Guardian: My eyes can distinguish all things

Originally, Jiang Cheng thought that he had picked up a big leak.

As a result, Liu Lao told him that the Ru kiln azure glaze three-legged brush wash he bought turned out to be a modern handicraft.

For a while, Jiang Cheng thought that his eye ability had failed!

He unexpectedly found that there was a small red character hidden under the crack of Ru porcelain ice, "Cheng".

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a long time before recovering his expression.

But my heart couldn't be calm for a long time.

This is also too weird!

Especially the red, Jiang Cheng faintly felt that this seemed to be the "paint" that outlined the sixteen strange symbols of the stealing charm.

And the way of writing is exactly the same.

Because they are all so small!

Just like the sixteen symbols, they are so small that even if they are placed in front of ordinary people, they may not even notice the red, let alone recognize the word.

If it weren't for Jiang Cheng's superior eyesight, it would have been impossible to find out that there was a word hidden under the cracks of the azure glaze, and it would have been impossible to see that this character was still

a "Cheng"! What is this mysterious pigment

? Who left this "Cheng" character

? Who is this azure glaze brush?

A series of questions roared like a beast, and Jiang Cheng was instantly confused!

Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of the middle-aged Taoist priest who had taken the black stone.

He doesn't seem to be simple.

After

thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng solemnly asked Liu Ruiming, "Old Liu, can you tell whose hand this Ru kiln came from?" Liu Ruiming

sighed and shook his head: "There are too many contemporary people who can make this azure glaze, and there is no way to verify it."

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment and nodded.

In today's society, there are too many kilns that can make azure colors!

From the perspective of the producer, this makes no sense at all.

However

, this matter is not urgent, because this matter has nothing to do with him

, and it is just a little curious! At this time, Liu Ruiming took a sip of tea, and suddenly said with a somewhat lonely expression: "Jiang Xiaoyou, when it comes to the matter of Imperial Green, I want to apologize to you! As an elder who watched Xiaoshan grow up, I also feel sad that he did that kind of thing!"

Jiang Cheng was a little stunned, to be honest, ordinary people facing more than 500 million imperial greens are estimated to be no better than the Murong family.

People's greed is not easy to satisfy, even if they earn 500 million, they still want to earn another 500 million

! It's just that a gentleman loves money and takes it in the right way, and you can't push it away if it belongs to you, and you can't get it if it doesn't belong to you

! Earning money according to the rules is the right way!

Then he smiled: "Old Liu, that matter has passed, and I have nothing to do with the Murong family anymore!" Besides, you are you, and the Murong family is the Murong family, how can I mix them up

!" Liu Ruiming touched his beard and showed a pleased smile: "Jiang Xiaoyou's mind is like the sea!" Jiang

Cheng was embarrassed by Liu Ruiming's praise, and hurriedly changed the topic and asked about

the "Horse Picture"! "Liu Lao, I heard the clerk say that the "Horse Picture" in Furui Xuan is your ink treasure?

Liu Ruiming smiled and said: "You said that! When I was young, I copied indiscriminately, and I felt pretty good, so I never lost it, and then after I created Furuixuan, I have been hanging it there! Why? Jiang Xiaoyou is interested in ink painting?" Jiang

Cheng's old face blushed: "It's not accurate to say that I am interested, I still dreamed of being a painter when I was a child! Unfortunately, I really have no talent in painting, so I can only paint some stickmen and ......."

Jiang Cheng didn't tell a lie, when he was a child, he saw Master Qi Baishi's Chinese painting shrimp picture from the textbook, and he was shocked.

pestered his parents to buy a bunch of ink painting tools, but before painting, he was full of confidence and ambition.

When he finished painting, he saw that it was black and miserable! Later,

he gave up.

But I still have a dream of being a painter in my heart.

"Stickman?" Liu Ruiming was a little confused, probably never heard of this word, "Hahaha! I didn't expect Jiang Xiaoyou to still be a fellow practitioner, you say that the old decay is more interested, come on, let's communicate! Your stickman painting method is a new painting skill? Isn't it amazing?"

He wanted to see what kind of stickman painting was it.

Jiang Cheng was also extremely embarrassed, but Liu Ruiming's hand was too tight, and it was difficult to shirk, so he could only follow behind.

I don't feel funny in my heart, if this Liu Lao knew what a stickman was, he would probably faint!

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After a while, the two entered an antique room.

As soon as he entered the door, a solid wood bookcase appeared in front of Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Jiang Cheng looked at the room curiously.

It's a small room, and it looks like a study.

On either side of the wall stand two rows of mahogany bogu shelves, on which are staggered with various precious antique objects of different colors.

Jiang Cheng instantly had a sense of immediacy through ancient times.

Jiang Cheng glanced at it roughly, and each piece of the collection was worth a lot.

It's much higher than the level sold by Fu Rui Xuan outside

! But this is also natural, really good things are generally treasured, and it is unlikely to be sold as a commodity

! That's too cheesy

! "Little friend, come on, come on! You can draw something casually first, and I'll see what a stickman is."

At this time, Liu Ruiming had already laid out the rice paper, adjusted the ink color, picked up a brush, and handed it to Jiang Cheng with a smile.

Jiang Cheng's head shook like a rattle, and he smiled awkwardly: "No, no, no, Liu Lao, I don't know anything about Chinese painting, and I don't even understand the basics, so I won't be ugly

!" "Alas! Xiaoyou should not be modest, there are no outsiders, but painting is fine

!" "Liu Lao, are you sure you want to see a stickman?"

"Young and grinding chirping! Hurry up and draw!" Liu Ruiming said with a straight face and pretending to be angry.

"Ahem, okay, that old Liu, let me ask, is there anything wrong with your heart?" Jiang Cheng still mentioned it for insurance.

Let him draw, he's interested!

It doesn't matter if he entertains himself.

But he didn't want Liu Ruiming to see him make a stickman for a while, and fainted with excitement.

Liu Ruiming: "???"

Jiang Cheng held the brush and muttered for a moment, thinking about how to present the essence of stickman painting.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

In the Xingye movie "Tang Bohu Dots Autumn Fragrance", Zhu Zhishan's "Phoenix Proud Intent" suddenly appeared in his mind.

The corners of the mouth are crooked.

A minute later, Liu Lao looked at Jiang Cheng's "Little Chicken Eats Rice Picture", and his brain was buzzing.

What the hell is this killing Matt's chicks?

There is a hoop on his head, and the

painting style is too ......

"Ahem, Xiaoyou, this chicken eats rice, and the painting is remarkable, this is how to draw stickmen?"

Liu Ruiming searched his intestines and scraped his stomach before finding a good word.

Jiang Cheng's old face flushed: "Liu ...... Liu Lao, this is a phoenix!"

(⊙o⊙) What?"

Suddenly, the air was quiet!

Liu Ruiming's head instantly had three more sentences.

Who am I

, where am I,

what am I doing?