The old man laughed heartily and loudly, breaking the dull air: "Let's go and look at your paintings! Whose goodies are you bringing? If you hit me in the eyes, you will be punished!"

Chang Xian supported the old man and walked among the flower paths for a while, and said with a smile: "Hey, you are asking me this. I really don't know this person, but I feel that he is not inferior to the famous people in the world..."

The old man said flatly: "Look what you did! What do you think? If you think it is useful, why do you need those appraisers? You don't even know who it is, so you dare to accept it?"

Chang Xian smiled in his heart, the feeling of brother is really helpful. It is true that these four paintings are not familiar to each other. I know Tang Bohu, but it is not easy to take them out. It would be too shameful to watch the erotic palace with the old man.

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"There are two other things, both of which belong to Puru..."

"Really? Are you so lucky?"

The old man shook off Chang Xian's hand and went up to the fifth floor in one breath. Oh, he went up to the fifth floor in one breath and opened the scroll.

"Hey! You have kept all these items?"

The old man muttered, looking at the picture "Bamboo and Banana Moon Song" that the five people collaborated on, and laughed.

He turned his head and looked at Chang Xian meaningfully: "You boy seems to have this kind of luck. I dare not say that this thing is unprecedented, but it must be unprecedented!"

He did not put away the paintings, but unfolded three rooster pictures on the table one after another. While sucking on the roosters, he dialed a number: "Hey, Lao Xiao, let me show you some good stuff. Get a few more."

Food..."

After saying a few words on the phone, he asked Chang Xian to roll up the painting: "Let's find an expert for you and let's have a meal!"

As the door closed, Chang Xian asked: "Master Nan, where can I borrow the book "China on the Col" you mentioned? Is it available in our school library?"

The old man paused in his steps: "If you want to read that book now, you probably won't be able to find it, but the author is currently doing research in the Philosophy of Science Department of the Chinese University of Science and Technology, and has also created a "Chinese Questionology."

"If I have a chance, I'll find time to introduce him to you."

…

On the way, Chang Xian learned that the person he was visiting now was Xiao Lang, who was also the author of his paintings, Yin Ji.

Mr. Xiao's given name is Yinjun, with the character Lang and the character Xing.

He is the proud disciple of Mr. Wang Xuetao. He also received lessons from Mr. Qi Baishi, Wang Mengbai, Chen Banding and others, and is famous at home and abroad.

Now he is a professor at Jinmen Academy of Fine Arts, and his residence is called "Pingxiang Pavilion".

Pingxiang Pavilion is located in the outskirts of the country. It is a spacious courtyard with bamboos, pines and cypresses planted in it.

Chang Xian was led by Nan Jinyu through the screen wall and into the courtyard.

This courtyard has a vast courtyard, but not many rooms. It is not like the general courtyard houses with houses on all four sides. This unique courtyard only has three main rooms, and the rest are courtyards. The courtyard is spacious and open, with plenty of sunshine and a good view.

Vast.

In addition to the scattered pine trees and bamboo forests, there is also a half-acre vegetable patch on the right side.

Spring is blooming and autumn is harvesting, and now is the harvest season. The vegetables are growing beautifully, including pumpkins, which are brown and yellow, peppers are bright red, and tomatoes that are half green but not red are hanging on the branches.

From time to time, there are chickens patrolling the area under the leadership of their parents, enjoying themselves.

Chang Xian walked along the road and kept nodding. Perhaps, only in such an environment can such flower and bird paintings be born, right?

There is a pavilion built on the left side of the courtyard to the west.

The pavilion is surrounded by flowers and plants. Although the flowers and plants are not famous species, they are ordinary folk vegetation, but they are fragrant and bloom brilliantly. The flowers and trees are sparse and elegant. When you walk from a distance, the fragrance is as pleasant as walking on the flowers and plants.

ocean.

The pavilion is surrounded by flower beds, with only flower paths left for people to walk in. There are lilacs, crabapples, elm-leaf plums, mountain peach flowers, etc. planted in the flower beds.

There are various potted plants in the pavilion, taking up most of the pavilion. The potted plants include pomegranate trees, oleanders, golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, rhododendrons, gardenias, etc., and some of them even bear fruit.

We don’t keep any birds at home, but occasionally visiting birds fly to the branches, leave a song of questions and answers, and then spread their wings and fly away.

…

The two walked through the bamboo forest and pine array, followed the path among the flowers and grass, crossed the flower path, and went up to the pavilion.

There are three people in the pavilion. A middle-aged man is standing aside. There are two old people sitting on the stone table and stone bench in the middle, playing chess. The old man on the left has white beard and hair, a round face, a flat nose, a shiny complexion, and a rosy complexion. It is obvious that

It is old but not old and has been well maintained.

The old man on the right has black hair, big ears, a straight nose and a wide mouth. It is difficult to tell his age from a distance. However, if you look closer, the dots of age spots on his face and the sparse hair all indicate that he is an old man.

The white-haired old man holds black, and the black-haired old man holds white. There are not many pieces on the chessboard, but there are five dragons intertwined with each other, fighting hand to hand, walking on thin ice, and one wrong move will lead to eternal disaster.

The middle-aged man who was standing quietly on the side heard the footsteps, turned his head and saw Master Nan. He smiled before saying anything. Just as he was about to greet him, Master Nan smiled and made a silent gesture. He came close to Chang Xian at the table and patted him.

He patted the man on the shoulder, showing that he was used to it, and stood aside quietly to watch the battle.

I often have time to learn from others, so I won't say anything about them.

On the chess board, the real and empty space between the two players is not far apart, both at about forty eyes. The focus now is on the life-and-death struggle of the five dragons that wrap around from the lower right to the midsection and spread to the entire board. Black's Qi seems to be flat.

The longer it is, the better it will be in fighting.

But the white chess piece only has two pieces, which is easier to deal with. The left piece of the black chess piece presents a situation of "seven deaths and eight lives", but there is no room to make up for it, and the situation is worrying.

…

Chang Xian smiled and watched the chess, wondering in his mind that these two were not weak at chess, at about the level of an amateur at the third or fourth level. What was strange was that they were both young and talented, and they were both artists. They were so old and strong, and they loved fighting.

Absolutely down.

Then I thought about it, ancient Chinese chess has a seat, and people love fighting. The older generation of chess players are all fighting heroes.

During the Sino-Japanese arena match, they were all in their forties and fifties, and the chess style was of course that of ancient Chinese chess.

The white-haired old man took a sip of tea, knocked down the table, and hummed, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green..."

He was smiling all over his face, shaking his head and looking like he was sure of victory.

The black-haired old man shook his folding fan faster and faster. In fact, there was a cool breeze in this pavilion, which was very refreshing and not much better than an air-conditioned room. There was no need to use a fan.

The black-haired old man's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and he was moving one hand over his own chess pieces, and he was saying words like "Five on the sword, six on the club", which was obviously deducing the situation of the battle.

"Brother Yinjie, let's vote. It's time for me to win. If I hadn't underestimated the enemy and rushed in in the previous rounds, I'm afraid you would have lost a lot."

The white-haired old man took a sip of tea and squinted his eyes to persuade the black-haired old man. He seemed extremely proud and was trying to persuade him to surrender.

The identity of the black-haired old man was self-evident when he said "Brother Yin".
Chapter completed!