People like most great calligraphers and painters shine only after they die. Since they are great artists, their pure and high personalities are natural, so their temper dictates, they can't even drink soup when they sell paintings for dinner during their lifetimes, but after they die, there are two situations, if they know that the price of their paintings will rise so much after death, I'm afraid the coffin board can't hold it down.

It is precisely because of this that it shows that what is precipitated in the end is a good thing. Many times, what was popular and famous in that era was not necessarily a good thing. In every era, many artists will continue to emerge, but not every artist will eventually be crowned with the glory of master. History is like the sea, constantly scouring the sand, and those who can really be crowned with the glory of masters will not be buried, while others will slowly be forgotten and eventually eliminated by history. No one will know who the masters of this era are, because today's history will not be determined until a hundred years from now. Those who claim to be masters can only become a laughing stock and be forgotten after all.

Liuru layman Tang Yin is the best example, he was abandoned by his wife during his lifetime, excluded by the system, and was a person who couldn't even eat three meals in the end, he degraded very quickly, looking for flowers all day long and asking willows to soak in Willow Lane, flower street, of course, it takes money to do something, his paintings were still worthless at the time, but he never faked paintings, so he wanted to eat a way to draw a picture of the Spring Palace for others!

What about the titles of the four great talents in Jiangnan, he is not a homeless man who makes a living by drawing all kinds of spring palace pictures for others all day long, you say it's ridiculous.

The master of ceremonies gently shook the paper fan at this time, and recited the poem on the fan in his mouth: "The mangrove tree is the yellow thatched field, and the mountain dog barks at the fence." There is nothing else to do at the village meeting, it must be when someone comes to borrow flowers. ”

He thought about it for a long time before he began to introduce the paper fan again.

"I don't need to say more about the fan surface, let's talk about this fan bone, the fan bone is made of precious ivory, the feel is warm in winter and cool in summer, and then look at this fan pendant, emerald green Dushan jade, around I have seen so many large and small superb jade, but this emerald green and white Dushan jade, I really see it for the first time. ”

At this time, Jiang Liu'er, who was still unknown, couldn't help but be amazed: "It's a piece of superb jade, don't talk about him, even I haven't seen it." ”

Qing Xiaonian didn't answer him, and glanced at Wan Qiuxuan, who was frowning, and he unconsciously became sad, there are really too many secrets here.

"Start the auction now, this superb paper fan, the starting price is 10,000 taels!"

After hearing the price again, there was some silence in the field, the price was neither high nor low, the martial arts high-rollers couldn't look down on it, and the scholars couldn't afford it, so the venue fell into embarrassment again.

"Ten thousand taels. ”

It was still that lazy woman's voice, and the people present were no longer surprised when they heard it, the county lord of King Mu's mansion didn't buy anything casually.

But the next bidding made everyone in the audience take aback.

"One hundred thousand taels!" was Wan Qiuxuan's voice.

Everyone looked back, and everyone was curious about who this person who dared to argue with Lord Mu was sacred.

At this time, the face of the master of ceremonies was happy, and he secretly rejoiced, it seemed that there were still people who knew the goods.

He deliberately laughed loudly: "It's the prince of Wanjia who bid 100,000 taels!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman in the screen spoke up again: "150,000 taels." ”

"Three hundred thousand taels. Wan Qiuxuan looked at the cloak again, and said lightly: "This girl, can you give me this fan, I Wan Qiuxuan is grateful, and I will definitely bring gifts to thank you in the future." ”

Who knew that the woman was still raising the price as if she hadn't heard Wan Qiuxuan's words: "500,000 taels." ”

Seeing this, Wan Qiuxuan had no choice but to give up, and said no more: "800,000 taels." ”

"Nine hundred and ninety thousand taels. ”

Wan Qiuxuan was still light: "One million taels." ”

The audience had already been stunned, in order to put the broken fan that was useless, the two of them actually shouted one million taels, which was on the same level as the previous Shangyin Palace's peerless blue blood heart method, and each of them sighed secretly in their hearts: "Good girl, you are really rich and willful." ”

At this time, the woman in the screen suddenly stopped raising the price, and from her silhouette, it seemed that she just drank another glass of wine.

Seeing this, the master of ceremonies immediately hammered the small hammer in his hand, and shouted in a hanging voice: "Superb paper fan, 100,000 taels belong to Wanfu Wanqiu Xuan!"

The audience was in an uproar again, and at this time, the woman in the screen suddenly spoke: "I originally wanted this thing, but I just grabbed it from my hand, and I always had to pay a price." ”

The tone was mixed with naked provocation, but Wan Qiuxuan just smiled faintly and muttered, "It's good to be back." ”

At this time, the master of ceremonies shouted towards the second floor: "Master Wan, I will send someone to you later." ”

"No need!"

Between the words, a black shadow swept out from the second floor like lightning, light and fast, just for a moment, the black shadow swept back like lightning, leaving only a gust of breeze from the body and the aftermath that echoed in the field.

The master of ceremonies was stunned for a moment, and before he noticed what was happening, the fan in his hand disappeared, and his face was suddenly terrified.

Everyone in the audience was also stupid, no one could see clearly what this black shadow was, it was definitely not Feiyan, Feiyan was not so fast, let alone a leopard, a leopard could not fly.

When they came back to their senses, they saw that the fan was already in the hands of one person, and the person was standing between Qing Xiaonian and Wan Qiuxuan, and he also learned the appearance of the master of ceremonies, flicking the paper fan, the voice was not crisp, and the posture was not chic!

The man still laughed and said, "It's a good fan, and it's really worth the price." ”

At this time, Qing Xiaonian rolled his eyes countless times in his heart after hearing this, this guy has never been disdainful of calligraphy and painting when he stole things, but he has a decent evaluation, but he secretly gave a thumbs up to this guy in his heart: "Pretend, or you Xiaojiang will pretend!"

There were well-informed people in the venue, as well as people on the road, and when they noticed this, someone had already recognized the person holding the paper fan.

"He... He's a thief!"

"That's right, there is no one in the world who can be faster than his light skills!"

"There's nothing in the world that he can't get!"

There was admiration in the words of all the people, and the "he" in their mouths was

Thief God, Jiang Liu'er!