The old man's snow-white silver hair stood on end, his broad forehead, his big ears like Maitreya Buddha, his white eyebrows were like snow, and his face was full of red light like an old immortal.

The old spotted right hand holds a black cane with a strange style.

In the sunlight, the black cane glowed with a hint of purple gold.

The most peculiar thing is the old man's eyes.

A pair of flying dragon eyes are big and divine, although he is an old man who is about to die, but those eyes are full of divine light, and in the blink of a moment, they flashed with wisdom to perceive all things in the world.

The old man's eyes squinted upward, looked at An Tingwei, and suddenly sighed, and his eyes lit up.

The crutches were still firmly on Jin Feng's arm, and his eyes looked straight at An Tingwei for a few seconds, and a squinting smile appeared in his mouth.

"Uh-huh. Sharp fruit sassy girl......"

"Tsk. Big beauty, the moon is a little close, but the sinking fish is enough......"

"The front and back are big and the butt is big, so it is good to give birth to ......"

"I haven't seen such a handsome water girl in years, hey!"

"Wonderful!"

Such a naked teasing came out of the old man's mouth, making An Tingwei's face calm and frosty.

If it weren't for the fact that this old man was in a wheelchair, An Tingwei would have thrown it over with a big mouth.

When the old man saw An Tingwei's face full of frost, he laughed, his fingers nodded at An Tingwei, and he laughed strangely.

"It's hard to give up on being a natural beauty, and I don't know which stinky boy will be cheaper in the future. ”

At this time, the old man's gaze shifted, and as soon as his eyes were raised, two invisible pillars of light as sharp as swords hit Jin Feng directly.

Jin Feng still kept his head down and his eyes closed, and he didn't mind the old man's sharp eyes.

His eyes looked straight at the black crutch in front of him, and his heart swelled with waves.

"Thunder Bamboo!"

At this time, the old man's voice cried out.

"Boy. What do you want to do?"

Jin Feng said lightly: "I've seen the beginning, it's enough." ”

The old man's face froze slightly, he smiled, and said, "Just look at the beginning to know the back of this painting?"

"You, have that much ability?"

Jin Feng was cold and responded lightly: "It's okay." ”

Xia Ding snorted, raised his left index finger, and gently pointed in the direction of Jin Feng.

Behind the wheelchair, a middle-aged man in his forties lowered his eyebrows and pushed Xia Ding obediently to the stone table.

"Yo ho. The tone is not small. ”

"Tell me, what's on the back of this painting?"

Jin Feng said lightly: "You can guess it without looking at it anymore." ”

Hearing this, the old man seemed to be a little interested, and his eyes narrowed: "I watched the old ancestor of your kung fu just now." ”

"It's right. I said, "Can you really guess what's drawn in the back?"

Jin Feng lowered his eyes and said in a manchurian voice: "Others can't, I can!"

The words are full of pride, arrogance, and palpitations.

The old man's eyes narrowed even more, and he smiled and said, "It's a little interesting......

"Boy. Ancestor today, I really want to test you. ”

"If you tell me about this painting today, I will reward my ancestors. ”

Jin Feng's left hand slowly raised and flicked away the crutches that were pressing on his arm.

With a slight movement of his right hand, he immediately rolled up the scroll painting, and said lightly: "You don't need your old man's reward." What I want, no one can afford. ”

The old man snorted and laughed.

"It's not a small tone. It's kind of interesting. ”

"I said, you kid shouldn't deliberately pretend to be in front of beautiful girls. ”

An Ting Weiyu's face was very embarrassed, Jin Feng's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly.

"This is the silk of the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the quality of the silk is scarce, as rare as Luo yarn, as thick as summer cloth. ”

Because this kind of silk is too rare to ink, calligraphers and painters at that time often put it on paper first, and then create calligraphy and painting. ”

"In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, many down-and-out painters used this kind of silk. ”

After hearing Jin Feng's words, the old man shouted, "Go on!"

Jin Feng turned his head to look at the old man: "Since the silk book is right, look at the painter again, and the answer will come out." ”

"Old man, do you want me to continue?"

The old man pointed at Jin Feng's head with a cane, his face was grotesque, and his mouth was full of sneers.

"There were more painters in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Shen Zhou, Wen Zhengming, and Tang Bohu are all masters. You...... How so?"

Jin Feng said lightly: "These great painters are in the rich Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they use high-quality silk. ”

"What do you say about this answer?!"

The old man suddenly made a strange sound, and his body could not stop rising and falling.

The crutches in his hand pointed heavily at Jin Feng.

"Good boy!"

"There is a hand!"

"Go on! The old ancestor wants to hear it!"

Jin Feng said: "During the Jiajing period, there was a painter, known as an all-rounder, who was indulgent and indulgent with his brush, and the ink was hearty, and the wind and bones were strong, shaking the past and the present. ”

He has won the respect of countless people in later generations, and even Zhang Daqian, who is known as one in five hundred years, is his fan. ”

"I can paint the stones so weirdly and abruptly, I can paint the trees so wildly, and the tips of the leaves are as sharp and sharp as steel needles......"

"Throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, who else is there besides the Ten Continents?"

When these words came out, Jin Feng rolled up the painting scroll, tied the silk cloth, handed it back to An Tingwei, and said softly: "Qiu Ying of the Ming Dynasty "Lonely Mountain and Spring River Map". Authentic. ”

An Tingwei covered her mouth violently, was pleasantly surprised, and thanked Jin Feng cordially and softly.

Jin Feng opened his mouth and said: "The Lonely Mountain and Spring River" was originally painted on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month of the fourteenth year of Jiajing, and this painting was later passed on to Dong Qichang...... After Dong Qichang, it was collected by Zhang Ruitu, and then it came to Qianlong's hands and has been stored in the palace......"

After Pu Yi arrived in the puppet Manchuria, this painting was also brought over, and the Dongying devils were defeated like a mountain, and Pu Yi fled to Tsarist Russia in a hurry. ”

The painting was abandoned in the Manchurian Imperial Palace, and then looted by the rebels, and there was no trace of it. ”

"I didn't expect to see him here. ”

"A rare treasure, well deserved. ”

"Such a valuable painting, Dong An and Mr. An, are willing to give it away!?"

After hearing Jin Feng's words, not only An Tingwei was stunned, but even the old man on the other side narrowed his eyes and stared at Jin Feng without saying a word.

At this time, An Tingwei said softly: "As long as it's true, my father said that the artistic conception of this painting is very in line with the life of the old lady of the god of war." ”

"Give it to his old man, we are willing. ”

After a pause, An Tingwei suddenly whispered: "However, just now Master Kong Fanqin said that this is a fake. ”

"What else do you say, this painting has long been destroyed in the hands of the Da Maozi soldiers. ”

Jin Feng's face suddenly sank, and he said with a sneer: "Master Shenzhou's reputation is ruined in the hands of these flies. ”

"Mr. An doesn't have to worry, just take this painting later. ”

He Kong Fanqin looked away, Xia Ding will not. ”

At this moment, the old man slammed the stone table with his cane and scolded angrily.

"What kind of eyesight? Who, whose protégé?"

An Tingwei whispered something, and the old man snorted coldly.

"What kind of disciples can that old thing teach Old Monster Chen?"

"It's okay to play with jade, play with painting?!"

"Go, bring this man over, the ancestor spanked. ”

The old man said this, and the middle-aged man behind him bent down and bowed his head and said softly: "Old Ancestor, this matter is still handled properly by Old Chen." ”

The old man hummed and cried out in a big stinging voice, "That won't work. If you can't touch it, don't say it, if you encounter it, you have to take care of it. ”

"This little cub is right, we can't let those flies ruin everyone's reputation. ”

"Go!"

"Call Old Monster Chen over again to see if he is ashamed. ”

The middle-aged man didn't dare to say more, nodded yes, and turned away.

The old man smiled and smoked Jin Feng, looking up and down, hehe, the thief laughed.

"The little cub is hidden. Let's get to the bottom of it. ”

Jin Feng said quietly: "There is no root and no ping, I was originally from the Imperial Capital Mountain, and now I am in tatters." ”

A different color appeared on the old man's face, and he muttered to himself: "Imperial Capital Mountain!?"

"The Imperial Capital Mountain in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

Jin Feng snorted and said lightly: "The Imperial Capital Mountain in the southwest. ”

The old man smacked his lips and said, "So that's it." ”

"Next to Caiyun Province, known as the Forest of Death, I have been to the ancestors, there are meteorites underground, shielding signals, and the compass is out of order......"

"Ancestor, I searched for a week, but I couldn't find where the meteorite was hidden. ”

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