After coming out of the community and returning to the store, before Fang Ming could get his butt warm, another person appeared in the store.
"Is Mr. Fang here?"
The person who came was none other than Qian Jiali. This famous design expert had been changed by Fang Ming last time. He went abroad to attend a design conference some time ago, so he hadn't been here for a while.
"Yes, upstairs." Dazhu was also somewhat impressed by Qian Jiali and replied directly.
"Mr. Fang, can I come up?"
After Qian Jiali thanked him, he did not go upstairs directly, but shouted at the bottom of the stairs.
"Old Qian, come up here."
Fang Ming's voice came from upstairs, and Qian Jiali walked up to the second floor.
Some time ago, Qian Jiali came to the store almost every day, and Fang Ming almost knew him. He was a scholar who devoted himself to academic studies, but he didn't have much scheming, so he just called him Lao Qian.
"Mr. Fang, are you practicing calligraphy?"
Qian Jiali saw Fang Ming writing something on the yellow paper on the desk with a brush, but when he looked over, the corner of his mouth twitched, because the yellow paper was completely filled with lines of ghost drawings, and he couldn't understand it at all.
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"No, just draw whatever you want."
Fang Ming put down the brush. He did not tell Qian Jiali that these lines were actually a kind of talisman, but it was a failed talisman.
Many people should be familiar with talismans, and even many rural families have talismans posted on their homes, such as the peace talismans posted on the door, and some talismans brought back from Taoist temples to ward off diseases and eliminate disasters.
In fact, there are many talismans, and even talismans with the same effect have different drawing methods. However, for a talisman painter, if the level is not enough, it is impossible to draw a talisman, even a very simple pattern.
If a talisman is to be effective, then mana must be poured into it when drawing the talisman. As far as Fang Ming is concerned, what he poured into the talisman was the power of the wizard.
But if your strength has not reached this level, and you try to draw the talisman corresponding to this level, a situation will arise. It is obvious that this stroke is drawn vertically, and the person who draws the talisman does the same, but secretly
There is a force blocking it, and even after the final drawing, it became horizontal and diagonal.
This was the case with the lines on the yellow paper in front of Fang Ming. He originally planned to draw a talisman, but it turned into a mess.
"Old Qian, what are you doing here?"
"Since Mr. Fang opened another door for me, I have been studying the knowledge of Fang Ming recently. I have even found many like-minded friends on the Internet. Among these people are many masters in this field. We have agreed
Everyone is getting together in Shanghai, so I would like to invite Mr. Fang to join us."
When Qian Jiali said this, his old eyes shone brightly. What Fang Ming opened to him was a completely unfamiliar but magical door. During this period, he consulted many books and finally knew what his ancestors had left behind.
Things are treasures.
Although Qian Jiali was still pursuing design, he actually didn't have much fun anymore. He just wanted to design some buildings in the hope of leaving a name in the history of architecture in the future, so that people could design this building in advance.
I think of him as a designer.
But the intrusion of Feng Shui gave Qian Jiali a renewed interest in exploration, just like when he first entered the architectural design field when he was young, full of unlimited passion.
The saying "spring blooms when old trees grow" is more appropriate to describe Qian Jiali's current state.
"A gathering of Feng Shui masters?"
Fang Ming was a little surprised. He didn't know what Qian Jiali had been doing during this time, but it was good to be able to break into the circle of Feng Shui masters in such a short period of time.
"Okay, I happen to have nothing to do in the afternoon, so let's go over and take a look."
"It would be best to go with Mr. Fang. There are many masters with many cases attending the party this time. It is difficult to invite them on weekdays."
Qian Jiali's face showed joy, "Mr. Fang, shall we set off now?"
"Okay."
Fang Ming nodded, he also wanted to see what the overall level of the Feng Shui masters in the Magic City was like.
After saying hello to Fang Ming and Luo Jincheng, Fang Ming followed Qian Jiali and left the store. At Qian Jiali's age, it was naturally impossible for him to drive by himself. The driver was a young man in his thirties.
"Teacher, Mr. Fang."
The young man had a humble face. He was one of Qian Jiali's students. After the last incident, Zhou Qi was transferred away by Qian Jiali. However, the man in front of him successfully rose to the position and became Qian Jiali's most admired person.
students.
"Mr. Fang, this is my student Wang Xiulin."
Qian Jiali gave a brief introduction, and Wang Xiulin quickly nodded to Fang Ming with a smile. He got some information from the previous senior brother. Zhou Qihui was transferred by the teacher because of Mr. Fang.
In short, this Mr. Fang is not someone he can offend, unless he does not want to get a doctorate from his teacher.
"Xiulin, Mr. Fang is a man of great knowledge, especially in Feng Shui. He is far better than the teacher and I. You must have enough respect for Mr. Fang."
Hearing his teacher's words, Wang Xiulin showed a respectful look on his face, but he was a little disapproving in his heart. He didn't know what happened to his teacher recently. He actually believed in such superstitious things as Feng Shui and spent so much energy on it.
Research.
Fang Ming glanced at Wang Xiulin, didn't say anything more, just sat in the back row and closed his eyes.
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An hour later, the car stopped in front of an ancient teahouse in the city center.
“This place is nice.”
Seeing this teahouse, Fang Ming's eyes lit up. Both the Magic City and the Capital are super first-tier cities in the country, but they have obviously different styles. The buildings in the Capital maintain a lot of classical feel, while the Magic City
It is completely modern.
In the capital, it is easy to find an old-style teahouse, but it is really not an easy task in the magical city. In addition to high-rise buildings, the magical city has more Western-style buildings and Western garden villas.
What attracted Fang Ming's attention was that the couplet in the teahouse was only written on one side, while the other side was blank.
Appreciate human love among the grass and trees.
This is the top line, but the bottom line is blank.
"Mr. Fang, this first couplet was written by the teahouse owner. It is said to be an ancient couplet, but the second couplet has been lost, so the teahouse owner hung the first couplet here. Anyone who comes in to drink tea can match the second couplet.
, the boss will not only give you valuable tea, but also get a reward of 100,000 yuan."
Seeing Fang Ming staring at the couplets, Qian Jiali explained at the side, but he didn't know how to do couplets. His mind was full of various design drawings and Chinese. To be honest, he was still at the level of ordinary people.
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"This couplet looks very ordinary. Is it so difficult?" Wang Xiulin looked at the couplet and asked with some confusion.
"This couplet looks ordinary, but it is a poem with hidden characters. The combination of the three characters "vegetation" and "人" becomes the word "tea". So the second couplet must also have hidden characters, and it must have something to do with tea.
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Fang Ming saw the hidden meaning of the first couplet. It is not difficult to hide the words in the couplet. What is difficult is to have such an artistic conception when it comes out. If it is just a simple splitting of the words, then dozens or hundreds of second couplets will be easy to imagine.
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The most wonderful thing about this couplet is not only the words, but also the charm in it. Ancient people were not as particular about plants and flowers as modern people. Tea can also be regarded as a kind of grass, and tea needs boiling water to brew, and boiling water needs to be burned with wood.
Finally, the boiled water is used to make tea for people to drink.
While drinking tea, savor the various aspects of life.
This is the artistic conception conveyed by the first couplet. It not only cleverly incorporates the word tea into it, but also expresses the true meaning of drinking tea.
After listening to Fang Ming's explanation, Wang Xiulin's face showed a look of sudden realization. There are so many ways to deal with the first couplet of feelings. No wonder the boss has offered a reward of 100,000 yuan and no one has solved the second couplet yet.
"Mr. Fang is really knowledgeable and talented. In just a moment, he figured out the secret of the first couplet. I just saw that there is a word "tea" hidden in the first couplet."
Qian Jiali on the side flattered him appropriately. Fang Ming smiled and did not answer. Who said that people like Lao Qian who specialize in scientific research have low emotional intelligence? At least Lao Qian is not like this.
"Let's stop bragging here and go in."
Fang Ming took the first step towards the inside of the teahouse and entered the door. A cool breeze blew away, blowing away the sultry air of the hot summer and refreshing his whole body.
It turns out that on both sides of the entrance, there are two walls paved with bluestones, on which water waves slowly flow down, and finally fall into a rockery pond on the ground. There are turtles and swimming fish in the pond.
In the teahouse hall, the sound of the guqin could be heard. A young woman wearing a blue and white cheongsam was playing the qin with her eyebrows lowered, her slender hands plucked the strings, and she played a relaxing tune.
Ancient style, ancient rhyme, ancient music...
All this seems to take people back to ancient times, making people instantly stay away from the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
"Mr. Fang, they haven't arrived yet. Should we wait in the box or..."
"Just wait in this hall. It's just in time to appreciate this teacher's piano skills."
Fang Ming smiled and found a seat to sit down. The cheongsam woman looked up at Fang Ming, smiled slightly, behaved politely and elegantly, and then lowered her eyebrows and played again.
"Okay, let's wait in the lobby."
Qian Jiali was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Fang Ming looking at the woman playing the piano, an expression on his face showed that I understood.
Fang Ming was stunned by Qian Jiali's expression. He suddenly discovered that it seemed that no matter what a person looked like in this world or how big their age gap was, their wretched expression would always be the same.
Across ages, across professions...
However, Fang Ming did not explain, but just enjoyed the sound of the piano, shaking his head slightly from time to time, as if he was listening carefully.
ps; Come on, come on, all the masters, whether Fang Ming can be awesome depends on whether you can come up with the second line. Please leave your calligraphy treasures below this chapter. Once you adopt it, you will be given a piece of old fairy hair.