The ancient dragon embankment of Ruoshui Three Thousand

Hangzhou Xileng Printing House---Antique Shop

"The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks. Hu Tian is snowing in August, and suddenly it is like a spring breeze overnight. He still holds a pipa and half hides his face..."

Huh?No, no, it seems to be mixed up?One more time, uh...

"The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks. Hu Tian is snowing in August, and he comes out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa and half covering his face."

Well, right this time...

Um?It seems that there is still a problem?Unfortunately, the memory is confused.Wu Xie was lazily leaning on the wooden chair in the shop and sighed lazily, holding a steaming high-quality Longjing in his hand, and kept chanting "Bai Xuege Sends Judge Wu Returning to Beijing" by Cen Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. A product of boundaries.

"Pfft..." Wang Meng, who was lazily lying on the counter and flipping through the account books, finally couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, do you have a fever?"

Wu Xiezheng was annoyed that he couldn't remember the poems he learned in junior high school. When he heard Wang Meng's words suddenly, he couldn't help but immediately became furious. He glared viciously at the source of the voice, and Wang Meng almost jumped up in fright. go back.

"Hehe, I didn't say anything..."

After Wu Xie swiped around with his eyes and turned his eyes away, Wang Meng took another peek at the frowning boss who was deep in thought, and pretended to say something casually:

"Thousands of Trees and Pears Bloom"

"Oh, there are thousands of trees... I know, what do you say?" Wu Xie couldn't hold back his face, and couldn't help but get angry.

Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat, it's over, the tiger's fur has been plucked.Sure enough, the next thing he heard the little boss yell at him:

"You're idle, go fuck and mop the floor, it's so dirty."

Damn, I just dragged it this morning, and no one has stepped on it yet. Where is it dirty?Wang Meng glanced at Wu Xie resentfully, revenge, this is definitely naked revenge, just about to complain, but saw the man leaning in the chair again, chanting tirelessly, "The north wind rolls the white grass Zhe, Hu Tian..." I couldn't laugh or cry.Forget it, let's stop, later when the temper comes up to deduct money from him, wouldn't it be helpless to cry?

well!Wang Meng sighed in resignation, and was about to pick up the mop to work, when he saw a person coming in from the door. This person was very conspicuously bald, about fifty years old, wearing a dark blue coat, like a crosstalk talker in a teahouse. Jiaoer, extremely funny.But the faint light released from those two eyes actually gave people an indescribable sense of awe.Wang Meng shivered for a while, thinking that the aura was so cold that he was about to freeze. Out of professional habits, he immediately smiled, calmed down and greeted:

"My lord, what do you want...to see?" Just as the words fell, the person who came was only facing Wu Xie who was sitting upright in the chair, squinting his eyes and said in a clear voice:

"Eldest nephew, won't you come out to meet me?"

Wang Meng looked at Wu Xie in bewilderment, only to see that the latter suddenly woke up from the dream of Tang poetry. He was taken aback when he saw the visitor, and then put on a "Wu-style signature smile" to welcome him:

"Yo, Uncle Bai, what wind brought you here?"

"North wind." The person called Uncle Bai still had a serious face, serious and unsmiling, and seemed a little...not very happy.

Wang Meng suddenly realized at this time, remembering the poems the boss had been reciting just now, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter, Wu Xie was stunned, and then he understood, his face flushed instantly, it wasn't because he was pretending to be a boring literati I feel ashamed to be bumped into by someone, mainly because the content of this poem matches the person in front of me, it is really inappropriate...

This uncle Bai has a deep relationship with his family, and has been friends with him for generations since his ancestors.In Uncle Bai's generation, the relationship with his father's generation is even more like that of brothers. The four brothers of the Bai family are respectively registered in Mountain, Stream, Grass, and Wood, and the person in front of him is the third eldest, Bai Cao.

Wu Xie is embarrassing, what kind of poem is not easy to memorize, but what kind of "White Grass Fold" is memorizing, and the owner of "White Grass" came in at this time, and he was embarrassed for a while when he heard his unhappy tone I don't know what to do.

Uncle Bai was not very polite, walked to the sofa and sat down, raised his eyes and looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Wu Xie's face.Wu Xie came back to his senses, and immediately put on a flattering smile on his face and said:

"Uncle Bai, from what you said, your presence really makes the shop flourish, hehe..." While speaking, he turned around and greeted Wang Meng to serve tea. Looking back, he still had no expression when he saw the visitor. Xie was a little embarrassed, thinking that this person's aura, how could he resemble someone... Eh?someone?Uh... how do you think of that stuffy bottle?Thinking of this, he hurriedly slapped a certain consciousness away, shook his head, and asked with a smile still:

"Ahem, Uncle Bai, um, are you looking for me today? Or are you just here for a walk?"

Uncle Bai picked up the tea and took a sip, looked up at Wu Xie, and finally said:

"No, there is something for you to see." Bai Cao took out a wood carving from the sleeve of the blue shirt. How should I put it, this thing is very strange. It is less than half the size of a palm. It looks like a carving, but it is impossible to tell what it is , I just vaguely feel that it is in the shape of an animal, the front seems to be animal veins, messy and dense, and some extremely small characters are engraved on the back, which is not clear.The whole wood carving is made of very precious golden nanmu, and what's even more strange is that it exudes a non-nanmu smell - sandalwood.Wu Xie looked over and over for a while, then raised her head and asked with a frown:

"Uncle Bai, this..."

"You read that right." As if knowing what Wu Xie would ask, Bai Cao explained:

"This is a nanmu carving. The specific dynasty is unknown. It should be engraved in either the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty. As for the fragrance, it may have been impregnated with a preservative similar to the aroma of sandalwood. It's just a guess. I came to you today because I want to Please help me read the text on it."

"Text?" Wu Xie turned the wood carving over, looked at the ancient characters on it, and smiled helplessly:

"Not to mention, the characters are so small, but they are so clear that each stroke is so clear. It's really hard to distinguish without a tool. It's almost as close as He Zhouji..." He took out a special rubbing book from the drawer for magnification. After studying the tools, after about a cup of tea, Wu Xie finally raised his head and looked at Uncle Bai with a suspicious expression:

"Uncle Bai, where did you get this thing?"

"What about a friend?"

"Oh, just asking casually." Wu Xie cleared his throat and said seriously:

"There are two different characters described above, one is the ancient seal script, but I can only get a rough idea, and the other, to be honest, I haven't come into contact with the rubbings in these years, it may be from a certain minority clan. Ancient characters." Wu Xie paused and said:

"The things described above are a bit difficult to understand. At the beginning, it just said that the craftsmen created two jade tablets to record the progress of a large-scale project. Later, for unknown reasons, they re-engraved the jade tablets on two wooden tablets, and then crushed the jade tablets. Broken... But this is unreasonable, according to the preservation period of jade, how can it last longer than wood?" Wu Xie wondered what these ancient people thought, so he casually expressed his doubts come out.

"What follows..." Uncle Bai didn't seem to be interested in the reason why Wu Xie was entangled, and only anxiously asked.

Damn, I have been making trouble for a long time and I only use Lao Tzu as a translator. I am not Jinshan Express Translation. I am not allowed to express even a single opinion. After a while, he said:

"Later, I mentioned a place called 'Ancient Dragon Dike', saying that as long as you can find the 'Ancient Dragon Dike', you can find the legendary dragon..."

"..."

"Hehe---haha--- are you kidding me? Isn't this a joke?" Wu Xie looked at the opposite white grass amusedly, but saw that the man just lowered his head in thought for a long time, as if he understood something, raised his head The quiet and calm eyes, the unconcealable smile at the corners of the eyes flashed away, replaced by a series of thick and loud laughter:

"Hahaha... That's right, let's just treat it as a joke, how about this, big nephew, help me rubbing the lines on the front today, so I can have an explanation with my friend when I go back, and I'll come and get it tomorrow." Wu Xie was taken aback by his sudden laughter, before he realized what was going on, the man had already walked towards the door and stepped out of it.

"Boss, this master is really fickle. As expected of 'Youyou Baishu' [Youyou Baishu]" His thoughts were brought back to reality by Wang Meng's irrelevant words, and Wu Xie gave him a white look:

"Have you read too many Y manga? This fickleness has something to do with Yuyu Hakusho?"

Wang Meng smiled shyly and said nothing.Wu Xie was very depressed. Not only did he become a free Jinshan Express translation, but now he also had to be a free private little mistress to help people rubbing prints by hand. Damn, I can't live through this day.

"Fuck! Beifeng, I'll fuck you up." Wu Xie was slandering...