It was already early morning when Li Chengfeng arrived at Qingchuan City. This small city surrounded by mountains was not his destination, but a shortcut to the northern county.

For Li Chengfeng, who once held a high position and had seen the world, the small town was desolate and shabby, with people coming and going. Although it was bustling with people, it was nothing more than a small place compared with the prosperous states and counties.

On the street, Fatty Wu was leaning back on a chair and basking in the warm autumn sun. His face was flushed and very comfortable. He moved his neck from time to time, and his eyes narrowed into a line, and he did not forget to observe the pedestrians passing by. Soon

, he noticed Li Chengfeng who had just entered the city.

Compared with the ordinary people passing by in the city, this sixty-year-old man obviously has a unique temperament. What caught his attention more was the high-quality silk robe and the exquisite jade hanging around his waist, which were obviously not worth much.

Philippines.

Wu Sanpang's eyes shone, like a lion that had hit its prey. His fat body jumped up nimbly, and rushed to Li Chengfeng. He said with a fawning smile: "Old sir, I'm like this

There are fine calligraphy and painting treasures in the store, the prices are reasonable, and we don’t bully old people. Do you want to come and take a look?"

Li Chengfeng glanced at the fat businessman, glanced at the large number of calligraphy and paintings hanging outside the shop, and then smiled meaningfully. The things hanging here were all fakes imitating famous ancient and modern artists. They seemed to have some skills, but they concealed them.

But his eyesight.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly paused slightly, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he stopped at the last calligraphy and painting above the stall.

Wu Sanpang had been observing the words and expressions for a long time, thinking about how to make a big deal. He noticed the change in the old man's eyes. He hurried over to take off the calligraphy and painting, handed it to him respectfully, then gave a thumbs up and shouted loudly: "Old man

Sir, you really have a keen eye for treasures. This is the "Kingfisher Happy Spring Picture" by Master Kongkong, a famous teacher from the Daxin Kingdom eight hundred years ago. You see, the flowers, birds, and insects in this painting are outstandingly beautiful. With random touches, the beauty suddenly emerges. It can be called

Excellent works. There are only a few paintings by Master Kong Kong that have been handed down to this day. I also got one by chance. As an ordinary person, I am reluctant to sell it. But I think you, old man, are also people who recognize treasures. If you want it, I can consider giving it up reluctantly.

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As the painting came closer, the light in Li Chengfeng's eyes quickly dimmed. He was a great Confucian who read poetry and books and had extensive knowledge in the world. There were only a handful of people in the world who could compare with him. It was natural that ordinary things were difficult for him to see. But.

He also had to admit that for a moment he did mistakenly think that this was the authentic work of Master Kong Kong. Only when he took it into his hand and took a look did he realize that although the painting style was almost authentic, there was always a difference between authenticity and the calligraphy and painting.

The paper is dark yellow in color and hard and dense in texture. It is clearly the jute paper that has been popular in the past three hundred years, not the kind that was popular in the Great New Kingdom eight hundred years ago.

Seeing Li Chengfeng about to leave, Wu Sanpang quickly took out another scroll from the stall, spread it out and shouted: "It seems that the old man knows the goods, I will show you another one."

Top grade."

As soon as the painting was spread out, Li Chengfeng's eyes were immediately drawn back, and the foot he had just stepped back was retracted.

"This is the 'Picture of Immortals Controlling the Wind' by Fei Miaozi, a great painter from the state of Wu 900 years ago. You see, the ink is thick but free and easy. The brush strokes are soft yet strong, both discontinuous and continuous. It is the best in the world. This has been around for a long time.

This is the only thing that is extinct in the entire Bazhou Kingdom!" Wu Sanpang patted his chest and vowed.

Li Chengfeng frowned slightly. This painting was the same as the one just now, which gave him an illusion for a moment, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed a fake.

Wu Sanpang pondered Li Chengfeng's expression, and took out several volumes one after another. Each time he opened them, Li Chengfeng had an illusion for a moment. This made Li Chengfeng secretly surprised, and he coughed lightly.

A voice said: "Shopkeeper, don't look at it, these are all fakes."

Wu Sanpang has been in business for many years and has developed a thick skin. He was not embarrassed after being exposed. He just laughed and said: "Old sir, of course you have great eyesight. You can actually identify them all. People from this big city take it seriously."

It’s different.”

There is no businessman in the world, and Li Chengfeng would not feel disgusted when he saw a businessman. But seeing the upright and upright look of the fat shopkeeper, he couldn't get angry for a moment. He asked with some curiosity: "I see

This city is not big, so is there a workshop that specializes in making fakes?"

Wu Sanpang chuckled, and said somewhat proudly: "There is no art studio in our small place. These paintings were actually made by me."

"You? You said that the paintings you just gave me were all painted by you?" Li Chengfeng obviously didn't believe it. This fat man looked like he might have studied for a few years, and might be proficient in some painting skills, but he was not surprised at all.

Genius of the world.

Wu Sanpang saw that the old man had misunderstood, and quickly defended: "No, no, I meant that the paintings on this stall were painted by me, but the ones I just showed you, Mr. Shen, were painted by the third young master of the Shen family!"

"What, you mean these paintings were all painted by one person?"

Li Chengfeng frowned slightly and pointed at the scroll to question. He also studied painting carefully and was considered a master. Each of the twelve or three paintings he saw just now was from the work of a famous artist from different dynasties.

It has existed far and near, and everyone has a different school, each with his or her own unique painting style and brushwork. If an ordinary person wants to learn one or two people, it requires considerable talent and hard work. The person who finally achieves great success is no more than ten thousand.

One or two, and once you learn it, your writing style will take shape and be difficult to change.

Even for those with outstanding qualifications, mastering the painting styles of three or five people is already an extraordinary level, and it is not an exaggeration to call them everyone.

However, according to the words of this fat shopkeeper, there is actually one person who can learn the painting styles of ten people, and each of them has grasped the essence, and the brushwork is smooth and there is no sense of overlap. If he had not been knowledgeable and immersed in this art for many years, he would have only

I'm afraid I'll be fooled too.

But Wu Sanpang knew that he had let it slip. Originally, this kind of thing was not humane. However, he thought that the old man was just an outsider, and the words came out of his mouth immediately, so he simply continued: "Mr.

It's normal for him to be an outsider and not to know. Young Master Shen is only thirteen years old, but his reputation as a genius is well-known far and wide."

"Thirteen years old?" Li Chengfeng was slightly startled, then his eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

Seeing that he was being questioned, Wu Sanpang said with a straight face: "Old sir, you can just ask anyone, why should I lie to you? Moreover, the third young master is a self-taught painter. What I sell is all

It's just his practice in the mansion."

"If that's true, I'd like to meet this Young Master Shen." Seeing that the fat shopkeeper didn't seem to be lying, Li Chengfeng suddenly thought deeply and muttered to himself.

He traveled far this time, partly to understand the immortal way, and partly because he wanted to find a highly qualified disciple to pass on what he had learned throughout his life. In the past ten years, he had traveled to several countries and met many people known as

There are many talented young men, but no one can satisfy him.

This time I was passing through Qingchuan City, and I also heard that there was a wizard in a certain county in the north, so I wanted to take a look.

However, although he has not seen this young man from the Shen family now, he can see the extraordinary talent and compelling spirituality in this painting alone, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can have. If this is true, this boy He must be a rare genius!

He was so interested that he immediately asked the fat shopkeeper about Master Shen.

As soon as Wu Sanpang said the words, he couldn't hold back and simply spoke thoroughly.

It turns out that the third young master Shen is named Shen Chen, and his mother is Shen Qiuyue, the eldest daughter of the Shen family. She was also a well-known talented woman at that time. When she reached the age of getting married, there were many people proposing marriage, but Miss Shen had a very high vision, and all the future ones were She was turned away. One year, she went out to visit relatives, but when she came back, she was already pregnant.

This sudden incident made Mr. Shen's family furious, but Miss Shen never mentioned anything about the child's father. In the end, the fire could not be contained, and the incident spread widely, becoming the biggest scandal in the Shen family's three hundred years.

In this uneasy atmosphere, Shen Chen was born. This kid was always weird when he was born. When other babies are born, they will cry and make a fuss. This is considered normal in the eyes of ordinary people. But from the moment Shen Chen fell to the ground, he became very strange. He doesn't cry or fuss, and his eyes are wide open. He sleeps after feeding every day and eats when he wakes up. It takes several wet nurses to take turns to serve him to satisfy him.

Although Shen Chen was a bastard, he still had the blood of the Shen family. The master of the Shen family was also cold-faced and kind-hearted. He invited many doctors to diagnose little Shen Chen to see if he had any strange disease. Suddenly one day, The little guy can start talking.

It usually takes several months for a child to learn to speak fluently, but little Shen Chen is an exception. In just a few days, his speech is as fluent as a cannon.

When Shen Chen reached the age of four, the master of the Shen family invited a teacher to come over and teach him the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, etiquette and ethics.

It's just that Shen Chen was too smart and had a photographic memory of what he read, but he kept asking some questions, which made the teachers speechless, so every one or two months a new teacher was replaced and became the Shen family's teacher. As usual, over time, no one dared to go to Shen Mansion to teach.

Although Mr. Shen was angry, he had no choice but to promise a lot of money, but there were only a few people who dared to apply. Without Mr. Shen to teach, Shen Chen had more freedom. He ran out every two days, wandering here and there, wandering around. That's all.

When you leave the house, you will inevitably meet young men from other families. The Shen family is quite famous in Qingchuan City, but there are also many famous families like this. Knowing that there is a bastard in the Shen family, naturally some people will come over and ridicule them. .

But in the face of these ridicules and even insults, Shen Chen never got angry, so that everyone thought he was weak and easy to bully.

However, in Li Chengfeng's view, he felt that the young man acted as if he had thought carefully, so his interest became more intense. Finally, he asked about the location of Shen's residence and hurried over.
Chapter completed!