I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 23

"Old man, I just want to tell you one thing, there are times in life not to be greedy, and there is always time to be in life, everything is on the right track."

Ye Qing nodded slightly and stroked his beard.

That's all he can say, as for the road to go, it's up to the idiot how to go.

When Peng Yuchang heard the words, he nodded half-understanding, not thinking about the old man's words in his heart.

These words are really profound, and they are beyond his comprehension.

But since the old man said so, it should be right.

Never mind, let's talk about what happens later.

"Teacher Huang, read this book quickly."

He Jiong suddenly exclaimed while holding a book.

Originally, he planned to find the deduction technique diagram, but unexpectedly, while searching, he found such a shocking book.

"Lanting Collection Preface" can be described as a priceless treasure in calligraphy.

Now all the copies on the market are manuscripts, and the old man's copy is more precious than the one in the museum no matter how you look at it.

It's not something that money can buy at all.

"Preface to the Lanting Collection?"

Huang Lei took the book, his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Good guy, if those antiques are valuable, but the value of none of them can surpass the existence of this "Lanting Collection Preface".

Teacher Huang's exclamation shocked the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Did you hear me right, Mr. Huang said it was the Lanting Collection Preface?"

"I didn't expect there to be such an amazing collection in the old man's collection."

"This should also be a manuscript, right? It doesn't mean that even the ones in the museum are not authentic."

"I don't know whose tomb the original is still waiting to be dug up."

"Good guy, after being shocked all morning, I finally saw that the old man has a fake here."

"Judging from the fact that the old man loves calligraphy, it's not unusual to have a fake one. After all, there is only one copy of Wang Xizhi's work in the world, and it's not easy to collect a copy."

"Yes, the old man is also a literati, there is nothing wrong with collecting it if you like it."

Huang Lei, who had the same thoughts as the audience in the live broadcast room, took "Lanting Collection Preface" and flipped through a few pages.

I have to say that this version of the old man is really like a copy.

Enough to confuse the real with the fake.

"Old man, who copied Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface"? Don't say it, this copying technique is superb."

"Copy? Old man, I don't even bother to copy someone's calligraphy."

Ye Qing gave Da Lei a white look.

To say that the copy was made by that brat surnamed Wang copied him.

"Back when this kid saw my calligraphy, he begged me to be his teacher. I didn't agree. I just threw the book to him and asked him to practice it by himself."

After Ye Qing finished speaking, he looked at the disbelief in the eyes of the children, turned back the corners of his gown and sat down at the table, picked up the writing brush on the table, and dipped some ink on the inkstone beside him. With a swipe, write the title on the rice paper:
"Orchid Pavilion Preface!"

The three characters are vigorous and powerful, full of vicissitudes of time.

Huang Lei's eyes were wide open, and he quickly opened the book in his hand to make a comparison.

The direction of each stroke is exactly the same, as if Wang Xizhi reproduced the brush and ink in this world.

If it weren't for the age of the old man, he would have the feeling that Wang Xizhi's handwriting was copying the old man's.

His heart trembled slightly.

An unbelievable feeling emerged in my mind, but I didn't dare to be sure.

After all, something is too incredible.

How could the old man be alive at that time? !

Absolutely not.

Looking at the books in his hand, the old man must have read them many times and remembered Wang Xizhi's calligraphy in his mind, so he will habitually use Wang Xizhi's handwriting when writing.

A few people stood by the table and watched the old man finish writing the whole preface to the Lanting collection, and they were shocked.

I didn't expect the old man's calligraphy attainments to be so high.

What Huang Lei and He Jiong were even more shocked was that every word in this calligraphy was exactly the same as their own in the book.

Both of them frowned slightly.

It would be unreasonable to say that the old man used Wang Xizhi's handwriting at this moment.

Because if a person's handwriting direction has never seen the direction of the person concerned, he will never be so similar.

I believe that the handwriting that the old man just wrote is taken to the book for handwriting identification, and I am afraid that the answer will be written by one person.

The two of them swallowed at the same time without saying a word.

After all, they knew that no one would believe such a thing.

"Grandpa, your writing is really good."

"Yes, old man, you have practiced calligraphy for many years."

Ye Qing listened to Zifeng and Yixing's words, smiled slightly, and looked up at Huang Lei and He Jiong.

The meaning in the eyes made the other party unpredictable.

It seems to be saying that he has written down the evidence, and whether you believe it or not is up to you.

He knows that some things are like the star map he wrote: Seek in the boundless sky, the rise and fall of the world is not free, there are countless things to talk about, it is better to push the stars to return to rest.

Even though this is the case, the truth or falsehood is still left to everyone to think about.

After all, it is difficult to convince the public.

"Old man, your calligraphy really has the style of Wang Xizhi. You must have studied it carefully."

Huang Lei still insisted on what he thought, and did not believe in the existence of such a long life.

Modern people always have to believe in science.

Ye Qing just smiled lightly, without further explanation.

Forget it, he can understand it alone, there is no need to prove so much.

"Okay, you can read these books for yourself, and take those items you like."

After Ye Qing finished speaking, he picked up the paper on the table and put it aside to dry, and re-covered the drawing paper for grinding.

His life is so leisurely.

So let these juniors play by themselves.

"Thank you, old man."

Several people nodded and began to search for the items in the old man's house.

Teacher Huang and Teacher He were flipping through some old books.

The more they read, the more reluctant to leave this mysterious study.

The calligraphy inside brings together the pen and ink of many calligraphers.

Until the two saw a small box on the bookshelf, they opened it curiously.

There are some notes in it?
Huang Lei and He Jiong looked at each other in surprise.

What are these notes for?

Can they see it?
"Old man, what is the note in your box?"

He Jiong pointed to the box in front of him and asked Ye Qing.

Sometimes people are like this, the more mysterious the object, the more they want to explore it.

But they have a sense of proportion, and they will actively ask the master's wishes while exploring the secrets.

"box?"

Ye Qing stopped the hand that was grinding, and looked at the box with doubts.

What's in this box?
He doesn't seem to remember anything.

"Take it here and have a look." He Jiong picked up the box and put it in front of the old man.

Ye Qing picked up the papers in the box, read a few and put them back.

"These are IOUs written by someone else."

Quite a few of the people he helped had issued him IOUs.

However, he has never remembered money, and he forgot about it when he helped others. He put the IOU directly in the box and forgot it in the back of his head.

The audience in the live broadcast room began to make noise.

"Mr. He, quickly pick up the IOU and have a look."

"Quickly, satisfy my curiosity."

"Seeing that there are a lot of papers in this box, shouldn't they be all IOUs?"

"Curious for a moment, the old man has helped so many people, why is he still so rich?"

"I'd like to know too. I have an inexhaustible amount of old man's wealth."

Everyone in the live broadcast room urged He Jiong and Huang Lei to quickly pick up the IOUs to satisfy their curiosity.

At the scene, Ye Qing seemed to know everyone's curiosity, so he asked He Jiong to pick it up and watch it by himself.

"Open it if you want to see it, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"okay."

He Jiong smiled and nodded, picked up the first one, glanced at the name, and rolled his eyes in his eye sockets.

Based on what he heard in the past two days, the people who helped the old man here are all well-known figures.

But boy, what he didn't expect was that the first IOU would be Xu Jiayin's.

Although the Xu family has no horses and father is rich, but he is the boss of Hengda.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are houses. The total population of the whole country is 14 billion. It can be seen how many billions the Xu family has earned.

Unexpectedly, this person was also helped by the old man.

(End of this chapter)