"What are you arguing? Who are you asking to get out?" Several young men in China walked over with folding fans. Seeing that there was a lot of fun here, they hurried over to join in the fun.

"There is a guy from the countryside who claims to be a martial artist and came to celebrate the birthday of the old man, but he gave him a fake painting made by Dong Qichang in the name of the name. Now everyone is asking him to get out." A young man who knew him introduced the situation to the latecomer.

"Which martial artist is from the countryside? I can't hear the word "wusheng" the most. Let me see." Among the latecomers, a fat fat man who was as fat as a ball, immediately became angry when he heard about the martial artist. He quickly pulled out the crowd and squeezed forward. When he saw it, he couldn't help but be angry and happy. "You thief, you actually met me here. It's really not like the mountains and rivers, and there are meetings everywhere."

"Brother Gang, you know this person."

"Of course I know it, not only know it." The fat man grinned, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his chin, which was still a vague pain.

"It's really a happy meeting in life!" The fat man felt anger in his heart when he thought of the face he had lost in the tea shop halfway. He originally thought that he would not have a chance to get the face he lost because he had lost, but he was unhappy in his retribution and he found this guy again so soon.

Liu Jun stood there and looked at the sarcasm of the crowd. For him, he didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, but he felt that the painting was very artistic.

He didn't know the name of Xiangguang, but he must know Dong Qichang's name, which was considered the most famous calligraphy and painting master in the Ming Dynasty. However, everyone present said that Dong Jichang had never painted this painting, and Liu Jun did not know the authenticity. Even before opening this painting, he had no idea what the painting the old man gave him was.

Suddenly, one person shouted loudly, "Dear Liu friends, listen."

"I'm having some holidays with this guy who wants to get into the birthday party with fake paintings. Now I have to calculate it. Please give it up."

Everyone who lined up at the door waiting to give gifts was greatly surprised.

Someone asked, "Who is this?"

"Seventh Master of Marshal Liu."

"Why haven't you seen it before?"

"The concubine Liu Dashui took in the capital has been born in the capital. He has been in the capital. I heard that he seems to be studying in the Imperial College."

People all made way for a passage. Liu Qiao's seventh son, the fat man who had been cleaned up by Liu Jun on the road, walked over proudly, followed by a group of young men, and seventeen or eighteen big men.

These big men are dressed in short clothes, dressed in blue and black boots, holding short sticks with eyebrows in their hands.

The fat man bowed to his left and right, "Dear friends, don't blame me for disturbing me, I'll be here to accompany you."

As he said that, he clasped his fists from left to right, and then bowed from right to left, and then smiled brightly at Liu Jun, "Little thief, you really don't go in heaven, and you can break in hell. You were afraid that you would never have thought that we would meet again so soon."

The audience was a little surprised, not knowing why Mr. Liu Qi had any grudges with this young man. But obviously, the young man was in trouble, and many people were waiting to watch the show with gloating.

The fat man whispered to Liu Jun, "Little thief, you are arrogant and proud on the road this afternoon, why don't you continue to be arrogant now?"

A few of the other young men were beaten by Liu Jun on the road before and shouted, "Little thief, aren't you very good at fighting? Why are you a turtle now? Why are you going to show off your fists and feet again?"

The fat man said proudly, "This little thief is good. Otherwise, you will compete with my servants. No matter whether you lose or win or lose, you offend me before, and you will come to the Liu family to cheat. I will let you leave."

The fat man had already calculated that the dozen strong men under his command were not ordinary people, they were all young and strong servants of the Liu family. No matter how hard this kid was, he could beat more than a dozen people by two fists and four hands. He could beat him one by one. He just took this opportunity to repair this little thief and let out anger in his heart. If there weren't too many people here, he wouldn't have spared this guy so easily.

But after waiting for a while, I still didn't hear the little thief's response.

Liu Jun was not afraid at this time, but just felt a little depressed. He worked hard all the way to come to the Liu family to recognize their relatives, and wanted to gain some money, but he didn't want the fat man who was not happy on the way before, but was actually Liu Qiao's seventh son. They were still cousins. This really caused the Dragon King Temple to be flooded, and the whole family would not recognize him.

After thinking about it, Liu Jun said, "It was just a misunderstanding before. I hope it can turn war into jade and make peace the most important."

The fat man stepped forward a few steps, approached Liu Jun, and said viciously in his ear, "When you beat me in the tea shop before, why didn't you say that peace is the most important thing? Now you admit defeat? Okay, fight with my subordinates, no matter what wins or loses, I'll forget it."

Liu Jun would never believe this. The other party had seventeen or eighteen subordinates who were like wolves and tigers. No matter how good his martial arts skills were, he might be able to deal with three or five of them by one person. If he wanted to deal with seventeen or eighteen, it would be a myth.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a clear voice suddenly said, "What are you doing?"

As the sound rang out, a young man came over.

I examined a young man dressed in a simple and elegant dress, wearing a moon-white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand. Although his outfits were roughly the same as those of the previous group of young men, he gave people a completely different feeling. The fat man held a folding fan, which only gave people a sense of being a playboy, while the young man held a folding fan, felt a sense of being out of the way.

"What a handsome young man."

One man murmured.

"This is the nephew of the four ministers, Mr. Li, and Mr. Chunjiang."

"Mr. Chunjiang? Is Mr. Chunjiang, the nephew of Mr. Chunjiang?" Everyone was even more shocked when they heard this name. People said, "Mr. Chunjiang was named a child prodigy when he was young. At the age of twelve, he was the first in the county examination and the junior and senior high school entrance examination. He won three yuan in junior and senior high school entrance examinations. Unfortunately, when the exam was approaching, Mr. Chunjiang was unwell and could not participate. Otherwise, everyone said that Mr. Chunjiang would probably still be able to win the metropolitan area. If he won the top scorer in the palace examination, he would win the three yuan and six consecutive days."

"I'll be able to try next year. Shouldn't Mr. Chunjiang prepare for a big competition in Beijing?"

"I heard that Mr. Li is in poor health recently, so Mr. Chunjiang specially rushed back from the capital to visit him."

Someone explained, "Mr. Chunjiang is the most talented and famous, but he is also very filial. His father is Mr. Li's third brother. Mr. Li is a vacancie, so he naturally rushed back as soon as possible. The four major families of Mei, Li, Zhou and Liu are married and have relatives. Now that Mr. Liu's birthday is on his birthday, he will definitely come to participate when he comes back."

When it comes to the name of Mr. Chunjiang, most of them can't help but praise him, a genius figure. His uncle Li Changgeng was named the Minister of the Four Ministry of the Ministry of Personnel. He served as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel in the court and finally retired from the position of Minister of Personnel. In Macheng, he can be said to be a very respected figure among the villagers. Li Chunjiang is unanimously considered by everyone to be the most promising handsome man in the new generation of the Li family.

Although Liu Qi was very high-profile just now, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he saw Li Chunjiang. Although this is the Liu family and he is the young master of the Liu family, his weight is far less than that of Li Chunjiang.

The fat man Liu Gang was embarrassed to tell him the arrogantly being beaten halfway, but he just smiled and walked up to Li Chunjiang and said that Liu Jun was holding a fake painting to cheat and wanted to sneak into the Liu family's birthday party.

"A fake painting that borrows Dong Qichang's name?" Li Chunjiang looked at Liu Jun and saw that Liu Jun was not the kind of slutty person. He stood there upright, and said, "Where is the painting, come and see it."

Everyone knows that Chunjiang Gongzi not only did good writings in the times, but also had both outstanding poetry and painting. He wrote good poetry and calligraphy and painting.

Someone took the painting over and unfolded it in front of Li Chunjiang.

When Li Chunjiang saw the painting, his face was a little surprised. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Liu Jun again.

"This is true." Li Chunjiang carefully examined it for a long time and said leisurely.

"What?" the fat man said in surprise, "Brother Gong Ji, please see it clearly."

"No need to see it. I can assure you that this painting is indeed the original work of Mr. Dong Qichang." Li Chunjiang said slowly, "Most people have never seen this painting, or even heard of it. This picture of snow clearing in the mountains was written by Dong Xuanzai two years ago, that is, the work of the year of his death. Therefore, this painting is actually Dong Xuanzai's last masterpiece. I had the honor to have seen this painting before, and this painting is indeed a straight trace."

When the fat man heard Li Chunjiang's words, he believed most of them. However, he felt something was wrong.

"If this is really Dong Qichang's straight story or a peerless work, wouldn't it be very precious?"

Li Chunjiang smiled and said, "Precious? Of course, this is precious. In the eyes of the people you like, this painting is not worth a thousand gold. And the longer this painting is, the more precious it will be."

Li Chunjiang pointed to the scroll with appreciation and said, "Look at this painting, the mountains, forests and valleys are endless. The mountains and ridges on the right are full of majestic momentum. There are many secluded valleys in the middle, with cliffs standing, villages, jungles, flowing springs, and mountain paths, staggered and mixed, but not chaotic; the river is tortuous and ups and downs, and even if there are dry rocks and valleys, there is no feeling of hindrance."

"The clouds and smoke on the left are filled with trees and stones. The road is far away and the mountains are heavy, and the hidden people are faint and unpredictable, and the meaning is endless. The picture uses a thirsty pen to tie the peaks and mountains, and the rubbing is extremely accurate and flexible, while the lines flow lightly and densely. The concave and darkness of the mountain and hills are completed with huge moss and layers of rendering with light ink and straight brush. The techniques are proficient and impeccable. The artistic conception is simple and profound, and it has the poetic meaning of "birds flying across the mountains and disappearing in thousands of paths."

"The whole picture uses a sophisticated and clumsy brushstrokes, with a skillful bone strength, and a fresh and moist ink, which eliminates sweetness and vulgarity. Use sparse brushstrokes to draw a landscape that is condensed and distant. The endings of the scrolls are lined with regular script and postscripts, with beautiful and vigorous style, making this picture full of bookish spirit, cheerful and elegant, and has its own style."

Li Xiangjiang finally praised, "Dong Xiangguang is full of knowledge, so he can have clear and moist brushwork, the mountains are as clear as washing, quiet and deep, and no dust."

The fat man didn't understand Li Xiangjiang's comments at all, but he heard a sentence, that is, this painting is really Dong Qichang's masterpiece, and it is also a peerless masterpiece, worth a thousand gold.
Chapter completed!