In Beijing, Wangquan Mountain is a rather peculiar place. Although it is a famous scenic spot, most of it is not open to the public and is even guarded.
There were many "no sound" traffic signs near Wangquan Mountain. Fang Tianfeng asked Nie Xiaoyao: "I heard that there is a guard camp here to protect it?"
"I don't know the specifics, but there must be guards in a battalion. I know that the nearby farmland is quite special. They eat vegetables from nearby farmland. The mountain spring here is also good. I have drunk it, but it is not as good as
Your ghostly cloud and spiritual spring."
"Oh." Fang Tianfeng's heart moved. The spring water of Wangquan Mountain is very famous and has been reserved exclusively for emperors since ancient times. Although there is also a mineral water brand of Wangquan Mountain now, it cannot be completely obtained from Wangquan Mountain.
Fang Tianfeng suspected that Wangquan Mountain was also a spiritual place, but he didn't know whether it had been destroyed.
Fang Tianfeng didn't need to use the qi-gazing technique to check, because most of the people living here were retired patriarchs. It was a place with the strongest official atmosphere second only to Shang Nanhai. Even if he used the qi-gazing technique, he couldn't see anything.
Before entering, Fang Tianfeng greeted Wang Yuanze and reported his license plate and so on. Wang Yuanze then gave some instructions before entering Wangquan Mountain. He encountered a total of six inspections along the way, which made Fang Tianfeng finally understand what it means to be as deep as the Houmen and as deep as the sea.
During the last inspection, Fang Lao's security guard was waiting there. After asking who it was, Fang Tianfeng got in the car and gave Nie Xiaoyao directions, while also saying some precautions.
Nie Xiaoyao continued to drive, his palms covered with sweat, for fear of accidentally honking the horn or doing something to alert the retired patriarch inside.
Fang Tianfeng was not as nervous as Nie Xiaoyao, but he was also curious.
Among the four people in the car, only Qiao Ting really didn't care at all.
Not long after, the car arrived in front of Fang Lao's house, which was built like a courtyard house. The yard was very spacious, with a rockery and a pool. There were more than ten cars parked next to it.
The guards took Fang Tianfeng and the others to the door of the main hall and left. Fang Tianfeng entered with Nie Xiaoyao and Qiao Ting.
Fang Tianfeng originally thought that Wang Yuanze, Fang Lao and others would be here, but when he looked around, he saw that the people sitting in the living room were all young people. There were only two old people, and Wang Yuanze and Fang Lao were not there at all.
People in the living room were sitting around chatting and drinking tea. At this moment, they all looked at Fang Tianfeng and the two women beside her.
Whether it was Qiao Ting's beauty or Nie Xiaoyao's charm, they both had unparalleled appeal. When the two of them stood in the living room, it was like dropping a nuclear bomb in the hearts of these artistic young people, making them dizzy.
Especially Qiao Ting, she was absolutely beautiful, and her appearance could be described as the pinnacle of art. The hearts of several young painters were beating wildly, and they wanted to take out their brushes to draw this fairy-like beauty immediately.
However, this beauty was holding Fang Tianfeng's arm.
Artistic young people are notoriously devoid of emotional intelligence, but in Wangquan Mountain and Fang Lao's residence, they are much more well-behaved than usual.
If a beauty like Qiao Ting appears on other occasions, someone who thinks she is a talented person will definitely come and strike up a conversation with her.
No one came for Qiao Ting or Nie Xiaoyao, but some came for Fang Tianfeng.
A young man with long hair on the back of his head and an extremely artistic appearance stood up and walked towards Fang Tianfeng. With an unnatural smile on his face, he looked at Fang Tianfeng and asked, "Are you the little book saint that Mr. Wang mentioned?"
As soon as this man spoke, the young literary and artistic people around him immediately showed various expressions, most of them looking like they were waiting for a good show.
Fang Tianfeng said: "Mr. Wang Yuanze asked me to come, but I am not a little book sage."
"Your surname is Fang?"
"Yes. What's your surname?" Fang Tianfeng asked.
"Sha Ge, member of the Chinese Youth Calligraphy Association, hello." Sha Ge said and stretched out his hand.
"Hello, Fang Tianfeng." Fang Tianfeng said and shook hands with Sha Ge.
Sha Ge said with a smile: "Mr. Wang and several other masters are chatting in the study. Come and sit for a while. We all know that Mr. Wang has an extra friend. Whether it is regular script, running script, official script, cursive script or seal script, he can be called
The number one among young people in China. I have admired your name for a long time, and I am deeply honored to see you in person today."
Fang Tianfeng could tell that this person had bad intentions, and he was obviously not convinced by the title of "Little Book Sage".
Fang Tianfeng knew Mr. Wang Yuanze's surname. If he had anything to say, he would have praised him to the sky. Although those old calligraphers were dissatisfied, they would never show it. They would definitely tell the students in private. It's conceivable.
How many people are dissatisfied with Fang Tianfeng?
"Calligraphy Saint" is not an ordinary title. It is definitely the highest recognition of a person's calligraphy. No calligrapher, no matter how confident he is, would dare to call him "Saint" without being verified by time.
Since Fang Tianfeng lied about having practiced calligraphy at Wang Yuanze's birthday party, he deliberately remembered the famous people in the calligraphy world. He remembered Sha Ge. Sha Ge himself had won the first prize in many calligraphy competitions, but this was not important.
What's interesting is that Sha Ge's teacher is currently the vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, and is said to be a popular candidate for the next president of the Calligraphy Association.
However, Fang Tianfeng once met an old Mr. Huang Liangyi at Mr. Wang's birthday party. Huang Liangyi's senior brother was also the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. He had a very different relationship with Sha Ge's teacher. It was said that they had been fighting openly and secretly to become the next president.
Huang Liangyi and Wang Yuanze once visited Fang Tianfeng's house. They mentioned this matter when talking about the current situation of the calligraphy world. Huang Liangyi was very critical of Sha Ge's teacher.
Senior brothers Wang Yuanze and Huang Liangyi all praised Fang Tianfeng. It was naturally impossible for Sha Ge to have a favorable impression of Fang Tianfeng. To be serious, Fang Tianfeng was a political enemy.
"Oh, you heard wrong. Mr. Wang would never say that." Fang Tianfeng said lukewarmly.
But Sha Ge pressed forward and said: "No, no, no, I definitely heard it right. If you are the 'Little Book Sage' in Mr. Wang's mouth, you must know everything and be good at everything. Otherwise, how can you be the 'Little Book Sage'? My
My level of cursive and seal script is not good, so I hope the little calligrapher can give me some advice."
Fang Tianfeng confirmed the other party's hostility and said unceremoniously: "I can write regular script and running script. I don't know anything else. Mr. Wang will never say such a thing. I don't know who is talking behind my back and despicably
Pleasing me to death. Brother Sha, when you see that person, you must tell me that there are always despicable people in the art world today who do not concentrate on studying art, but only focus on intrigues and turn the art world into an entertainment circle."
Sha Ge suddenly smiled, turned around and said to everyone: "You see, the little Shusheng has a big temper. When he opens his mouth, he will be in the art world, and when he shuts up, he will assign us to the entertainment circle."
A few people laughed, but no one said anything. Obviously not everyone was as courageous as Sha Ge.
Fang Tianfeng didn't care at all. He smiled calmly and said: "Since Mr. Wang asked me to come, I'm afraid he has already told you that when I come, take me in. I suggest you do it. If this Shagesha calligrapher forces me to leave, there must be someone."
Come out and take charge.”
No one in the living room laughed anymore. Everyone could see that this "little book saint" was not a softie and was full of confidence.
An old man coughed lightly, stood up and said, "Sha Ge, you sit down first. Mr. Fang, I will take you to Mr. Fang's study."
Shage said with a smile: "I won't stop you. But Mr. Fang, with all due respect, it was not even seven o'clock when Mr. Wang called you, but now it is already eight-thirty, and the party is almost over. You deserve it."
You are a calligrapher. You don’t even care about the landlord’s invitation. Do you regard this place as a party for little celebrities?”
Fang Tianfeng had a cold attitude and said, "Oh, you blame me for being late? What can you do to me? Are you going to complain to the landlord or are you going to drive me away?"
Sha Ge was stunned for a moment and said stiffly: "I'm just expressing my personal dissatisfaction."
"Then you can continue to be dissatisfied. Old gentleman, what is your surname?" Fang Tianfeng looked at the old man who spoke.
"Wu Wenmo, I'm just here to join in the fun." The old man said with a smile.
Fang Tianfeng immediately said: "It turns out to be Teacher Wu. Your calligraphy on Mount Tai is famous all over the world. Even the General Secretary praised it back then."
Wu Wenmo's face suddenly glowed red, and he tried his best to hide the joy in his heart. He shook his head and said: "Where is it? It's just a game from back then. It's not famous in the world. It's still not as good as everyone here. Let's go, Xiaofang, Fangfang
I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Fang Tianfeng and Qiao Ting walked in together, while Nie Xiaoyao stayed there knowingly and did not follow him. Whether it was because of his status as secretary or the status of the Nie family, he was not suitable to meet the elder.
Wu Wenmo hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Fang Lao only asked you to go in alone."
"It doesn't matter, this is my girlfriend, the house owner won't mind." Fang Tianfeng was not humble at all because he was in the home of a retired patriarch, because he was from the Tianyun Sect.
Qiao Ting glanced at Nie Xiaoyao and was about to let go of Fang Tianfeng's arm. She knew that Fang Tianfeng cared about her and valued her, but she had to think about Fang Tianfeng.
Fang Tianfeng refused to let her leave, and whispered in Qiao Ting's ear: "I brought you here to show off to Mr. Wang that I have a very, very beautiful girlfriend. If you don't come in, how will you satisfy my vanity?"
Qiao Ting knew that Fang Tianfeng was lying to her, but she was happy in her heart.
Wu Wenmo sighed helplessly and led Fang Tianfeng and Qiao Ting towards Fang Lao's study.
Sha Ge wanted to say something else, but after all he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in Fang's hometown. He looked at Fang Tianfeng's back coldly, his eyes occasionally passing by Qiao Ting's back, and a trace of regret appeared in his heart.
Not only Sha Ge, but others also looked regretful when they saw Qiao Ting leaving. Many people felt that they had not seen enough.
Wu Wenmo led Fang Tianfeng and Qiao Ting toward the study. Halfway there, Wu Wenmo turned back and whispered: "Xiao Fang, be careful about that Sha Ge. Don't argue with him. He is just jealous of your talent."
"Thank you Mr. Wu for reminding me," Fang Tianfeng said.
"Lao Wang and I are old friends, so there's no need to be polite," Wu Wenmo said with a smile.
The three people arrived and quickly came to the door of the study. The door was ajar. Wu Wenmo knocked on the door three times, opened the door and said, "Mr. Fang, Xiao Fang is here."
"Let him come in." An old voice came from inside.
Wu Wenmo moved out of the way, and Fang Tianfeng walked into the study holding Qiao Ting's arm.
At this moment, a young man came out of the bathroom and entered the living room. When he heard that the Little Book Sage was coming, he laughed a few words, making everyone laugh.