Yang Xiuwen called the two of them upstairs.

First, he handed the two volumes of calligraphy and painting to the master and said, "Master, these two volumes are for Uncle Qian and Uncle Zhao. When you have time, master, please help me give them to them. There are names on them. One is pine and cypress, and the other is orchid. They are both."

I drew it."

After Zhou Xingwen took it, he put the other two volumes of calligraphy and painting on the desk and said, "Master, Uncle Zhang, take a look at these two volumes. Don't ask questions yet. Let's talk after reading them."

Zhou Xingwen looked at his apprentice with a strange expression and said, "Just go shopping all day long."

His hands didn't stop, he put on his gloves and opened one of the volumes. Zhang Li also picked up the other volume.

After the painting was spread out, Zhou Xingwen saw a lady on it, holding a fan, standing next to the rockery. The painting technique was rough and had no sense of beauty. The paper looked like it was from the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Li's was the same, but his was a picture of a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain. He looked at the two of them with doubtful eyes.

He smiled mysteriously and said, "Experts, please study the thickness of the drawing paper more, and then judge the age of the paper on the back. I am optimistic about you!"

After lowering his head and studying it carefully, Zhang Li blurted out, "The universe is in the painting."

Zhou Xingwen also looked at Zhang Li excitedly, and then said to Yang Xiuwen, "Xiuwen, go back and check the store quickly, don't run around blindly."

After saying that, he ignored him and started discussing with Zhang Li excitedly.

Yang Xiuwen stood outside Wenbaozhai.

I touched my head and thought, "What's this? I'm being kicked out. Forget it. Master, I just want him to be happy."

Turn around and go back to your own shop, Wenxuan Pavilion.

At this time, Zhang Li was preparing a potion.

While adjusting, he said to Zhou Xingwen, "Old Zhou, I can't understand why you are an apprentice. In just one or two months, you have gone from having nothing to being rich. You are proficient in calligraphy, painting, and antiques. At the age of nineteen, you have so much money on your body."

But he has a maturity that belies his age. There is a secret in your apprentice."

Zhou Xingwen was lying on the table, using a brush dipped in potion to brush on the drawing paper.

Then Zhang Li said, "You also know about Xiuwen's situation. The early death of his parents had a great impact on him. I don't care what secrets he has, I just know that he is my favorite disciple."

The two of them worked from morning to night, and the two paintings finally revealed their true colors.

One is "Spring Breeze Holding a Fan" by Tang Yan, and the other is "Visitors on a Moonlit Night" from the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Li looked at the scroll infatuatedly and sighed, "Old Zhou, your apprentice has become a millionaire."

He had to lament that in the 1990s, the monthly income of ordinary workers was less than one thousand, and one million was an unimaginable number.

But a nineteen-year-old boy now has it.

Yang Xiuwen didn't know what happened in Wenbaozhai. He was sitting on the sofa at home in a daze. To be precise, he was surprised.

After returning home and washing up, he got himself a cup of tea and sat on the sofa to think about the progress of his cultivation.

His current second level of qi training is equivalent to the middle stage of Ming Jin, and he is still unable to release his internal strength to the outside.

Looking at the tea cup on the coffee table, I look forward to the future of taking things from a distance.

Suddenly I found the tea cup moving, so I tried to move it consciously, and it succeeded.

After a long time, he finally moved the teacup to him. Although his head was dizzy and his eyes were tired, he was very excited.

Tests have proven that although the current skill cannot be used to retrieve objects from across the air, the Heavenly Eye has this function.

The more spiritual energy he absorbs, the stronger this ability becomes. He had an idea in his mind.

Today's Xi'an city is clean because there are not so many cars on the streets and there is not so much exhaust gas.

In the night sky, stars shine. In Yang Xiuwen's consciousness, he is surrounded by a few energy points with different attributes, red, orange, yellow, and green, forming a colorful world.

According to the Qin Dynasty's cheap master, when spiritual energy is full, attribute energy is as easy to obtain as dew and fog in the morning.

It can be seen that he is currently lacking in spiritual energy, but now he is very satisfied.

When spiritual energy enters the body, it is absorbed by rings of different colors, and the rings of different colors nourish the corresponding five internal organs.

Yang Xiuwen can even feel the changes in his body now, becoming healthier and stronger.

Judging from the appearance, no one would know that just the powerful power contained in his well-proportioned body.

Xi'an Museum is located at No. 72 Youyi West Road, Beilin District, Xi'an City, Shaanxi Province, covering an area of ​​160,000 square meters and a construction area of ​​160,000 square meters.

It is a local comprehensive museum that integrates cultural relic collection, scientific research, and social education.

There were countless cultural relics in the museum. Yang Xiuwen was standing at the entrance of the museum, looking at the huge garden-like buildings, feeling very excited. Why, because the purpose of his visit today was to absorb spiritual energy.

Before coming, he went to the master's house to bring some calligraphy and paintings for Qian Bin. The master called Qian Bin.
Chapter completed!