The Immortal Cultivator Returns to the City

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I do n’t like Bingqingshan, but I am very interested in calligraphy and painting. For this reason, I have opened a collection room at home, and I have collected a lot of collected calligraphy and painting. It's a little famous.

When Chen Peng took out Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, Bingqingshan was particularly excited.

Among all the calligraphy and paintings, Bingqingshan's favorite is the ancient bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao.

"Uncle, I got it occasionally, and I don't know the true or false. I want to ask Uncle to help me take a look!" Chen Peng said seriously.

"No problem, let's go to the study!"

Bing Qingshan is now thinking of Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and paintings. He took the calligraphy and paintings carefully and walked to the study next door.

Chen Peng and Ye Xuan are behind.

"Boy. Qingya is my woman, you'd better get off!" When Chen Qingshan didn't pay attention, Chen Peng said fiercely at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan couldn't help laughing, "You are lack of confidence!"

Chen Peng was almost half dead by the words, and he almost yelled, "I want to have confidence in your sister. If you win Bing Qingya, why should you pretend to be fierce!"

"You'd better know it, you are a little / **** / silk, not worthy of Qingya, do you have money? No money, a car? No car. You have nothing, why chase Qingya!" Chen Peng Finally, he grabbed some face and walked into the study in a hurry.

...

In the study.

The painting of Zheng Banqiao has been opened.

It is Zheng Banqiao's best-known bamboo painting, which is quite distinctive and antique. It can be seen at a glance that it is Zheng Banqiao's style, which is not copied by ordinary people.

Bing Qingshan held a magnifying glass, watching it very carefully, and at the same time was very excited, as if lying in front of a woman uncovered.

"This is really the style of Zheng Banqiao, you see here, and here!"

Bingqingshan looked very carefully and pointed at one of the places from time to time.

Chen Peng took the opportunity to pat the horse fart, "Uncle is really amazing, so understanding of Zheng Banqiao's paintings, I bought it, I really can't see so many doorways!"

Bing Qingshan continued to watch, "You guys, the younger generation, are all impetuous, and they really have to learn more about the things left by old antiques when they are free, instead of indulging in the world of flowers and flowers all day, training students to recuperate. , For example, this bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao! "

Chen Peng glanced at Ye Xuan proudly, "Uncle said well, I will learn a lot in the future, and if I can't do it, I will come to Uncle for lessons!"

Bing Please Mountain is more and more satisfied with Chen Peng, especially the bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao.

"Yes!" And Qingshan nodded, "I still have a snack in this regard!"

"Then thank you Uncle!" Chen Peng said, "Since Uncle likes this painting by Zheng Banqiao, it is useless to keep it in my hand anyway. It is better to give it to Uncle, just be a little careful! "

Bingqingshan put down the magnifying glass and shook his head, "It's too expensive. No, it's really not. You will come to sit in the future and I will be very happy!"

Chen Peng said earnestly, "Uncle, I bought this painting for thousands of pieces. I don't know if it's true. It's also confirmed by my uncle. If my uncle doesn't take it seriously, just give me a few thousand pieces. Now! "

Although this bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao is not very well-known, hundreds of thousands of them are simple if they cannot be sold.

"No, no!" Bingqingshan shook his head despite his heart. The value of this painting is too high, and it is very satisfying to appreciate. After all, Zheng Banqiao's paintings are very rare, and one is a pair.

At this time, Ye Xuan said with a smile, "Uncle, actually you want a painting of Zheng Banqiao is really simple!"

Chen Peng was angry, this guy actually dared to speak.

It must be hit hard again.

"You say a pair, are you Zheng Banqiao? Now who doesn't know that Zheng Banqiao's paintings are very expensive, most of them are collected by people, and rarely hang out outside. I also encountered a pair. Good luck! "Chen Peng said in a line.

Bingqingshan frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Ye Xuan shook his head, "Uncle likes this painting very much, but this painting is too expensive. As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money and has a way. Uncle really likes the bamboo painting of Zheng Banqiao. For example, this one in front of him is too expensive. That ’s not what my uncle thought, but I have a way to ensure that my uncle can have the same copy of Zheng Banqiao ’s copy. The younger generation is not talented, and it happens to happen. If the uncle does n’t mind, I ’m willing to copy the copy for my uncle!

"Ah, you will copy!" Bingqingshan moved a little, if you can copy a pair of identical, the value is low, but no matter how you look, Ye Xuan seems too young, want to copy a pair of seventy-eight percent Cheng Banqiao The paintings do not seem so easy.

Chen Peng said in a deep voice, "Uncle, don't listen to him, copy the exact same words, how old is he, how much craft he can have, don't pretend to be here!"

Ye Xuan said in a hurry, "Uncle, it's not clear in a word, it's better to copy it, anyway, there is no loss, do you say it!"

"That's right, then try it!" Bing Qingshan didn't believe Ye Xuan very much. Anyway, his daughter brought it back. He always had to give him a chance.

Chen Peng sneered on the side and didn't believe Ye Xuan could do it.

...

In the study, there are ready-made painting utensils.

Ye Xuan didn't understand the painting very well, but to copy it, it was very simple. The strength and techniques above were clear and clear. It was hard to imagine.

When picking up the brush, Ye Xuan wrote it casually.

Bing Qingshan frowned, and at first glance he knew that Ye Xuan's pen holding was very wrong, and he was disappointed.

"Hey, I can't hold the brush, and I want to draw bamboo!" Chen Peng also understood a little and shook his head, and he was happier. As long as Ye Xuan's **** behaved worse, the impression on Qingya's father would be worse It was not good time to leave.

"what!"

But when the first stroke went down, Bingqingshan couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's too much, this stroke ~~~"

There are only a few pens on white rice paper.

But in Bingqingshan's view, the brushstroke was almost exactly the same as Zheng Banqiao's bamboo painting, which shocked him.

As the number of pen strokes increased, Bing Qingshan's face was shocked from the beginning, to moving, to now, a pair of eyes, staring at Xuan paper.

"It's very similar, no, exactly the same!"

Bingqing Mountain can't believe it. Ye Xuan's young age, copying ability has reached this level. If it is not seen with his own eyes, it is almost believed to be true.

Chen Peng was also dumbfounded.

"This is also ~~~ OK!"