Chapter 201

The master of Qi xuanren devoted his whole life to painting and calligraphy, especially to copying the works of Tang Yin.

At the invitation of Min Rou, the old man suddenly glowed and said with a smile, "where is the painting? Otherwise, Tang Yin's calligraphy and painting can still be distinguished! "

They moved to their desks. Qi xuanren took out a pair of presbyopic glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. He carefully examined them.

Qi xuanren bent down and examined it carefully inch by inch. He said it was amazing.

"Moderate intensity of ink, good!"

"Smooth lines, elegant and unrestrained, good!"

"The whole is atmospheric and the parts are detailed, wonderful!"

"Although there is no painting style, the flowers are automatic, strange!"

"Butterfly plays with flowers. It makes people feel like they are in the scene. It's great!"

Qi xuanren straightened up, took off his reading glasses and said in shock, "it's rare to see him in a hundred years! It's really the best work of the master! "

Han Shiyue asked, "Qi Lao, have you not said whether this painting is Tang Yin's real work?"

Qi xuanren glared at Han Shiyue and said discontentedly, "you, you, what I said is so obvious. Don't you understand? This must be the real work of Tang Yin! "

Han Shiyue was stunned. "But min Rou said before. The ink on this painting is not dry. It seems that it was just painted?"

Qi xuanren waved and said casually, "so what? I'm not engaged in scientific research! I'm sure! This is the real work of Tang Yin! "

Han Xue said happily, "Oh! Excellent! Dad, are you speechless now

Han Shiyue, with a black face, just like swallowing a fly, sits on the sofa and doesn't talk.

Minrou seems to think of something. On the coffee table, she unties another gift box.

A fine brush was lying in the gift box, and then min Rou took it in his hand and put it in front of Qi xuanren.

"Teacher, how are you appreciating this pen?"

Qi xuanren holds a pen and looks closely at it.

"Well, on the whole, it's beautifully made."

"The pen is straight and delicate. It's the first-class red sandalwood."

"The brush is soft and tenacious. It's the hair on the head of the wild white wolf?"

"Good! What a pen! "

Qi xuanren fondly touched the pen in his hand, and his face was surprised for a moment.

"Eh? It seems that there is still seal writing on it? "

Qi xuanren anxiously put on the presbyopic glasses, then took out a magnifying glass, put the pen stick of the brush under the magnifying glass, and watched carefully.

At last, Qi xuanren can see the small characters carved on the brush.

"Taohua temple in Taohuawu, taohuaxian under Taohua temple... No tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers, no wine, hoe the fields!"

"Here, here!"

When Qi xuanren finished reading the Taohua nunnery song carved on it, he was shocked and couldn't speak.

Minrou quickly patted the back of Qi xuanren and asked, "teacher, what's so strange about this? Isn't it a Taohua Temple song of Tang Yin? "

For a long time, Qi xuanren finally breathed, carefully put down his brush, and said in surprise, "a Tang Yin poem is nothing."

After swallowing and spitting, Qi xuanren was still immersed in the shock just now. "But do you know what a poem written by Tang Yin himself means?"

"Tang Yin personally seal cutting?"

Minrou repeated in a low voice, then seemed to think of something. Her face changed greatly and she said in shock, "teacher, do you mean that?"

"Yes!" Qi xuanren nodded definitely, "that's what you think!"

Han Shiyue also understood at the moment, and said incredibly, "how can this be possible! How could it have been handed down for thousands of years and still survived? "

Han Xue looked around, not sure, so she took Qi xuanren's arm and said, "Grandpa Qi, what are you talking about? How can I not understand?"

Ye Yu sat aside, chuckled and explained to Han Xue, "Xiao Xue, Qiao Lao means that this Langhao pen is the one Tang Yin used!"