Tie Chuanjia wanted to say something else, but Su Yang smiled and said: "Well said, Mr. Mei Da is a man of good temperament."
"It doesn't matter if it's yes or no. In short, if I say no treatment today, I won't treat it." Mei Da chuckled.
"It must not be cured?" Su Yang asked.
"Absolutely and definitely." Mei Da nodded.
But he immediately shook his head and murmured: "If there is an authentic painting of the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival, or Wang Mojie's Jianggan Snow Ji Map, it can be cured."
Tie Chuanjia became even more angry: "How could you go back on your word and slap yourself!"
"If I treat diseases on my day off, I will inevitably be unhappy. But if you can show me these two things, I will be happy. When I am happy, I will be willing to treat diseases. Isn't this perfectly normal?" Mei Da asked back.
"Are you there? If not, leave quickly. I have to continue washing the snow." Mei Da said impatiently.
"Of course not, but I heard that Mr. Mei Da has a rich collection of paintings. Gu Kaizhi's paintings of female historians, Zhou Fang's paintings of ladies in the Tang Palace, and Han Huang's paintings of five oxen are all genuine in his house. I don't know if they are genuine or not?"
Su Yang asked.
When he mentioned the collection, Mei Da's face suddenly lit up, his two beards twitched a few times, and he said proudly: "Of course there are some. I have lived a lifetime, and my medical and martial arts skills are nothing more. This ancient painting is still enough to be proud of."
of."
"Then I wonder if you can open my eyes and appreciate it." Su Yang shook the wine gourd: "I happen to have a thirty-year-old Xifeng here. Wouldn't it be wonderful to cook wine, drink wine, paint and watch the snow?"
Most people who like to collect calligraphy, painting and antiques rarely cherish their old broomsticks. When they meet their colleagues, they always show off. As expected, Mei Dayi was overjoyed and said: "It's rare to have a thirty-year-old Xifeng, but you also know how to paint?"
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"I understand a little bit," Su Yang said with a smile.
"Don't just say it casually to deceive me about my paintings. There are a lot of scammers these days. If you meet someone who doesn't understand, wouldn't it be a waste of some of my good paintings?" Mei Da said angrily.
I was here for the exam. Su Yang smiled faintly. What a coincidence. Before he came to this plot copy, he had a few chats with the painting master in the back mountain in the new world. This was just a good time to show off, so
He opened his mouth and said: "I just spoke about King Mojie. Although this right prime minister is in the officialdom, he is an expert in poetry and painting. Mojie's poems have paintings within them. And looking at Mojie's paintings, there are poems within the paintings. If you talk about it,
A strange poem can be said to be like a pearl in a spring or a painting on the wall. When it comes to his paintings, the movement and stillness in the scenery blend together, and there are thousands of lights and shadows. The style is fresh and distant. Natural and refined, he can be regarded as a great craftsman of the previous generation."
Mei Da's eyes lit up and he asked: "What about the painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival? This painting is originally in the palace, and not many people have the chance to see it. If you can tell what is good about this painting, I will invite you to come in and view the painting.
how."
Su Yang said: "Along the River During the Qingming Festival is divided into three parts: the spring scenery in the suburbs, the scenery of the Bianhe River, and the streets in the city. The content is rich and complex, including more than 800 people of various colors, 73 cattle, mules, and donkeys, and two carts and sedan chairs.
There are more than ten vehicles, twenty-nine ships of different sizes, houses, bridges, towers, etc., each with its own characteristics. It can be regarded as a floating painting. However, this extremely complicated painting can achieve a rigorous structure, complexity but not chaos.
It is long but not redundant, the paragraphs are clear, the front and back are arranged in an orderly manner, and the characters are lifelike. Even the objects on the ship, the riveting methods, and even the knotting and fastening of ropes are clearly explained. It is really breathtaking. One painting is
A city.”
When Mei Da listened to Su Yang's words, although he kept nodding slightly, he gradually showed an expression of impatience. Su Yang saw it clearly and suddenly smiled and said: "But, sir, that's not the purpose of asking me about this matter.
But the second half of the sentence."
"Oh?" Mei Da finally showed a smile and said, "How about the second half of the sentence?"
"Sir said that the Qingming River Scene is in Da Nei, but he is testing me." Su Yang laughed and said, "The one in Da Nei is fake."
"Where is it really?" Mei Da asked.
"Ten years ago, I was in the Li Mansion. Ten years later, I have been lost in the world." Su Yang said.
Mei Da's eyes flashed and he laughed as well. He waved his sleeves towards the stone house behind him and said, "Okay, okay, please, please!"
Following Mei Da into the house, Mei Da loudly ordered: "Qihe, don't wash the snow. Quickly bring me my Northern Song Dynasty ancient porcelain cup. I want to drink with this man. Qianlu, you go get the painting."
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The two boys responded and walked into the back room. After a while, one boy came out of the back room holding several scrolls in his hands and respectfully arranged the scrolls on the table. The other boy shouted in the room.
: "Sir, sir, the ancient porcelain cup from the Northern Song Dynasty is missing!"
Mei Da was shocked: "It's probably because my useless brother exchanged it for wine again!"
Su Yang said, "Sir, don't be anxious. No matter how good the cup is, it's not as rare as fine wine. My brother exchanged the wine cup for the wine, and finally the exchange was good."
"How do you say this?" Mei Daqi asked.
"You think, you can buy an ancient porcelain cup from a pawn shop and antique shop, but everyone wants to drink good wine. After one drink, it is gone. An ancient porcelain cup, even if it is drunk thousands of times, is still a good one.
Ancient rattan cup. Isn’t this fine wine rarer than a porcelain cup?”
Mei Da slapped his thigh heavily and stared: "Look, you're right! Qihe, don't look for it, just get an ancient porcelain cup from the Southern Song Dynasty. Drink Xifeng wine. Even if you use the ancient porcelain from the Southern Song Dynasty, you can barely get it."
mouth!"
Su Yang smiled faintly but said nothing. He thought that there were a lot of things to pay attention to when using cups. After a moment's recollection, Xifeng wine was a kind of rice wine. It should indeed use ancient porcelain cups. The Northern Song Dynasty was the best, followed by the Southern Song Dynasty. It showed a slight sign of decline.
After the Yuan Dynasty, it became vulgar.
While he was talking, two ancient porcelain cups were served. Su Yang took off the wine gourd from his waist, and he and Mei Da had one cup and drank it all in one gulp.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but when I drink Xifeng from an ancient porcelain cup from the Southern Song Dynasty, the taste is really different. The taste is more mellow and elegant, sweet and refreshing.
At this moment, Su Yang felt a thump in his heart, as if some shackles had been broken. The system sound, which had been silent all this time, suddenly sounded.
Drinking the corresponding wine from a suitable wine glass will lead to an improvement in the drinking title, from [Drunkard] to [Drinker];
Title effects: 1. After drinking, you can improve and restore your physical strength to a certain extent, and your martial arts power can be slightly improved;
2. Immune to all toxins in alcohol;
3. There is a certain chance of understanding alcohol-related martial arts.
After countless calculations, I drank hundreds of kilograms of various kinds of wine, and finally improved my title. It turns out that the key to improving this title is not only the amount of alcohol consumed, but also the use of suitable wine glasses to match the wine. No wonder I always feel that I am...
On the edge of improvement, but never able to take this step.
The benefits brought by the title of Jiu Ling seem to be obvious. People in the martial arts like to poison wine, so you don't have to worry about it in the future. As for the improvement of martial arts, although it is said to be "a small amount", it is still relatively small.
The previous 'trace amount' has obviously reached a new level.
System terms are always strictly prohibited. For example, runaway abilities such as [Martial Arts Divine Will] and [Thunder Blow] can only be described as 'significant improvement', and there are various restrictions on these two runaway abilities, and [
[Wine Immortal] Although it is only a small improvement, it is targeted at all martial arts categories.
As for comprehending alcoholic martial arts, it seems that I haven't comprehended any of them yet, but this is equivalent to opening a door. Once this door is opened, you can freely roam the road at the door.
Su Yang was in a daze here, but Mei Da slammed the table and shouted: "Good wine, come again!"
Su Yang smiled and poured two more cups, and Mei Da drank it all. He pointed at the cup, and then slowly unfolded the three paintings one by one. He said, "The wine lasted a long time, so what about the paintings?"
These three paintings are exactly the Five Cows Picture, the Picture of the Female History and the Picture of the Ladies in the Tang Palace mentioned by Su Yang just now.
Su Yang knew nothing about painting. The few words he just said were just a temporary fix. If he said one more sentence, he would be exposed, so he nodded slightly and said nothing, and secretly winked at Tie Chuanjia.
Tie Chuanjia smiled knowingly and came up to him and said, "Mr. Mei Da, since you two are so close to each other, how about I help you first and cure the poison of Hanjisan for my young master?"
Mei Da coldly picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all, then glanced at Tie Chuanjia and said coldly: "Looking at paintings is viewing paintings, drinking wine is drinking, treating diseases is treating diseases, how can they be confused? Say it is not curable,
It won’t be cured.”
After saying that, he actually pointed to the empty wine glass on the table.
Su Yang smiled and filled him up again.
Mei Da nodded with satisfaction, pointed at Tie Chuanjia, and said to Su Yang: "It's a matter of life and death, it's a trivial matter. How can a common man like him understand the mysteries of paintings? There are such good paintings, but even if he loses his life,
How about it, don’t you think so?”
After saying that, he actually finished the drink and pointed to the cup again.
This time Su Yang didn't give him a good look, he put away his smile and also put away his wine gourd.
"Why, there is no antidote, not even wine?" Mei Da asked.
"Without the antidote, how can there be wine?" Su Yang lowered his head to look at the painting, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a strange smile, saying: "Not only is there no wine, the painting is probably gone too."
After saying this, he held both sides of the Five Oxen Diagram and used both arms to exert force.
There was a muffled sound, and in Mr. Mei Da's surprised eyes, the picture of the five cows was torn into two halves.
"I am also a common person. If I don't have the antidote, I will still look at nonsense paintings." After Su Yang finished speaking, he held another picture of female historians and wanted to tear it apart.
On a cold day, Mei Da's face was whiter than the snow outside, and his mustache could not help but tremble up and down. He was obviously extremely distressed. He let out a strange cry, and with five fingers like chicken feet, he turned toward Su Yang.
Three acupuncture points on the shoulder were pinched.
Tie Chuan Jia chuckled, held Mr. Mei Da's hand, and then patted him on the shoulder like lightning. Half of Mei Da's body immediately went limp, and Tie Chuan Jia held him in his hand like a chicken.
Su Yang shook his head and traced his finger across the picture of female historians. Mei Da's eyes followed Su Yang's finger. Every time Su Yang's finger crossed an inch on the painting, Mei Da would tremble.
"Mr. Mei Da, do you think you would be happier if I didn't tear up this painting?" Su Yang said with a smile.
Tie Chuanjia gloated: "He is happy, of course he is willing to get treatment."
The plum blossoms were wilting like bananas beaten by the rain. Finally, they let out a long sigh and said dejectedly: "That's all, I can cure it. I can't cure it."
As soon as Su Yang waved his hand, Tie Chuan Jia let go of his hand. Before Mei Da could move his body, he stumbled onto the torn Five Bulls figure and burst into tears.
Su Yang took out the wine gourd, filled the ancient porcelain cup, placed it in front of Mei Da, and said with a smile: "I'm really helpless, Mr. Da, please forgive me."
Mei Da shed tears, drank the wine in one gulp, and choked: "Why, if there is an antidote, then there is wine?"
Su Yang was secretly amused. Although this man was mean and eccentric, he was straightforward and at least not a hypocrite, so he laughed and said: "If there is an antidote, of course there is wine. Not only is there wine, I will definitely reward you with a good painting in the future."
Only then did Mei Da's face turn a little red. He stood up and touched his tears with his sleeves, and said miserably: "Hey, Qihe, take this young master to the back to get the antidote for Hanji Powder to heal his wounds.
