Chapter 20 020 Qing Xian enters the temple, the real Liang Ti

When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Xi was still squatting at the door.

She put away her umbrella, looked up lazily at the endless rain, her long hair was casually tied behind her head with an ancient wooden hairpin, the hair on her forehead was wet by the rain mist, and it fell slightly across her cold white cheeks.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, testing, hesitating, lonely, unable to find the way home, accidentally broke into the ink painting.

"You walk very slowly." Bai Xi looked up at him, her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fuli returned the phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, saying casually: "I saw a not-so-smart classmate in your class doing the homework."

"Who is it?" Bai Shi stood up and followed him outside. The training class was full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

How could they not be not-so-smart?

She took the phone, and the red ribbon on her right hand reflected her white jade-like wrist, the color was bright and rich.

"Sit in front of you."

Bai Shi: "......?"

Ning Xiao, who was rumored to be admitted to Jiangjing University this year and was always ranked first or second in the school?

He is not very smart?

Jiang Fuli held an umbrella, his fingers were clearly knuckled, "Why do you want to show the questions to your classmate today?"

"Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Di walked lazily, "four people in a group, I copied one for the other three teammates."

Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the milk tea shop, and Ming Dongheng squatted at the door of the milk tea shop with Jiang He.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the seven-layer five-rubik's cube. The seven-layer five-rubik's cube is a sphere with twelve faces. The speed-twisting formulas are many and complicated, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple and was too lazy to write the formulas for him, so he could only rely on his memory to restore it.

So his movements were terrible to Jiang Fuli, and Jiang Fuli gently looked away.

Jiang He: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.

Bai Mi grabbed his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"

Jiang He grabbed the corner of her clothes, and would never look at Jiang Fuli anyway.

Seeing Jiang Fuli coming, Ming Dongheng stood up and followed him, handing him the red invitation letter in his hand, "Director Chen bought an invitation letter on the black market, and the auction will start at 7 o'clock the day after tomorrow night."

"Are you sure it's an authentic work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside, reached out to take the invitation letter, and was cold and deserted.

"Sure, but the exact source won't be announced until the auction."

Jiang Fuli nodded, leaning against the sofa in the corner with his slender figure, and casually placed the invitation on the table. "What questions did you leave today?"

Bai Fuli handed him the questions, and looked at the familiar invitation -

because Zhang Shize took it to play billiard, there was a clear dent in the middle.

She: "..."

"Don't send this answer to your classmates yet," Jiang Fuli explained to her, picked up the pen, and wrote another question. His tone was indifferent and emotion could not be heard, "Let them think about it first."

**

When Bai Fuli went back, the rain gradually subsided.

Today, Ji Shaorong was still waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.

When she returned, the lights in Ji Heng's yard were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the middle hall.

There was also a beautiful gift on the table.

It was Ren Qian's secretary-general.

"Miss Bai is back," the secretary-general stood up and said goodbye when he saw Bai Ti, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we will have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

It was obvious that he was leaving at the time when Bai Ti would come back.

After everyone left, Ji Shaorong frowned and said, "Dad, I'll just talk to the Ren family, and although the police force in Xiangcheng has been strengthened, it may not be possible..."

"Don't interfere, I'll go ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Ti sat aside, supporting her chin with her hand, waiting for them to finish talking.

Ji Heng lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette. In the smoke, Bai Xi was looking at him without blinking: "..."

"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out directly: "I remembered that I also stewed ginger soup for Ah Xi. I'll go see if it's ready."

It was a rainy day on Saturday. Bai Xi and Jiang He read books in the library again.

They both had things to do on Sunday night.

At 6 pm, when Bai Xi came back from the library, the Ren family's car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street on time to pick her up.

"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the back door, "your grandfather and our husband went to the auction house. Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here. Are you going?"

Bai Di raised her eyes and asked lazily, "Auction house?"

"Yes, there are items for auction of Liang Zewen's disciples today, and your grandfather went too."

Bai Di stopped there for a long while before nodding.

The driver glanced at her and was not surprised at all.

Bai Di sat in the back, her wrists resting loosely on her knees, opened the vocabulary app on her phone and began to memorize English words.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew that this was a member of the Ji family.

But he didn't expect that she didn't feel cramped at all when she sat in this level of business car for the first time.

The car slowly drove into the intersection of Heishui Street.

At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over an official document, and the other party let us go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass to come here, especially today there is an auction, not everyone can come in."

Bai Shi was reciting words without raising her head.

The White Tiger Auction House is at the end of Heishui Street. From a distance, you can see a 20-meter-high stone sculpture of a white tiger lying majestically at the door of the auction house.

There were a lot of people queuing at the entrance.

The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car there from a distance, "Miss Bai, you go to the queue first, and Mr. Ren and the others will go in first. Someone will meet you at the entrance."

Bai Shi got out of the car with headphones on and walked into the crowd.

Mao Kun held a cigarette in his hand and stood at the entrance of the auction house to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

He has yellow hair and a ferocious look. He is notorious in this street. Recently, people heard that the death of the poisonous scorpion was related to him.

There is a very famous and capable Scorpion in Blackwater Street. It is obvious that Mao Kun is not an ordinary person as he can defeat the Scorpion.

His notoriety spreads far and wide, and even the people in the arena are in awe of him.

Today's auction will face VIPs from all over the world, and he was brought here by his godfather to take charge of the scene.

Other people who know him want to stay three meters away from him.

He saw Bai Shi in the crowd as soon as he turned his eyes.

Mao Kun narrowed his eyes, stood up quickly and walked into the crowd.

"Bla——"

A group of wealthy businessmen who were queuing up quickly dispersed.

"Sister," Mao Kun walked to Bai Shi and touched his head naively, "Aren't you not coming? Why are you squeezing with this group of people? I'll take you in from the back."

Mao Kun took Bai Shi in from the VIP channel at the back.

Baihu Auction House is very large and circular, with three floors from top to bottom. The first and second floors are ordinary private rooms, and the third floor is a special private room.

After learning that the private room of the Ren family is on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor. The private room on the first floor is very small, with only a table and a few wooden chairs. He was not very satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, can I help you move to the third floor?"

Bai Shi found a chair by the window and sat down, leaning her elbows lazily on the windowsill. She was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top today, with the light blue buttons neatly fastened. When she raised her hand, her white wrist was exposed, and there was a loose red wristband.

When she sat down, her long skirt covered the entire chair.

"No need." She leaned casually on the windowsill, her almond-shaped eyes slightly drooped, and her charm could not be concealed when she raised them.

Mao Kun did not dare to look at her anymore. He asked someone to serve tea and told Bai Xi to come to him directly if she had any problems. Then he went out again to calm the situation.

It was almost seven o'clock.

There was a sound of entry on the first floor.

Ren Qian was walking in the front outside the door, and Ji Heng was beside him. The two walked towards the private room while talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhuo walked at the end.

"It's been seven years, and we may not be able to find it..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng while the secretary-general helped them push open the door of the private room. The words that Ren Qian was about to say suddenly stopped.

Someone had already arrived in the small private room.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhao also stopped. Ren Wanxuan was even more surprised, "How did you get here first?"

To enter the Baihu Auction House, one must go through a strict queue for security check. They came early, but they still had to wait for nearly two hours before they could enter. Who knew that as soon as they entered, they saw Bai Zhu sitting by the window.

Bai Zhu was reciting words, and one hand was carelessly pressing the screen of her mobile phone. When she heard the voice, she tilted her head lazily, "Grandpa." She

paused for a moment, and then greeted Ren Qian politely. She

didn't get up the whole time.

Ren Wanxuan looked at her impolite appearance, and then looked at Ji Heng who was also sitting there. She couldn't help but sit next to Chen Zhao, squinting her eyes, and slowly uttered two words: "Vulgar."

She was good at etiquette and always looked down on the vulgar behavior of the Ji family.

Chen remained silent. The auction started on time at 7 o'clock. The first item to be auctioned was a red tourmaline.

The beautiful and elegant auctioneer displayed the red tourmaline in the glassware. "Collection-level red tourmaline, 106 carats, starting price 2 million."

People who come here are not short of money, and the price soon reached 3 million.

Ren Qian, who had been talking to Ji Heng, finally stopped. Beside him, the secretary pressed the bid, "3.5 million."

After saying that, he smiled and explained, "Ms. Wanxuan's birthday is coming soon, and President Ren asked me to pick an item for her birthday."

While speaking, he suddenly saw the white peony, and the secretary suddenly coughed and stopped talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhao were sitting on one side. It was their first time to come to the auction house. They couldn't calm down and were studying the things in the auction house. When they heard the secretary-general's voice, Ren Wanxuan said indifferently, "Why do you always buy these? I haven't worn the ones I bought last time."

The secretary-general smiled and said no more, "Of course I want them."

"700." A dull voice sounded from the third floor.

Hearing this voice, Bai Zhu couldn't help but look at the third floor.

Why does it look so much like a paramecium?

The price was raised from 500 to 7 million.

7 million, this is not particularly expensive for a collection-level red tourmaline.

But it has exceeded the Ren family's estimate. The secretary-general looked at Ren Qian inquiringly.

Ren Qian shook his head, "Forget it, the VIP on the third floor, no one should compete with them."

Their Ren family did not have the capital to compete with them.

The red tourmaline was won by the third floor.

The auction items came one after another, Bai Mi didn't care anymore, and the box on the third floor didn't say anything.

In the middle, Ren Qian bid for another calligraphy.

Until the last auction item appeared, everyone, including Ji Heng, sat up straight and stared at the auction table.

Ren Wanxuan also stopped posting photos in the group.

Half past nine.

The tall auctioneer in a Chinese-style long skirt smiled elegantly: "I know why everyone is here. Believe me, this time the finale of the auction will never let you down."

As she said, she reached out and lifted the red cloth behind her.

A carefully preserved mounted calligraphy appeared in front of everyone. It was a poem written in a carefree manner:

[Where the old general's soul has returned, I am drunk today.

The long pavilion is ten miles short, and the blood in the cold armor is hard to cool.

This time I will take a detour, and the green rope will lead me into the temple.

The long spear rises against the waves, and the pen is sharp.

——"Sending off the Army at the Long Pavilion"]

This poem does not have many words, but each word is raised and pressed slowly and quickly, with hidden edges and sparse and dense strokes, straight and odd, curved and straight, and free and unrestrained after the pen has penetrated three points into the wood. Each word leaps onto the paper, full of vitality as if carrying the warmth of life.

Behind him, Ren Wanxuan said in amazement: "The green thread enters the temple... So this is the Liang style."

No one can feel the vitality coming at her face better than the auctioneer. For a moment, she seems to see the woman in white clothes freely writing and finishing her work in one go.

"Because the font is Liang style and the signature is Liang Zewen's private seal, our auction house thought it was Liang's handwriting," the auctioneer took a deep breath, she pulled away from the emotion, and said seriously, "Later, after being identified by historians, this poem was written to Bai Chongyu by his sister when he joined the army. We all know the great historical general Bai Chongyu. He was the first place in the imperial examination at the age of 15 and the first place in the imperial examination at the age of 18. After his father died, he gave up writing at the age of 20 to join the army and went to the battlefield. His sister hoped that he could return home safely and write in front of the palace again. Later, because he did not come back, she wanted to throw away the calligraphy, but according to historical records, it was picked up by her teacher. It can be said that Liang Zewen left us this only calligraphy work, which is of great historical collection significance..."

The auctioneer was still talking in detail.

In the private room, Bai Shi rested her chin on the windowsill, quietly looking at the almost yellowed mounted calligraphy.

The original work from a thousand years ago has been preserved until now, and it seems that one can glimpse the romance of a thousand years ago through the words.

When she heard the starting price of 50 million: "..."

She was so serious that she didn't hear Ji Heng calling her several times.

Ren Qian had a good impression of Bai Shi. Seeing her staring at the calligraphy, he smiled and said with surprise, "Student Bai, do you also study Liang style? How much do you think this calligraphy will be sold for in the end?"

Hearing Ren Qian's words, Ren Wanxuan also came back to her senses, and she glanced at Bai Shi.

I don't understand why Ren Qian asked Bai Xi this question. This Ji family member doesn't look like someone who can study Liang style.

Bai Xi tilted her head, she withdrew her gaze from the mounted calligraphy, and lazily recited the words again, "The calligraphy is not strong enough. She was young when she wrote it, and her wrist strength was not practiced enough. The starting price is too high."

"The starting price is too high?" Ren Wanxuan was originally unhappy because Ren Qian valued Bai Di so much. He also invited the Ji family to the auction. But Bai Di pretended to know everything. Now even Liang Zewen's apprentice dared to comment on her casually, "Do you know who she is? Not to mention her other achievements, half of the calligraphy world are her fans. You can't write one-tenth of this even if you practice for a hundred years, and you don't have enough wrist strength. If you don't understand, can't you go back and read more books?"

This article is half fictional. The Bai family brothers and sisters are both talented in literature and martial arts. It's a pity. I don't study literature, so I can't write about the myriad talents of Di Di. Therefore, I heard that mature readers will imagine it by themselves.

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"Rebirth: I Want to Learn Literature", good night.