Chapter 2482

"Yes, I have nothing to do to paint. What do you think?"

"Can I tell the truth?"

"Just tell me."

I pointed to a painting on the wall and said: "This painting of hibiscus and golden pheasants is so lifelike and can be seen through the back of the paper. It uses no less than ten ancient techniques. These inscriptions are made of iron paintings and silver hooks. They are free and unrestrained. I think the style should be imitated." It belongs to Song Huizong Zhao Ji."

He immediately laughed and said: "Haha, what I drew was obviously a sketch of a hen eating, but you said it was a picture of a golden pheasant. You young man is really good at flattering me."

"I'm over half my age. I don't care about sex or money. I only have two hobbies: drinking and appreciating paintings. I knew some boxing and kicking skills in my early years, but later I picked up a hamstring when I was fighting with others."

I said, "Brother, your accent is from the north, so why did you settle in Chun'an?"

He sat cross-legged on the ground, burped and said, "I'm not settling here anymore, I'm just looking for someone to pass by here."

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the person who sold me fake paintings back then."

He wiped his face, pointed two fingers at me and said: "It has been more than twenty years. It has been more than twenty years since a high imitation of Tang Bohu's painting made me bankrupt and lose all my face. I found out that this painting is The ghost hand of Cemen is copied by Xu Xiaobo, so I will find the ghost hand of Cemen even if I travel all over the world."

I couldn't close my mouth when I heard it.

Isn't Xu Xiaobo the old man who was imprisoned in the mental hospital? Before he died, he also told me a treasure-hiding poem, saying that a group of his heritage treasures were hidden in a place opposite Bailu Community in Nanjing.

Cemen deceived many painting masters back then, and the ancient paintings they imitated are still on display in major museums. I came to my senses and said, "It's been so many years, why are you so persistent? Cemen's ghost might have been there long ago." He will die of old age.”

"Impossible! The ghost-hand Xu Xiaobo is definitely not dead! I used his birthday and horoscope to calculate with the Match God! He is still alive and well!"

Of course I know the Match God in Shijiazhuang, Hebei Province. He is the top figure in the fortune-telling world today. He has helped countless people escape and change their fortunes in his life. His ability is no less than that of Jingmen. The difference between the two is Jingmen. He does not tell fortunes for ordinary people, but the God of Matches specializes in telling fortunes for ordinary people.

Match God said that if Ghost Hand Xu Xiaobo is not dead, then he is not dead, but there is a timeline issue involved.

I asked: "When did the God of Matches help you calculate?"

"It was about five years ago," he recalled.

I thought to myself, this is right. Xu Xiaobo died a year and a half ago, and I personally pushed his body into the morgue. It couldn't be wrong.

After a few words of advice, I wanted to change the subject. This man was deceived by Cemen in his early years and seemed to have become obsessed with it. He actually spent more than 20 years traveling around the world to find the other party. Jiamusi is a mentally ill place. He would go to hell if he could find it. .

He opened his mouth and yawned, and suddenly said: "Boy, although I am a disabled person and can no longer practice martial arts, I know all the martial arts skills in the world today. Today, for the sake of your two bottles of Erguotou, I can give you some advice. .”

"Ah! Really?"

"I don't talk big words. When I say I understand, I understand."

"Then tell me what is the most powerful martial arts in the world today?" I asked curiously.

He smiled and said: "There is no such thing as the most powerful martial arts. Hundreds of schools of martial arts each have their own strengths and weaknesses. It all depends on the talent and opportunity of the martial artist, but it depends on the growth in the later stages."

At this point, he burped again and said loudly: "Refining Qigong, I should be the best in the world!