The little Taoist boy jumped out of the door and said: "Little sister, come in, you... stop, you are not allowed to follow." He held up the door bolt, with a fierce expression on his face, as if Qiqiao followed, he would beat him out, but it was a pity. His eyes are round and round, and the eyeballs are rolling around. They are more than cute, but not fierce enough.
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
"Little sister, there is another picture here. Take a look at it..."
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
Qiqiao said with a smile: "I am the lady's personal maid. If you don't let me in, the lady will not come in either."
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
"Little sister, there is another picture here. Take a look at it..."
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
Xiao Daotong is obviously not a person who doesn't understand the world at all. Although he does look like it, but now take a closer look at the two girls in front of him, one is a master and the other is a servant. Judging from their clothes, they are obviously young ladies from a rich family, so they are maids. It is reasonable to refuse to leave the young lady's side. After rolling his eyes for a while, the little Taoist boy gave in and said: "That's all, for the sake of my little sister, I won't argue with you, so what if I let you in? Those who don't worship the true God, the true God will not I won’t bless you.”
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
Although he said he didn't care, he still stabbed Qi Qiao, saying that he was only eight or nine years old and still had the nature of a child.
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
The other painting was also a long scroll, one foot longer than "A Banquet in Hot Springs". Qiqiao had just struggled to support the painting. Now he couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He pointed at the little Taoist boy's forehead and said: "You This little guy couldn't judge the scrolls based on their length, so he picked up the two longest scrolls."
Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao looked at each other and smiled, then slowly walked into the viewing door.
The little Taoist boy jumped up and down and said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no name and no surname. The master gave me a Taoist name, Wu Yan."
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
"Don't say anything. The calligraphy and painting shop directly east belongs to my family. If you feel bored in the future, go there and ask for sweets from shopkeeper Fang. Just say that I asked you to go there and he won't dare not give it to you." Hua Zhuo touched the little Taoist boy's hair, but his hands were greasy. The little Taoist boy hadn't washed his hair in an unknown amount of time.
Hua Zhuo stroked his forehead and laughed silently.
The Taoist temple is very small, with no name or plaque. There are only a few wild vines wrapped around the door and around the wall. The ground is paved with bluestone, with no pines or cypresses, no peach or bamboo trees, only a stone table and a grape trellis leaning against the wall. Just now, the little Taoist boy climbed up to the wall along the grape trellis. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. Although it was messy, it still had an ancient atmosphere.
The little Taoist boy jumped out of the door and said: "Little sister, come in, you... stop, you are not allowed to follow." He held up the door bolt, with a fierce expression on his face, as if Qiqiao followed, he would beat him out, but it was a pity. His eyes are round and round, and the eyeballs are rolling around. They are more than cute, but not fierce enough.
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
While Qiqiao was bickering with the little Taoist boy, Hua Zhuo had already carefully opened the painting. There was a layer of oily sheen on the scroll of the painting, which showed that it was often held in people's hands. The painting paper was glowing with an old yellow color, which was clearly a They were ancient paintings from a certain age, so she was very careful when looking at them.
"What's your name?" Hua Zhuo asked while looking at the Taoist temple.
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
"Don't say anything. The calligraphy and painting shop directly east belongs to my family. If you feel bored in the future, go there and ask for sweets from shopkeeper Fang. Just say that I asked you to go there and he won't dare not give it to you." Hua Zhuo touched the little Taoist boy's hair, but his hands were greasy. The little Taoist boy hadn't washed his hair in an unknown amount of time.
The little Taoist boy jumped up and down and said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no name and no surname. The master gave me a Taoist name, Wu Yan."
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
The little Taoist boy jumped up and down and said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no name and no surname. The master gave me a Taoist name, Wu Yan."
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
The little Taoist boy jumped out of the door and said: "Little sister, come in, you... stop, you are not allowed to follow." He held up the door bolt, with a fierce expression on his face, as if Qiqiao followed, he would beat him out, but it was a pity. His eyes are round and round, and the eyeballs are rolling around. They are more than cute, but not fierce enough.
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
"Don't say anything. The calligraphy and painting shop directly east belongs to my family. If you feel bored in the future, go there and ask for sweets from shopkeeper Fang. Just say that I asked you to go there and he won't dare not give it to you." Hua Zhuo touched the little Taoist boy's hair, but his hands were greasy. The little Taoist boy hadn't washed his hair in an unknown amount of time.
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
"Really?" The little Taoist boy jumped up and beamed, "Old Man Fang is the most annoying. In the past, when I sneaked out of the temple, he would not let me in. He said there were many calligraphy and paintings inside, and he was afraid that I would touch them dirty. Hmph , I don’t like the calligraphy and paintings he has there, the calligraphy and paintings my master keeps are much better than those..., little sister, wait a minute, I will bring those calligraphy and paintings for you to look at."
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
"Little sister, there is another picture here. Take a look at it..."
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
"Little sister, there is another picture here. Take a look at it..."
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
Xiao Daotong looked at her so engrossed that he suddenly showed a proud expression on his face. He just said, the calligraphy and paintings collected by old man Fang are not comparable to the calligraphy and paintings collected by the master. He must be dumbfounded.
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
The little Taoist boy jumped up and down and said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no name and no surname. The master gave me a Taoist name, Wu Yan."
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
Hua Zhuo looked at the place he pointed at, which was the pier on the south bank of West Street. There was a man standing on the pier, wearing a green turban and a scholar's robe. He was as tall as a pine and a cypress in the wind. He was looking to the east, so she could only I saw a back, but not a face.
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
Hua Zhuo looked at the place he pointed at, which was the pier on the south bank of West Street. There was a man standing on the pier, wearing a green turban and a scholar's robe. He was as tall as a pine and a cypress in the wind. He was looking to the east, so she could only I saw a back, but not a face.
While Qiqiao was bickering with the little Taoist boy, Hua Zhuo had already carefully opened the painting. There was a layer of oily sheen on the scroll of the painting, which showed that it was often held in people's hands. The painting paper was glowing with an old yellow color, which was clearly a They were ancient paintings from a certain age, so she was very careful when looking at them.
The long scroll is eleven or twelve feet long. No wonder the little Taoist boy had such difficulty holding it. The weight is not light. She didn't open them all, but just read the title and postscript, and she was stunned.
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
"What's your name?" Hua Zhuo asked while looking at the Taoist temple.
The long scroll is eleven or twelve feet long. No wonder the little Taoist boy had such difficulty holding it. The weight is not light. She didn't open them all, but just read the title and postscript, and she was stunned.
While Qiqiao was bickering with the little Taoist boy, Hua Zhuo had already carefully opened the painting. There was a layer of oily sheen on the scroll of the painting, which showed that it was often held in people's hands. The painting paper was glowing with an old yellow color, which was clearly a They were ancient paintings from a certain age, so she was very careful when looking at them.
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
The other painting is not an ancient painting, but a new one. Judging from the color and luster of the ink on the paper, this painting must be no more than ten years old.
"This is... a picture of a banquet in hot springs?"
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
"Qiqiao, hold it for me."
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
The other painting was also a long scroll, one foot longer than "A Banquet in Hot Springs". Qiqiao had just struggled to support the painting. Now he couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He pointed at the little Taoist boy's forehead and said: "You This little guy couldn't judge the scrolls based on their length, so he picked up the two longest scrolls."
The long scroll is eleven or twelve feet long. No wonder the little Taoist boy had such difficulty holding it. The weight is not light. She didn't open them all, but just read the title and postscript, and she was stunned.
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
Qiqiao said with a smile: "I am the lady's personal maid. If you don't let me in, the lady will not come in either."
The long scroll is eleven or twelve feet long. No wonder the little Taoist boy had such difficulty holding it. The weight is not light. She didn't open them all, but just read the title and postscript, and she was stunned.
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
The little Taoist boy jumped up and down and said, "I was picked up by the master. I have no name and no surname. The master gave me a Taoist name, Wu Yan."
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
"Qiqiao, hold it for me."
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
The Taoist temple is very small, with no name or plaque. There are only a few wild vines wrapped around the door and around the wall. The ground is paved with bluestone, with no pines or cypresses, no peach or bamboo trees, only a stone table and a grape trellis leaning against the wall. Just now, the little Taoist boy climbed up to the wall along the grape trellis. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. Although it was messy, it still had an ancient atmosphere.
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
"Don't say anything. The calligraphy and painting shop directly east belongs to my family. If you feel bored in the future, go there and ask for sweets from shopkeeper Fang. Just say that I asked you to go there and he won't dare not give it to you." Hua Zhuo touched the little Taoist boy's hair, but his hands were greasy. The little Taoist boy hadn't washed his hair in an unknown amount of time.
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
Xiao Daotong looked at her so engrossed that he suddenly showed a proud expression on his face. He just said, the calligraphy and paintings collected by old man Fang are not comparable to the calligraphy and paintings collected by the master. He must be dumbfounded.
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
"Really?" The little Taoist boy jumped up and beamed, "Old Man Fang is the most annoying. In the past, when I sneaked out of the temple, he would not let me in. He said there were many calligraphy and paintings inside, and he was afraid that I would touch them dirty. Hmph , I don’t like the calligraphy and paintings he has there, the calligraphy and paintings my master keeps are much better than those..., little sister, wait a minute, I will bring those calligraphy and paintings for you to look at."
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
"This is... a picture of a banquet in hot springs?"
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
"Little sister, there is another picture here. Take a look at it..."
"Miss, I'm afraid Zheng Shanchang's painting skills are not as good as those of the painting sage Yi Dao." Qiqiao looked at the entire painting and was amazed. Although she couldn't compare her eyesight with the lady, she could still tell the difference between the good and bad. Yes, if she were asked to say what was good about this painting, she might not be able to tell the whole story, but when placed next to the "Banquet in the Soup and Spring", it is not inferior at all.
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
The long scroll is eleven or twelve feet long. No wonder the little Taoist boy had such difficulty holding it. The weight is not light. She didn't open them all, but just read the title and postscript, and she was stunned.
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
"Miss, I'm afraid Zheng Shanchang's painting skills are not as good as those of the painting sage Yi Dao." Qiqiao looked at the entire painting and was amazed. Although she couldn't compare her eyesight with the lady, she could still tell the difference between the good and bad. Yes, if she were asked to say what was good about this painting, she might not be able to tell the whole story, but when placed next to the "Banquet in the Soup and Spring", it is not inferior at all.
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
"Qiqiao, hold it for me."
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
"Qiqiao, hold it for me."
The other painting was also a long scroll, one foot longer than "A Banquet in Hot Springs". Qiqiao had just struggled to support the painting. Now he couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He pointed at the little Taoist boy's forehead and said: "You This little guy couldn't judge the scrolls based on their length, so he picked up the two longest scrolls."
"It's so shameless. If I were your master, I would definitely paint Hua'er without you..."
Xiao Daotong is obviously not a person who doesn't understand the world at all. Although he does look like it, but now take a closer look at the two girls in front of him, one is a master and the other is a servant. Judging from their clothes, they are obviously young ladies from a rich family, so they are maids. It is reasonable to refuse to leave the young lady's side. After rolling his eyes for a while, the little Taoist boy gave in and said: "That's all, for the sake of my little sister, I won't argue with you, so what if I let you in? Those who don't worship the true God, the true God will not I won’t bless you.”
Hua Zhuo stroked his forehead and laughed silently.
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
Xiao Daotong is obviously not a person who doesn't understand the world at all. Although he does look like it, but now take a closer look at the two girls in front of him, one is a master and the other is a servant. Judging from their clothes, they are obviously young ladies from a rich family, so they are maids. It is reasonable to refuse to leave the young lady's side. After rolling his eyes for a while, the little Taoist boy gave in and said: "That's all, for the sake of my little sister, I won't argue with you, so what if I let you in? Those who don't worship the true God, the true God will not I won’t bless you.”
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
He said it unintentionally, but Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao shrank when they heard it, and they felt a little pity for this little Taoist boy. Such a young boy, with a master who has a weird temper and doesn't like to see others, didn't know this. How many years have passed? For them, it would be boring and boring.
Hua Zhuo looked at the place he pointed at, which was the pier on the south bank of West Street. There was a man standing on the pier, wearing a green turban and a scholar's robe. He was as tall as a pine and a cypress in the wind. He was looking to the east, so she could only I saw a back, but not a face.
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
Hua Zhuo stroked his forehead and laughed silently.
The little Taoist boy smiled happily at her and showed his white teeth, saying: "I like to hear this. In fact, I also think it's good that I am too talkative. There are usually only me and Master in this temple. If I don't talk to myself anymore, If you say these words, you will be bored to death."
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
"This is... a picture of a banquet in hot springs?"
Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao looked at each other and smiled, then slowly walked into the viewing door.
The other painting is not an ancient painting, but a new one. Judging from the color and luster of the ink on the paper, this painting must be no more than ten years old.
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
The other painting is not an ancient painting, but a new one. Judging from the color and luster of the ink on the paper, this painting must be no more than ten years old.
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
Although he said he didn't care, he still stabbed Qi Qiao, saying that he was only eight or nine years old and still had the nature of a child.
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
The other painting is not an ancient painting, but a new one. Judging from the color and luster of the ink on the paper, this painting must be no more than ten years old.
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
"This is... a picture of a banquet in hot springs?"
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
"Really?" The little Taoist boy jumped up and beamed, "Old Man Fang is the most annoying. In the past, when I sneaked out of the temple, he would not let me in. He said there were many calligraphy and paintings inside, and he was afraid that I would touch them dirty. Hmph , I don’t like the calligraphy and paintings he has there, the calligraphy and paintings my master keeps are much better than those..., little sister, wait a minute, I will bring those calligraphy and paintings for you to look at."
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
The Taoist temple is very small, with no name or plaque. There are only a few wild vines wrapped around the door and around the wall. The ground is paved with bluestone, with no pines or cypresses, no peach or bamboo trees, only a stone table and a grape trellis leaning against the wall. Just now, the little Taoist boy climbed up to the wall along the grape trellis. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. Although it was messy, it still had an ancient atmosphere.
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
While Qiqiao was bickering with the little Taoist boy, Hua Zhuo had already carefully opened the painting. There was a layer of oily sheen on the scroll of the painting, which showed that it was often held in people's hands. The painting paper was glowing with an old yellow color, which was clearly a They were ancient paintings from a certain age, so she was very careful when looking at them.
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
Qiqiao said with a smile: "I am the lady's personal maid. If you don't let me in, the lady will not come in either."
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
"Really?" The little Taoist boy jumped up and beamed, "Old Man Fang is the most annoying. In the past, when I sneaked out of the temple, he would not let me in. He said there were many calligraphy and paintings inside, and he was afraid that I would touch them dirty. Hmph , I don’t like the calligraphy and paintings he has there, the calligraphy and paintings my master keeps are much better than those..., little sister, wait a minute, I will bring those calligraphy and paintings for you to look at."
Hua Zhuo stroked his forehead and laughed silently.
"Really?" The little Taoist boy jumped up and beamed, "Old Man Fang is the most annoying. In the past, when I sneaked out of the temple, he would not let me in. He said there were many calligraphy and paintings inside, and he was afraid that I would touch them dirty. Hmph , I don’t like the calligraphy and paintings he has there, the calligraphy and paintings my master keeps are much better than those..., little sister, wait a minute, I will bring those calligraphy and paintings for you to look at."
"Miss, I'm afraid Zheng Shanchang's painting skills are not as good as those of the painting sage Yi Dao." Qiqiao looked at the entire painting and was amazed. Although she couldn't compare her eyesight with the lady, she could still tell the difference between the good and bad. Yes, if she were asked to say what was good about this painting, she might not be able to tell the whole story, but when placed next to the "Banquet in the Soup and Spring", it is not inferior at all.
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
Hua Zhuo looked towards the boat, and sure enough he saw a Taoist with long sleeves standing at the end of the boat. Although it was a little blurry, he could vaguely make out that the Taoist was holding a package in his arms. If he looked carefully, it looked a bit like a baby. baby.
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
"Don't say anything. The calligraphy and painting shop directly east belongs to my family. If you feel bored in the future, go there and ask for sweets from shopkeeper Fang. Just say that I asked you to go there and he won't dare not give it to you." Hua Zhuo touched the little Taoist boy's hair, but his hands were greasy. The little Taoist boy hadn't washed his hair in an unknown amount of time.
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "You still call me Wuyan. I'm afraid you gave me the wrong name, so it's better to call me Duoyan."
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
Hua Zhuo looked at the place he pointed at, which was the pier on the south bank of West Street. There was a man standing on the pier, wearing a green turban and a scholar's robe. He was as tall as a pine and a cypress in the wind. He was looking to the east, so she could only I saw a back, but not a face.
An eternally famous painting, painted by a master, lost for hundreds of years, unexpectedly appears in such a dilapidated Taoist temple. Fake? However, the power of this inscription and postscript shine through the back of the paper, and the grace and grace of the calligrapher are from the hand of Lin Xuanzhi, a great calligrapher of the generation. When she first learned calligraphy, she copied the copybook of this great calligrapher next to her, so how could she get it wrong.
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
"This is... a picture of a banquet in hot springs?"
"If you break the painting carefully, your master will skin you." She threatened the little Taoist boy.
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
"Miss, I'm afraid Zheng Shanchang's painting skills are not as good as those of the painting sage Yi Dao." Qiqiao looked at the entire painting and was amazed. Although she couldn't compare her eyesight with the lady, she could still tell the difference between the good and bad. Yes, if she were asked to say what was good about this painting, she might not be able to tell the whole story, but when placed next to the "Banquet in the Soup and Spring", it is not inferior at all.
The other painting was also a long scroll, one foot longer than "A Banquet in Hot Springs". Qiqiao had just struggled to support the painting. Now he couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He pointed at the little Taoist boy's forehead and said: "You This little guy couldn't judge the scrolls based on their length, so he picked up the two longest scrolls."
Xiao Daotong is obviously not a person who doesn't understand the world at all. Although he does look like it, but now take a closer look at the two girls in front of him, one is a master and the other is a servant. Judging from their clothes, they are obviously young ladies from a rich family, so they are maids. It is reasonable to refuse to leave the young lady's side. After rolling his eyes for a while, the little Taoist boy gave in and said: "That's all, for the sake of my little sister, I won't argue with you, so what if I let you in? Those who don't worship the true God, the true God will not I won’t bless you.”
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
Hua Zhuo nodded silently. Zheng Shanchang's paintings did not use many colors, but they were deeply "spirited", and the layout was even more ingenious. Such a long scroll, with only the word "landscape", was almost a scene, regardless of the direction. She was astonished that any section of the painting that could be cut out alone would become an independent painting. Although this painting is as unknown as the Taoist temple, it is as famous as "A Banquet in the Soup and Spring" and has been passed down through the ages.
The Taoist temple is very small, with no name or plaque. There are only a few wild vines wrapped around the door and around the wall. The ground is paved with bluestone, with no pines or cypresses, no peach or bamboo trees, only a stone table and a grape trellis leaning against the wall. Just now, the little Taoist boy climbed up to the wall along the grape trellis. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time. Although it was messy, it still had an ancient atmosphere.
The little Taoist boy said happily: "That's right, look, I'm still on the boat..."
"How about these two paintings?" The little Taoist raised his head and said proudly, "I'm not like Old Man Fang, who only uses bad paintings to deceive people."
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
Hua Zhuo stroked his forehead and laughed silently.
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
The little Taoist boy nodded vigorously, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and touched a little bit on the painting: "This is Chief Zheng Shan. He was not originally in the painting. The master said it was not true and what use was it, so he threw the painting away. Chief Zheng picked it up. , added himself to the painting, sent the painting back, and then the master kept the painting as a treasure."
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
Qiqiao said with a smile: "I am the lady's personal maid. If you don't let me in, the lady will not come in either."
The little Taoist boy made a face at her and said, "No way, the master loves me the most. How can a dead painting be as important as my caring little apprentice?"
Qiqiao interjected: "If you drop it, you'll drop it. He's thick-skinned, but he's not afraid of pain. I'm just afraid that these two paintings will be ruined by him."
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
Xiaodao Tongzhen has the energy to be fearless. Hua Zhuo was a little hesitant. She was afraid that the weird-tempered Taoist priest would be angry if she entered the audience without permission. However, it was still the little Taoist boy who invited her. In principle, she was right. But if she didn’t get the master’s permission, she would It would be rude to look at the calligraphy and paintings collected by the owner.
One sentence made Hua Zhuo and Qiqiao laugh.
The little Taoist boy glared at her and said, "You are the thick-skinned one. Are you ashamed of adults bullying children?"
Xiao Daotong nodded innocently and said: "The longer the paintings are, the better. Those short ones are just like those collected by Old Man Fang. They are all garbage."
Hua Zhuo reluctantly put down "The Picture of a Banquet in the Hot Spring". She hadn't seen enough yet, but the little Taoist boy couldn't forget what he meant. He wanted to show off, so naturally she had to cooperate.
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
The other painting is not an ancient painting, but a new one. Judging from the color and luster of the ink on the paper, this painting must be no more than ten years old.
"This is... A Boat on Autumn Waters?"
She handed one end of the painting into Qiqiao's hand. The stone table was too small for the long scroll to be spread out completely, so someone had to hold it up. As the scroll unfolded little by little, Hua Zhuo became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he realized that this was an authentic work. It was definitely an authentic work. This was "A Banquet in the Hot Spring". The characters in the painting have simple lines and vivid expressions. What Yi Daozhi is best at is using a few strokes to outline the richest form and spirit.
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
There is no postscript on the painting. Hua Zhuo didn't know the name of the painting for a while. He only saw a boat rippling on the water, branches and leaves falling on both sides of the bank, and an autumn color vividly appeared on the paper.
As he spoke, he scratched his nose at her, with a look like "I despise people like you the most", which made Qiqiao laugh non-stop. Before she could argue with him again, Hua Zhuo already said: "You guys You two, please stop fighting with each other and you won't be able to win. You Qiqiao, too, please keep quiet and don't really bully the children."
"Miss, I'm afraid Zheng Shanchang's painting skills are not as good as those of the painting sage Yi Dao." Qiqiao looked at the entire painting and was amazed. Although she couldn't compare her eyesight with the lady, she could still tell the difference between the good and bad. Yes, if she were asked to say what was good about this painting, she might not be able to tell the whole story, but when placed next to the "Banquet in the Soup and Spring", it is not inferior at all.
Qiqiao had no choice but to give up. She really liked Xiao Daotong, that's why she liked to quarrel with him. She really wanted to bully him, so she immediately said: "Young ladies are all after you, that's all. I can't afford to offend you. You can afford to hide. Send the painting back quickly. Come over later and I'll boil some water to wash you. Seeing how dirty you are, it makes sense for Shopkeeper Fang not to let you enter the Mingchuangzhai. If you can wash it, It’s so clean, who wouldn’t like you little guy?”
"Is this the situation when you first arrived at Jiuli River?" Hua Zhuo asked curiously.
"Miss, this seems to be Jiuli Creek..." Qiqiao's sharp eyes saw a few-character bay in the painting, which was exactly the same as the terrain here on West Street. Especially on the inside of the several-character bay, there was a Taoist temple hidden behind a giant tree, but Isn’t it this nameless Taoist temple
Hua Zhuo carefully put the paintings away, held them up with his hands, and said: "These two pictures are rare treasures. Put them away quickly..." After thinking about it, he felt uneasy, "That's all, where is the storage room?" , let me send it in, you are small and weak, what will you do if you fall again?"
But the little Taoist boy moved too fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Hua Zhuo couldn't stop him, so he let it go. After a while, I saw the little Taoist boy staggering over with two paintings in his arms. He was small and struggled to hold the long scroll. He tripped over a stone on the ground when he was not careful. He lost seven dollars. With clever eyes and quick hands, she quickly caught him, took the painting out of his arms, and placed it on the stone table next to her.