"Lu Dongbin...self-portrait?"

After listening to the care, Qi Xiang was unmoved, but when he heard these keywords, he opened his eyes instantly, looked up, and asked, "Really? False?"

Who is Lu Dongbin? Qi Xiang is naturally so familiar with him that he can’t be more familiar with him.

You know, in addition to his previous accumulation, he was able to regain his cultivation. In addition to his previous accumulation, he also had the inheritance of Lu Zu. This reinvention of grace was at least half of Lu Zu's contribution.

Even if he calls himself a descendant of Lu Zu, he is not considered wearing a tiger's skin and tying a big banner.

Therefore, he respects Lu Zu very much.

Now, when he heard that there was a self-portrait of Lu Zu, he must be a little surprised... Undeniable, he was still a little moved.

He didn't hear that Lu Zu's self-portraits were circulated.

Of course, it may not be possible.

After all, in the legend, Lu Zu stayed in Yueyang several times, and seemed to love the scenery of Dongting Lake. He often traced and exposed traces, leaving many allusions.

As a Confucian scholar first, then practice Taoism, and then play with the gods on earth, it seems that it is not strange to draw a self-portrait for himself with Lu Zu's personality of showing off.

It may not be a self-portrait. It may be that an ancient literati painter who also met Lu Zu and drew him. Then the painting was passed down from generation to generation, until now...

However, Qi Xiang didn't know whether the painting was true or false.

"Really, absolutely true."

Qi Xiang finally reacted. She was obviously interested in the painting and was very happy to take care of her. She naturally knew to meet her preferences. She quickly swears outside: "That is a painting from the Song Dynasty, and it is absolutely impossible to fake."

Well, he didn't lie either. That was indeed Song Hua, and this was not fake.

As for whether the person in the painting is Lu Dongbin, and whether the author of the painting is Lu Dongbin himself, that is a controversial matter.

However, what is certain is that from the analysis of the material and ink of the painting, the age of the painting can be determined, which was during the Northern Song Dynasty.

It is difficult to preserve calligraphy and painting, and if you are not careful, it will be ruined.

From the Song Dynasty to the present, it has a history of thousands of years. After a thousand years, after the change of dynasties, the erosion of water and fire, disasters of rats and ants, and unpredictable risks and man-made disasters.

It is really not easy for a painting to be passed down.

Therefore, it is understandable that the prices of high-quality works by famous artists are hundreds of millions of dollars.

Even if it is an anonymous painting, even if the fine brushwork is average, just by measuring the age, someone is certainly willing to spend tens of millions to buy it back and collect it.

Of course, what Qi Xiang cares about is not how much the thing is worth. He just wanted to know whether the painting is really related to Lu Dongbin. If it doesn't matter, don't mention everything.

If it's related...

Will it hide any mystery like the Hundred Character Monument?

Thinking of this, Qi Xiang couldn't sit still. She stood up and walked to the door. She looked up and down and asked politely: "Boss Guan, what club are you talking about?"

“Private club.”

Guan Zhao smiled and said, "The place is a bit off and no one introduces it. You can't get in. Little brother, how about it? Let's have breakfast together?"

Qi Xiang turned her eyes and nodded, "It's good..."

He knew exactly what Guan Cao was thinking about.

It’s just a candy-coated shell. He just needs to eat the candy-coated shell and return it. If it really doesn’t work, he can cross the river and tear the bridge and kill the donkey. He can do this in minutes.

If Guan Xiu knew that Qi Xiang was ready to refuse to admit his account, he would probably not be as enthusiastic as he is now.

When Qi Xiang opened the door and went out, Guan Guan turned around and shouted: "Car..."

In a moment, a big rush drove silently.

As soon as the car door opened, Guan Shu reached out and pointed it out, and said with a smile: "Brother, please!"

Qi Xiang got into the carriage, and the first impression was that the space in the carriage was really spacious enough.

This is normal. After all, the body that is cared for is definitely not enough for ordinary cars. As a big boss, driving a big car is normal and there is nothing wrong with it.

And to be honest, after seeing the fact that the car mat was sinking a few inches after sitting down, Qi Xiang also had to doubt whether the ordinary car would fall apart if he had been seated for a long time...

Guan Zhao didn’t know Qi Xiang’s heart and continued to make friends with a smile: “Little brother, are you interested in calligraphy and painting?”

"almost."

Qi Xiang was vague: "It depends on the situation in detail."

“That’s true.”

According to my own understanding, I deeply agree with it: "It is really too broad to collect this category. People have limited energy. If you specialize in playing a certain category, it is enough to study for a lifetime."

"Like me, I specialize in porcelain. Moreover, I only collect Ming and Qing porcelain."

Care and talk: "The main reason is that the porcelain from these two dynasties is not only fine, but also not far from the age, and there are many things passed down. As long as you spend some thoughts, you can always collect some, and the sense of accomplishment is easier to satisfy."

"Unlike Yuan blue and white porcelain and Song porcelain, it is too rare and expensive."

I was familiar with it, and I kept talking nonstop. In fact, this is also a way to avoid embarrassment. Otherwise, the two of them would sit still and no one would talk, and they would probably be suffocated to death.

Qi Xiang also understood this truth, so he nodded from time to time and agreed with the previous sentence or two.

In addition, Qi Xiang also noticed that the huge car shuttled through the city roads. After taking a few roads, he turned into a very quiet place.

Here, there are many trees and green leaves.

It can be seen that the trees here are not green plants that have just been transplanted, but old trees that have grown for many years.

The trees are basically as thick as buckets, with lush branches and leaves, and the crowns are like covers. The crowns of some trees are connected together to form a greenhouse.

Under the shade of the shed, there were stone tables and stone benches. Some retired old men sat around in groups of three or five, playing chess, playing cards, drinking tea and chatting. It was so pleasant.

A street is separated by two worlds.

Outside, there were busy office workers, fast pace, busy and very noisy.

This is a quiet old street, and time seems to slow down suddenly. Even the car passed by here became light and silent, slowly sliding by...

The streets of the old street are also relatively small.

The huge cars almost occupied the entire street. Fortunately, there were no vehicles and pedestrians here, so there would be no collisions and frictions.

Driven by a road that is several hundred meters long, the driver stopped.

"Brother, here."

At the same time, Guan Guan opened the car door and greeted: "Let's go down."

"Um?"

Qi Xiang followed suit and got off the car, then looked at the situation around him.

I saw that there were houses here, with ups and downs and scattered in an orderly manner.
Chapter completed!