I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

"Okay." Hu Muzhi responded.

"Then you're busy, I'll hang up first." Said, Tong Fan hung up the phone.

Everyone is curious, and the elderly are no exception.

And research shows that older people who are curious live longer.

The main reason is that such curiosity can keep the brain in an active state and can exercise the function of the brain.

Lin Wentai is such a curious old man.

With the wooden box in his hand.

Lin Wentai weighed the weight and found that it was not heavy.

Driven by curiosity, he instinctively opened the wooden box, wanting to see what was inside.

Lin Wen-Tai's eyes narrowed when he saw the books bound into volumes in the wooden box.

"Chunhua Pavilion Post".

Looking at Hu Muzhi who was still on the phone, Lin Wentai opened the first page.

Seeing this, Lin Wentai was stunned.

He had read "Chunhua Pavilion", but those were all reprinted editions after the Qing Dynasty.

Some are even more reprinted copies.

But no matter which one, it is far less clear than this one.

And he also saw the extraordinaryness of this paper.

After Hu Muzhi hung up the phone, he turned around and saw Lin Wentai staring blankly at the opened wooden box.

Hu Muzhi felt normal to Lin Wentai's reaction.

Who said that this "Chunhua Pavilion" has such a great impact on people who know calligraphy?

Not to mention the calligraphy masters like Lin Wentai.

Wang Chengfeng was standing in front of Lin Wentai, so he had no idea what was happening behind him.

Seeing Hu Muzhi hang up the phone, he said, "Muzhi, Xu Anhua, president of the Xiangjiang Calligraphers Association, invited Wentai and I to his house to appreciate his collection. Would you like to join us?"

"Old Wang, I haven't eaten yet, so I won't go." Hu Muzhi shook his head and refused.

"Okay." Wang Chengfeng didn't force it.

"Then you two are waiting here, I'll go up first." Hu Muzhi said, picked up the copper stove on the ground, and came to Lin Wentai.

At this time, Lin Wentai had recovered.

Looking at Hu Muzhi, he opened his mouth and said with a trembling voice: "Muzhi, can I take a closer look?"

Hu Muzhi knew very well that once Lin Wentai read this "Chunhua Pavilion", he would definitely not be able to move his eyes or move his legs.

And this is the hotel lobby, obviously inappropriate.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Old Lin, when you have finished sitting at President Xu's house, go to my room and find me. 35

"No no no." Lin Wentai shook his head like a rattle and said, "I don't want to go anywhere now, just go to your room.

As he said that, he held the wooden box and walked towards the elevator.

He couldn't wait.

When Wang Chengfeng saw this, some monks Zhang Er were puzzled.

He couldn't help but shouted: "Wentai, why are you going? Didn't Muzhi say that he would go to his room after he came back? 35

"Don't be in a hurry."

"Urgent, very urgent." Lin Wentai replied without turning his head: "You go, I won't go."

Wang Chengfeng was even more puzzled about Lin Wentai's abnormality, so he looked at Hu Muzhi and said, "Muzhi, what is in that wooden box?

"Chunhua Pavilion Tie, Volume 6, 7, and 8." Hu Muzhi replied.

"That doesn't make Wentai so abnormal, right?" Wang Chengfeng took it for granted that this "Chunhua Pavilion" was a reprinted version after the Qing Dynasty.

Because the ancestral engraved version has long been lost, the whole world has never heard of it appeared anywhere.

"Old Wang, what if it was an ancestral block? 33 Hu Muzhi looked at Wang Chengfeng with a light smile.

"What?" Wang Chengfeng exclaimed, looked at Hu Muzhi in disbelief, and lost his voice: "Muzhi, do you think that "Chunhua Pavilion" is an ancestral edition?""

"Yes." Hu Muzhi nodded with a smile, and said, "Old Wang, when you come back, go to my room and I will give you a taste.

"No, no, go now." Like Lin Wentai, Wang Chengfeng didn't care about going to someone else's house as a guest.

Wang Chengfeng, like Lin Wentai, was waiting for the elevator to get off at the elevator door with incomparably excited mood.

It's just that before the elevator arrives, there is an old man's voice behind him.

"Chengfeng, Wentai, why are you two standing at the elevator door? The car is outside."

Hu Muzhi turned his head to look, and found that the speaker was about sixty or seventy years old, wearing a Tang suit, with a thin body, and his appearance was 80% similar to Xu Mao.

Don't ask, the person here is Xu Anhua, the president of the Xiangjiang Calligraphers Association.

"Lao Xu, go to your house next time, there are more important things now. Wang Chengfeng said.

"What's the matter?" Xu Anhua asked in confusion.

Wang Chengfeng did not answer.

After all, the things are not his, there is no reason for him to ask others to come and watch together.

This looked at Hu Muzhi and introduced: "Muzhi, let me introduce to you, this, the president of the Xiangjiang Calligraphers Association, Xu Anhua, is also Xu Mao's father.

"Old Xu, this one, Hu Muzhi."

"Old Xu, hello." Hu Muzhi nodded politely towards the other party.

"Well. 39 Xu Anhua nodded, and it was a response.

After that, he stopped looking at Hu Muzhi, and said to Wang Chengfeng, "Chengfeng, I asked you something, and you haven't answered me yet.

Wang Chengfeng looked at Hu Muzhi again, obviously not knowing how to answer.

......••**•...

"In that case, let's go together." Hu Muzhi said.

"What together?" Xu Anhua asked in confusion.

"Lao Xu, don't ask, you'll know when you go to Muzhi's room." Lin Wentai couldn't help but said.

Finally, Xu Anhua confusedly followed Hu Muzhi and others to the elevator.

Swipe your card to enter the room.

Hu Muzhi put the Xuande stove beside the bed.

At this time, Lin Wentai also put the wooden box on the table, and then looked at Hu Muzhi, obviously asking if he could read it now.

"Look," Hu Muzhi said.

When Lin Wentai heard the words, he opened the wooden box and took the lead to take out a volume of "Chunhua Pavilion".

Wang Chengfeng did the same.

The two checked the table top and made sure that there was no water stain on it, then put "Chunhua Pavilion Post" on the table.

.0

At this time, Xu Anhua realized that he was watching "Chunhua Pavilion".

But he didn't take it seriously.

Like Wang Chengfeng, he also took it for granted that this "Chunhua Pavilion" was a reprinted edition.

But when Lin Wentai and Wang Chengfeng opened the "Chunhua Pavilion" and covered their mouths with their hands.

Xu Anhua felt that he was wrong.

In the past, only when looking at extremely precious paper relics, would they cover their mouths with their hands, fearing that the spit would splash.

This is the rule.

It was so formal that Xu Anhua couldn't help but stand aside and watch.

With just one glance, Xu Anhua's face was filled with excitement.

After a long while, Xu Anhua retracted his gaze, glanced at the wooden box, and found that there was still one volume, so he turned to look at Hu Muzhi, and said, "Is this yours?"

"Yes." Hu Muzhi nodded.

"Can I appreciate it?" Xu Anhua was very polite.

"Please." Hu Muzhi nodded.

After obtaining permission, Xu Anhua took the "Chunhua Pavilion" out of the wooden box.

Like Lin Wentai and Wang Chengfeng, they covered their mouths with their hands and looked carefully.

The three old people stood in a row, almost in the same posture, appreciating the "Chunhua Pavilion" in front of them.

Each page, the three old people have to read for a long time.

Hu Muzhi knew that at this speed, it would take at least two hours to read one volume.

So I picked up the landline by the bed and asked the hotel to deliver lunch.

After Hu Muzhi finished his lunch, another half hour passed.

Wang Chengfeng finally finished his volume of "Chunhua Pavilion Posts".

After putting it back in the wooden box, there were tears in his eyes and an excited expression on his face.

"I didn't expect that my Wang Chengfeng would be able to see it in his lifetime." Gong.