Meng Yao stayed with his grandfather for two days. On the third day, he returned to Qin Feng's courtyard. After giving Meng Yao a pill of Heavenly King's Heart Protection Pill and pushing the palace to activate blood circulation, the two of them went out of the courtyard to relax around the old imperial city.
Get started.
"Qin Feng, I like this kind of life very much..." Meng Yao leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder and looked at the white snow that had not yet melted. She felt that her heart was full of happiness. She hoped that she could stay with Qin like this all her life.
The wind goes down.
"I'll accompany you..." Qin Feng lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of Meng Yao's hair. He also liked this feeling. There were no disputes, no killings, and no intrigues. A life like an ordinary person was what Qin Feng yearned for.
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After walking for more than an hour, seeing that Meng Yao was a little tired, Qin Feng said: "Let's go home and practice calligraphy. You can go out with me in the evening to wish the elders a happy new year..."
"Okay, I'll grind the ink for you..." Meng Yao nodded gently. She didn't even ask what Qin Feng was going to do, she just followed Qin Feng quietly.
"It's so well written..."
Watching Qin Feng write the flying and flying characters on the paper, Meng Yao couldn't help but praise. She started learning calligraphy from her grandfather when she was six years old. Although she stopped practicing it later, she still appreciates it.
The ability is still there.
"I think it's good too..."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded. Writing requires peace of mind. With Meng Yao by his side, Qin Feng felt particularly at peace, and his calligraphy skills also improved a lot.
The whole day was spent with Qin Feng practicing calligraphy and Meng Yao accompanying him. At night, Qin Feng packed some things and drove out of the courtyard with Meng Yao.
"Teacher, are you at home?" Qin Feng shouted across the yard when he came downstairs of the two-story building where Qi Gong lived. He knew that the teacher was old and his ears and eyes were not very good, so his voice was slightly
A little bigger.
"Who is it?" Qi Gong's voice rang, and then a middle-aged man walked out of the room, looked at Qin Feng suspiciously, and said, "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Qin Feng had never seen this person before. He was stunned for a moment. He knew that the teacher had no children and had lived alone for decades. The family did not hire any nanny or maid.
"Is it Qin Feng? Come on, come in quickly..."
Just as the two of them were staring at each other, Qi Gong put on a piece of clothing and walked out of the room, pointed at the middle-aged man and said: "This is my nephew, who came to take care of me. He is old. There is no one around me."
Humans are not good..."
"You should have thought so a long time ago..." Qin Feng laughed when he heard this and said: "Teacher, I brought you some new year's goods, so don't let Brother Qi go out to buy them. In this cold weather, don't either
go out……"
Qin Feng could see that the teacher was much older than when he first met Qi Gong a few years ago. His figure was already stooped, and his hand on crutches was trembling a little. He had clearly entered his twilight years.
"No matter how heroic you are, it will be hard for you to defeat these ruthless years..." Qin Feng sighed slightly. Qi Gong has disciples all over the country and is known as the first master of contemporary Chinese studies, but he is already very old.
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"Come to see me. Come and see me. What are you going to buy?" Qi Gong tapped Qin Feng with his crutch and said, "I can't even put down the New Year's gifts given by your senior brothers and sisters. You can take some with you later..."
The old man never smoked or drank, and never accepted gifts. He asked the students not to bring anything with them, but it was difficult for the disciples to take away their things during the Chinese New Year. So Qi Gong accepted the gifts from the students.
, and often let them take away a copy.
"Okay, teacher..." Qin Feng knew Qi Gong's temper and was not polite at the moment.
"Qin Feng, is this your girlfriend?" Qi Gong looked at Meng Yao and said happily: "Yes, she has beautiful brows and is a good girl. Come and sit in the room..."
Qi Gong was greatly favored by Master Qin Feng back then. The reason why he accepted Qin Feng as his disciple was originally because he had the idea of repaying his kindness. With his own living sign, Qin Feng would not suffer in the academic world.
But what Qi Gong didn't expect was that Qin Feng was very accomplished in antique appreciation and restoration. Qin Feng emptied his possessions in less than a year, which made Qi Gong very happy.
I was deeply aware that there were successors. After Qin Feng, I never accepted any more students, but I regarded Qin Feng as a closed disciple.
So when he saw that Qin Feng had made a girlfriend, the old man was very happy. He touched his body and said with a wry smile: "Come on, let's go into the room to talk. The teacher has nothing, so he can only write a few words to you, girl..."
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"Hello, teacher..." Meng Yao bowed to the old man obediently and said, "Teacher, your words are much more valuable than ordinary gifts..."
"It's not valuable. If you write too much, it won't be valuable..."
Qi Gong smiled mockingly to himself. He was a good-natured man. He never thought that his handwriting was worth much. As long as someone came to ask for it, the old man would usually not refuse to write inscriptions. He was not even willing to charge the retouching fee.
They were all forced down by others.
Although Mr. Qi has a high status in the academic world, because there are too many of his works on the market, the price of calligraphy is not very high. Generally speaking, a banner only costs 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which is far behind his reputation.
It's far away.
"Teacher Qi, my grandfather likes your calligraphy very much. He said that your calligraphy has a kind of character that many people can't learn..." Meng Yao said while helping Qi Gong into the room.
"Oh, who is your ancestor?" Qi Gong asked casually.
"It's Meng..." Meng Yao said his grandfather's name and smiled: "Grandpa also likes to write and often copies your calligraphy..."
"It turns out she is the granddaughter of an old friend..."
Hearing Grandpa Meng Yao's name, Qi Gong couldn't help but laugh and said: "Your grandfather's calligraphy is very good. The most rare thing is that he used to take time to practice calligraphy every day when he was so busy. Among his generation, his calligraphy is considered to be the best."
The best thing written..."
Qi Gong is a very interesting person. In his eyes, good is good and bad is bad. Between black and white, there is never a gray area, so to be able to say this sentence from his mouth shows that Mr. Meng’s
Calligraphy can also be considered as a skill.
"Grandpa will be very happy to hear you praise him..." Meng Yao was also very happy to hear Qi Gong, a master of traditional Chinese culture, praising his grandfather.
"I haven't seen him for a long time. Is your grandpa in good health? He seems to be two years older than me, right?" After entering the house, Qi Gong asked Qin Feng and Meng Yao to sit down. His house was very messy, almost all of them were
There are all kinds of books, and you can touch a book almost wherever you put your hand.
"Grandpa is in good health..." Meng Yao said.
"We are all old, and there will be fewer opportunities to meet each other in the future..."
Qi Gong sighed. He used to occasionally see Mr. Meng at some calligraphy association meetings in the capital. But in recent years, Mr. Meng has lived in seclusion, and the two have not seen each other for several years.
"Teacher, you can meet me in a few days..." Qin Feng heard the words and said with a smile: "I am getting engaged to Yaoyao on the 29th of the New Year. I only invited some family members to gather together. Will you and Grandpa Meng get together by then?"
Can we meet again?"
"Okay, getting engaged during the Chinese New Year, this is even more joyous..."
After hearing what Qin Feng said, Qi Gong was very happy and said: "I will write you a calligraphy. You must write a calligraphy. The teacher has nothing to give, so I can only give you a calligraphy. On the day of your engagement.
,Teacher will take you there..."
Writing requires mood and artistic conception. You can't write a good calligraphy just by spreading out the paper and holding a brush. Qi Gong's eyes are not very good and he can't see clearly at night. So he didn't write to Qin Feng on the spot, but
I wanted to wait until daytime to write a few more pieces and then choose the best ones to give to Qin Feng.
"Teacher, I came here to ask for a calligraphy..." Qin Feng was not polite. He estimated that when he got engaged, Mr. Meng would also send a calligraphy. Like the teacher in front of him, that one had some words on his hand.
Good wine, but no savings.
"Okay. I will write tomorrow..." Qi Gong nodded and sighed: "My body is getting worse day by day. I can't even see clearly when I read at night..."
"Teacher, I brought you two gifts this time..."
Qin Feng reached out and took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket and said: "Here is a medicine that I prepared myself. The prescription was passed down by my master. It can alleviate the aging of the human body. Take one and see how it works?"
Qin Feng refined the Heavenly King's Heart-protecting Pill, and the prescription was copied by Qin Dongyuan from an ancient Taoist book. However, Qi Gong couldn't explain this, so Qin Feng simply used his master's name.
"Huh? Is it the recipe from my clan uncle? Did you also learn medical skills from him?"
Qi Gong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he didn't suspect anything. When Qin Feng's master Zai Shi was injured and lived at his place, he wrote a prescription for him to take the medicine. So he knew that Zai Shi was proficient in medical skills, but he didn't expect Qin Feng
I actually learned it.
"Well, Master is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, but I haven't learned much..." Qin Feng was modest, poured out a tenth of the elixir from the porcelain bottle, and said, "Teacher, take it now and use it."
Swallow it with warm water..."
The medicine refined by Qin Feng and Qin Dongyuan is very mild. Even an eighty-year-old man like Qi Gong can take it. Mr. Meng is the best example.
But for Mr. Meng and the others, this medicine can only strengthen their body cells and make their body functions younger when they take it for the first time. But if they take it a second time, it will have no effect.
, after all, this is just a medicine, not an elixir, and it cannot make people immortal.
"Okay, your master's recipe, the teacher believes in it..."
Qi Gong took the cup of warm water handed over by Meng Yao, raised his head and drank the medicine. After eating, he smiled and said: "Teacher generally doesn't believe in medicine. Birth, old age, illness and death are all natural. If the King of Hell tells you to go, you can't.
If you delay going, that would be too disrespectful to the Lord of Hell, wouldn’t it?”
"Teacher, that's because you are open-minded. There are many people in this world who don't want to die..." Meng Yao was amused by Qi Gong's words and laughed. She felt that this old man was very funny and very interesting.
"No matter how much I want to die, I can't escape..." Qi Gong smiled and said: "I have lived for eighty-three years, and I estimate that I can reach eighty-five. Then you can just bury me in Babao Mountain.
This is what is written on the monument, and the old man’s calligraphy is pretty good..."
"Master, you will have no problem even if you live to be a hundred..." Qin Feng couldn't care less about being polite, and quickly interrupted the teacher's words. Saying that he is a hundred years old may be an exaggeration, but after taking this pill, how can he stay together?
Gong can also live to be over ninety years old.
"It's good to live a long life, but how many people can live to that?"
Qi Gong smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I'm not taboo about this, and you don't have to be superstitious. There are two things that a person can't control the most in his life. One is where you were born, and what status you were born with.
, and the other thing is when will you die..."
Qi Gong is really open-minded. He was born into a royal family, but he never enjoyed the treatment of the royal family for a day. Instead, he relied on his own efforts to achieve his current achievements step by step. He has witnessed many historical moments in his life.
He took life and death lightly.
"Huh? Why is my body a little hot? Is it the effect of your medicine?" When Qi Gong was talking, he suddenly said "Huh". He felt that his body was a little hot, but he was very comfortable, and the heat seemed to give him a feeling of warmth.
He gained some strength.
"Teacher, that's right. It's okay. It'll be fine in a while..."
Different from ordinary people taking medicine, for people of Qi Gong's age and physical abilities, almost all the medicinal properties in the elixir are used to improve their cell tissues. This process is not very obvious, unlike Ren Duxing's rigid
You will notice changes in your body as soon as you take it.
"No, why do my eyes feel a little blurry..." When the heat spread to his face, Qi Gong suddenly noticed that Qin Feng, who was sitting more than one meter away from him, suddenly had a blurry face.
"Your eyes are blurred? This... this shouldn't be the case."
Qin Feng was shocked by the teacher's words. He was delivering medicine to the teacher today, so don't let anything go wrong, otherwise Qin Feng would be really hard to explain. You know, Qi Gong is a national treasure.
ah.
"It's becoming increasingly unclear..."
There was no panic on Qi Gong's face. He waved his hand and said: "Qin Feng, it's okay. My eyes are not good to begin with. If I can't see, I can't see. One of your senior brothers gave me an audiobook. I
When the time comes, can’t you just use that to listen to books..."
"Don't bother me. Teacher, if you're fine, I'll be fine..." Qin Feng was really panicked. He grabbed Qi Gong's wrist and said, "Let me take your pulse and see what's going on?"
"It's okay, this... this shouldn't be..." Qin Feng took Qi Gong's pulse for a while and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Teacher, your body function is good, why do you see things blurry?"
"Well, Teacher Qi, Qin Feng, I... I want to say something..." Meng Yao interrupted when Qin Feng and Qi Gong were talking.
"What's wrong, Yaoyao?" Qin Feng turned around and looked at Meng Yao.
"Qin Feng, is it...is it the teacher who didn't take off his reading glasses?"
Meng Yao has a deep understanding of the magic of Qin Feng's elixir. She was not in good health due to heart problems in the past. She would feel her heartbeat pounding even if she walked a few steps. But now, even if she walks a few kilometers, Meng Yao can't.
I feel tired, and I don’t have any physical problems.
"Reading glasses? Yes, reading glasses..."
After hearing Meng Yao's words, Qin Feng slapped his head and took off the reading glasses on Qi Gong's face without asking for permission from the teacher, and said: "Teacher, look again, things are still blurry now."
?"
"Huh? I...my eyes are not blurred?"
Qi Gong glanced around blankly, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face. He had been wearing these reading glasses for almost twenty years, and he basically never took them off except for sleeping, because as soon as he took them off,
Qi Gong can't see clearly.
But now Qi Gong can clearly see Qin Feng's face. Even from a distance of more than one meter, he can clearly see the name of the book next to Qin Feng. This kind of thing has happened to Qi Gong dozens of times.
It’s something I haven’t experienced in years.
"Teacher, congratulations..." Seeing the expression on Qi Gong's face, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel happy. He really didn't expect that the medicinal properties would actually affect the teacher's eyes and cure his presbyopia.
"Qin... Qin Feng, you... your medicine is too magical, isn't it?"
Qi Gong stood up and looked left and right. Even with reading glasses, he hadn't been able to see the world so clearly for a long time. For a while, the old man didn't even dare to blink, for fear that he would blink again.
Can't see it either.
"The medicinal materials used in this elixir are really precious. Only a few can be refined..." Qin Feng heard the words and said with a smile: "The main reason is that the elixir recipe left by the master is better. I can't refine this elixir without the recipe."
,Teacher, we are still blessed by Master..."
"Your master, that's really a strange person..."
Hearing that Qin Feng moved out of Zaishe, Qi Gong couldn't help but sigh: "When I was young, I was greatly favored by his old man. I didn't expect that most of my body will be buried soon, and I can still benefit from his old man...
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"Teacher, let's not talk about this anymore. I have another gift for you..." Qin Feng changed the topic and took out an antique scroll from his hand.
"Huh? Is it calligraphy or painting?" Qi Gong's eyes were very clear now. When he saw the shaft and paper of the scroll, his expression suddenly changed, "This object is old. Qin Feng, this
Whose work is it?”
"Teacher, please take a look first..." Qin Feng smiled without answering, walked to the desk where Qi Gong was practicing calligraphy, and spread out the calligraphy to one side.
"Ah? "Preface to the Lanting Collection"?" Qi Gong has been eroding calligraphy all his life. He copied various versions of "The Preface to the Lanting Collection" no matter how many pages he copied. Qin Feng only opened it a few fingers wide before he read it.
came out.
"Qin...Qin Feng, which version is this?"
Qi Gong's voice was a little trembling. He had a very indifferent view of things outside his body. But he only loved calligraphy and painting in his life. For those precious calligraphy and painting cultural relics that were lost to foreign countries in the early years, the old man was very sad and wished he could buy them all back.
"Teacher, I say it is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, do you believe it?"
Qin Feng said with a smile that he was qualified to say this, because in terms of artistic attainments, although Qin Feng's calligraphy was copied from Wang Xizhi's, it was better than the previous one. In terms of artistic conception, it even surpassed the previous one.
Wang Xizhi.
"Authentic?"
Not only did Qi Gong's voice tremble, but his hands even trembled. Are you kidding? Wang Xizhi's preface to the Lanting Collection has disappeared since the Tang Dynasty and Li Shimin's time. All that have been handed down for thousands of years are copies. Who knows?
Have you ever seen the real thing?
Ignoring talking to Qin Feng, Qi Gong walked to the desk in person, opened the scroll bit by bit, and at the same time took a magnifying glass and carefully observed the first word, his eyes almost touching the paper.
Already.
The old man watched this for more than an hour. Fortunately, Qin Feng had just given him some pills. I'm afraid Qi Gong's body would never be able to support such an intense appreciation. But even so, when he put down the magnifying glass, there was a bright spot on his forehead.
He was already covered in sweat.
"Qin Feng, you...where did you get this calligraphy?"
Qi Gong didn't even bother to wipe his sweat. He looked at Qin Feng with a serious face and said: "Although this calligraphy is not written by Wang Xizhi, in terms of artistic achievements, it is better than that of "Preface to the Lanting Collection".
It's more than enough, this... this is a priceless treasure..."
"Huh? Teacher, you... how did you tell that it was not Wang Xizhi's own handwriting?"
After hearing Qi Gong's words, Qin Feng couldn't help but be surprised. He asked himself that the current self might not be able to write such a pinnacle work. Plus the paper and paste, it could definitely be fake and real. Why did Qi Gong
How can you tell it's a fake?
"From the handwriting or the calligraphy itself, I would say it is true."
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Qi Gong smiled bitterly and said: "But I have a feeling that this calligraphy is not Wang Xizhi's own handwriting. I saw more authentic calligraphy in my early years. Later, when I appraise calligraphy and paintings, I sometimes have a feeling.
This feeling is never wrong..."
"Huh? Is the teacher also a person with superpowers?" After hearing Qi Gong's words, Qin Feng was stunned for a moment. He was not very familiar with people with superpowers, but he didn't understand whether the ability to distinguish calligraphy and painting was a superpower.
A kind of energy.
"Qin Feng, although this calligraphy was not written by Wang Xizhi, and I don't know who wrote it, it can definitely be called a national treasure. It is too precious, and I cannot accept this gift from you..." Qi Gong's eyes were a little confused.
He glanced at the scroll reluctantly and rolled it up again with his own hands.
"Teacher, you praise me too much..."
Seeing Qi Gong's cautious look, Qin Feng touched his nose and said: "Teacher, I wrote this calligraphy, and then I found someone to make it old. I thought you wouldn't be able to tell it was a fake, but I didn't expect it to be you."
I can see it..."
What Qin Feng didn't say was that the authentic painting of this calligraphy was also in his hands, but it was too involved and Qin Feng would not take it out anyway. Perhaps it could be better preserved by putting it in another space.
Go down.
"What? You...you wrote it?" Qi Gong suddenly turned around, staring at Qin Feng and said, "Did you really write it? Your calligraphy has reached this level?"
Although Qi Gong could tell that the calligraphy was not by Wang Xizhi, he could also see how profound the calligraphy skills of the person who wrote it were. At the very least, he asked himself that he would never be able to write it because of the spirit of the calligraphy.
God, even if it is compared to Wang Xizhi's original work, I'm afraid it's still not far behind.
"Teacher, I copied the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" for six days and six nights before writing this one."
Qin Feng smiled bitterly when he heard this and said: "If you ask me to write such a picture again, teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to write it. Is this the pinnacle of my life?"
During that time, Qin Feng seemed to be possessed by a demon. He was desperately copying the original "Preface to the Lanting Collection". This was the most satisfactory one he had ever written. However, none of the works written after this one could compare with it.
The words in front of it are of the above.
"Qin Feng, I'll grind it for you, and you can write another one..." The old man was very rigorous in his studies. He didn't believe that Qin Feng could write such a work just by copying, so he walked to the bookcase.
, took out an inkstone and a roll of rice paper.
"Okay, then I'll write another one..."
Qin Feng saw that he couldn't do anything without writing, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the desk. Originally, Qin Feng wanted to grind it by himself, but the old man blocked him. He really grinded it for Qin Feng with his own hands.
Qin Feng copied "Preface to the Lanting Collection" at least tens of thousands of times. He was so familiar with it that he couldn't be more familiar with it. After picking up the brush and dipping it in ink, Qin Feng kept moving and wrote a word almost in one breath. In the middle
There is no pause.
"Good...good words!"
Before the ink was dry, Qi Gong leaned down and started to look at it. He was full of praise. Is there any skill in his skills? Let’s not talk about anything else. I’m afraid there is no one in China who can write the preface to the Lanting Collection in one breath.
There is no second one yet.
Moreover, even the broken strokes in Qin Feng’s calligraphy are very similar to the posts circulated in China. If he hadn’t seen Qin Feng’s writing with his own eyes and the ink on the rice paper had not yet dried, I’m afraid the old man would have thought it was an ancient painting.
It was copied.
"Qin Feng, I believe it, that calligraphy was really written by you!"
After looking at it for a long time, Qi Gong raised his head, his eyes full of admiration, and laughed loudly: "It's my luck to get a disciple like this, old man, Qin Feng, I will be proud of you in the future..."
In just a few minutes, Qin Feng was able to write a work that was no less than Shenlong Tie's "Preface to the Lanting Collection". Qi Gong didn't know that his disciple's calligraphy attainments far surpassed his own.
Already.
Although it is said that the master taught his disciples to starve to death, Qi Gong was magnanimous. He had many disciples all over the world, but none of them could surpass him in artistic achievements. Now that he was approaching old age and met Qin Feng, Qi Gong was only happy, not happy.
Any selfish thoughts.
"Teacher, please don't say that..." Qin Feng waved his hands repeatedly: "I practice calligraphy to cultivate my own sentiment. This calligraphy is a gift to the teacher. Just keep it. Don't donate it."
Went there..."
Qin Feng knew that Qi Gong was originally a collector and had a lot of treasures in his hands, but in the end he had them donated to the country. Now, let alone being impoverished, there are really not many valuable items left.
"I won't donate it. I will copy this calligraphy from time to time and donate it after I die..." Qi Gong's words made Qin Feng smile bitterly. At the end of the day, the old man was still prepared to donate the calligraphy.
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