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Liulichang is located outside Hepingmen, the capital city, from north and south Liuxiang in Xuanwu District to Yanshou Temple Street in Xuanwu District in the west, with a total length of about 800 meters.

During the Liao Dynasty, this place was originally a small village called "Haiwang Village". During the Yuan Dynasty, an official kiln was opened here to burn glazed tiles, which was the first place of the Liulichang. When the inner city was built in the Ming Dynasty, the Liulichang became one of the five major factories of the imperial department at that time because of the construction of palaces and the expansion of the scale of the official kiln. After the construction of the outer city in the 32nd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, it became an urban area. It was not suitable for the Liulichang to burn kilns in the city, and moved to the current Liuliqu Village in Mentougou District, but the name of "Lilichang" was preserved and has been passed down to this day.

During the Shunzhi period of the early Qing Dynasty, the government implemented the "Manchu and Han subdistrict cities" in the capital. Liulichang was in the west of the outer city. Most of the Han officials at that time lived nearby. Later, guild halls across the country were also built nearby. Officials and candidates who were taking the exam often gathered here to visit the book market, which gradually moved the Qianmen, Dengshikou and the Chenghuang Temple Book Market in Xicheng to Liulichang.

Bookshops from all over the country saw business opportunities and set up stalls, built rooms, and sold a large number of books here. The prosperous market and convenient conditions formed a place for Kyoto's elegant travel, which gradually developed into the largest book market in the capital, forming a cultural block with rich culture, and cultural related pens, inkstones, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc., which also developed accordingly.

Song Wen wanted to find someone to frame calligraphy and paintings, so of course he had to choose Liulichang, which had a lot of calligraphy and painting books.

After leaving the hotel, he recruited a taxi to Liulichang. He got out of the car and strolled on the renovated old street. Looking at the ancient shops on the street, he felt like he was in the ancient times. People came and went on the street, and all kinds of people were there, so he walked with the crowd.

After wandering around for a while, he remembered his purpose of coming here and quickly looked for a shop to frame calligraphy and paintings for others. After a while, a store called "Yinyuezhai" came into view.

Looking at the name of the store, he suddenly remembered a poem he had read before: "A treasure mirror fell on the top of the mountain, and the seal and moon shone on the light and scattered the immortals. He sneaked into the fish and dragons to practice hard, and he wished to go to the sky in the year."

I don’t know if the name of this store is taken from the poem, but it feels quite poetic, even the words on the sign are well written.

After looking at it, he walked into the store. There was no man in the store, only an old man with a beard and white hair. Perhaps because of no business, the old man leaned on a master chair and shook it freely. When he saw Song Wen coming in, he glanced at it. It was probably because Song Wen didn't seem to be buying calligraphy and paintings, so he continued to shake the master chair on his own, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Song Wen didn't care about him and watched freely in the store.

There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on all four walls of the shop. The characters include oracle bones, Jinming, large and small seal script from the Qin Dynasty, as well as regular script, cursive script, running script and other fonts; the paintings, mountains, water, fish, insects, birds, beasts, and characters, are all available, which makes people dazzled.

Song Wen looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and remembered the calligraphy and paintings he took from the tomb and placed in the space. He probably would have been priceless if he took out any one. However, now Xi'an is still wanted tomb robbers, and the things inside are hot goods. They can't be taken out casually, otherwise they will be finished if they are discovered.

After looking at the calligraphy and paintings, it felt that it was not very meaningful. Song Wen asked the old man who was still wandering leisurely on the master's chair: "Boss, are you mounting your characters here?"

When the old man heard that the business came to his door, he immediately sat up from the master's chair and said, "Of course, what do you want to frame?"

Song Wen took out a few words given by Bo Li from the bag he carried, including his, Xiaojun, Huiqing and Mingxiu. The words were originally placed on his side. When Xiaojun and the others left, he helped them frame them and then took them back.

When the old man saw Song Wen take out his words, he walked to the table, picked up his reading glasses and put them on, and then spread the rice paper full of words on the table to read.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t watch it, but you’re immediately addicted to it.

The word is vigorous and powerful, and it is straight through the back of the paper. Looking at it, it is like a horse that flies out of the reins and goes away from the sky; it is like a dragon flying around the sky, moving from the sky, coming from the empty space, and returning to the empty space. It looks simple but also embraces the universe. It not only incorporates the perseverance of Confucianism, courage and enterprisingness, but also contains the silence of Lao Zhuang, dispersed and quiet leisurely, and has a kind of artistic conception that saves the glitz of the world to seek the true taste of the world. Look at the majestic stroke, like flying clouds and waterfalls, one stroke, as if the water of the Milky Way falls into the nine heavens, without any restraint, as elegant as a god, without a trace.

He has read a few words with such skills, but none of them are as true as a saint in them, which is beyond the world. Moreover, he knows that those who write those words have never written much, and will not give the words they have written to the younger generation.

Seeing the old man staring at the words for a long time, without a sound, Song Wen couldn't help but feel a little impatient and asked, "Boss, can you frame it?"

If you can't mount it, just make a sound. Don't waste time. Although you are not the kind of person who is tens of millions every second, you can't afford to waste it. You must know that wasting time is equivalent to wasting your life.

When the old man heard his words, he glared at him and said unhappily: "Who said he could not frame it? If I said I could not frame it on this street, who would dare to say that I could frame it? Young people don't know the world is high and the earth is not important, do you know that my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's calligraphy and paintings were framed for Qianlong. If it weren't for the search by the Red Guards and soldiers during the Cultural Revolution, would there be any words written by Qianlong's imperial pen in my family?"

Song Wen rolled his eyes when he heard this and thought to himself, who cares about your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's, as long as it can be framed. Thinking of it, he explained to the old man, saying that he would come and get it the day after tomorrow, and then turned around and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a woman with a beautiful face and wearing a retro floral dress walked in. When she saw the words spread on the table, she glared at Song Wen with dissatisfaction, and then complained to the old man: "Grandpa, didn't you tell you not to frame calligraphy and paintings for others? Why did you frame them again?"

"Grandpa is so old that he can't move. Besides, this is not a big deal of effort. It's very relaxing, what's the point." The old man said.

"Why doesn't it matter? Last time you stayed up late to frame someone's paintings, your blood pressure increased and you almost fainted. Did you forget?"

"That was an accident. Your grandfather was in great health." The old man said, and when he saw his granddaughter still talking, he quickly changed the topic and said, "I'm a little thirsty. Go and make a pot of tea for grandpa."

Helplessly, the old man's granddaughter had to go to make tea obediently, but before leaving, she turned around and glared at Song Wen with hatred. Song Wen was speechless. Who was he provoking someone to whom he was here to take care of their business? How could he make him feel like he was here to make money and kill him?

"How is it, my granddaughter is beautiful, right?" the old man mistakenly thought that Song Wen stared at his granddaughter, and asked with a smile while touching his chin.

"Sweet." Song Wen smacked his lips and said lightly.

When the old man heard his words, he almost jumped up and said angrily: "What a sloppy? My granddaughter doesn't say it's a sinking fish and falling geese, and a shy robe, but at least it's a rare beauty. You know, there are many people who want to soak my granddaughter. Not to mention it's from the first ring to the fifth ring, but it's also from the street to the end of the street. I think you can't eat grapes and say it's sour."

Song Wen was so amused that he was so happy that he said the grapes were sour? He couldn't help but say angrily: "Old man, your granddaughter looks just average, which is far inferior to my wife." As he said that, he took out his newly bought widescreen phone from his pocket when he went out and pulled out Xiaojun's appearance in Hanfu for him to show him.

The old man was stunned and then blew his beard and stared at him, "Hmph, you young people are not pragmatic and vain now. Don't think that old man, I don't know anything. Nowadays, technology is so advanced that fat people can become thinner and ugly people can become beautiful. You are obviously from that PS. If your wife looks like this, my old man will chop off his head and make it for you as a chair."

Come on, using your head as a chair, am I still worried about hemorrhoids?

Song Wen was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he told him again that he came to take it the day after tomorrow, so he walked out. He didn't see the granddaughter of the old man who had not come out behind him staring at him with his eyes, wishing he could peel off his bones and swallow it down. The woman was to please him. Although the old man's granddaughter might not be able to like Song Wen, there were probably not many people who did not resent him in the face.

Walking outside and looking at the shops selling antiques on both sides, Song Wenxin moved, took out the hollow Luo Geng, put the bronze mirror on, and used the same trick again, intending to go to the antiques to see if there are any treasures to be retrieved. Most of the shops have surveillance. He was afraid that someone would find the existence of the bronze mirror and dared not enter, so he came to the antique street where he set up a street stall.

The traffic of people in the street stalls is obviously greater than that in the shops, with people coming and going, and there are also stalls hawking one after another, which is very lively.

Song Wen mixed in the crowd, and took Luo Geng, who had a bronze mirror, and looked left and right. After a long time, he could not find any treasures or strange things. He was not despaired and planned to leave and eat roast duck. Suddenly, a trace flashed in the mirror and a trace floated by. It was not a treasure, but it was completely different from the things on the street stall that were being photographed.

He didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly took Luo Geng with a bronze mirror and carefully looked at the things on the street stall. After a closer look, he found that there was a unique world inside a slightly concave ancient sandalwood pillow on the street stall, and there was something hidden. The thing was rectangular, about forty centimeters long and about fifteen centimeters high. It was as crystal clear as crystal, white as white. There were pavilions and towers in the middle, and there were ten Taoist priests carved on all sides. Some Taoist priests were holding incense, some held scriptures, some recited scriptures, and some meditated, and they were lifelike, like real people.

Song Wen was surprised to see it and thought to himself what was going on?
Chapter completed!