5 Wuhu Guqin I changed my clothes, held the guqin with one arm, and picked up the sign with the other hand. I strode across the bamboo bridge and prepared to go back to the courtyard. I didn’t go back all night. I wonder if Guan Baoling and Xiaolai would be worried.
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"Hey, Mr. Feng, there is one more thing... Master Shenbi's diary has been under the care of his disciples. Can you please take the time to read it? If it has no actual value and you are not afraid of outsiders peeking, just put it back in the Scripture Collection Pavilion.
It's ready on the second floor." Monk Xiang made a grimace, pretending to have a splitting headache and a lot of worries.
I stopped and the elephant monk added another sentence: "The diary has more than twenty pages torn out, and the stubble is very new. It must have been torn off by a thief who entered the Sutra Pavilion at night. I am worried whether it is a sacred wall.
What secrets were recorded in the master's diary that made the thief jealous?"
"Have you read those diaries?" The notebook left by my elder brother Yang Tian gave me a lot of inspiration. I don't know what is in Master Shenbi's diary.
The elephant monk shook his head, and I continued to walk forward, casually telling him: "Go and take a closer look first. I will go to the Reincarnation Courtyard at dusk. If you find anything, please notify me in time."
The sudden coming and going of the flute made me wonder: "Could it be that the master Jianzhen who played the flute, like Tengjia, left his soul and music here?" When it comes to antique musical instruments, I know that in the Chinese world
, no one has a better insight into the past and present than Gu Zhijin. Many of his mysterious theories about music will give me deep insights.
On the way back to the courtyard, I carefully observed the red seal on the guqin again - "Five Lakes? There seems to be no name on the famous ancient Chinese guqin. Something that can be regarded as a treasure by the Japanese royal family must have a great origin."
The Japanese are obsessed with research. Especially when it comes to collections of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, they will definitely give an exact conclusion, and it will be signed and certified by ten authoritative appraisers from the five major local museums. The sound of wind-driven strings and flute harmonizes.
That sound made me vaguely feel that the origin of this guqin was by no means simple.
The door to the small courtyard was open, and Guan Baoling was standing in the courtyard with her arms folded. When she saw me coming in, her frown immediately relaxed: "Feng, where have you been? Did you come back at this time?"
The first thing I noticed was that there was another tooth mark under her neck, which was completely expected. This was not a nightmare, but a real event that inevitably happened every day.
"I went to the Sutra Pavilion and read a book all night." I lied with a smile. Although I had washed it carefully, the faint smell of blood on my body still made her frown: "Well, I just
I asked the monk to send me a full-length mirror. I haven't looked in the mirror for a few days, and suddenly I found some red and swollen things under my neck, which may be due to some abnormal allergies."
She touched the teeth marks under her neck, feeling worried.
The ignorant are fearless. Precisely because she didn't know what the Fang Demon was, she didn't think about it at all, thus saving me the trouble of explaining it.
"This is really terrible! The French cosmetics brand I used this season should be fine. Alas, what can I do?" She sighed dejectedly, unaware of the danger that had passed last night. No treatment.
She is wearing pink and white, and her long eyelashes are still straight and upturned, with a charming look.
She was very enthusiastic about the guqin and immediately reached out to take it. She only glanced at the sign we brought back together and didn't care.
"It's a really good piano, but this Fang Guyin is too unfamiliar?" She stroked the dark and shiny piano board and couldn't put it down.
Without the curse of the fang demon, her life should be full of sunshine. Unfortunately, just like what happened to the tycoon, she is also shrouded in the shadow of the curse. Every twenty-four hours passes, she will fall into the abyss of the fang chrysalis.
Take a step closer.
"This is Miss Toka's relic. An accident happened last night and she has passed away." I omitted all the fierce battles with ninjas and covered up all the blood with a smile.
Guan Baoling said "Ah" in surprise, "What a pity!" Her long eyelashes drooped, her expression gloomy.
These bloody battles in the rivers and lakes are really not suitable to be told to such a pure and clean girl. Compared with Su Lun, who is outstandingly talented and agile, Guan Baoling is just a delicate little swallow in the apricot blossoms of Jiangnan in March.
You cannot withstand the wind and rain. You need someone to take care of you and never leave you for even a minute.
"People will die, no matter who they are, right?" I said to her apologetically.
"I've seen her in the crystal coffin. It's such a pity that such a beautiful girl left like this." She flipped up her long hair, and her big black grape-like eyes gradually became wet.
At this moment, I almost couldn't help but blurt out the words "Who can be as beautiful as you" - a man after a fierce battle may be full of desire for tenderness and sweetness. Guan Baoling's understanding and never nagging questions, also
Makes me feel really relaxed.
She felt my rapid breathing, took a step back, stretched out her fingers and tapped the piano board twice, making two soft "ding ding" sounds with an aftertaste.
Tengjia is dead, and there seems to be no reason for me to stay in Fengge Temple any longer. The "oracle from heaven" mentioned by Guan Baoling will appear at some unknown time. I hope to take her away from this dangerous place first and return to Fuyuan together.
go.
After fighting fiercely all night, I was exhausted. I hoped to lie down and have a good sleep, forget all the unpleasant memories, and then reorganize my chaotic thoughts.
"Feng, do you know that 'half-immortal' little Gu from Hong Kong Island? He will definitely understand the origin of the guqin. If such a good thing is buried in an ancient temple on a barren mountain, there's no telling when it will be ruined by ignorant people.
Wouldn't it be a pity?" Guan Baoling stroked the strings gently, her love for the guqin beyond words.
Gu Zhijin's biggest hobby is talking about antiques and gods and ghosts, so people in the industry gave him the nickname "Half Immortal".
I took out the phone and dialed his number immediately. Before waiting for the other party to answer the call, I traced the two seal characters "五湖" on the table with my fingers. I felt that each stroke was elegant and lively, similar to the ancient seals I was familiar with.
The carving techniques are completely different and they don't belong to any one school or school at all.
The person who answered the phone was Gu Zhijin himself, who was still talking brightly and quickly, making people feel as if he was talking proudly and talking eloquently.
"I'm Gu Zhijin, who are you? May I ask your attention? If it's daily nonsense, please don't exceed three sentences or thirty seconds -" "The chat should not exceed thirty seconds" is the desk rule he set for himself. If
If you're talking about antiques, it doesn't matter whether it's three hours or three days, there's no time limit.
"I have a guqin, and I would like to trouble you to identify it." I deliberately used a calm tone.
"Ah? Feng? It's you? Guqin? What Guqin? Where are you?" A series of simple questions popped up like a barrage of questions, flying out of the receiver continuously. Of course, the most important question mark was the sentence "Guqin".
We have interacted many times. In addition to academic discussions and research, I also bought an ancient Nepali dagger from him, of course at the price of an "antique". Friendship is friendship, business is business, these two
He never gets confused, so in today's fierce competition in the antique industry, he can smoothly gain both fame and fortune and become a well-known figure in the Hong Kong circle.
"A Zhuyin Guqin——"
I said six words, and he started to gasp on the other end of the phone: "Oh? It's not a replica product from an underground factory in Asia, is it?" People who are in the antique business doubt everything is the key to success, and they will never do it.
They all believe in any so-called "top quality, treasure", and the word "fake" pops up most often from their mouths.
"There are 121 Zhuyin guqins registered in the world, with values ranging from 300,000 US dollars to 4 million US dollars. I have the information and ins and outs of all guqins, as well as their current owners. In addition, auctions in various countries
Within two weeks of the trip, there has not been any auction of ancient musical instruments or transfer of guqin - Feng, I know you have great powers, how can you still build a guqin out of thin air?"
Gu Zhijin talked non-stop. He first explained the background of Guqin clearly. This was also a way for him to save time when discussing business. He did not go around in circles and went straight to the topic.
"Xiao Gu, do you want to listen? If you want to listen, just shut up for now!" I was very tired, and my hands and feet began to get cold.
Gu Zhijin shut up obediently. He also knew that I was not someone who was looking for trouble. I would not call him all the way from Japan and talk nonsense.
"The red seal is carved with seal characters, two characters - Wuhu. The body of the piano is purple and black, and the texture of the strings cannot be seen, but it gives people the impression that the piano is very old and has experienced many vicissitudes of life." When I called,
Guan Baoling inadvertently flicked the strings of the piano, making four "ding-ding-dong-dong" sounds, from low to high, like a series of bubbles rising continuously on the river surface, scattered and very beautiful.
Gu Zhijin interrupted me again: "Feng, what was the sound just now?"
I know he can hear it clearly, because the sound produced by the guqin seems to have the power to penetrate all radio interference waves. It is clear, translucent and extremely pleasant to the ears at all times.
"Feng, was that the guqin you were talking about just now?" Gu Zhijin was anxious. I heard the rapid breathing in his throat, like a bulldog that had discovered its prey.
"Yes, that's it." I looked back at Guan Baoling. She was tilting her head and half-squinting her eyes, intoxicated by the sound of the piano.
Gu Zhijin was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Don't be kidding, it's just a worthless imitation. If someone is willing to deliver it to my door, maybe I can exchange it for a few dollars. To be honest, if it weren't for you
I don’t bother to answer the phone calls from my old friends.”
I couldn't help but laugh. His sudden change of attitude just proved his principle of doing business. The more something is devalued, the more unpredictable and huge it is.
"Xiao Gu, we are friends, don't bring out your business methods. Tell me the origin of this piano and who was its first owner? Maybe I can help you find a way to get your piano from Hokkaido.
How about going to the treasure room?"
Gu Zhijin continued to be silent, and I changed my tone to a more relaxed tone: "Forget it, you're not interested. A few old professors at the University of Tokyo who study Oriental Guqin will definitely be able to give me an answer. Maybe the price is right. I