Baojian

Chapter 1064 New Year's Eve
Meng Yao stayed with her grandfather for two days, and returned to Qin Feng's courtyard on the third day. After giving Meng Yao a piece of Heavenly King Heart Protection Pill and pushing the palace to activate blood, the two went out of the courtyard to gather around the old imperial city. start.

"Qin Feng, I really like this kind of life..." Meng Yao leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder, looking at the white snow that had not melted all over the place, she only felt that her heart was full of happiness. She hoped that she could accompany Qin Feng like this for the rest of her life The wind goes down.

"I'll accompany you..." Qin Feng lowered his head and sniffed the scent of Meng Yao's hair. He also liked this feeling very much. There was no dispute, no killing, and no intrigue. Living like an ordinary person was also what Qin Feng yearned for. .

After walking for more than an hour, seeing that Meng Yao was a bit tired, Qin Feng said, "Go home and practice calligraphy. You can go out with me in the evening and wish the elders a new year..."

"Okay, I'll grind ink for you..." Meng Yao nodded gently, she didn't even ask what Qin Feng was going to do, but just quietly followed Qin Feng.

"It's so well written..."

Watching Qin Feng write the flamboyant characters on the paper, Meng Yao couldn't help but praise. She started learning calligraphy with her grandfather when she was six years old. The ability is still there.

"I feel good too..."

Qin Feng nodded with a smile. Writing requires peace of mind, and with Meng Yao by his side, Qin Feng's heart is particularly peaceful, and he has improved a lot in calligraphy.

The whole day was spent by Qin Feng practicing calligraphy with Meng Yao at the side. At night, Qin Feng packed up some things and drove out of the courtyard with Meng Yao.

"Teacher, are you home?" When he came to the downstairs of the two-story building where Qi Gong lived, Qin Feng called across the yard. He knew that the teacher was old and his ears and eyes were not very good, so his voice was slightly A little bigger.

"Who is it?" Qi Gong's voice sounded, and then a middle-aged man came out of the room, looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, and said, "Who are you?"

"You are?" Qin Feng had never seen this person before, and he was stunned for a while. He knew that the teacher had no children, and he lived alone for decades, and there was no nanny or servant at home.

"It's Qin Feng? Quick, come in quickly..."

Just when the two were staring at each other, Qi Gong came out from the house with a piece of clothing on, pointed to the middle-aged man and said: "This is my nephew, who came to take care of me. He is old and there is no one around him." People can't..."

"You should have thought that way a long time ago..." Qin Feng laughed when he heard the words, and said, "Teacher, I brought you some New Year's goods, so don't let Brother Qi go out to buy them. In this cold day, don't you go out……"

Qin Feng could tell that compared to when he first met Qi Gong a few years ago, the teacher was much older, his figure was already hunched, and his hand on crutches trembled a little. He was clearly in his twilight years.

"Anyone who is a hero will be hard-pressed to defeat these ruthless years..." Qin Feng sighed slightly. Qi Gong has disciples all over the country, and he can be hailed as the number one master of contemporary Chinese studies, but he is already very old .

"Come to see me, come to see me, what do you want to buy?" Qi Gong tapped Qin Feng with his crutches, and said, "I can't even let go of the New Year's goods that your brothers and sisters gave you. You can take some away later..."

The old man was not familiar with smoking and drinking all his life, and he never accepted gifts. He asked the students not to bring anything when they came to the house, but it was not easy for the students to take things away during the Chinese New Year, so Qi Gong accepted the gifts from the students. , and often let them take a copy.
"Okay, teacher..." Qin Feng knew Qi Gong's temper, so he was not polite at the moment.

"Qin Feng, is this your girlfriend?" Qi Gong looked at Meng Yao and said happily, "Yes, she has beautiful eyebrows, she is a good girl, come on, let's all sit inside the room..."

Qi Gong was greatly favored by Master Qin Feng back then. The reason why he accepted Qin Feng as his apprentice was originally the idea of ​​repaying his kindness. With his own brand, Qin Feng will not suffer in the academic world.

But what Qi Gong didn't expect was that Qin Feng was very knowledgeable in antique appreciation and restoration, and his little things were emptied by Qin Feng within a year, which made Qi Gong very happy. I deeply feel that there are successors. After Qin Feng, I have not accepted any more students, but I regard Qin Feng as a closed disciple.

So seeing that Qin Feng got a girlfriend, the old man was very happy, touched his body, smiled wryly and said: "Come on, let's go into the room to talk, the teacher doesn't have anything, so I can only write a few words for you girl... ..."

"Hello, teacher..." Meng Yao bowed obediently to the old man, and said, "Teacher, your writing is much more valuable than ordinary gifts..."

"It's worthless, if you write too much, it's worthless..."

Qi Gong laughed at himself. He has a good temper and never thinks his writing is worth much. As long as someone asks for it, the old man will generally not refuse to write an inscription. It was all forced down by others.

Although Mr. Qi has a high status in the academic world, but because there are too many of his works on the market, the price of the words is not very high. Generally speaking, a banner is about [-] to [-] yuan, which is not as good as his reputation. far away.

"Mr. Qi, my grandfather likes your handwriting very much. He said that your handwriting has a style that many people can't learn..." Meng Yao said while helping Qi Gong into the room.

"Oh, who is Ling Zu?" Qi Gong asked casually.

"It's Meng..." Meng Yao said grandpa's name, and said with a smile, "Grandpa also likes to write, and often copies your calligraphy..."

"So it's the granddaughter of an old friend..."

Hearing the name of Grandpa Meng Yao, Qi Gong couldn't help laughing, and said: "Your grandpa's handwriting is very good, the most rare thing is that he used to be so busy every day and took time out to practice handwriting. The best written…”

Qi Gong is a very interesting person. In his eyes, what is good is good, and what is not is not. Calligraphy can be regarded as entering the room.

"Grandpa will be very happy to hear you praise him..." Meng Yao was also very happy to hear Qi Gong, a master of traditional Chinese studies, praise her grandfather.

"I haven't seen him for a long time. Is your grandfather in good health? He seems to be two years older than me, right?" After entering the room, Qi Gong asked Qin Feng and Meng Yao to sit down. His room was very messy, almost full of All kinds of books, you can touch a book almost anywhere you put your hand.

"Grandpa is in good health..." Meng Yao said.

"I'm getting old, and there will be fewer opportunities to meet in the future..."

Qi Gong sighed. In the past, at some calligraphy association meetings in the capital, he could occasionally see Mr. Meng, but in recent years, Mr. Meng lived reclusively, and the two hadn't seen each other for several years.

"Teacher, I'll see you in a few days..." Qin Feng smiled and said, "I'm going to get engaged to Yaoyao on the 29th of Chinese New Year. Have you met?"

"Okay, getting engaged during the Chinese New Year, this is the happiest..."

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Qi Gong was very happy, and said: "I will write a letter for you, and I must write a letter. The teacher has nothing to give, so I can only give you a letter. On the day of your engagement , the teacher will bring you there..."

Writing requires mood and artistic conception. It is not possible to write a good picture by spreading out the paper and holding the brush. Qi Gong's eyes are not very good, and he can't see clearly at night, so he didn't write to Qin Feng on the spot, but I want to wait until the day to write a few more pictures and then choose the good ones to give to Qin Feng.

"Teacher, I came here to ask for words..." Qin Feng was not polite. He guessed that when he got engaged, Mr. Meng would also send a letter. Like the teacher in front of him, that one had some Good wine, but no savings.

"Okay, I'll write tomorrow..." Qi Gong nodded and sighed: "This body is getting worse every day, and I can't even read clearly at night..."

"Teacher, I brought you two gifts this time..."

Qin Feng reached out his hand and took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket, and said: "Here is a kind of medicine that I prepared myself. The prescription is passed down from my master. It can relieve the aging of the human body. Take one and see how it works?"

The prescription of Tianwang Huxin Pill refined by Qin Feng was copied by Qin Dongyuan from an ancient Taoist book, but Qi Gong couldn't explain this matter, so Qin Feng simply used the name of his master.

"Huh? Is it the prescription of my clan uncle? You also learned medical skills from him?"

Qi Gong was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but he didn't suspect anything. When Qin Feng's master Zai was injured and lived with him, he prescribed the medicine himself and asked him to take the medicine, so he knew that Zai was proficient in medicine, but he didn't expect Qin Feng Actually learned it.

"Well, Master has a lot of knowledge, I don't have much to learn..." Qin Feng was modest, poured out one-tenth of the pill from the porcelain bottle, and said: "Teacher, you can eat it now, use it Swallow with lukewarm water..."

The medicine refined by Qin Feng and Qin Dongyuan has a very gentle effect, even an eighty-year-old man like Qi Gong can take it without any problems. The old man Meng is the best example.

It's just that for Meng Lao and the others, this medicine can only strengthen their body cells and make their body functions younger when they take it for the first time, but if they take it for the second time, it will have no effect , after all, this is just medicine and not some kind of elixir, it cannot make people live forever.

"Okay, your master's prescription, the teacher believes..."

Qi Gong took the glass of warm water that Meng Yao handed over, raised his head and took the medicine. After eating, he said with a smile, "Teachers generally don't believe in medicine. Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural. The King of Hades told you to go. You can't take it." Wouldn't it be too disrespectful to Lao Tzu Hades if you procrastinate?"

"Teacher, it's because you are open-minded. There are many people in this world who don't want to die..." Meng Yao laughed at Qi Gong's words. She felt that the old man was very funny and very interesting.

"If you don't want to die, you can't escape..." Qi Gong smiled and said, "I've lived to be 83 years old. I guess I can reach 85. When the time comes, you can just bury me in Babao Mountain. It says so on the stele , this old man's handwriting is not bad..."

"Master, you'll be fine even if you live to be a hundred years old..." Qin Feng couldn't help but be polite, and interrupted the teacher quickly, saying that it might be exaggerated to say that one hundred years old, but after taking this elixir, how can he be successful? Gong can also live to be more than 90 years old.

"Longevity is a good thing, how many people can live to it?"

Qi Gong smiled and waved his hands, and said: "It's okay, I don't shy away from this, and you don't have to be superstitious. There are two things that you can't control in your life. One is where you were born and what status you were born with." , and the other thing is when you die..."

Qi Gong is really open-minded. He was born in the royal family, but he never enjoyed the treatment of the royal family for a day. Instead, he has achieved his current achievements step by step through his own efforts. He has witnessed many historical moments in his life. I will look down on life and death.

"Huh? Why is your body a little hot? Is it the effect of your medicine?" When Qi Gong was talking, he suddenly said "Huh". He felt a little hot in his body, but it was very comfortable, and the heat seemed to give him He gained some strength.

"Teacher, it should be, it's okay, it will be fine in a while..."

Different from ordinary people taking medicine, for people of Qi Gong's age and physical function, almost all the medicinal properties in the elixir are used to improve their cell tissue. This process is not obvious, and it is not as rigid as Ren Duxing. As soon as you take it, you will notice the changes in your body. .

"No, why do my eyes feel blurred..." After the heat radiated to his face, Qi Gong suddenly found that Qin Feng, who was sitting more than one meter away from him, suddenly became blurred.

"Damaged eyes? This... This shouldn't be."

Qin Feng was taken aback by the teacher's words. He is delivering medicine to the teacher today, so don't make any problems, otherwise Qin Feng is really hard to explain. You know, Qi Gong is a national treasure. ah.

"It's becoming more and more unclear..."

There was no panic on Qi Gong's face, and he waved his hands and said, "Qin Feng, it's okay. My eyes are not good. If I can't see it, I can't see it. One of your brothers sent me an audiobook. At that time, it will be enough to use the listening book..."

"Don't tell me, teacher, you're fine, I'm fine..." Qin Feng really panicked, grabbed Qi Gong's wrist, and said, "I'll take your pulse and see what's going on?"

"It's okay, this... this shouldn't be..." Qin Feng gave Qi Gong his pulse for a while, and then said with a puzzled face: "Teacher, your body functions well, why do you see things blurry?"

"Well, Teacher Qi, Qin Feng, I...I want to say something..." Meng Yao interrupted when Qin Feng and Qi Gong were talking.

"What's the matter, Yaoyao?" Qin Feng turned his head to look at Meng Yao.

"Qin Feng, it's... is it because the teacher didn't take off his reading glasses?"

Meng Yao has a deep understanding of the magic of Qin Feng's elixir. She was not in good health due to heart problems before, and she would feel her heart beating violently when she walked a few steps, but now even if she walks a few kilometers, Meng Yao will not I feel tired, and there is no problem with my body.

"Reading glasses? Yes, reading glasses..."

After hearing Meng Yao's words, Qin Feng slapped his head, without the teacher's consent, he took off the reading glasses on Qi Gong's face, and said: "Teacher, look again, things are still blurry now. ?"

"Huh? I... My eyes are not blurry?"

Qi Gong glanced around in a daze, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He had worn these reading glasses for almost 20 years, and basically never took them off except for sleeping, because as soon as he took them off, Qi Gong Gong can't see things clearly.

But now Qi Gong can clearly see Qin Feng's face, even at a distance of more than one meter, he can clearly see the name of the book next to Qin Feng. This kind of thing has happened to Qi Gong dozens of times. Years have not been able to experience.

"Teacher, congratulations..." Seeing the expression on Qi Gong's face, Qin Feng couldn't help being happy. He really didn't expect that the medicinal properties would actually affect the teacher's eyes and cured his presbyopia.

"Qin...Qin Feng, you...your medicine is too miraculous, isn't it?"

Qi Gong stood up and looked left and right. Even with reading glasses on, he hadn't seen the world so clearly for a long time. For a while, the old man didn't even dare to blink his eyes, for fear that he would lose sight of the world after blinking. Can't see it either.

"The medicinal materials used in this pill are really precious, and only a few of them have been refined..." Qin Feng said with a smile: "The main reason is that the recipe left by Master is better. Without the prescription, I can't refine this medicine." , Teacher, we still received the favor of Master and his old man..."

"Your master, that is really a strange person..."

Hearing that Qin Feng moved out, Qi Gong couldn't help sighing: "When I was young, I was greatly favored by his old man. I didn't expect that this half of my body was about to be buried, and I could still get benefits from his old man... ..."

"Teacher, let's not talk about this, I still have a gift for you..." Qin Feng changed the topic, and took out an antique scroll from his hand.

"Huh? Is it writing or painting?" Qi Gong's eyes are very clear now, when he saw the shaft and paper of the scroll, his face suddenly changed, "This object is old, Qin Feng, this Whose work is it?"

"Teacher, please take a look first..." Qin Feng smiled without answering, walked to the desk where Qi Gong practiced calligraphy, and spread the calligraphy on one side.

"Huh? "Preface to the Collection of Lanting Pavilion"?" Qi Gong has spent his entire life eroding in calligraphy, and he has copied many versions of "Preface to the Collection of Lanting Pavilion" without knowing how many times. Qin Feng only opened it a few fingers wide, and he saw it out.

"Qin...Qin Feng, which version is this?"

Qi Gong's voice was a little trembling. He was very indifferent to things outside of him, but he only loved calligraphy and painting all his life. For those precious calligraphy and painting relics that were lost abroad in the early years, the old man was heartbroken and wished to buy them all back.

"Teacher, I want to say that it is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, do you believe it?"

Qin Feng said with a smile, he is qualified to say this, because in terms of artistic attainment, although Qin Feng's calligraphy is copied from Wang Xizhi, it is better than blue in terms of artistic conception. Wang Xizhi.

"Authentic?"

Qi Gong not only trembled his voice, but even his hands trembled. Are you kidding me? Wang Xizhi’s Preface to the Lanting Collection has been missing since Li Shimin’s Tang Dynasty. All that have been handed down for thousands of years are copies. Have you ever seen the real thing?
Not caring about talking to Qin Feng, Qi Gong walked to the desk in person, opened the scroll bit by bit, and took a magnifying glass at the same time, carefully observed from the first word, his eyes almost stuck to the paper up.

The old man watched it for more than an hour. Fortunately, Qin Feng had just given him the elixir. I am afraid that Qi Gong's body would never be able to support this kind of intense appreciation. It was already full of sweat.

"Qin Feng, you... where did you get this picture?"

Qi Gong didn't even bother to wipe off his sweat, so he looked at Qin Feng with a serious face, and said, "Although this piece of writing is not written by Wang Xizhi himself, in terms of artistic achievement, it is better than that piece of "Lanting Collection Preface". It's too late, this... this is a priceless treasure..."

"Huh? Teacher, you...how did you find out that it wasn't written by Wang Xizhi?"

After hearing Qi Gong's words, Qin Feng couldn't help being surprised. He asked himself that he might not be able to write such a peak work even if he was the current self. With the paper and paper, it would definitely be possible to confuse the real ones. Why did Qi Gong How can you tell it's a fake?

"If you look at the handwriting or the writing itself, I'd say it's real."

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Qi Gong smiled wryly and said: "But I have a feeling that this calligraphy is not written by Wang Xizhi himself. I saw a lot of authentic works in my early years. Later, when I appraise calligraphy and paintings, sometimes I have a feeling that This feeling never goes wrong..."

"Huh? Is the teacher also a person with supernatural powers?" After hearing Qi Gong's words, Qin Feng was stunned for a moment. He was not very familiar with supernatural beings, but he didn't understand whether the ability to distinguish calligraphy and painting was supernatural. able one.

"Qin Feng, although this calligraphy was not written by Wang Xizhi himself, and I don't know who wrote it, it can definitely be called a national treasure. It is too precious, and I cannot accept this gift from you..." Qi Gong's eyes were a little bit Glancing at the scroll reluctantly, he rolled it up again with his own hands.

"Teacher, you are too flattering me..."

Seeing Qi Gong's careful look, Qin Feng touched his nose and said: "Teacher, I wrote this calligraphy, and then I found someone to make it old. I thought you couldn't tell it was a fake, but I didn't expect it to be written by you." I can see..."

What Qin Feng didn't say is that the authenticity of this painting is also in his hands, but it involves too much, and Qin Feng will not take it out anyway. Maybe it can be better preserved by putting it in another space. go down.

"What? You...you wrote it?" Qi Gong turned around suddenly, fixed his eyes on Qin Feng, and said, "You really wrote it? Your calligraphy has reached this level?"

Although Qi Gong could tell that the calligraphy was not Wang Xizhi's, he could also see how profound the calligraphy skills of the person who wrote the calligraphy were. God, even if compared to Wang Xizhi's authentic painting, I'm afraid it's not far behind.

"Teacher, I copied a piece of "Preface to Lanting Collection" for six days and six nights before I wrote this one."

Qin Feng smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Teacher, if you ask me to write such a picture again, I'm afraid I won't be able to write it. This is the pinnacle of my life, right?"

During that period of time, Qin Feng seemed to be possessed by a demon, desperately trying to copy the original work of "Lanting Collection Preface". This is the most satisfying work he wrote, but none of the works he wrote after this could compare The words in front of the above.

"Qin Feng, I'll grind it for you, and you can write another one..." The old man is very rigorous in his studies, he never believed that Qin Feng could write such a work just by copying, so he walked to the bookcase , took out an inkstone and a roll of rice paper.

"Okay, then I'll write another one..."

Seeing this posture, Qin Feng couldn't do without writing, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the desk. Originally, Qin Feng wanted to grind it himself, but was blocked by the old man. He really grinded it for Qin Feng himself.

"The Preface to the Lanting Collection" has been copied by Qin Feng at least tens of thousands of times, and he is so familiar that he cannot be more familiar. After picking up the brush and dipping it in the ink, Qin Feng kept moving his wrists, and he wrote a piece of characters almost in one go. There is no pause.

"Good... good words!"

Before the ink was dry, Qi Gong bent down and watched it. He was full of praise. Is it because of his kung fu? Let alone other things, the person who can write the preface of the Lanting collection in such a breath in China, I am afraid. There is no second one yet.

Moreover, in Qin Feng's handwriting, even the broken pen is very similar to the posts circulating in China. If he hadn't seen Qin Feng writing with his own eyes, and the ink on the rice paper hadn't dried up, I'm afraid the old man would have thought it was an ancient person. Copy it out.

"Qin Feng, I believe it, you really wrote that picture!"

After looking at it for a long time, Qi Gong raised his head, his eyes were full of admiration, he laughed loudly and said, "It's my luck to be like this, old man, Qin Feng, I will be proud of you in the future..."

In a few minutes, Qin Feng was able to write a work no less than Shenlong's "Lanting Collection Preface". Qi Gong didn't know that his disciple had far surpassed himself in calligraphy. up.

Although it is said that he is a master who taught apprentices to starve to death, Qi Gong is open-minded. He has disciples all over the world, but none of them can surpass him in artistic achievement. Now that he meets Qin Feng in old age, Qi Gong is only happy, not Any selfish distractions.

"Teacher, please don't say that..." Qin Feng waved his hands again and again and said, "I practice calligraphy to cultivate my sentiments. This calligraphy is a gift for the teacher. You can just keep it. Don't donate it. I went..."

Qin Feng knew that Qi Gong was originally a collector and had a lot of treasures in his hands, but in the end he donated them to the country. Now let's not say that he is poor, but there are really few valuable objects.

"No, I will copy this calligraphy from time to time, and donate it after I die..." Qi Gong's words made Qin Feng smile wryly, and at the end of the story, the old man was still going to donate the calligraphy.
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