To be praised by such a master of art, Old Guo felt as if he had eaten the best honey and the most beautiful wine.
He felt that the old man was praising him.
I didn't make the fan, so what? But my brother did it! It was also excavated by us. Otherwise, the treasure would still be covered in dust.
Zhou Yixian gently stroked the fan ribs.""Tsk tsk, this kind of craftsmanship is even more exquisite than the masterpieces of the previous dynasty that I collected. It's really amazing.”
"Are you sure that the youngster on TV really did it?" he asked, looking at Old Guo. This kind of work could not be done without decades of effort.”
"Yeah." Old Guo nodded.
"You saw him make a fan with your own eyes?"
"That's not true. However, to be honest, we have been in the martial world for so many years. Whether a young man is lying or not and whether he has the strength or not, isn't it obvious at a glance? You haven't seen him in person. That bearing, that demeanor, it's amazing.”
Zhou Yi first touched his fan." Then I'll have to see it if I have the chance. Is this really mulberry paper?"”
"Take a look for yourself. To be honest, I can only have an ambiguous feeling. Whether it's true or not depends on an expert like you.”
Zhou Yixian shook his head and smiled.""You're scolding me. Expert or not…Hmm!!!!”
With a sound of " hmm ", Zhou Yixian plunged his head into the fan as if he wanted to pierce through the fan with his nose.
He carefully sniffed the fan. After a long while, he raised his head. His face, which had been through the ages, was actually a little pale.
"This paper…is mulberry bark paper, but…"
"But mulberry bark paper isn't this white, nor is it this fine…" Old Guo continued.
"Yes, a thousand years ago, mulberry bark paper was like this!”Zhou Yixian let out a long sigh." The loss of the mulberry bark paper making process didn't suddenly start in modern times. It took a long time. It slowly went from more than 70 processes to the current 30 to 40 processes. If I'm not wrong, this piece of mulberry bark paper has at least 65 processes. Otherwise, it would definitely not be so delicate!”
"Why else would I say that you're an expert?" Old Guo gave him a thumbs up. My little friend said that there are a total of 72 steps!”
"That's right! Tsk tsk, such a good piece of paper. It really made people want to paint on it. Also, how long had the words been written on the fan?”
"About a month."
" What?!" "How long did you say?" Zhou Yixian widened his eyes.!”
"One month! I wrote it on that show!"
" This... the ink is as bright as the moon, and the handwriting is as good as new. This ink..." Zhou Yixian sniffed again.
"It should be the best pine smoke ink. My little friend is very particular about everything. Not only ink, but his brush and inkstone are also extraordinary, making people envious.”
"This isn't ordinary Pine Smoke Ink…There are many other special ingredients added to it. If I'm not wrong, this should be a piece of Xin 'an Incense Ink!”
"Xin 'an Xiangmo? What is it?" Old Guo was stunned. He had read many ancient books, but he had actually encountered a new term.
"This ink has another name, you must have heard of it before-Li Tinggui ink!”
"Li Tingguimo? Wasn't that the tribute ink of the previous dynasties?!”
"Yes, Li Tinggui was a famous ink maker in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Both his father and son were imperial craftsmen. The ink they made was as hard as jade and had patterns like rhinoceros horns. It had been praised as the best by scholars since the Song Dynasty. The Clear Heart Hall paper, Li Tinggui ink, and Dragon Tail Stone Inkstone of the Latter Ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty were collectively known as the three crowns of the study room. Someone once commented that Li Tinggui's ink was strong enough to cut wood and could not be damaged for several months in water. However, after the Song Dynasty, as the art was lost, a piece of ink was worth more than ten thousand gold!”
"What does his ink look like?”
" It's black and shiny," Old Guo tried his best to recall." It's like obsidian. I was wondering why it was so shiny with a piece of ink…"
"Not bad, not bad! It must be a secret treasure of his family! Quick, follow me!"
After saying that, she pulled Old Guo and walked out.
"Elder Zhou, where are you taking me? I still have something to do this afternoon…"
"Follow me, I'll bring you to see someone!”
"See who?"
"My father!"
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Old Guo sat in the car heading to the outskirts of Tianjing, at a loss.
He was used to seeing big events in the martial world, so he felt uneasy at this moment.
There was no other reason than that the person he met was too powerful.
Zhou Bingnan was known as the best painter in modern China. Even a few leaders had asked him for calligraphy and paintings.
He even wanted to take him as his master and learn how to write.
During the war, because the old man was unwilling to paint for the enemy, he once broke his right hand and paid the price of his entire painting career. He did not paint for nearly ten years and was known as the backbone of China's nine provinces.
The paintings circulating in the world now were easily worth tens of millions.
It was more valuable than many ancient paintings.
Someone once joked that no one could ask Zhou Bingnan to scribble a few strokes now. Even three generations would not be able to finish it.
He also said that the old master was still alive. Once he returned, all his works would double!
His status was obvious.
Old Guo couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw such a person.
Zhou Yixian sat opposite Old Guo and smiled."Don't be nervous. The old master hasn't seen outsiders for more than ten years. Usually, he only hangs out with some old friends. In recent years, those friends have either left or fallen ill. They haven't seen anyone other than me and Second Mother.”
"Now that you mention it, guess what?" Old Guo said with a bitter face. I'm even more nervous now…"
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The car drove around and stopped at a small courtyard in the countryside.
This small courtyard was simple and elegant. There were two old wooden doors and lush trees all around.
In front of the door was a grape rack used to cool down, and under the rack was a bamboo and rattan recliner.
This was the outskirts of Tianjing!
Within a few kilometers, there were no buildings or construction sites!
One could see how noble the owner of this courtyard was.
The car stopped a hundred meters away from the courtyard.
Zhou Yi led Old Guo on foot.
As he walked, he said," The country had originally arranged for people to protect the old master here. In the past few years, the old master has grown old. He is afraid of noise, so he withdrew."”
When Old Guo heard this, he took a deep breath.
Fine, this place was once a restricted area.
"It turns out that you have to register. These few years have been very peaceful, so we have to go through all these red tape.”
Zhou Yixian gently knocked on the wooden door.
The door creaked open.
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