Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 86 Daming No. 1 Crazy Grass

  After three rounds of tea, the topic turned to the painting that Li Moxin found. Mr. Qin knew Li Mo's ability very well, so the three of them came to the desk, and Li Mo took out two calligraphy and paintings from his bag.

   "Two pictures?"

  Li Mo first unfolded Liu Zizhuang's painting and said, "This is a picture of an old farmer leading a cow. Mr. Qin, Grandpa Shi, take a look."

"I don't understand."

  Master Shi shook his head. Although he didn't understand, he went over to watch the excitement.

   "The painter is quite good, and the signature seal is Liu Zizhuang. It is really rare that this person still has works handed down. It is a pity that this person is not lucky, and the works handed down are not popular."

   "Old Qin knows the origin of this Liu Zizhuang?"

"I know that this person should be a champion in the imperial examination during the Shunzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. He was considered a late bloomer. He only entered the Golden Temple at the age of forty. He died of illness within a few years after becoming an official. There are not many records about him in history books. This painting Although it is not recognized by the market, it can be regarded as a good ancient painting, so keep it for yourself to appreciate."

  Li Mo admired Mr. Qin's profound knowledge, he knew such an unpopular figure.

   "At any rate, this painting is also the work of a number one scholar. I'll just hang it on the wall mountain later. It's still a bit stylish."

   "Put this one away, we focus on that picture."

  Li Mojuan finished Liu Zizhuang's painting, and then slowly spread out the words.

  A stunning wild cursive style appeared in front of the three of them. Even if the old man didn't understand poetry, he was still moved by the momentum of the wild cursive in front of him.

  Master Qin himself is a calligrapher, with Song Huizong's thin gold body as pure as fire, with the style of a great master. So when he saw the Kuangcao body on display, his eyes lit up a little.

   "If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons to make it spirited. This is a humble room, but I am virtuous."

  Elder Qin read out the first few sentences word by word, and the cursive style is not a problem at all in his eyes.

  After listening to what he read out, Li Mo went to check it again, and he could read it vaguely.

"The moss marks are green on the upper level, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication. You can tune the plain qin and read the golden scriptures. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and no laborious forms of case books. Nanyang Zhugelu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion. Confucius said: "Why is there such a thing?"

  Old Master Qin finished reading it in one go, and then he took a closer look at it. There is also the inscription left at the end of the title.

   "Mount Qiuzhi of Zhengde Dingwei."

  Li Mo's face was shocked, this crazy painting "The Inscription of the Humble Room" was actually Zhu Zhishan's masterpiece.

  Who is Zhu Zhishan?

  One of the four famous talents in the Ming Dynasty.

   In calligraphy, Wen Zhengming and Wang Chong became the "three masters".

  His calligraphy absorbs the spirit and momentum of many calligraphers, integrates them into a whole, develops into his own unique wild grass, and is known as the first in the Ming Dynasty.

  There is a saying in history that "Tang Bohu's paintings, Zhu Zhishan's calligraphy" shows that Zhu Zhishan's cursive calligraphy has the supreme status in the Ming Dynasty.

   At the end of Kuangcao's work, there is Zhu Zhishan's seal seal.

   "Little friend, this is really Zhu Zhishan's handwriting." Mr. Qin's voice changed, full of incredible, unbelievable.

  Li Mo looked at the whole picture now, and there was no obstacle in reading Kuangcao's "Humble Room Inscription", and the whole picture was extremely expressive.

  Thinking carefully about his fonts, his pens are like dragons and snakes, full of rebellious character, bold and unrestrained, wild and uninhibited, dripping with ink, and fast.

   As expected of being the first person in Ming Dynasty cursive script, his wild cursive has amazed countless calligraphers of later generations.

   "Master Qin, today is really a feast for the eyes."

   "Yeah, it's emotional."

  One old and one young couldn't look away for a long time. The wild grass in Zhuzhishan seemed to have infinite magical power in their eyes, making them unable to stop.

   "Old man Qin, you have to pay attention to controlling your emotions, don't think that you are still a young man." Old Shi was not so excited, after all, he has no interest in calligraphy and painting.

   "Quick!"

   It took a long time for Mr. Qin to regain his emotions. He signaled Li Mo to put away the words carefully.

   "Old man Qin, is this really the masterpiece of Zhu Zhishan?"

  "The momentum, spirit, and boldness of this wild grass are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Judging from the inscription and seal, it is undoubtedly the authentic work of Zhu Zhishan."

  "How does this wild grass compare with those words in your collection?"

Mr. Qin glanced at Shi and said with a smile: "It's okay to say it clearly. Compared with Zhuzhishan's wild cursive, the characters in my collection really lack a kind of tolerance. But whether it is wild cursive, cursive script, or regular script, every font is unique. It has its own unique charm. I like wild grass, but I prefer thin gold body."

   "Just admit defeat, I don't care about the rest."

   "Hahaha, you old man of poetry, you are no match for me in chess, now let's find a place on this."

  Li Mo put away the calligraphy and paintings, and sat back on the sofa with the elders again.

   "Little friend, where did you find this calligraphy? Zhu Zhishan's authentic handwriting is rarely passed down among the people."

   "Liulichang, the antique festival has been going on for the past few days, so I went for an hour or two with Niu Sanpang this afternoon."

   "Apart from these two calligraphy and paintings, do you have any other gains?"

   "There are still three small leaks, which are not worth mentioning. The Antique Festival is still a few days away. Tomorrow, Sanpang and I will go shopping for the rest."

   "Based on the current market price of Zhu Zhishan's authentic work, the price is about eight or nine million per square foot. If this wild grass "Humble Room Inscription" goes to auction, it will start at least 150 million."

   "I plan to collect this authentic painting myself, Mr. Qin, and I will ask you for more advice on the maintenance of calligraphy and painting later."

   "It's on me."

"Dad, what's on your shoulders?" Qin Yali walked into the study with a smile on her face, first said hello to Mr. Shi, and then looked at Li Mo, "I heard that you were here when I first got home, so I put down my things Just come here and see what treasures you find again."

   "You are a step late, this kid got an authentic painting of Zhu Zhishan's crazy grass."

  Master Qin pointed to Li Mo's backpack.

   "What, is it the authentic work of Zhu Zhishan, the first person in the Ming dynasty?" Qin Yali was also quite surprised. The Kyoto Museum has an authentic work of Zhu Zhishan, which is usually reluctant to show it.

   "Xiao Mo, what is the content of that authentic painting?"

   "I'll show Aunt Qin the "Humble Room Inscription" written by Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi."

   "Forget it, I'm not proficient in calligraphy, and my eyes are darkened when I look at it. Dad, Uncle Shi, Xiao Mo, dinner is ready, let's go to eat first."

   "Xiao Mo was in a hurry last time, did you add some big meat to him today, so that young people can eat it?"

   "I added a portion of char siew, a portion of lion's head, a portion of beer duck, and a portion of braised beef. I heard from Si Rui that Xiao Mo's meal alone is worth her three-day meal."

  Li Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry and said, "I sound like an idiot."

"Haha, the rice bucket is good, you can eat and drink. By the way, didn't Si Rui say that you will go to Kyoto tonight, and you will stay here overnight after eating. Tomorrow, Si Rui will have a rest, and you will take her to the antique festival. Let her relax and relax."

   After Mr. Qin finished speaking, he winked at Mr. Shi beside him.

"That girl Si Rui is usually too busy with work and studies, and running around every day is tiring enough. Tomorrow, you young people will go shopping and have a good meal. You have to live like a young man. Don't learn from our old man. , stay at home all day and never go out.”

   "I'm afraid not. The Antique Festival is really crowded. Sanpang and I are sweating from the crowd. It's not suitable for Si Rui to go."

   "There's nothing inappropriate, it's okay to walk around places with few people."

  (end of this chapter)