Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Needless to say, because of this word, A Bao and the other six people received a warmer reception, and the standard of lunch was improved. Master Li also asked his family to order some hard dishes at the restaurant.

At the dinner table, the paper had been put into the wooden box again. Master Li had already begun discussing with the students how to frame the calligraphy. Li Shengfa also took the opportunity to make suggestions.

"Dad, I'm afraid there are not many good craftsmen in our county. This paper looks very old at first glance. What if there is something wrong?"

This paper is not only old, it was old paper from that time, with ink splashes and dust. It has not been well preserved over the years, and it looks really fragile.

Master Li frowned slightly.

"Is it difficult to frame calligraphy and painting? It is easy to say. It is indeed a delicate job. This word"

"I think we should go to Yuezhou to find a craftsman. Xingwen has a writing shop in Yuezhou and knows a great craftsman."

The guests also echoed this moment.

"Yes, Mr. Li, and a few young masters. I have a small literary shop in Yuezhou, and sometimes I provide some items for your Yuezhou Academy. I know that one person has extraordinary skills and can even re-mount ancient calligraphy and paintings. Without leaving any traces, or even repairing it a little, it will be foolproof if you go to him!"

The old master's heart moved.

"Yuezhou? Is it Xu Zichang?"

The guests' eyes lit up when they heard this.

"Old Master also knows this person?"

Master Li nodded slightly.

"How could I not know? I heard that this person is from Jiaodong. He traveled thousands of miles to see the Immortal Furnace Painting of Mountains and Rivers. However, this unique painting disappeared in Yuezhou. Xu Zichang also stayed in Yuezhou. !”

As he said this, the old master looked at the students around him and said.

"Although Xu Zichang has an eccentric temper, his craftsmanship is outstanding. Previously, an ancient painting in the hands of the old mountain master of the academy was not well preserved, so he asked this person to re-mount it and repair it. There was no trace after the work was completed. It is a wonderful skill!"

The guests nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but interject at this moment.

"What the old master said is absolutely true. Xu Zichang is actually not well-known in Yuezhou, and not many people know about it, but he also has good attainments in calligraphy and paintings, and he is even better at mounting and repairing calligraphy and paintings!"

"And I can be sure that if this word is presented to Xu Zichang, he will take action even if he doesn't accept the money!"

The conversation between the old master and the guests made Yi Abao and several other students excited. From listening to it, you could tell that this person named Xu Zichang was very powerful!

The old master couldn't help but nod at this moment and said to several students.

"If we only look at it from the perspective of mounting and protecting calligraphy, it would be best to ask Xu Zichang to take action. But after all, we are in Yuezhou, and it is the Spring Festival. How do you decide?"

"If you decide to go to Yuezhou for framing, I will go with you! Or wait until after the New Year, when we return to the academy together?"

The old master has already decided in his heart that he will frame this calligraphy from beginning to end.

Although the Yuezhou area has always been relatively peaceful, if something goes wrong due to the carelessness of a few students, the old master will not be able to forgive himself.

Yi Abao and others looked at each other, and they were all very excited. They just felt that they were participating in something very meaningful.

"Why don't we go directly?" "Yeah, I can't wait either!"

"Yes, what did Abao say?"

"I also think it would be better to go right away, but I have to go home and ask my grandpa and dad."

The old master stroked his beard and nodded.

"Yes, for such a big matter, you must ask the elders in the family. Speaking of which, I haven't visited the Yi family yet. As a wife, I really shouldn't. Let's go and pay New Year's greetings this time!"

Yi Abao suddenly became nervous, Master actually wanted to go to his home? But does he dare to refuse at this time?

That afternoon, not only Yi Abao and his friends went back, but also Master Li from the academy.

The elders of the Yi family heard that the master from Yuezhou Academy came to pay New Year's greetings in person. The whole family did not dare to show any neglect and warmly entertained the old master.

To Ah Bao's relief, the old master didn't say a word about his slightly bad performance in the academy. Instead, he praised Ah Bao frequently, praising Ah Bao, a student who could only be regarded as an above-average student, to the delight of the Yi family's elders.

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On the fifth day of the first lunar month, in Wenhuafang on Yuezhou East Street, a group of people walked into an alley and finally stopped in front of a house without a courtyard at the end of the alley.

This house is a two-story building. It doesn't look big, but the white walls and black tiles extend quite far, making it seem like the house is relatively long and slender.

During the New Year period, almost everywhere is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. No matter how bad it is, every household hangs Spring Festival couplets with Chinese characters for blessings. But there is nothing in front of this house's door, as if the New Year has nothing to do with the residents inside.

The person leading the way was the previous guest of the old master's house. He turned back and said to everyone, including Mr. Li and his son.

"That's it, please wait a moment."

The speaker now started knocking on the door.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong. Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu, Qian Xingwente is here to wish you a happy New Year!"

In a quiet room in the house, a thin middle-aged man with a black beard heard the knock on the door, with some surprise on his face and murmured.

"A visitor actually came to the door?"

The man frowned and did not choose to ignore the unexpected visitor. He stood up, put on his coat and walked towards the front door.

When the door opened, there were nine people standing outside.

"Mr. Xu, I have admired you for a long time. I, Li Congmin of Yuezhou Academy, brought a few students to visit Mr. Xu to pay New Year greetings. At the same time, I also wanted to ask Mr. to help frame a picture despite his busy schedule!"

"I've met Mr. Xu!"

Yi Abao and others also saluted the man who opened the door. Through Qian Xingwen, everyone understood that Xu Zichang was not just a simple craftsman, and they did not dare to be rude in any way.

Xu Zichang frowned and looked at everyone, and finally got out of the way.

"Please come in!"

When you enter the room, there is a classroom, but there are not enough seats. A few students crowded on a few benches, while Yi Abao sat with the old master.

Xu Zichang just frowned and looked at everyone, neither serving tea nor showing any enthusiasm.

Qian Xingwen did not sit down, but put down the gifts he was carrying and came over with a smile.

"Mr. Xu, don't think I'm disturbing you. The words you brought today are no small matter!"

"What word?"

Xu Zichang glanced around and landed on Yi Abao. The latter was slightly startled and placed the wooden box in his arms on the table.

"This is a calligraphy passed down from my student's family. Because it is extremely precious and the paper is old and fragile, I made a special trip to ask my husband to frame it!"

Xu Zichang glanced at the old master, then turned to the table. Yi Abao had already opened the wooden box, taken out the paper and spread it on the table.

When the wooden box was opened, Xu Zichang's expression actually changed.

When the paper was unfolded and the ink was revealed before his eyes, the expression on Xu Zichang's face gradually became absent-minded, his eyes gradually widened, and his pupils expanded slightly.

Even Xu Zichang's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

No wonder these people came so unexpectedly, no wonder they didn't realize there was a visitor before knocking on the door.

"Where did you get this word, and how did you get it?"

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, Xu Zichang's voice could not conceal his excitement.

“An unexpected benefit from our ancestors.”

Yi Abao answered directly, while Xu Zichang's eyes never left the paper and turned to Abao.

"Can you let me go into the quiet room and take a closer look?"

"this"

A Bao seemed a little hesitant, the old master also frowned, and Xu Zichang felt unhappy when he saw them.

"Can I still steal your handwriting? You"

On a normal day, Xu Zichang would have already kicked people out, but that's really not possible today.

"When you come here, you should know that I am a human being who cannot do such dirty things. Besides, the quiet room is next door and there is only one door for entry and exit. Please don't worry."

"Yes, yes, it is Mr. Xu's rule to observe carefully in a quiet room!"

Qian Xingwen hurriedly helped to speak, Abao nodded after hesitation, and the old master didn't say anything more.

"Thank you very much!"

Xu Zichang actually thanked Ah Bao with his hand, then carefully touched the paper, holding the paper and moving it little by little towards the quiet room on the side, as if he was holding a basin of soup that was about to overflow.

Abao and others followed to the door and saw that the floor of the so-called quiet room was covered with wooden boards. There was no table or chairs inside, only an oil lamp, and then they were locked out.

However, through the window paper on the door, you can still see the blurry outline of a human figure inside.

In the quiet room, Xu Zichang sat cross-legged and spread the paper in front of him.

The paper felt as heavy as a thousand pieces in Xu Zichang's hands. He almost used all his strength to lift the paper into the room and then put it down carefully.

"call"

After taking a long breath, Xu Zichang looked at the paper again. The words on it seemed to contain wind and thunder, and it was already thrilling to see it!

"Most of it is black, most of it is black"

Xu Zichang looked at the door and saw that there were obviously many people lying down.

But at this moment, he couldn't restrain his inner excitement. He made a gesture with both hands and then the palms of his hands merged together. The index and middle fingers of his left and right hands touched the paper together.

Woo.

A kind of whistling seems to be rippling in my heart.

A layer of white light appeared on the paper, and the edges of the traces soaked in ink showed signs of fading inwards.

"Da da da da da"

The oil lamp on the side began to shake continuously, and Xu Zichang felt the same way, but he tried his best and refused to give up.

The ink stain finally moved, but it only moved a small distance, and then an overwhelming terrifying force struck.

In just an instant, Xu Zichang flew backwards and hit the wall behind him heavily.

"Bang~~"

The whole room seemed to shake slightly.

"Pap~"

The oil lamp on the ground suddenly fell over due to the vibration, and the flame fell to the ground with the wick, almost immediately burning the paper.

Can't burn!

Xu Zichang was so anxious that he pointed at the light with all his strength in the corner. A small flame was extinguished and the lamp oil was swept to the other side of the wall.

Only then did Xu Zichang spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"puff"

"Rumble--"

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, shaking people's hearts and minds

The movement inside was so loud that of course everyone outside noticed it, but they were startled by the sudden thunder, and immediately became nervous after regaining consciousness.

"Mr. Xu?" "What happened?"

The old master didn't care about that anymore and opened the door. As a result, people outside saw Xu Zichang sitting on the ground, carefully appreciating calligraphy. There was no chaos in the quiet room.

"Uh" "What just happened?"

Xu Zichang raised his head and looked at the people at the door.

"I was just startled by the thunder. Don't be so impatient and wait outside for a while!"

The people outside looked at each other. Wasn't the thunder followed by the movement inside?

The door was closed again. Xu Zichang finally couldn't hold his breath and began to gasp for breath. The blood stains on the corners of his mouth, clothes and the ground also reappeared.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho"

This ink mark was destroyed by God's will, not by the master who left the book intentionally!