In the next few days, the Dunhuang archaeological team fell into a stalemate.
The middle-aged leader who led the team was named Chen Zhongxiang, a well-known professor of archeology in the industry.
Due to Fu Yi's reputation, the upper management allocated funds very generously. It was impossible for him to watch the project fall through and suffer from insomnia for days on end. Until a friend in Shaanxi called him and told him that a local mural restoration expert who was nearly 80 years old was willing to take over the job.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the master's ancient painting restoration skills have been well-known. In the world of literature and entertainment, this old Mr. Lin Xichen is known to everyone.
The friend said on the phone: "Mr. Lin himself is also very interested in Fu Yi's murals. Why don't you try it. I heard that he is the descendant of the ancient Southern School. Maybe that group of technicians is not as good as him."
Hearing the "Southern School", Chen Zhongxiang's heart moved.
It is said that the masters are among the people. With the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, he drove to Shaanxi early the next morning to personally invite Mr. Lin out of the mountain.
The archaeological team took a day off.
Technicians are busy and busy, and even if they are on vacation, they will not go out easily.
The young people had nothing to do, they stayed in the camp all day, but they got to know Tanggula, Gan Yishan and others very well.
After chatting closely, they realized that Gan Yishan was actually Qi Linqing's apprentice.
Although Gan Yishan emphasized that he is the second apprentice who has truly experienced the ancient rituals and methods of worshiping the ancestors, the young archaeologists all laughed. I thought it was a new version of play house played by naive high school students.
In the evening, everyone gathered around the desert bonfire to roast lamb chops.
There was a cool breeze at night, and a galaxy of stars fell in the sky. Not far away, the camel was sleeping lightly on the ground.
Qi Linqing sprinkled the deliciously grilled lamb chops with seasonings such as salt and pepper, and passed them to Zhong Chen.
Zhong Chen took a bite, and when he smiled, there were two shallow dimples on his cheeks.
"It's delicious." He said.
Ye Runan smacked his lips twice, and murmured: "It smells so good...it looks so appetizing."
"Do you want to eat my grill?" Gan Yishan also handed her the skewers.
Ye Runan lowered his head and saw the extremely poor-looking, faintly charred lamb chops, and fell silent.
As both masters and apprentices, the gap between them seems a bit too big.
The lamb chops grilled by the archaeological team were not very tasty either.
The lamb chops have a strong smell and fishy smell, which requires high cooking skills. If Liang Mingshan hadn't appeared in time, this big rack of good steaks would have been destroyed.
Seeing that Liang Mingshan was too busy alone, Qi Linqing stepped forward to help.
People's eyes are sharp.
Everyone soon discovered that the lamb chops prepared by him tasted even better than those roasted by Liang Mingshan.
The group of high-achieving archeology students from University B discussed in a low voice:
"It's hard to see that he still has this skill..."
"Painting and cooking skills are really full of skills."
"It's actually quite normal."
"Qi Linqing was born in the countryside."
On the other side, several mural restoration professionals hired by the archaeological team took the initiative to chat with Qi Linqing.
It turned out that they had also seen Qi Linqing's two traditional Chinese paintings in "Tangyue Fengyun" on the Internet before, and they were shocked and extremely curious about him.
After chatting, they felt that the young man who was seriously roasting lamb chops in front of them was not simple.
One of them, an ancient painting restoration expert named Li Qi, used "you" when talking to Qi Linqing.
He may be the only insider present who knows that this young man is far more powerful than everyone imagined.
Because he is a member of the Provincial Z Painting and Calligraphy Association, he has just learned dozens of lost techniques contributed by the other party a while ago.
Li Qi knew very well how profound and terrifying Qi Linqing's painting skills were.
I heard that Mr. Beidou Xu in the association has tried his best to recommend him to be a visiting professor of the Chinese Painting Department of University B. And think about the other person's age... It's really scary.
"Maybe you know something about Dunhuang murals?" He asked tentatively.
Qi Linqing nodded upon hearing this.
Custom murals are expensive and very profitable.
Therefore, he traveled around in his previous life, but only stayed in Dunhuang for half a year to paint murals.
Li Qi had an in-depth chat with him, and found that this young man seemed to be an expert. During the conversation, some ancient content was involved, and even I didn't know much about it.
"It's like this, brother Qi, our archaeological team is currently repairing Fu Yi's murals. There is a shortage of professional manpower. If you want..."
Li Qi wanted to recommend Qi Linqing to Chen Zhongxiang.
When Qi Linqing heard this, he was slightly stunned.
Restoring your paintings after a thousand years
Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little funny.
Li Qi: "Think about it, the salary of our archaeological team is quite high."
Qi Linqing sneered, nodded in agreement.
For him, it's just a matter of little effort during his travels. Moreover, it is quite meaningful to restore the paintings left over from the previous life.
Li Qi was suddenly excited, turned around and walked to a quiet place on the other side, intending to call Chen Zhongxiang.
At this time, several other experts from the archaeological team who had been listening to them came over and mocked: "Lao Li, are you confused?"
Li Qi put down his phone and glanced at them.
Among them, the expert with the Mediterranean hairstyle on his head yelled: "You can think of a brat repairing Fu Yi's mural?!"
"That's right." Others echoed, "If he destroys the mural, can you afford it?"
"..."
A series of harsh questions from peers is enough to overwhelm a person.
Li Qi looked very calm, and said: "You are old and incapable, but it doesn't mean that young people can't."
"You—" the Mediterranean expert's eyes widened with anger.
Li Qi continued to add: "Perhaps you don't know yet, the entire Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association, and even Master Mo Mingxuan, believe that Qi Linqing is most likely the heir of Fu Yi. He inherited and contributed many of Fu Yi's lost techniques recorded in history books."
Several experts looked at each other.
They really don't know.
"The times are different now, and the Yangtze River is behind the waves." Li Qi shook his head and said with emotion.
Hai Hai snorted coldly, and still sneered: "Even if he is a descendant of Fu Yi, so what, at such a young age, he can have some real skills."
…
Chen Zhongxiang's call back was to tell Li Qi to stay where he was, and wait until he invited Master Lin Xichen back.
For such a serious matter as the restoration of ancient murals, he certainly couldn't easily let a young man do it on the basis of hearsay.
During this period, when Li Qi and the experts went to the ruins, they would also take Qi Linqing with them.
The experts gathered in front of the mural every day to sigh and praise Fu Yi's rainbow farts.
"It's so magnificent."
"The incomplete pieces are so beautiful, it's hard to imagine what kind of legendary work the original is."
"Fu Yi deserves to be one of the greatest painters in ancient my country..."
Qi Linqing couldn't laugh or cry.
He is really embarrassed to say that this mural was just made by himself to earn money for traveling.
To put it bluntly, it is used to collect money.
As a result, he has now gained such a high status and praise.
Meanwhile, restoration work is slowly progressing.
The experts present will adopt the method of small-scale copying, select the best works together, and finally finalize the mural repair plan.
In other words, it's a small game.
None of these well-known technical experts in the industry wanted to admit that they were inferior, and they all immersed themselves in drawing.
All of a sudden, silent gunpowder filled the air.
Li Qi specially prepared paper and ink in advance, walked over and handed it to Qi Linqing and said, "Is it convenient for you to copy the mural now?"
Qi Linqing looked at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I want to participate too?"
Li Qi nodded. He trusted the other party very much, so he deliberately tried his best to give this opportunity despite the opposition of other experts.
"Okay." Qi Linqing thought about having nothing to do, so he also set up a frame with everyone, copying in front of the huge mural.
However, copying my own paintings is still a novel experience for the first time.
Qi Linqing chatted with Li Qi while painting. He pointed to the painting and said:
"The quality of your preparations is not good. You can see that the large area of splicing pinholes and seams on it is too obvious."
Li Qi said helplessly: "The luggage is limited in weight, so it's not convenient to bring it here."
A staff member next to him interjected: "I heard that a special kind of paint was used to stitch the canvases during the Tang Dynasty, and there is no trace of the canvas after stitching. But this method has long been lost at that time..."
Qi Linqing said: "In fact, it was just lost in the Central Plains."
The staff looked at him suspiciously.
Qi Linqing went to Kumbum Monastery on purpose in his previous life, and found out that Tibetan lamas also know this method.
He recalled a moment, and said without hesitation: "It is actually not difficult to make this kind of canvas. First, boil the fine soft wool into gel, and then add raw gypsum to make paint. Wait for the canvas to be stitched together." , tightened with a wooden frame, and then glued, after the glue dries, it is polished repeatedly with extremely smooth pebbles, and so on and on... "
The expression on the staff's face changed from astonishment to ecstasy, and they quickly took a pen to record it.
Li Qi who was on the side was also shocked. He didn't expect Qi Linqing's knowledge to be so extensive.
Even the experts next to him stopped writing and listened attentively.
One of the men with slender eyebrows and long eyes couldn't bear the appearance of this young man showing off, so he said angrily: "Yo, how did you know that Tang Chao's method has been lost? Don't tell me you came here through time travel. "
Qi Linqing was silent.
He really is.
The Mediterranean expert also tried to persuade: "Children, don't talk about these things indiscriminately, so as not to mislead others..."
Qi Linqingquan pretended not to hear, and continued to draw.
It doesn't matter if these people don't believe him.
And Li Qi seemed a little resentful. This child has contributed dozens of lost painting methods, as for lying about this kind of thing!
So he quietly asked the staff to try to make the canvas first according to the method Qi Linqing said.
Then he stood behind Qi Linqing and watched the young man copy the painting.
As a result, the more you look at it, the more frightened you are.
Li Qi has been engaged in the restoration of ancient paintings for decades, and has published two books, which are admired and well-known in the industry.
Among so many experts present, he may not be the best, but he is by no means the worst.
However, compared with the dunhuang painting copied by the young man in front of him, Li Qi was surprised to find that the gap between himself and the other party...may be a galaxy.
What a horror!
Li Qi couldn't even imagine how awesome Qi Linqing's master was.
Strange, could it be that his master was an apprentice taught by Fu Yi himself?
…
In the evening, the copying work came to an end.
A total of more than ten experts were present, except for Li Qi who did not participate, and Qi Linqing's paintings were all hung in one place, and everyone decided to judge.
It stands to reason that this scene of hundreds of battles is the most difficult to judge the first.
Because the level of the experts is almost the same, no one is convinced.
But after seeing Qi Linqing's masterpiece painting, they all fell silent.
It is self-evident who is number one.
Several experts who held opposing opinions before, especially the Mediterranean Sea, felt a burning pain on their faces at the same time as they couldn't believe it.
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