Wei Feng really wanted to put on a show, so he pretended to be ignorant and raised his head, looked around, and saw no one around, so he naturally thought that he was hallucinating.
Unfortunately, he raised his head too sharply and looked directly at the opposite side. Now there is no room for performance. This incident taught him that he must always keep in mind the self-cultivation of an actor, otherwise it will be too late when the play is performed.
Without thinking much, he got up and led the horse to Fu Yuan Zhai's shop. There was really no room for refusal.
If the person sitting across the street can hear the sound directly to his ears, he must be a practitioner. If the person invites him to come and sit with him with kind words, he'd better be more understanding.
After walking a few steps slowly to the door of Fuyuanzhai, he looked around and saw that there was no place to tie the reins, so he simply loosened his grip and let the horse move freely at the door.
The middle-aged man was still lying on the rocking chair and did not get up. Seeing this, he smiled and said: "You are not afraid that the horse will run into someone."
Wei Feng chuckled and said: "There is no place to tie horses at the entrance of your store. I think you will make the horses more docile so as not to hit anyone."
Wei Feng had already seen Liu Cun's method of using momentum to suppress horses. With just one look, the rogue horse that was about to buckle immediately became docile.
The middle-aged man did not answer his words, but just smiled and said: "You are destined to me, let's choose a calligraphy and painting."
Why do these words sound so familiar? Wei Feng recalled that every time he went shopping from the supermarket in his previous life, an aunt would always come over and ask you to draw a prize. A random draw would give you hundreds of yuan worth of coupons. The aunt smiled and told you to go and choose a piece of jade nearby.
Wei Feng suddenly became vigilant. Could this old boy be committing fraud?
He thought for a moment, pointed to his hand, and said tentatively: "This one."
The middle-aged man said without raising his head: "We are destined to meet each other today, so I will accept two ten thousand yuan stones from you."
really!
Wei Feng looked at him with a look that I had expected, and said with a smile: "Haha, it's too expensive, I can't afford it. Say goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and prepared to walk out.
It's just that the foot he just raised failed to come down. Instead, his body turned back involuntarily. Seeing the middle-aged man suppress his smile, he said lightly: "What? I saw your expression, you thought I was someone." Liar?"
Wei Feng didn't know what kind of abilities the other party had. Anyway, he couldn't move physically now. He could only move from the neck up. He could only squeeze out an ugly smile: "How can it be possible? The calligraphy and paintings you have here are masterpieces handed down from ancient times at first glance, but the boy is really poor. , I really can’t afford it…”
"Oh? Really? Why do you think I only offered two ten thousand yuan stones?" The middle-aged man looked at him and said calmly, and the rickety chair stopped.
Wei Feng groaned in his heart, knowing that the other party must be able to sense the money on his body. After thinking about it, he tried to make a counteroffer: "How about a piece of ten thousand yuan stone?"
The middle-aged man sneered: "What? Do you think my calligraphy is not worth the price?"
He was also annoyed by Wei Feng's anger. He originally found that Wei Feng could detect his gaze, which meant that there must be something extraordinary about this kid. He was so happy to see that he was thinking of forming a good relationship. The price for the calligraphy was two ten thousand yuan stone. It's like giving it away for free.
It turned out that this kid didn't know the goods and dared to think that he was a liar. How could the master of Fu Yuan Zhai be a liar? I don’t know how the elders in this kid’s family taught him. They didn’t give him any advice before he came to the academy? It's really hateful.
Wei Feng made a bitter face and quickly explained: "You can't, you can't. In fact, the kid only has this little money, and besides that he only has a dozen or so taels of silver left. If he buys a painting, he won't be able to stay in an inn for a few days." ”
The middle-aged man sneered and snorted: "How dare you lie? You have to buy this word today whether you want it or not. If you don't have enough money, just ask your family to bring it to you. And it's not at this price anymore. No." Don’t even think about taking away hundreds of ten thousand yuan stones.”
Wei Feng did not smile bitterly, but sighed softly: "There is no one at home...Besides, even if my parents are still alive, they can only give me some money. I am afraid they have never seen such a thing as Yuanshi..."
The middle-aged man was a little angry at first. When he heard these words, he felt a little ridiculous at first, and then a little surprised. He could still tell whether Wei Feng's words were true or false. He was indeed not lying, but the meaning of his words was clearly about his parents. Both of them died, and they were both ordinary people...
He frowned and said, "I see that your physique has been tempered to a certain degree. Aren't you a descendant of some aristocratic family?"
He now knew in his heart that he had made an own mistake and that he had taken action against an ordinary person. To put it bluntly, this was bullying others, and by saying this, he was just covering up his gaffe.
At his level, being able to say "some fire" is already a high compliment. It shows that it is extremely rare to have such a body before starting to practice, otherwise Wei Feng would not be mistaken for a child of aristocratic family.
Wei Feng said aggrievedly: "You are just a farmer in the village, and you have to rely on hunting to have enough food. How can you be a member of a noble family?" As he spoke, he realized that his body could move.
The middle-aged man frowned for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly and laughed at himself: "That's all, then I'll give this calligraphy to you."
He didn't ask why a farmer could build such a physique, nor did he ask why a farmer had precious Yuan stones or two Ten Thousand Yuan stones, just like he didn't ask why Wei Feng could notice his gaze. .
Anyone who has reached this point has not had a few adventures. Everyone has their own encounters, and there is no need to dig into the young man's secrets.
Wei Feng was not polite to him. He bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior. I don't dare to refuse the gift, but that kid is disrespectful."
After speaking, he quickly took down the calligraphy and painting from the wall and looked at it carefully over and over again in the sunshine. He looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. It was not difficult for Wei Feng to play this kind of character.
After a while, Wei Feng turned around again, with a shy smile, and asked sheepishly: "Senior, this calligraphy is extremely exquisite. Even if you haven't gone to school, you can feel the beauty of this calligraphy." , It's just...it's just that the kid hasn't been exposed to cultivation yet, so he can't see more, so I'd like to ask the seniors for some pointers, hehe."
The middle-aged man didn't answer. He just looked at Wei Feng quietly. The smile on his face grew stronger as he looked at it. It wasn't until Wei Feng felt a little embarrassed that he chuckled and said, "He's quite a naughty boy."
After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh. He behaved like a person who had nothing to rely on, so he had to be more sensible. He also thought that most of the academy disciples at his age were very reasonable and sincere. Compared with the boy in front of him, he seemed much more innocent and young.
(End of chapter)
