Countryside Magic Doctor

"According to you, the real Lanting collection is in your hands?" He Feng asked with a frown.

He has heard a little about the preface to Lanting's collection. The masterpiece in the history of Chinese calligraphy has been regarded by all kinds of people for thousands of years as the peak of Chinese calligraphy.

Naturally, I have to hear something.

He's not the kind of person who doesn't know what to do.

He was surprised that this thing still existed in the world. It turned out that Li Zhi was not a filial child. He was no better than Li Chengqian.

When I arrived, I still cheated my father.

He Feng was somewhat surprised. As expected, the heavenly family has no family affection!

Dad is dead. He asked you to bury something for me before he died. You could bury it for me, but you buried a fake.

Isn't this an obvious fake and shoddy product? Now it's going to be counterfeited.

"Take out the things again and let me see!" He Feng said vaguely in a tone of command.

"Naturally, I won't carry this thing with me. What if I lose someone? Besides, this thing has been going through thousands of years. You say you can casually carry it on yourself in case it is damaged?" piaomizi said to He Feng.

"Yunzhu, do you think it's possible?" He Feng asked Yunzhu instead of misty son.

"There may or may not be, because in the eyes of people at that time, Lanting anthology is a very important thing. Even now, in the eyes of some people, it is priceless, so it is possible!" Yunzhu thought.

"Oh, old man, don't hide. If you can take it out, I will really cure your disease. After dealing with me for so long, I can see how my reputation is." He Feng said, looking at the misty son in front of him.

Seeing misty son's goods, he Feng still didn't trust him a little. He Feng couldn't help yelling: "don't you believe me, something like a dog, and my reputation is stronger than yours."

Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection!

With this name alone, he Feng has to cheer up. Who makes this thing too precious? You can price tens of millions without seeing a fake made in the Tang and Song dynasties.

The high imitation is worth hundreds of millions!

What's more, these authentic products?

Wang Xizhi wrote it himself, and after so many years, the value is almost speechless.

It's estimated that if you take it out, it's no worse than the riverside map on the Qingming Festival. It's likely to be the next priceless treasure.

Its price can never be measured, but can only be respected by the world.

Because the price like it can not be considered. After all, there has never been a word of Wang Xizhi's authentic work on the market.

Piaomizi is obviously reluctant. He really doesn't want to do this. It has nothing to do with the cultivator. It's just because he is obsessed with these calligraphy fonts.

Don't you see, even a generation of heroes like Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty will be obsessed with Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. It can be imagined that this kind of thing has no class or position.

Just like an illiterate person, he can still tell whether the writing is good or bad!

This is an attitude of appreciation or liking. He is more and more obsessed with it and wants to take it as his own. If there is no big thing this time, I'm afraid piaomizi won't be willing to give it to He Feng until he dies.

For good things, the first thing humans often think of is not sharing, but taking them as their own!

"Don't take it out quickly. What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll beat you!" He Feng is like a gangster, bullying the misty son of an old man.

Misty son pitifully took out a small box carved with Hotan jade from his arms, and he Feng's eyes burst out in an instant.

Then he smiled and said, "just say this thing? Don't you dare lie to me? Don't you put it on your body?"

Misty son saw he Feng's ferocious appearance and quickly dodged for fear that he Feng would beat himself.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see he Feng's fist and foot. I can't help feeling a little uncomfortable. It's like that sdemold syndrome. People beat you every day and don't beat you one day.

You may feel a little uncomfortable in your heart!

There will even be a trace of miss.

Habit becomes nature!

Misty son moved his wide sleeve and took a careful look at He Feng. The jade box was still in his hand and refused to let go!

Jin Gui's is like his lifeblood!

"Bring it to you." He Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Then he looked at the jade box in surprise. It was made very well!

Especially in terms of sealing, it fits perfectly. I don't know. I thought it was a whole.

"How to open it?" He Feng asked angrily.

"First help me to suppress the disordered breath on my body, otherwise I won't say it!" piaomizi squatted on the steps at He Feng's door and said with a twisted face.

"Shout, do you say it or not? If you don't say it, I can do better?" He Feng stood up with his teeth and claws open. A team just used to repair the water pipe appeared in his hand. To tell the truth, it was very easy to fight.

A board down, can let your head melon seeds open ladle, by the way let people see what your head looks like.

Misty son was a little afraid and sighed. After he Feng had a look at him, he quickly dodged and said.

"No, no, no, I said I said!"

He Fengbang threw the team aside, then squatted on the ground and asked vaguely, "tell me, how does this thing work?"

At this time, a tricycle passed by the door. He Feng knew the old man driving. It was his third uncle. He quickly waved his hand and said, "where is the third uncle going?"

When the third uncle saw he Feng, he smiled and said, "isn't this the time when the reservoir releases water? I'll get two fish back and send you two back!"

After listening to the third uncle's words, he Feng had no joy of taking advantage, but a burst of grass and horses ran by.

I'll go. The third uncle lives and dies!

In the drainage area of the lower reservoir in winter, wearing waterproof clothes, I dare to catch fish with a net. I'm really old and strong, and the sword is never old!

How to describe him?

An old hero has a long-term ambition? Or do you think you've been working for a long time and want to die and reduce the burden for the world?

"No, it's not the third uncle. You're so old. You still go to the reservoir. In winter, your leg is just right. Isn't that right?" He Feng said with a smile.

The third uncle's active self has become quite flexible legs, then stepped on the brake and said to He Feng, "well, it's easy. Now even if I run, I don't necessarily run slower than your young man. The third uncle is not old, so I have to continue to work!"