After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan begged to get back together.

"Little friend Qin, if you are really a disciple of Old Man Kongshan, then I dare to ask, where is Old Man Kongshan now?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's like this. I admire his calligraphy very much. The poem "Talking on the Clouds" still fascinates me to this day. I really hope to meet him. I don't know if I can, little friend. Any chance of making an introduction?"

Yu Wenchang looked at Qin Yun expectantly and asked.

In fact, when he said this, Kazuya really admired the old man Kongshan. Even he was amazed by the calligraphy skills of that poem at that time.

The second is that he can also take this opportunity to explore the truth and see if Qin Yun is really the disciple of Old Man Kongshan.

After Yu Wenchang finished speaking, Qin Yun looked at him with a half-smiling expression.

"What's wrong? Little friend Qin, is there something wrong?"

Yu Wenchang asked, a little embarrassed.

Qin Yun smiled lightly, took a sip of tea from the tea cup and said, "No problem, but my master is not here recently. I can help you introduce him when I have the opportunity in the future."

"after?"

Yu Wenchang frowned. He was already prepared to be rejected by Qin Yun, but who expected this kid to give him an ambiguous answer.

He didn’t agree or refuse, he was really a human spirit!

"Hahaha, okay then, I'll just wait for the good news from Little Friend Qin."

Yu Wenchang laughed loudly.

After a simple meal, Qin Yun got up and said goodbye and returned to the hotel.

He is planning to go to Bohai tomorrow without any delay.

After returning to the hotel, Qin Yun washed up and did not plan to practice, but lay down directly to rest.

Not long after he lay down, a flight from Jizhou to Qingzhou slowly landed at Qingzhou Airport.

"master!"

As soon as Mo Chenggui got off the plane, Lan Tian, ​​who had been waiting for him for a long time, immediately greeted him.

Mo Chenggui looked at the apprentice who was walking quickly and nodded: "I already know the matter. Come on, take me to see that kid."

"Master, that boy is with Yu Wenchang!"

Lan Tian said with a bad expression, since Yu Wenchang was not here anyway, he was no longer so polite.

"Oh?"

Mo Chenggui frowned, then took out his cell phone and called Yu Wenchang directly.

At this time, Yu Wenchang had just arrived home, and he was not surprised to receive a call from Mo Chenggui.

After the two chatted for a while, they directly agreed on a place to meet.

On the other side, Zheng Baiqiao also learned of Mo Chenggui's arrival, and took the initiative to invite the two of them to his teahouse.

Shangfeng Tea House.

At this time, the lights are bright.

"Old Mo, long time no see."

Yu Wenchang sat opposite Mo Chenggui and said with a smile.

"Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time since the last national feast."

Mo Chenggui nodded.

Between the two of them, Zheng Baiqiao said nothing, just silently making and pouring tea.

"That's right. Looking back on the last national feast, it was three years ago. If you think about it carefully, the next one will start soon."

Yu Wenchang smiled and nodded.

"Next time, Lao Yu, as the head of Qingzhou Qinglian Bookstore, you should have participated in the meeting to select the venue for this feast, right? So, among the five Qinglian branches, which one was chosen by the main building to hold the banquet? ?”

Mo Chenggui asked.

The National Style Feast is the most influential event in Daxia's literary and Taoist circles. Since ancient times, this feast has been held every three years, attracting talents and beauties from all over the world. It is regarded as the highest-level event in the literary and Taoist circles.

"Well, I attended the meeting and just came back from Shangjing some time ago. However, the location of this national style event has not been decided yet. It will probably only be in the next two days."

Yu Wenchang nodded.

Mo Chenggui sighed slightly: "It's funny to say that Jizhou has been a gathering place for literati and poets since ancient times. Who would have expected that there is not even a branch of Qinglian Bookstore? Lao Yu, if we can choose to hold the event in Qingzhou this time , Brother, I will fully support you!"

Yu Wenchang nodded and said: "If we are really lucky enough to be able to hold it in Qingzhou, your contribution will definitely be indispensable."

After speaking, the two smiled at each other.

"Come, let's have some tea and try my Biluochun."

At this time, Zheng Baiqiao, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. He handed two cups of jade-green tea to the two of them and said.

The two nodded, picked up the tea cups and tasted it carefully.

"Good tea, I didn't expect you, Old Zheng, to have such a collection!"

Yu Wenchang looked at Zheng Baiqiao and said with a smile.

Zheng Baiqiao shook his head slightly: "Although it is good, it is far from the Tea Saint's tea."

"Tea Sage? Haha, that old guy's tea is indeed good. Back then, I wanted to ask him for some, but that old guy just wanted his life and wouldn't give it to me."

Speaking of Tea Sage, Yu Wenchang shook his head helplessly.

"It's normal, Yunwu Tea. Only his Yunwu Villa has that one tea tree. It can make less than a pound of dry tea at most every year. He treats it as a treasure, how can he give it away?"

Mo Chenggui also laughed.

When several people mentioned the Tea Sage, they shook their heads. He was an old guy with nothing to lose.

"Okay, you two are done chatting, let's get down to business."

Zheng Baiqiao chuckled, then changed the topic.

Yu Wenchang and Mo Chenggui, who were originally smiling, also suppressed their smiles.

They stayed up most of the night and gathered here just for the painting during the day.

There is nothing wrong with a fake painting, after all there are so many fakes out there.

But if a fake appeared at the calligraphy and painting exhibition in Lantian, it would be a big problem. This is directly related to Mo Chenggui's reputation.

If the disciple slaps his eyes, how can the master not be implicated?

After all, there were many people staring at them. If they were not careful, they might fall from the altar and be shattered to pieces.

Zheng Baiqiao didn't waste any time. He stood up and took out the "Picture of Clouds and Cranes in Cangshan Mountain" and unfolded it.

As the scroll unfolded, Mo Chenggui just glanced at it and his expression changed.

"Old Mo, do you have anything to say?"

Yu Wenchang looked at Mo Chenggui and asked.

Mo Chenggui's mouth squirmed, and after a long moment he said: "It is indeed not the painting of Old Man Kongshan."

Regarding his answer, Yu Wenchang already had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear Mo Chenggui say it for himself.

"Then take a look at this one again."

Zheng Baiqiao took out "The Immortal Stepping on the Clouds" that Qin Yun painted at that time.

When Mo Chenggui saw this painting, his eyes lit up.

"Isn't this Taunsen included in the National Museum? Why is it here?"

Mo Chenggui asked in surprise.

"What? Do you also think this is the original Tayunxian?" Yu Wenchang and Zheng Baiqiao seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Is not it?"

Mo Chenggui was a little confused.

Ta Yunxian has seen it himself, and it is exactly the same.

"No, this is not the original, but a live painting by a young man who claims to be Old Man Kongshan."

Yu Wenchang nodded.

"It's him? How is this possible!"

Mo Chenggui was shocked again, how could this be possible? Even a direct disciple would not be able to paint a painting exactly the same!

"It seems that Qin Xiaoyou's identity is most likely true."

Yu Wenchang sighed.

After Zheng Baiqiao hung up the two paintings, he said with his hands behind his back: "You two, it doesn't matter if this kind of thing happens to others, but this involves the Painting Saint. Haha, now the outside world has spread, the Painting Saint His disciples actually put up fake paintings for exhibition. Even if word spreads that it won’t have any substantial impact, it will be bad for the reputation.”

Mo Chenggui's expression turned ugly. Of course he knew, otherwise why would he have come here overnight?

"Lantian, come in!"

Mo Chenggui shouted outside the room with a cold face.

Lan Tian, ​​who had been waiting at the door, heard the sound and walked in immediately and asked: "Master, how are you? Is that kid lying?"

Mo Chenggui stared at him without saying a word.

Lan Tian felt a little uncomfortable under Mo Chenggui's gaze, and asked with a guilty conscience: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Lantian, tell me, where did you get this painting?"

Mo Chenggui looked at him and asked.

"As I said, a month ago, when I was collecting scenery at Hengshan Mountain in Jingzhou, I met an old man who called himself Kongshan Old Man. I begged him for it."

Lantian answered quickly.

"Jingzhou, Hengshan..."

Mo Chenggui frowned, as if he understood something, and sighed slightly: "Silly boy, you have been deceived!"

"What? I was cheated!"

When Lan Tian heard this, he couldn't believe it!

How could I be deceived?