The Immortal Cultivator Returns to the City

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Bing Qingshan doesn't like anything else, but he is very interested in calligraphy and painting. For this reason, he opened a collection room at home, and put a lot of collected calligraphy and painting. He likes to study when he has nothing to do. It's a little famous.

When Chen Peng took out Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, Bing Qingshan was very excited.

Among all the calligraphy and paintings, Bing Qingshan's favorite is Zheng Banqiao's ancient paintings of bamboo.

"Uncle, I got this by accident, and I don't know if it's true or not. I want my uncle to take a look at it for me!" Chen Peng said seriously.

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

Bing Qingshan is now focused on Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, carefully took the calligraphy and painting, and walked to the study next door.

Chen Peng and Ye Xuan are behind.

"Boy, Qingya is my woman, you'd better get out of here obediently!" Waiting until Bing Qingshan didn't pay attention to the back, Chen Peng said to Ye Xuan with fierce eyes.

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

Chen Peng was almost so angry that he almost yelled, "Your sister, I have to have confidence. I have already won Bing Qingya, why bother to pretend to be fierce with you!"

"You'd better be smart, you're just a little dick, you're not worthy of Qingya, do you have money? No money, do you have a car? No car. You don't have anything, why are you chasing Qingya!" Chen Peng Finally regaining some face, he walked into the study unhurriedly.

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In the study.

The painting by Zheng Banqiao has been opened.

It is Zheng Banqiao's best bamboo painting, which is quite unique and antique. You can tell at a glance that it is Zheng Banqiao's style, which cannot be imitated by ordinary people.

Bing Qingshan held a magnifying glass, looked very carefully, and at the same time was very excited, as if lying in front of him was an unobstructed woman.

"This is really Zheng Banqiao's style, look here, and here!"

Bing Qingshan looked very carefully, pointing to one of the places from time to time and said.

Chen Peng took the opportunity to flatter him, "Uncle is really amazing. I know so much about Zheng Banqiao's paintings. When I bought them, I couldn't see so many ways!"

Bing Qingshan continued to watch, "You guys, the younger generation, are all impetuous. If you have free time, you really want to learn more about the things left by the old antiques, instead of indulging in the world of flowers and flowers all day long. You should study hard. , 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, if not, I will come to my uncle to learn from him!"

Bing Qingshan became more and more satisfied with Chen Peng, especially this bamboo painting by Zheng Banqiao, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Yes!" Bing Qingshan nodded, "I still have some experience in this regard!"

"Then thank you Uncle!" Chen Peng said, "Since Uncle likes this painting of Zheng Banqiao, it's useless to keep it in my hands anyway, why not give it to Uncle, just treat it as a little favor from me! "

Bing Qingshan put down the magnifying glass and shook his head, "It's too precious. No, really no, I'll be happy if you come here often in the future!"

Chen Peng said seriously, "Uncle, I also bought this painting for thousands of dollars. I don't know if it's true, but it was confirmed by my uncle. If my uncle is upset, just give me a few thousand dollars." Already!"

Although Zheng Banqiao's bamboo painting is not very famous, if it really can't be sold, hundreds of thousands are still easy.

"No, no!" Bing Qingshan shook his head even though his heart was moved. The value of this painting is too high, and he is very satisfied if he can appreciate it. After all, Zheng Banqiao's paintings are very rare, and there is only one painting.

At this time, Ye Xuan said with a smile, "Uncle, it's really easy for you to want a painting by Zheng Banqiao!"

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

It must be hit hard again.

"Speaking of a pair, are you Zheng Banqiao? Who doesn't know that Zheng Banqiao's paintings are very expensive, most of them are collected by others, and they are rarely left outside. I finally came across a pair. It's good luck!" Chen Peng said like a pedestrian.

Bing Qingshan also 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 gets it in a proper way. Uncle likes Zheng Banqiao's bamboo paintings very much. For example, the one in front of me is too expensive in itself. It’s not in line with Uncle’s wishes, but I have a way to ensure that Uncle can have a copy of Zheng Banqiao’s painting that is exactly the same. If the younger generation is not talented, it happens to be like this. If Uncle doesn’t mind, I am willing to make a copy for Uncle!”

"Ah, you know how to copy!" Bing Qingshan was a little moved. If he could copy a pair that was exactly the same, the value would be low, but no matter how you look at it, Ye Xuan seems to be too young, and he wants to copy a pair of Zheng Banqiao. The painting seems not 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 skill can he have, don't pretend here!"

Ye Xuan said unhurriedly, "Uncle, if you can't say a word clearly, it's better to copy it, since there is nothing to lose anyway, don't you think so?"

"That's right, let's try it!" Bing Qingshan didn't quite believe Ye Xuan, at least it was brought back by his daughter, so he had to give him a chance.

Chen Peng snorted coldly, not believing Ye Xuan could do it.

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

Ye Xuan doesn't know much about painting, but it's very simple to copy it. The strength and technique on it can be seen clearly, and it's hard to know.

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

Bing Qingshan frowned, he knew Ye Xuan's way of holding the pen was wrong, and he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"Hey, I can't even grasp the brush, and I still want to draw bamboo!" Chen Peng also understood a little bit, and shook his head, feeling happier. As long as the bastard Ye Xuan behaves worse, the impression in Qing Ya's father will be worse. It's time to leave obediently.

"Huh!"

But when the first stroke was made, Bing Qingshan couldn't help exclaiming, "It's so similar, this stroke~~~"

On the white rice paper, there are only a few strokes.

But from Bing Qingshan's point of view, that stroke was almost exactly the same as Zheng Banqiao's bamboo painting in a certain place, but it shocked him a lot.

As the number of writings increased, Bing Qingshan's face changed from shock at the beginning to being moved, and now, a pair of eyes are fixed on the rice paper.

"It's too similar, no, it's exactly the same!"

Bing Qingshan couldn't believe it, Ye Xuan was so young, his copying ability reached such a level, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he would almost believe it was true.

Chen Peng was also dumbfounded.

"This is also~~~ OK!"