God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 292 Mutation
"Antique purple sand chess jar?" An Xin was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Master, purple sand wares seem to be more valuable, right?"

Xu Jingxing fumbled for the chess pot in his hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, then nodded with joy, "That's right, the market value of Zisha wares is much higher than that of Yunzi, especially the works of famous masters, they may even sell for sky-high prices."

"Then is this chess jar the work of a famous artist?" An Xin hurriedly asked.

"Haha, what are your famous works? Street stalls all over the street?" Xu Jingxing laughed and knocked An Xin on the head, then set his eyes on the front of the chess jar.

His chess jar is filled with black chess pieces, and a simple figure is outlined with a single shade line on it. It is a picture of two people, an old man and a young man, playing chess. In the picture, the old man is sitting under a tree, leaning back Leaning on the tree trunk, one leg is bent and the other is stretched, holding a palm leaf fan in the left hand, a cup of tea in the right hand, and a teapot on the right side of the body, which is still steaming, looking very relaxed.

The child opposite the old man was sitting upright, leaning forward and staring at the chessboard, with one hand propped on his lap and the other holding a chess piece, as if he was thinking about where the chess piece should fall.

The whole picture is not very realistic, but the artistic conception is particularly vivid, the picture is lively and interesting, and the demeanor, image and even psychology of the old and the young are vividly portrayed, and you don’t need to look at the situation on the chessboard, just look at the demeanor of the two. Knowing that the old man has the absolute upper hand, the old man's appearance even has a kind of self-confidence, obviously the wisdom pearl is in his hands.

If you think about it carefully, you can figure out more content. For example, the relationship between the old man and the young man is a master-student, or maybe a grandson. Anyway, this picture is very full of life, which not only makes the viewer feel deeply Smiling, people can't help but think of life, life and so on.

Moreover, not only is the content of this painting good, but the artistry is also good. It is not difficult to see from the smooth notch on the lines of the picture that it should be carved with a metal knife. However, the picture carved with a knife is almost the same as the traditional hand-painted painting. The lines change smoothly and naturally, and the knife technique can be retracted freely. Obviously, even if the painter is not a famous artist, he is also an old gardener with skilled brushwork.

The content is interesting and the knife skills are superb. What does this mean?It shows that the maker of this chess jar is really not an ordinary purple sand craftsman.

Are you really going to get rich?

Xu Jingxing's understanding of purple clay wares is quite lacking, it can even be said to be ignorant, he can only judge the author's level from the paintings on this chess jar, and then judge the value of this chess jar.

If the chess jar is of the same grade as the painting on it, then it shouldn't be a problem for this pair of chess jars to sell for 50 million.

By the way, there is another one.

He put down the black chess jar and took the white chess jar from Cheng Lin.

The shapes of these two chess jars are both classic round shape, with narrow mouth and round belly, dignified shape, honest look, framed bottom, and round feet. The shape is neat and neat without any defects, and the appearance is very good.

It's just that the painting on the black chess jar is a picture, while the writing on the white chess jar is a poem.

The content is "One day in the fairy world, the world is poor for a thousand years; before the game of double chess is over, everything is empty; the woodcutter returns to the road, the ax and the rot follow the wind; only the stone bridge remains, like Ling Danhong."

After reading the poem, he smiled and handed the chess jar to An Xin, "Come on, have a look at this poem, have you read it?"

An Xin picked up the chess pot and read it again. Although this poem is also written in regular script, there are few variant characters and it is relatively easy to recognize, so An Xin finished reading it smoothly, and then shook her head a little scared, "Master, I used to I haven’t read it, this, whose poem is this?”

"This is a poem by Meng Jiao. Let me not mention the name of the poem. What can you read from this poem?"

An Xin knew that Master was going to test her, so she read it again, and was suddenly taken aback, "Master, this poem is not about the stone bridge on Mount Lanke, is it?"

"Haha, I'm not stupid."

"Master, you're making fun of me. I'm stupid. The content of the poem is so obvious. It's Ke Lan and Shiqiao. I read it twice before I found out," An Xin said a little frustrated.

"It's good to use more snacks when reading poems in the future." Xu Jingxing smiled and patted An Xin's head, and then said, "This is "Ranke Stone" written by Meng Jiao. Do you know who Meng Jiao is?"

"I know, Meng Jiao was a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, and he wrote "Wandering Zi Yin"," An Xin replied loudly.

"That's right, that's Meng Jiao," Xu Jingxing nodded in satisfaction. The poem "Wandering Zi Yin" is indeed quite famous, but if you ask who the author is, most adults probably don't remember it. On the contrary, some students because of There is an exam, so I can still remember this.It's been more than half a year since An Xin left school, and it's pretty good that she can still remember this.

Saying so, he held the two chess pots in his hands and rubbed them carefully. For some reason, he always felt that these two chess pots were a bit special, which gave him a very strange feeling, as if something was attracting them. He's normal, obviously when his chess set is in his hand.

Just when he was puzzled, a golden light flashed on his right hand, which made him almost throw away the two chess pots, and then felt a cool breath pouring into his right hand from the chess pots, no, to be more precise, it was a surge. into the wishful glove of his right hand.

After getting used to the Ruyi gloves, he almost forgot the existence of these gloves, because the gloves had been completely fused with his right hand, even if he himself, if he didn't pay special attention, he wouldn't notice the existence of the gloves.

The sudden movement of the glove that had been hidden in his hand without any movement really surprised him.But after all, he already knew the extraordinaryness of the gloves, so he quietly observed the reactions of An Xin and Cheng Lin, and saw that there was nothing unusual about them, so he felt relieved and frowned to appreciate the interaction between the gloves and the chess pot.

That process lasted for about half a minute before the glove quietly hid into his palm and hibernated, and the chess box was still the same chess box, but the feeling of attracting him no longer existed.

Could it be that something in the chess jar is attracting him?No, Attract Ruyi Gloves!

Thinking of those things flowing into Ruyi's glove, he couldn't help thinking wildly, what is that?
But after much deliberation, he still had no idea, and guessed whether it might be something like aura, but there was no evidence, so he was really not sure, and he didn't even know whether the Ruyi glove would absorb that thing for good or bad, so he felt very nervous. perturbed.

Cheng Lin was keenly aware of his abnormality, and couldn't help asking tentatively, "Jing Xing, what's wrong?"

Xu Jingxing didn't dare to reveal the existence of Ruyi Gloves, so he could only apologize to Cheng Lin in his heart, and then said: "I plan to overturn what I said just now, even if this pair of chess pots is not a famous masterpiece, it will not be much worse."

(End of this chapter)