Chen Qiye has naturally seen the breakthroughs of immortal cultivators. To be precise, in addition to seeing them with his own eyes, he has also experienced them personally.
However, Chen Qiye had never seen such a breakthrough process by a high martial artist. Of course, it was not out of curiosity, but because Tang Dong's cultivation had reached this threshold, he would not sit idly by and ignore it.
What's more, when Jin Shuixiu wanted to kill Jiao Yuyan, Tang Dong stepped forward. Chen Qiye remembered this love, so he would repay it.
When they arrived at the Tang family, Tang Dong, Tang Tao, and Tang Jia were all waiting at the door. It could be said that the most important figures from the three generations of the Tang family had all arrived, which surprised Chen Qiye.
"Mr. Chen, thank you for saving your father's life last time." Tang Tao stood in front of Chen Qiye and bowed.
Last time at the National Martial Arts Hall, as a feudal official in Qingzhou City, he mobilized troops without permission. The impact of this incident was not small. Tang Dong knew the consequences even more, so he asked Tang Tao to leave quickly.
Time was running out, and Tang Tao didn't have time to say much to Chen Qiye. Moreover, given the situation and his status at that time, if he treated Chen Qiye like this, without mentioning his troubles, Chen Qiye would probably be in a lot of trouble.
That's why Tang Tao didn't do anything more and just led his troops to leave.
Today was a private occasion, and it was in the Tang family's own territory, so Tang Tao naturally didn't have too many scruples.
Chen Qiye shook his head and said with a smile: "Secretary Tang is a little too polite now, but I didn't do anything."
In response to Chen Qiye's joke, Tang Tao also shook his head. What kind of secretary? In the eyes of others, he is a frontier official in Qingzhou City and a parent official. He has too much control.
But only Tang Tao knew in his heart that in front of Chen Qiye, these things were not worth mentioning at all.
In the early days, Tang Tao looked down on Chen Qiye at all. From the first time he received treatment, he thought that Chen Qiye was a charlatan who swindled money. But later, Tang Dong's illness was really cured.
Later, Tang Tao realized how terrifying Chen Qiye's abilities were. To be precise, Tang Tao still doesn't know how powerful Chen Qiye is.
Even his own father couldn't see through Chen Qiye at all.
"Mr. Chen is a distinguished guest of my Tang family. How can you stand outside all the time?" Tang Dong made an invitation gesture, "Mr. Chen, come and invite me inside."
Three generations of the Tang family led Chen Qiye into the Tang family. If an outsider didn't know better, they would probably think that the three of them were not the owners of this place, but Chen Qiye was.
Entering the hall of the Tang Family, you will be greeted by an antique atmosphere. Chinese furniture, tea sets, landscape paintings, calligraphy and plaques are all of ancient Chinese style.
Tang Dong said with a smile: "I have been paying attention to health care recently, and I think putting these together can gather energy, which makes Mr. Chen laugh."
Ever since the Nanshan villa was given to Chen Qiye, the Tang family has lived here. From then on, Tang Dong began to like some Chinese landscape calligraphy and painting more. He felt that it was peaceful and far-reaching, and his ambitions were great. He stayed with them all day long, and the whole
People feel a lot more comfortable.
At this moment, Chen Qiye's eyes fell on a copybook in the corner, his eyes were a little obsessed, as if he had seen something very rare.
Tang Dong saw this and said with a smile: "Does Mr. Chen also know calligraphy and painting?"
Chen Qiye shook his head. If he was asked to feel the jewels, he would not be bothered at all. Therefore, Chen Qiye could tell at a glance whether the antiques in the Star Picking Pavilion in Huafeng Mountain were real or fake.
In his eyes, if something is jewel-like, it is naturally true; otherwise, it is false.
But he couldn't tell the authenticity of the calligraphy in front of him, that is, he couldn't feel the brilliance of it. Generally speaking, it must be a fake.
But secretly, Chen Qiye always felt that this copybook was not simple, which made him have the urge to be fascinated.
You know, Chen Qiye is not interested in calligraphy and painting. What's more, if he can become the Immortal Emperor, how can he be easily shaken?
Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him and thousands of troops come to fight, Chen Qiye will not be distracted.
But now just the copybook in front of him has affected Chen Qiye's mood. No matter whether it is precious or not, he can be sure that this copybook is not simple!
Tang Tao did not evade this time, so he explained: "It is rumored that this is a scrap manuscript of a certain ancient Chinese calligrapher. My father liked it, so he had it bought."
"Whose scrap manuscript?" Chen Qiye asked.
When Tang Dong heard this, he immediately stopped talking.
"Haha, let me tell you." Tang Dong smiled and said, "To be honest with Mr. Chen, even the seller doesn't know who the calligrapher is, and there is no private seal engraved on it."
Generally speaking, works that are circulated in the world are definitely not unknown. They will definitely be known to others. At the very least, they will be stamped with a private seal to indicate their identity.
However, since it is a scrap manuscript, it is normal that there is no private seal.
But even Tang Dong didn't know the owner of this scrap manuscript, which surprised Chen Qiye.
Looking at Tang Dong, Chen Qiye asked: "You shouldn't care who the other party is, right?"
Tang Dong nodded, knowing his destiny at the age of seventy. At his age, he no longer valued many "foreign things". As long as he liked it, it didn't matter even if it was written by a child of a few years old.
"Mr. Chen, I actually can't understand this manuscript myself."
After Tang Dong finished speaking, Tang Jia had already taken the manuscript and placed it in front of Chen Qiye.
Before looking at it from a distance, Chen Qiye thought it was cursive script, so he did not read the content carefully. He was just attracted by the inexplicable force. Now looking at the manuscript in front of him, Chen Qiye realized that the calligraphy was not written in cursive script.
In terms of writing, it is obviously more like regular script, with straight lines and strong strokes.
But if you look carefully, you will be confused.
Because the content above is not Chinese characters, nor does it look like Chinese characters.
"Where did you get this manuscript?" Chen Qiye asked.
Chen Qiye didn't say much. In fact, he knew the characters above, but only part of them.
Tang Dong recalled it and said: "I bought it from a picker. At that time, he was robbed and gave all the money he had to him."
"But there was one condition, that is, you couldn't steal his things. Later, I met Tang Dong and saw that he was pitiful, so I bought a few landscape paintings and Chinese characters."
Chen Qiye listened without saying anything, wondering what he was thinking.
"Mr. Chen, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this copybook?" Tang Dong asked with concern.
Tang Dong took Chen Qiye's words very seriously. If the other party said there was something wrong with the copybook, he would never keep it.
Chen Qiye shook his head and said: "There is nothing wrong with this copybook, and it is also a bit mysterious. I would like to make a gracious request, can you give me this copybook?"
Tang Dong was stunned. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but in his eyes, Chen Qiye almost asked for help when he had nothing to do, but he was also kind to other people.
"Okay! Since Mr. Chen likes it, I'll give it to you." Tang Dong naturally doesn't mind, it's just a copybook, how can it compare to Chen Qiye?
"Thank you." Chen Qiye glanced at Tang Dong's living room and said, "As a reward, I will rearrange the layout of your living room to collect wind and energy, and make the Feng Shui of this room better."
Tang Dong took a look at the copybook. He was not a fool. Even someone like Chen Qiye was willing to take the initiative to speak and even gave him more than the same reward.
So how precious is this copybook? (To be continued)