In the teahouse.
The furnishings were simple and simple.
There was no fragrance in the surroundings, but it was filled with the faint fragrance of tea, making one's mind calm.
Opposite Wei Liao, the two elders were playing chess and did not notice his arrival.
Wei Liao could tell with a single glance that these two elders were not his master Guigu 'zi.
Even though that white-haired old man had the demeanor of an otherworldly expert.
However, his teacher, Guigu 'zi, did not have such an appearance and temperament.
It seemed that the king's expectations were dashed.
However, Wei Liao's trip might not be fruitless.
He wanted to go and watch the game immediately, but he was first attracted by a copybook.
That's right!
Calligraphy!
It wasn't a bamboo scroll, but words on a Xuan paper.
This was a rare item that he had never seen before, and Wei Liao immediately sensed that this teahouse was extraordinary!
"I don't envy the golden cup or the white jade cup. Do not envy the morning into the province, do not envy the evening on the stage. Thousands of envy of the West River water, once came down to Jinling City.”
Wei Liao silently finished reciting the poem. A person who did not envy wealth and honor, but was extremely grateful for his hometown, appeared in his heart.
The artistic conception of this poem was undoubtedly excellent.
However, from the perspective of style, it did not seem to belong to any of the seven kingdoms or the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
This poem was actually... of its own!!？
"Good poem, good poem. It's really a quatrain!”
The more Wei Liao read it, the more he felt that the poem was interesting.
He had once studied under Guigu 'zi, and that experience was unforgettable.
Now, Wei Liao had wealth and glory, but he was far away from his hometown and had not seen his teacher for more than ten years.
Now that he was expressing his feelings, it was inevitable that he would feel sad because of the poem.
"Shopkeeper, how much is this calligraphy?"
"Not selling!"
Ye Yu said without raising his head.
The poem that had just been hung up in the tea shop was called the Song of Six Envy. It was written by the tea saint of the Tang Dynasty: It was written by Lu Yu!
During the Warring States Period, the poems of the Tang Dynasty were regarded as quatrains at a glance?
Ye Yu couldn't believe it!
This wretched middle-aged scholar who came in was obviously not coveting his poems, but his Xuan paper!
How could this little trick fool him?
He wouldn't sell any Xuan paper or poems.
With exclusive copyright, he might be able to make a small fortune in the future.
Suddenly!
"I offer 1000 gold taels!"
Wei Liao said firmly!
Ye Yu's body trembled when he heard this. Oh my god, it seems that this is also an extra large " wealth giver "!
At this moment.
"Sir, Old Ye said he's not selling it, so you don't have to talk nonsense." If he really sells it, it won't be your turn. This old man is willing to pay double the price to buy this copybook. Unfortunately, this is not for sale…"
"Hey! I…"
Ye Yu opened his mouth, saying that if Old Yellow was willing to pay two thousand gold taels for it.
He would really consider it.
After all, it was just a piece of calligraphy.
As for Xuan paper, even if he sold it, it would be impossible for anyone to make imitation paper.
Unless he personally guided them from the side.
Old Huang: " Old Ye, you don't have to say much. The words are in the shop. We're all old friends. I understand you."”
Ye Yu was speechless.
What do you know about hammers? The cooked 1000 gold taels is gone!
However, he wasn't really short of money now, so it didn't matter whether he did it or not.
"Old Huang, hurry up and focus on playing chess. If you get distracted, you'll lose again.”
"I'm here. Don't rush me."
The two of them continued to fight on the chessboard.
Wei Liao looked back at the copybook three times with every step he took. It was a pity that it wasn't for sale!
He sat down beside the chessboard.
As the saying goes, one doesn't speak while watching chess.
Two people went down, and one person watched.
In the middle, Ye Yu brewed a pot of tea for Wei Liao. His smooth movements made Wei Liao gasp in admiration.
However, Wei Liao was used to not changing his expression even if the sky collapsed.
As such, when Wei Liao was tasting the tea, he did not show it, even though he was feeling a wave of shock in his heart.
Good tea…just like that poem!
They were all peerless!
Wei Liao enjoyed the Zhengping Rock Tea.
Unknowingly.
The game of chess had entered its final stage.
The winner was still Ye Yu. In terms of chess skills, Old Yellow was far inferior to Ye Yu.
The two of them were on completely different levels.
Therefore, Old Huang had never won a single game of chess in over a hundred games.
Or rather, it was not that Old Yellow was too weak, but that Ye Yu was too strong!
"Why don't…I try?"
Wei Liao expressed that he was the successor of Phantom Valley and was definitely qualified to compete with Ye Yu.
Ye Yu immediately nodded and said,"Alright!" Ten gold for one…"
Ye Yu was about to say that he would kill this wretched middle-aged scholar for ten gold coins per plate, but in the end…
"Sir, I advise you not to humiliate yourself." Play two games with me first, and you'll know that Old Ye's chess skills are comparable to the Chess Saint!”
Ye Yu gritted his teeth." Thank you, Old Huang. You helped me protect the reputation of the Chess Saint!"”
"It's my duty as a friend," Old Huang said with a sincere smile.”
Wei Liao was speechless.
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