Xuan Neng Bao Jian

Chapter 100 Rain Ink Landscape
The person is not good!
Wang Xiaohu narrowed his eyes and looked at the little dreadlocks in front of him, and couldn't help but frown slightly. The Guangmingding a few days ago is now Long Aotian, obviously someone is targeting them at Jingbao Pavilion, or targeting himself.

"Hey, why are you stunned? I'm very busy, please help me identify it!"

Long Aotian poked the picture scroll at Wang Xiaohu's body, looking around with his nostrils upturned as if he was in a land of no one.

When he saw the stool Wang Xiaohu had just made, he stretched his muscles and sat on it unceremoniously.

"Well, even the tea is prepared for me, the service attitude is okay, hahahaha!"

Long Aotian glanced at the teacup next to his right hand, picked it up to play with, squinted at Wang Xiaohu and took two sips with a provocative face.

"This tea...why does it taste weird?"

After Long Aotian finished drinking, he clicked his mouth, but the weather outside was scorchingly hot, he was already thirsty, so without thinking about it, he raised his neck and gulped down the remaining water in the cup.

I'm going!

Looking at the tea that was finished by Long Aotian in an instant, Zhang Lu's face twitched slightly, he shrank his neck and ran to the side.

"Boy, have you identified it?"

After Long Aotian drank his tea, he stared at Wang Xiaohu indifferently, the Gray Wolf tattoo on his chest looked "ferocious and domineering!" '

"Appraisal is fine, first pay the appraisal fee!"

Wang Xiaohu looked at Long Aotian indifferently, with no expression of joy or anger on his face.

"Crack!" Long Aotian reached out and took out a black bank card and threw it on the table, saying domineeringly: "The password is six ones, you can use whatever you want!"

"Now it can be identified!"

Long Aotian looked arrogant, he glanced at Zhang Lu next to him, and pointed his finger: "That four-eyed boy, pour me a cup of tea!"

"I……!"

Zhang Lu shrank to the corner, his eyelids twitched slightly, but he still held back his anger and picked up the teacup.

"This calligraphy and painting... interesting!"

Before the picture scroll was opened, Wang Xiaohu's eyebrows slightly raised.

He spread out the scroll carefully on the table, and a thick landscape picture came into his eyes. The landscape is made of thick ink and smooth strokes. It looks like the moon in the water. It has a hazy feeling, and the artistic conception is more than the technique. , whether it is in terms of artistic value or age preservation, it is considered to be a top-grade piece.

"Hehe, boy, you look constipated, no one will recognize you!"

Long Aotian glanced at Wang Xiaohu out of the corner of his eye with a look of disdain for the world, and sneered disdainfully.

Wang Xiaohu stroked the picture scroll and didn't speak, but there was a knowing smile on the corner of his mouth.

If it wasn't for his palm-sighted eyes, it would be very difficult to see the reality of this painting. Not to mention him, even a famous master like Zhang Wenlong might not be able to spot the clues. It can be seen that the other party has good intentions!

"Tch, I heard that your Jingbao Pavilion still wants to set up the largest antique store in Baihe City? Just rely on you garbage appraisers? You should go back to the ravine to grow sweet potatoes!"

Seeing Wang Xiaohu's silence, Long Aotian taunted him even more unscrupulously.

"You are not allowed to say that about Jingbao Pavilion!"

At this moment Zhang Lu came back with tea, he slapped the tea heavily on the table, stared at Long Aotian angrily and growled: "It's just a broken landscape, really put him Be a baby, I will appraise it for you!"

"Wang Xiaohu, you really disgrace our Jingbao Pavilion!"

Zhang Lu gave Wang Xiaohu a hard look, and reached out to snatch the scroll from his hand.

Hmph, it's really unreliable to rely on the little boy on the face!

Zhang Lu swept the scroll with a magnifying glass with a cold face, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in a moment.

Wang Xiaohu folded his hands on his chest and looked at Zhang Lu indifferently. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Long Aotian, who was on the side, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.

"Huh? This tea... doesn't taste right!"

Long Aotian still had a haughty look on his face, he picked up the teacup and drank a couple of sips, smacking his lips and frowning slightly.

"Four-eyed boy, are you missing something for me in this tea!"

Long Aotian stared at Zhang Lu suspiciously, and said with some displeasure: "Is this how your Jingbao Pavilion treats guests? What you pour for him is good tea, and what you pour for Ben Shao is this kind of rubbish." , do you mean to despise customers?"

With a "snap", Long Aotian stretched out his hand and threw the cup directly on Zhang Lu's face and shouted coldly: "I'm changing this young master to the original one just now, hmph, what do you understand?" It is called the customer is God!"

After being poured over head and face by the tea, Zhang Lu's face was bluish, and he clenched his fists tightly, but he still forcibly suppressed his chest in anger.

your sister!I'm kind enough to pour tea for you, you must drink the spittle, right? Sure enough, the most humble man is invincible!
Zhang Lu cursed in his heart, and quickly poured another cup of tea back with a cold face, and there was an inexplicable thing on top of the tea, which made Zhang Lu slightly disgusted.

"Hmph, there is no color at all, you deserve to be a salted fish for the rest of your life!"

Long Aotian took the tea, snorted disdainfully, took two sips, and narrowed his eyes to savor it.

"Well, yes, that's the smell!"

He nodded in satisfaction, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Wow……!"

Looking at Long Aotian who was sipping tea carefully, Zhang Lu clutched his stomach and retched for a moment.

"Snapped!"

Long Aotian slapped the cup heavily on the table, stared at Zhang Lu and asked indifferently: "Have you ... the identification?"

"Cut, it's just a rain-ink landscape of Nanming. Although it is a relatively rare type, do you think you can beat me?"

Looking at Long Aotian's provocative eyes, Zhang Lu smiled smugly.

"Oh? Tell me?"

Hearing Zhang Lu's words, Long Aotian's pupils had a hint of sarcasm, and he half-lyed on the chair, staring at Zhang Lu like a clown.

"Haha, just listen to me!"

Zhang Lu smiled recklessly, he glanced at Wang Xiaohu contemptuously, then stared at Long Aotian and said slowly: "This landscape is densely written, and the ink lines are as blurred and unreal as flowers in a mirror. Flying, the rain penetrates the scroll and the brush and ink render it, it is a niche popular technique of the Jianghuai generation in the Southern Ming Dynasty!"

"It is said that Zhao Zhi, the emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty, loved mountains and rivers and indulged in calligraphy and painting. When he was traveling in the suburbs one day, he felt it, so he sat on the ground and drew a picture of mountains and rivers in the late sun. But when this scroll was first completed, it happened to be raining heavily, and Zhao Zhi had nowhere to hide. , so he put the scroll above his head to avoid the rain, and after the rain cleared, Zhao Zhi discovered that the ink smudges rendered by the rain had a special charm, which can be called a natural skill, so he was overjoyed and created the rain ink technique!"

Zhang Lu tapped the picture scroll on the table lightly with his fingers, and talked confidently: "The Nanming court existed for a short time, so the rain-ink technique was almost lost, and there were very few works left. What's more, I just happened to do some research, and the guest wouldn't think that such a mere rain and ink landscape can beat our Jingbao Pavilion!"

(End of this chapter)