Chapter 51 Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains

After thinking about it, the boy was unable to understand the key points. Suddenly, he heard the owner of the painting shop greeting, "Master Wu, how can the gust of wind blow you here? I am really lucky to have three lives, and the glory will shine."

Lin Yifei turned his head and looked at it. The store owner was happily leading an old man in, full of pride. The old man's eyebrows were half white and he was very energetic. It was Lin Yifei who met Master Wu in the bookstore.

"I have been here in Jiangyuan for so long, and I have been having dinner and socializing all day long," Master Wu obviously knew the owner of the painting shop. "I was really unbearable. Today I finally took my leave and sneaked out. I passed by here and remembered that you still owed me a meal ten years ago. So, I came in to find you."

"Master Wu is really good at joking," the owner of the shop is in his forties, but he is already extremely smart and has no hair on his head. "If you eat, even though the shop is profitable, you will be willing to eat it all your life, but you are afraid that you will have too many noble people and have no time to stay here."

"Look," Master Wu was obviously in a good mood. "As soon as I said about eating, you had already suggested that you have a small profit. Obviously, I was afraid that the old man would be poor. "

The owner smiled and said, "Since the master knows that I am a small profit, I will have to leave some ink treasures in a while. When I hang them, I will not have to worry about no one visiting me."

"Good boy, the habit of plucking hairs by the geese has not changed at all." Master Wu gave him a thunderous thunder. The owner of the shopkeeper was just like a child, scratching his head.

The two of them laughed and laughed all the way, but they were not very reserved. Lin Yifei wanted to say hello, but when he saw the happy conversation between them, it was not easy to disturb him, so he turned his head. Although Master Wu was old, his eyes were sharp, he had already said hello. "Young man, do you still know me?"

Lin Yifei had no choice but to turn around and smile, "I parted quickly that day, but I didn't expect to see you again today. As the saying goes, where will we meet in life? Master Wu is more energetic, which is really gratifying."

The owner asked a little strangely: "Master knows him?"

"It's not just about knowing each other," Master Wu smiled and said, "I saw him painting in a few strokes that day, and he showed his charm. He was really a rare talent. I wanted to get to know him, but I didn't expect that he had something to do. I was in Jiangyuan for so many days, waiting for my little brother's phone call every day, but I didn't expect that I didn't expect that I didn't expect any of them."

Lin Yifei saw that Master Wu was disrespectful and spoke vulgarly. He didn't look like a master, so he couldn't help but laugh. "There were too many things in this period, but meeting was fate, so why not be a host. Please drink a few drinks to make up for the regrets of having a hurry that day?"

Master Wu laughed, "That's right, huh. Do you like this kind of painting?"

It was said that it was a chance encounter, but Master Wu had already seen Lin Yifei's figure from outside the window, and then walked in. Seeing him staring at the landscape painting for a long time, he couldn't help but feel confused.

"I just like this poem," Lin Yifei smiled and said, "The flowers on the picture are clustered and everything is revived, but they are too inconsistent with the artistic conception of the poem. At that time, Marshal Yue Fei felt that the country was deserted and devastated. In three months, he led his army to recover Xiang, Deng Liuzhou, and the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. Liu Yu, the pseudo-Qi Dynasty, was abolished by the Jin Kingdom, and was waiting for an opportunity to recover the Central Plains. When the court asked for reinforcements, the three provinces and the Privy Council jointly recruited them under the imperial edict. At that time, the situation was really no less than the twelve gold medals in Zhuxian Town. How could Marshal Yue Fei not let this poem sigh and sigh with great emotion, but the lyrics were good, and it was inevitable that they were a bit inappropriate here."

"Good insight." Master Wu slapped the shop owner on the shoulder hard, "Changxu, I'm right. If you had this vision and this knowledge, would you still be worried about your teacher?"

The owner smiled bitterly and said, "Master Wu, I am a rough man. At that time, I didn't finish elementary school and I couldn't even recognize many words. This song of Yue Fei's Man Jianghong is something that others know me, but I don't know anyone else."

Master Wu sighed, "It's a pity that those who want to worship me as their teacher do not have any talent. I want to accept disciples, but I refuse to worship me as my teacher."

When the old man said this, he glanced at Lin Yifei sideways and shook his head and sighed. However, the owner looked at Lin Yifei in surprise, "What do you call this little brother? You probably don't know who this master is now, right?"

You should know that he was an old acquaintance with Master Wu back then, so he wanted to learn painting with Master Wu. Unexpectedly, he asked countless times. Master Wu just refused and then changed his career to become a painting merchant. Now Master Wu’s masterpiece can be said to be a treasure of one painting. After learning such a skill, it would be a great honor. When he thought of this, he said, "This little brother, you must know that Master Wu’s paintings are rare now. If you can get his mantle, you will be worry-free in your life."

"Look at you, it will be vulgar." Master Wu sighed, "Do you know there is a kind of painting called literati painting, also called literati painting? Literati used the qualities of books as the standard for evaluating paintings, meaning poetic painting or poetry scroll spirit, which is based on landscapes, ancient trees, bamboo and stones, flowers and birds. Among them, the figures were first Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, Ni Yunlin of the Yuan Dynasty, and later famous masters such as Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty, Bada Shanren of the Qing Dynasty, Shi Tao, etc. The reason why they were later called famous masters is because there were paintings in poems and poems in paintings, and used paintings to express their aspirations. However, you have money in paintings and paintings in money. If that is the case, it is better to do a business."

Jin Changxu smiled bitterly and said, "Master Wu said it is good, but now it is a commodity economy. Many people are still far from the level of a master. Life is still the first element. Yesterday, a person came to sell paintings. It seems that the paperwork should have been painted after the Republic of China. The brushwork is delicate, but the price is too high, so I refused it in one go."

Master Wu shook his head, knowing that Jin Changxu kept silent and kept his economic benefits, he was not the successor of his own robe. He stretched out his hand to pull Lin Yifei, "Let's go, you will probably get smelly after you have been here for a long time. Since that's the case, it's better to let some wine lees outside."

Jin Changxu smiled awkwardly, "Other, Master Wu, I won't mention it. There are still a few paintings that you need to appreciate. If you thank the golden mouth, I'm really grateful."

No matter how much he joked, Master Wu still had no contempt for Jin Changxu. Seeing him bringing a bunch of calligraphy and paintings, putting them on the table, looking at him with hope, and unfolding them one by one, pulling Lin Yifei to appreciate it slowly.

Master Wu just took a look at several paintings, shook his head and put them aside. When he unfolded another scroll, his eyes suddenly lit up. After looking at them for a while, "Do you know the source of this painting?"

Lin Yifei wanted to shirk his ignorance. He was far less interested in calligraphy and painting than martial arts. He was very popular and was very fussy. However, many people said that he had talent in this area. It was like this eight hundred years ago, but he did not expect that it would be the same eight hundred years later.

However, he only took a look at the painting, with a little surprised in his eyes, "From the layout and artistic conception, this painting should be a copy of Wang Ximeng's map of thousands of miles of land. Although it is a fake, its meaning is vivid and detailed, it is also a rare masterpiece!"

Jin Changxu applauded repeatedly, and raised his thumb and said, "The person recommended by Master Wu is indeed not bad."

Lin Yifei said that what he brought out was a fake. Not only did he not annoyed, he felt a little joyful, but because his shop was small and small, the original works of the map of a thousand miles of land could not fall into his hands. He usually only managed some copy works, but the copying was divided into superior and inferior. Lin Yifei spoke with vivid thoughts and detailed comments. How could he not be happy after hearing it?

"It's true that there are two tricks." Master Wu was not surprised. Judging from Lin Yifei's conversation and knowledge, he made a few moves, this person was far from ordinary studios, and was comparable to students in the art department. It was not surprising to recognize Wang Ximeng's only work passed down from generation to generation. "How can I see it as a copy?" The old man was on a whim and thought of it as exquisite.

Lin Yifei was stunned. He had seen Wang Ximeng's works once. Back then, it was originally a local official who offered the priest. Wang Ximeng's generation of painters, but he died young and did not paint many, which made people sigh.

He recognized that this painting was a fake and was all intuition. It was just to tell the truth and falsehood, but it was difficult to say it for a while. "This painting has many scenery and a variety of atmospheres. The composition seeks changes in the density and the momentum is coherent. It is really craftsmanship. However, Wang Ximeng's painting method was combined with hemp and axe-splitting texture to express the texture and light and dark changes of mountains and rocks, and this painting was somewhat deficient. Besides, Wang Ximeng's paintings were majestic and magnificent, and this painting was also a little worse."

Master Wu was a little surprised, "The way to identify the authenticity of the little brother is unique, but it is difficult to see the original ones. The following comments are: I only saw the original ones decades ago by chance. I don't know where I saw it?"

He didn't know that Lin Yifei had indeed seen the original works, and it was eight hundred years ago. Lin Yifei was speechless for a moment and pondered for a moment before laughing: "In fact, it is not difficult to distinguish the authenticity. The original works of the 1,000-mile land in the country were painted on silk. I know that a kind of Mi family made by the Mi family in Jiaxing, Zhejiang was uniform and thick. At that time, the palace painters used this kind of silk. Although the land used in this painting was also made of silk, it looked inferior at first glance. Moreover, the ancient silk was long and it was no longer tough after being framed. The painting was too far apart, and it should have been only a few decades of land."

He said something, but he didn't expect that Master Wu would become more and more strange as he listened to it. "The little brother knows more and more, but you didn't expect that you knew Mi Jiajuan."
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