Chapter 3 Too Prodigal!

Xue Lingyun looked at the huge plaque on the table with shocked eyes, and covered her small mouth with her white hand to keep herself from making a sound.

"Uncle Wang, is this really Wannian red sandalwood?"

Old man Wang looked at Xue Lingyun: "Why, Uncle Wang, I have studied wood all my life, so don't I know red sandalwood? This is clearly Wannian red sandalwood, and it is the best among Wannian red sandalwood, but I don't know where this kid made it so big. A piece of ten thousand year red sandalwood."

"Little thief, where did you steal the Wannian red sandalwood?"

"Forgive me, female hero, this is a family heirloom of the villain!"

With two joking words, Qin Feng explained the origin of the red sandalwood. He didn't want to deceive Xue Lingyun, but the existence of the system must not be exposed.

And Xue Lingyun didn't intend to ask further, as a very smart girl, she knew very clearly where the bottom line of joking was.

Old man Wang had already slowed down and climbed up from the red sandalwood plaque, but suddenly thought of a very scary question!

"Boy, don't you want to use this top-grade red sandalwood as your plaque?"

"That's right, Uncle Wang, I'm planning to use this red sandalwood, what's wrong?"

Qin Feng's heart was bleeding, but he still asked in a strange manner.

"What's the matter? You prodigal son, do you know how precious such a big red sandalwood is? You actually use it as a plaque for your tavern?

Old man Wang pointed at Qin Feng's nose with a heartache and cursed.

Qin Feng held back his bleeding heart again: "Uncle Wang, I just plan to use this piece of red sandalwood. My family has opened taverns for generations, and this piece of red sandalwood is also handed down from the family. It is just right to be used as a plaque."

Old man Wang couldn't refute the issue of family history, after all, it was someone else's property, and he could use it as he wanted, but when he thought of using such a precious red sandalwood as the plaque of this tavern, old man Wang felt that My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe!

Xue Lingyun looked at Qin Feng, who was not moved by money, and secretly thought, has this guy changed his sex? Such a precious thing was used in the tavern without hesitation? Doesn't he know it's a lot of money to sell it?

"Okay, use this, use this, what about the words, take out the words." Old man Wang held his chest to prevent himself from looking at the table.

"Uncle Wang, the writing is also on the table, it's the big scroll next to the red sandalwood, just open it."

The one who said without winking is someone like Qin Feng, who knows that he doesn't want to see the red sandalwood, but you still want to say that the thing is next to the red sandalwood.

So Qin Feng was directly sprayed by the furious old man Wang for a long time, and he couldn't wipe off the spittle all over his face.

Old man Wang put the big scroll on another table, and called Xue Lingyun to help open it.

As the scroll was slowly pulled away, Old Man Wang's eyes widened.

Just because the words above are so beautiful, as if, as if they have their own soul!

Graceful like a dragon, graceful like a frightened bird!

These are the two words that old man Wang can think of now!

On the entire scroll, the three big characters of Jiuxianju lie across the center, and the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it is written in one stroke, as if there is really an exiled immortal there splashing ink.

And at the bottom right of the three characters of Jiuxianju, there are a few lines of delicate and timeless small characters, using light and elegant ink, and the style of writing is chic and unrestrained, uninterrupted.

The whole picture scroll, the large characters and the small characters seem to be a whole, with a kind of unrestrained and unrestrained joy of being able to lie freely.

Old man Wang's eyes are inseparable. He has never seen such a chic calligraphy. After so many years of carving, it is not that he has carved the works of those famous contemporary calligraphers, but none of his works can compare with the calligraphy in front of him. !

Heaving a sigh of relief, Old Man Wang stood up, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be slowly dissipating.

"Little friend, I take back what I just said. This kind of calligraphy can only be matched by that piece of ten thousand-year red sandalwood.

It's just that I don't know which famous artist's work it is, his running script is too similar to Wang Xizhi's running script. "

Faced with this problem, Qin Feng naturally resorted to the secret book of family inheritance again...

Old man Wang is not easy to be fooled, seeing that Qin Feng refused to speak out, he gave up.

"Little friend, red sandalwood is hardwood, and I didn't expect you to carve such a large plaque before, so I didn't bring suitable tools. A plaque of this size needs to be brought to my house, where there are suitable tools. look?"

"No problem, Uncle Wang, I'll take it to your house!" Qin Feng nodded and agreed without any hesitation.

Seeing Qin Feng like this, old man Wang immediately looked up to him. The combined price of these two things is a sky-high price, but the other party agreed without hesitation at all.

"Happy friend, okay, you can pick it up in three days, old man, I'll get it for you sooner."

Qin Feng naturally has no hesitation. This is a systematic thing, and it can't be sold in his hands.

Old man Wang is also impatient. After discussing things, he called a car immediately. At this age, he can meet such a big ten thousand year red sandalwood and such calligraphy. He feels his whole body is hot, so he must go back and take a good look look.

The car came quickly, and the driver and Qin Feng took a lot of effort to lift it to the car.

Old man Wang hurried to the car and urged Xue Lingyun to get in the car quickly.

"Qin Feng, why do I feel that you seem to be a different person?" Xue Lingyun agreed, then looked at Qin Feng suspiciously and asked.

"No, Lingyun, don't you think I'm still Qin Feng." Qin Feng laughed.

Seeing this familiar cheap smile, Xue Lingyun burst out laughing, yes, no matter what, he is Qin Feng, his old friend, there is nothing to doubt.

Qin Feng sent Xue Lingyun to the car and said, "Say it when you get home."

Xue Lingyun nodded obediently: "Understood, you should go back quickly."

The old man Wang next to him couldn't wait any longer: "You two, you have plenty of time in the future, are you going to dawdle?"

Xue Lingyun stuck out her tongue, smiled playfully, and closed the car door.

Qin Feng turned around and went back to the tavern. There was a door on the right side of the hall. After entering, there were two compartments, one large and one small. The large one had a double bed in it, and the small one had a single bed in it. It was a warm residence for a family of three.

Lying on his little bed, Qin Feng looked at the ceiling with his hands on his pillow. Everything happened too fast today. After the noise, a kind of loneliness came to his heart.

"System, are you still there?"

"Host, the system is always there, but please don't ask these strange questions, thank you!"

In an instant, the feeling of loneliness that Qin Feng had been brewing for a long time disappeared, leaving only the thought of wanting to die with this system.

After a tiring day, Qin Feng lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep. Although he felt very hungry, he absolutely had no thought of eating at this time.

Dazedly, I felt that my mobile phone was ringing, what the hell, it was important to sleep.

In a luxurious villa in the suburbs, Xue Lingyun looked at the mobile phone in her hand, her beautiful eyes were wide open, how dare this guy not reply to her message?