I'm not immortal

Chapter 52 The most regrettable thing in this life
Sitting down beside the table in the dormitory, Jiang Qi put the Ru kiln brush wash aside and opened another box.

"Forgot to change the box for this treasure."

Jiang Qi slapped his forehead. Old man Wang's acting skills are really good. In order to conform to the characteristics of a farmer, even the box is an ordinary wooden box.

From Jiang Qi's point of view, this is obviously an insult to this treasure.

According to Li Tong, let alone 80 yuan for a pen holder, if it is at an auction, adding a zero is not worthy of the low price.

This thing is a priceless treasure, whether it is a major auction or a private collector, at least there is no similar thing in the antique circle.

Therefore, the companion of Mr. Wang offered 300 million yuan without any expectation that Jiang Qi could sell it.

People are trying to find a sense of presence in front of other people.

Look, I'm one of those bastards selling priceless treasures for scrap, strike up a conversation with me, maybe I've got something similar.

There are no idiots in the circle of antiques. Since Jiang Qi's losses here are irreparable, he must make up for it elsewhere.

As for directly using some dirty means to trouble Jiang Qi, let's not talk about the rules of the antique circle.

Jiang Qi himself was also very curious about whether this gang still had something similar.

I even look forward to the other party hitting me with this gun in my heart.

Shaking his head, he let go of these indifferent thoughts.

Jiang Qi adjusted his internal breath and restored Xuan Qi and Zhen Qi to the most active level.

There's no way, it's because Yao Guangxiao's eighteen sons have caused sequelae.

Su Shi's era was earlier than Yao Guangxiao's, and his aura was more vigorous, and the chance of something wrong was not small.

What's more, Jiang Qi understood that under the 5000-year history of Shenzhou, there is still a mysterious world hidden.

Jiang Qi is now suspecting that the birth visions of the emperors described in the history books may not be made up
At that time, it didn't occur to me that asking Zhu Yuanzhang was still a question, which was Jiang Qi's biggest regret in the past two days.

"call"

Slowly letting out a foul breath, Jiang Qi adjusted his state to the best, and carefully picked up the white jade penholder on the table.

Jiang Qi injected a burst of true energy very carefully, but there was no response.

"It seems really angry, then"

Jiang Qi replaced it with black-gold Xuan Qi and poured it into the white jade pen holder.

"Buzz!"

With a buzzing sound, the barrel of the white jade pen trembled, emitting a misty white light, slowly covering Jiang Qi's sight.

Jiang Qi waited quietly. Jiang Qi, who had gone through this process twice, expressed that he was familiar with it.

Moreover, this white jade pen holder is much gentler than the previous two.

The short knife is like falling into a dream when there is a disagreement, directly pulling you into the ancient battlefield, and perfectly restoring the bloody battle on the battlefield one-to-one.

And Shibazi went too far, not only dragging him into the illusion if he disagreed with each other, but also using Jiang Qi's own true energy, it would be outrageous to be forced to self-produce and sell.

Look at the white jade pen holder again. If you don’t move, they won’t bother you with a disagreement. Even if it is activated, it will show a little bit of strangeness, leaving enough time for reaction and mental preparation.

He is worthy of being a great writer, but he is different from a stubborn warrior and a heart attack poisoner.

Jiang Qi sighed, and the white light gradually filled his vision.

Su Shi's obsessive illusion is here.

Jiayou three years.

In the middle of the lake, a small pavilion, light rain, dusk.

Green plums are cooked with green ant wine, and there are eight stacks of side dishes to accompany the wine.

Beside the stone table, the oven is simmering slightly, and there is a fresh fish in the steamer.

There are four stone benches, but only two sit opposite each other.

From Jiang Qi's point of view, sitting opposite him is a handsome and elegant man with a neat green shirt, holding a wine glass, saying: "Respect, brother."

The person from Jiang Qi's perspective also stretched out his hand to hold the cup. This hand is beautiful, with well-defined joints, slender but not weak, with round fingertips and fleshy roots.

The two drank their glasses together.

The person on the opposite side said while pouring wine: "Brother was a Jinshi in high school a few years ago, when he was supposed to be a young man, why did you only call me to this small pavilion in the middle of the lake to celebrate my birthday?"

Jiang Qi opened his mouth uncontrollably, and said with a smile: "Young and frivolous, I thought that all literati in the world can try it, but who knows that the palace examination is only for the second subject, and I am the lowest in the same year, where is the face to brag?"

There is youthful vitality in the voice, as well as three points of self-deprecation.

"Then I am worse than my brother, shouldn't I throw myself into the lake in shame?"

"Drink this cup to the full before throwing yourself into the lake!"

The two smiled at each other and drank again.

Jiang Qi listened to the conversation and drinking between the young man on the opposite side and the man he possessed, how could he not guess the identities of these two?
The person possessed is Su Shi, and the person in front of him is naturally Su Zhe.

After drinking for three rounds, Su Zhe got a little tipsy, took out a box from his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Birthday congratulations, I present this to my brother."

Su Shi was not too polite, took the box and opened it, inside lay a white jade writing brush quietly, engraved with a line of petite characters: A respectful gift from brother Zhe, congratulations on brother's birthday.

"Good thing, it seems that this is a favorite thing that can accompany my brother for a lifetime."

"My brother is only in his twenties, so it's too early to talk about his life now, isn't it?"

"A person's life, isn't it just passing by? Come, come, drink and drink!"

This period of fantasy ends here.

Jiang Qi opened his eyes. Obviously, this is just one part, which can be regarded as reproducing the origin of this white jade brush.

"Let's start the second paragraph."

Jiang Qi injected Xuan Qi again, and his eyes were filled with misty white light.

It is really humane, and it is divided into sections, fully considering the mental endurance of the holder. It is worthy of Mr. Dongpo.

Jiang Qi sighed and entered the illusion again.

"Clap la la la!!"

The sound of the tide is endless.

There is a small pavilion not far from the sea.

The haggard hands are no longer as round as they were when they were young, but they are more powerful, like old pine trees.

Holding a warm white jade writing brush in his hand, it falls on the paper like a natural running script.

Jiang Qi saw the content on the paper through Su Shi's eyes.

"Two days before the winter solstice in Jimao, Haiman offered oysters. Cut them apart, and you'd get several liters. Put the meat and pulp into water, and boil them with wine. They were delicious. They didn't even exist before. Whichever was the largest, roasted until cooked, and eaten. Chewing, but also beautiful what I cook. Haiguo eats crabs, snails, octopus, and octopus. Do you hate it? Every time you quit, be careful not to say it, lest the gentlemen in the north will hear about it, and they will fight for what Dongpo did. Ask to be relegated to Hainan and divide me. It's so beautiful!"

Su Shi, who was no longer young, put down the white jade brush, looked up at the tide, and said with a smile: "My brother, I was given this pen by the small pavilion in the middle of the lake in the past. It is a prophecy, and I am afraid that it will really be with me for the rest of my life."

After the words fell, Jiang Qi's eyes went dark.

When it was opened again, the tide disappeared, replaced by the ancient and quiet temple in front of it.

It's still the white jade writing brush, but the hand holding it is more haggard than last time, and it doesn't seem so strong.

Su Shi, who was nearly sixty years old, started writing.

"The heart is like a tree that has ashes, and the body is like a boat that is not tied. Ask your life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou."

After writing, Su Shi stopped writing and looked up at the moonlight outside the window, which was dark and misty, as if his vitality was like a candle in the wind and a lamp in the rain.

"There are many regrets in this life, but those who worry about themselves only have one or two of them."

"Forget it, my life is not long, so I will be more selfish."

"I have never tasted all the delicacies in the world, and this is my greatest regret in my life"

　Regarding Su Shi's ranking in the imperial examination, it is taken from the biography of Su Shi in Song Dynasty, but he got second in one subject, and his overall score was second.The following is the original text of Song History.

　　In the second year of Jiayou, he tried the Ministry of Rites.Fang Shiwen’s strange and strange disadvantages prevailed, and Ouyang Xiusi, the chief director, saved him. He got Shi’s "On Punishment and Reward for Loyalty". He was pleasantly surprised. "Spring and Autumn" ranks first in terms of righteousness, and it is the second subject in the palace examination.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)