Capítulo 59: Hang the Two Works
"Master, I have almost copied your words. But I always feel that something is missing."
A boy with a brush in his hand was practicing calligraphy on a wooden board. A young man in a white gown stood beside him with indifferent eyes. After writing a line, the boy frowned slightly and shook his head slightly, always feeling dissatisfied.
"Continue to practice." The young man replied.
"Master, look, it's almost done." A middle-aged man, holding calligraphy and painting, handed it to a teenager respectfully, his voice trembling slightly.
"Not enough." The teenager shook his head, his voice was indifferent.
"Master, it should be done this time." A gray-haired old man, holding a writing brush, calligraphy and painting in his hand, his eyes revealed a wise look.
"Not bad." The teenager took the calligraphy and painting, glanced slightly, and nodded gently.
After listening, the old man was overjoyed and danced like a child. After decades of hard work, he was finally recognized by his master.
But when the old man was extremely happy, the young man said, "In the future, there's only Wang Xizhi… the calligraphy and painting are all created by you alone, understand?"
"Master, that's impossible… this is a big act of rebellion." The old man gave a grimace look, then knelt down with a thump.
The young man's voice was calm, "Years are passing, but I am the only one who survives. There are traces that I don't want to erase, so every reincarnation, I will find someone to ghostwrite… You are one of them."
Hearing this, the old man trembled. Although he did not fully understand, he knew that the decision made by his master would not be changed. After a long time, he sighed inwardly and said in his mouth, "Master! I understand…"
After that day, the young man left without saying goodbye as he went away floating around the world.
While Wang Xizhi kept a certain degree of selfishness when forging everything, and spent his entire life digging out secret rooms in his courtyard. Although he replaced Ye Bei's calligraphy and paintings, there were also many works that he did not stamp his own seal while he secretly hid a lot of Ye Bei's authentic works.
Time flies and a thousand years had passed.
Ye Bei already knew about this matter, but he had no time to deal with it. When he was living in Kunlun Mountain, he deliberately took notes.
Eighty years ago, he came once. The time had already passed for a thousand years, those calligraphies and paintings were not stamped. He felt that it would be a pity to destroy them, so he left them.
Eighty years later, he revisited his old place.
In the gallery, Ye Bei stood quietly.
After a long moment, his thoughts returned from a thousand years ago. He turned around and put away the scroll paintings of the old man he had brought, he made a direct decision, "Those calligraphies and paintings are already Xizhi's works, without my name. Many of the previous works have also been divided by later generations. Since the years are long, since letting them stay, it is also a kind of fate, so let's just simply let them appear."
…
The next day.
The sky was just bright, Wang Gu rushed out of the room in a hurry. He was still holding the calligraphy and painting in his hand, he moved very carefully as to avoid damaging them.
The clothes on his body were still from yesterday, his eyes were still wearing the reading glasses from yesterday too.
However, at this moment, his complexion was ruddy and luminous as if he stepped on a gem, but the corner of his eyes was dark and his pupils were bloodshot, indicating that he had not rested well last night.
Creak!
He opened the back door of the gallery.
This time, when Wang Gu saw the back of Ye Bei, he was no longer as rude as yesterday.
But his heart could not stop beating wildly.
"Sir, is this calligraphy and painting really done by you yesterday?" His tone was very serious.
"Yes." Ye Bei gave a light reply.
"It's incredible, really incredible. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined such a thing. I can guarantee that if this calligraphy and painting were to hang outside, it would cause a huge shock." With a positive answer from Ye Bei, Wang Gu was particularly happy, like a child.
Afterward, he found a frame in the gallery. His expression changed from joyful to serious as his eyes were concentrated on decoration, his hand was skillful, but he was completely unaware that the person who painted it was far more precious than the calligraphy and painting.
After half an hour.
The calligraphy and the painting were decorated.
Wang Gu excitedly opened the door of the gallery.
The calligraphy of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" and the painting of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" were placed at the door together.
On this day, he did not take a brush and paint as he did in the past. Instead, he set up a small bamboo chair and sat next to the calligraphy and painting, staring at the passerby, hoping that those who knew the goods would appreciate and appraise it together.
At the same time, the light from the corner of his eye swept over the two works from time to time, for fear those two precious things would disappear out of thin air from the spot.
It was early; a bright orange sun rose from to the sky.
The sunlight spilled on the streets of the Ancient Town and on the glazed tiles, reflecting the quiet and the peaceful scenery.
After being developed, the Ancient Town had completely become a tourist town. Even in the early morning, there was never a shortage of tourists.
On the street, people came and went, countless men and women, laughing and giggling.
But at the gallery's entrance, after putting out the two calligraphy and painting, the result was not as Wang Gu expected.
As time flies, the first person to stop was a young lady wearing a floral dress.
When she stopped in front of the calligraphy and painting and looked at it carefully, Wang Gu's complexion rested, thinking that she was an expert and was about to explain. But he was dumbfounded when the girl took out her phone, and after taking two pictures, she left immediately.
The second person to stop was a middle-aged uncle, with his hands behind his back and wise eyes.
Walking to the calligraphy and painting, bending over and inspecting.
Wang Gu's throat surged, he thought that this person should be someone who knew the goods, and he wanted to speak.
The middle-aged uncle suddenly stood up straight, shook his head slightly, turned, and walked, ten steps later, a puzzled voice came, "This gallery has changed its writing. They are too idle, with that level of writing, they wanted to sell it for money? Tsk, it's not even as good as mine…"
When Wang Gu heard this, the muscles on his face twitched, and his heart was very angry.
The third person to stop was an old man. He looked kind and smiling, but with a few teeth missing from this mouth, it looked a little strange and funny.
He walked to the calligraphy and painting, squatted down looked at it carefully.
"Sir, the origin of this calligraphy is not simple…" Wang Gu said when he saw this, he thought it was an opportunity.
"Young fellow, this old man is illiterate, so how do I know what is written on it? I just think that the words on here are twisted and awkward, looking strange too. You have very little business in this shop, I advise you to take these two things in, otherwise, your business will really decline." After listening, the old man stood up, he smiled like a scholar as he almost made Wang Gu vomit blood.
This lasted for three hours, there were still no people who could recognize the two works.
With this changing of the world, most travelers only pursued fashion, and no one knew calligraphy and painting, which was actually normal.
Just when Wang Gu was disappointed and was about to take back the calligraphy and painting, three people walked out from the antique shop which was on the opposite side.
Their faces were cold and full of vigor; they came straight to Wang Gu.
Upon seeing the three, Wang Gu was shocked and quickly guarded the two babies behind him.
The old man walking in the forefront wanted to speak, but when he walked to the calligraphy and painting, after a short glance, his body suddenly stopped and his pupils began to enlarge. The turbulent momentum on his body disappeared instantly and replaced by a wave of amazed and shocked.
…
In the gallery, Ye Bei sat quietly at a table, watching the endless stream of the passerby, and he naturally saw this scene.
Just in his eyes, there were no joys and no worries, extremely calm and detached as if the calligraphy and painting had nothing to do with him.
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Capítulo 60: Offer a Price
Wang Gu's complexion changed drastically when he saw the three people. After covering the calligraphy and the painting, he snarled, "I have said many times that I will not sell my shop. And just yesterday, my old man had personally given the shop away, it's useless for you to find me."
This was said but no answer was heard.
He glanced at the three people and found that Wu Sanri who was standing at the forefront, had his body trembling slightly.
As for the two young people behind, namely Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng, their eyes were even brighter.
"Old man Wang, where did your calligraphy and painting come from? They look really good…" Wu Sanri was also unambiguous, and after meeting Wang Gu's eyes, he spoke immediately.
Wang Gu was very vigilant like a young lady being hit on, "You don't need to know this."
"Ahem!" Wu Sanri coughed twice, "Old man Wang, I sell antiques, all of the antiques such as calligraphies and paintings have been studied by me very deeply, I'm not inferior to those experts. In my opinion, these two works are very similar to Wang Xizhi's works. Could it be that you have imitated his work? Then it's all fake…"
"Yes, is it really Wang Xizhi's work?" Zhang Qitian hurriedly interjected.
"The old man Wang is really awesome; your strength is incomparable." Pan Shengcheng also began to praise.
However, when they said this, their hearts were completely different.
It must be known they came to the Ancient Town this time for Wang Xizhi's tomb. During this time, they had made enough preparations, and they had done deep research on Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.
The calligraphy and painting that Wang Gu placed at the door were too similar to those of Wang Xizhi. This kind of small gallery had such calligraphy and painting, which was too unusual.
When the three of them spoke, they were all horrified, 'Could it be that Wang Xizhi's tomb has been dug up, so these were dug out?'
"The real thing is indeed the real thing, and if I have that kind of copying skill, how can I still paint?!" Although the three of them were unkind, they were literate people. After hearing their appreciation, Wang Gu said proudly.
Wu Sanri frowned, a little puzzled, and tried again, "Old man Wang, what are you hiding... Is it possible that you are still afraid that we will steal your things? How about this, our shop sells antiques, you can sell this calligraphy and painting to me, the price is easy to say."
Wang Gu was full of disdain. What he wanted was a sense of identity, not money, and he immediately sneered, "No matter how much money you pay... this is the most precious collection of our store! It was handed down by my ancestors... Let me tell you, don't mess around, you won't be able to pay for it if it is damaged."
Ancestor? Passed down? Wang Xizhi?
After listening to Wang Gu, Wu Sanri was overjoyed.
The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Wang Gu's simple words revealed too much information.
First of all, he let Wu Sanri confirm that there was an ancient tomb in his courtyard, and it had not been discovered. The most important thing was that there was no need to deal with these two old men, they already gifted this gallery to another person.
"Old man Wang, it's okay if you don't sell it. Since it's not authentic, it must not be worth a lot of money. Then, tell me who is this gallery for? Is it okay for me to ask him to buy the gallery from him?" Wu Sanri sharpened his fists.
"Here..." After listening to Wu Sanri, Wang Gu thought that there would be one less trouble. He tilted his head and pointed at Ye Bei who was sitting at the table inside the gallery.
Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng all looked at the gallery together.
When they saw a teenager in a white gown sitting at the table, they all frowned.
"Old man Wang, are you kidding? This shop is given away to him? How much did he spend?" Wu Sanri couldn't.
Just after Wu Sanri's words fell, Ye Bei's voice came out faintly, "The shop, it is indeed mine, and I also know the reason why you three came here."
Huh?
Wu Sanri's complexion changed suddenly.
Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng also trembled abruptly, secretly saying that it was not good, that things might have been revealed.
As for Wang Gu, his face revealed an inexplicable look.
"Who are you?" Wu Sanri's voice was a little uncomfortable, and he felt strange.
Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng who reacted also stared at Ye Bei as if they were demonstrating their momentum and threatening with their looks.
"Come in." Ye Bei looked indifferently, sitting at the table, he calmly said.
The three looked at each other and said in unison, "Go!"
Squeak...
When the three of them entered the gallery, the door closed automatically with a creak.
Wang Gu thought it was Wu Sanri who closed it, so he didn't care.
However, Wu Sanri thought it was closed by Wang Gu and he was even less aware of it.
In the gallery, the walls were full of beautiful paintings and other antiques which were full of artistic flavor.
But these three entered here didn't mean to appreciate it at all. Especially Wu Sanri, his expression became more and more gloomy, "Little brother, no matter what the hell you are doing, I just want to know how much you spent to get this shop. Right, I'll double it... Our antique shop needs to expand, so this is the most suitable place."
"If you are wise, you should sell it." Zhang Qitian folded his arms on his chest.
Pan Shengcheng also threatened, "Yes, little brother, looking at your face, I am afraid that you are not from the Ancient Town. The water here is very deep, if you are not careful, you may be drowned, and no one will give you a helping hand…"
The voices of the three people resounded in the gallery, making the surrounding air a lot colder.
The atmosphere fell silent in an instant.
At this moment, Ye Bei's gaze did not rest on them at all, his gaze was wandering into the sky, lost in thought.
Although Ye Bei looked very young, he exuded an aura of extreme majesty. Seeing this, the three of them did not dare to bother for a while and could only stand in the gallery, looking at each other.
For a long time, Ye Bei returned to his senses and said softly, "You guys, what is your purpose?"
"20 million, I will buy this shop completely, and all the paintings in it!" Wu Sanri's body shook, and when Ye Bei finally spoke, he spoke quickly without daring to be vague at all.
"Not for sale!" Ye Bei shook his head, his eyes faint.
"25 million!" Wu Sanri increased the price.
On the side, Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng wanted to threaten, but when they looked at Ye Bei's calm appearance, they couldn't speak at all.
"Not for sale!" Ye Bei shook his head again, vomiting softly in his mouth.
"30 million!" Wu Sanri clenched his teeth. He was betting that there was a tomb under the gallery.
It's just at this moment, he didn't realize that money had no meaning for Ye Bei. Of course, there were not many things that interest Ye Bei in this world either.
The deceased in the reincarnation of red dust counted as one.
This place... the tomb under the gallery... was also considered one. After all, what was hidden in it was something from a thousand years ago. If the time as too long, if he could see the old thing again, it was also a kind of fate.
Seeing Ye Bei did not answer, Wu Sanri thought that Ye Bei had refused, and when he was about to increase the price, Ye Bei spoke quietly.
"The tomb can be given to you, but don't make too much noise!" This sentence was calm and extremely soft. It was a good thing that there were three people who came forward as free labor to open the cemetery.
But Wu Sanri, Zhang Qitian, and Pan Shengcheng thought that something was wrong. When they heard this, their eyes widened, and they were overjoyed with endless shock.
'Give us the things in the tomb? Could it be that this person already knows everything?'
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