strange fruit in the world?" the beggar boy was stunned.

Xie Tiannan smiled and said: "You are very talented in acting, it's a pity! Come on, blast this liar out of me." ”

Suddenly, two burly men rushed out.

The beggar boy hurriedly jumped back, shook his head and sighed: "Slow, I'll go by myself, it seems that it's in vain!"