Heng Jing was still in a coma, and the lights in the room were turned off when the ghost possessed her. Because Heng Jing's yin energy was sucked away by the soul, she fell into a coma and could not wake up for a day. Cao Fan lowered the temperature again, minus 10 degrees below the temperature. Because this temperature was more beneficial to the ghost. However, Cao Fan felt the cold, and he covered Heng Jing with a blanket, afraid that she would catch a cold.

The sound insulation of Jinlin Hotel is still very good. Earth-shaking events happen in the room, but the outside world is still unheard of.

Cao Fan glanced at Heng Jing who was unconscious and said, "Senior Wang, she is really fine, right?"

Wang Xizhi said, "This little girl is fine. She is in a coma and is not seriously ill."

After Cao Fan waited for this sentence, he felt a little calmer and began to feel helpless again: "Senior, please continue."

"What to continue?" Wang Xizhi pretended not to understand.

"Didn't you say you want to tell me the traces of "Preface to the Lanting Collection"? Why do you still want to betray the debt?" Cao Fan wanted to turn against him.

Wang Xizhi really met his nemesis and was dissatisfied: "It turns out that I asked this little sister-in-law if it was something wrong, because I was afraid that she would eavesdrop! I'm going, I'm too scheming." But he smiled and said, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"I want to say it." Cao Fan didn't raise his head and said, "I really want to know, please tell me quickly."

Wang Xizhi began to chew on the words: "On March 3, 353, Emperor Mu of Jin, I and Xie An and Sun Chuo, etc., "cultivate" at Lanting in Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). At the meeting, everyone wrote poems, and the manuscript of the preface written by me for their poems. The "Preface to Lanting" records the beauty of the mountains and rivers around Lanting and the joy of the gatherings, expressing my feelings about the impermanence of life and death. In the ninth year of Yonghe, in Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, I met at Lanting in Shanyin, Kuaiji... Those who read it later will also feel this kind of politeness."

Cao Fan's hand was taking notes and was stunned and said dissatisfied: "Senior, why are you memorizing the "Preface to the Lanting Collection"? I want the address where it is."

"Do you know Zhaoling?" Wang Xizhi said.

Cao Fan wrote in his notebook: "Zhaoling."

After a while, Cao Fan was surprised and asked, "Is it the Zhaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizong of Tang Li Shimin?"

"Modern people are knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and even know Li Shimin's tomb Zhaoling." Wang Xizhi was amazed.

"It means that the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is still in his tomb?" Cao Fan asked back.

"Yes, based on my sense of my calligraphy works, the original work of my "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is in Zhaoling." Wang Xizhi put his hands behind his back and tried hard to sense it.

"Senior! Please be serious. You said you were in Zhaoling. What is the basis for this?" Cao Fan put down the pen in his hand.

"Actually, I have a sense of the paintings I made, which are at the bottom of Jiuji Mountain. Emperor Taizong of Tang highly praised me and even distributed them to his noble and powerful ministers, and buried my original works together." Wang Xizhi's soul shadow looked to the west.

"You are from the Jin Dynasty, how could you know about the Tang Dynasty?" Cao Fan was puzzled.

"I am a lonely ghost. Traveling through the world for thousands of years does not mean that I have lost the sense of my paintings. There is also a trace of my soul energy in it, which I can sense." While Wang Xizhi spoke, the shadow began to flash.

"Someone has said in history that Zhaoling was stolen. The "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is missing. The current method is only by digging out Zhaoling to prove your sense of success." Cao Fan said it very easily. In fact, this is no different from tomb robbery. He just wanted to make a joke with Wang Xizhi.

"It should not have been stolen. All my senses point to Zhaoling." Wang Xizhi was very sure.

"Let's go, go to the tomb robbers." Cao Fan said, but he only wrote what he saw and heard today in his notebook. At the end of the diary, he said: "I am a God, I am a human being." (See the prologue)

Wang Xizhi looked at Cao Fan in disbelief and thought to himself: "Modern people's thinking is really dangerous." Wang Xizhi finally cursed: "A good man is determined to be in all directions and takes it as his responsibility to support the world. Why do the benefactor thinks of digging people's graves and opening a coffin to make money every day, which is such a shameful behavior?"

Cao Fan seemed to be listening to the suggestions and nodded in recognition of Wang Xizhi's opinions.

Seeing that the speech played a role, Wang Xizhi quickly taught him the way of being a human being: "A real man loves money and gets it well."

Cao Fan closed the notebook and said, "You care about me, I am your benefactor, and I am not your apprentice. What do you care about me? I will decide my own affairs."

Wang Xizhi was so choked by Cao Fan that his soul was fainted and shouted: "The child cannot be taught, the child cannot be taught, and the child cannot be taught."

"Senior, I am really meddling in other people's business. I will not get along with you, nor will I cause trouble with you. I am not your disciple. Why should I listen to you? I will go to rob the tomb tomorrow." Cao Fan continued to provoke him with these words.

Wang Xizhi continued to curse: "It is a humiliating and a humiliating. I advise you to repent as soon as possible." Wang Xizhi wanted to convince him to go on the right path as soon as possible and never dig a grave.

Cao Fan continued to squeeze him out: "Senior, I advise you to be kind. You can't control what you are doing. I am not your disciple." Cao Fan said three words without leaving his disciple, and his intention was very obvious. Cao Fan thought to himself: "Don't he understand this? Did the ancients all die-hard-brained scriptures?"

Wang Xizhi threatened: "If you go to rob the tomb, I will strangle you to death now." He then wanted to possess Heng Jing's body again, and Wang Xizhi also pretended to behave.

Cao Fan was not afraid and said willfully: "Old man, I advise you to be kind. Don't you know what kind of situation I fell into to save you?" After saying this, Cao Fan took out the only fifty yuan he had on his body.

"Look, in order to save you, the private room I booked is 399 yuan per room. After paying the house, I only had 50 yuan left. Just one-third of this month, I have no living expenses anymore. I am still a student and have no money. Senior, what do you think, I still have to support you..." Cao Fan looked at Wang Xizhi's soul shadow and quickly corrected it: "I forgot that you are a ghost and don't need to be raised. Sorry. I don't know how difficult it is for modern people to live."

Wang Xizhi already knew that the currency circulating now is paper money. Wang Xizhi really doesn’t know how difficult it is for modern people to live.

"I don't know when the True Lord Wolong will come back. If I leave for ten or twenty years, I have to buy you orchids and plants, at least once a month, how much will it cost. Besides, the consumption in this era is much higher than in ancient times..." When Cao Fan was about to discuss it again, Wang Xizhi finally couldn't help it.

"I will accept you as my disciple."

Wang Xizhi didn't want to listen to Cao Fan's nagging anymore.

"This is what you said seriously." Cao Fan was surprised.

"A real man's words are made, and it is hard to pursue them." Wang Xizhi took the initiative.

"The deal." Cao Fan quickly knelt down.

"Master is here, please be bowed by my disciple." Cao Fan quickly kowtowed three times.

"Yu, yeah," Wang Xizhi's aura made his soul shaking. Cao Fan's ability to change his ruthlessness was too strong. Wang Xizhi had to accept it and said helplessly: "Okay, disciple, I advise you to be kind. Don't force the elderly."

"Master, I obey the order." Cao Fan responded with a smile, but said in his heart: "Now the calligraphy is successful, and the future is infinitely bright."

Wang Xizhi sighed: "You are really Taibai Xingjun, you can't be a fake one, right? Why do you want to be my apprentice if you don't work hard as Taibai Xingjun?"

Cao Fan responded: "Return to Master, according to the old Taoist Zhuge Kongming of the bull's nose, I am indeed a fairy who is replaced by a false god, but I am still experiencing disasters. This life is my tenth life and my last experiencing disasters."

Wang Xizhi burst into cold sweat on his forehead: "Taibai Xingjun is my disciple, and I am under great pressure."

Cao Fan responded: "Master, I have to practice in the world for decades, so I have to have a skill in my body and I am not afraid of traveling all over the world."

Wang Xizhi nodded secretly: "If you have more skills, you won't suppress yourself. If you learn more, it will be good for you."

Cao Fan said shamelessly: "Please don't hide your own personal information. I will study hard."

"As long as you are willing to learn, you will do your best to be a teacher."

...

Longhua Lane Antique Market.

Today, a big news appeared and found that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy in the Jin Dynasty was solemnly written by "Huang Ting Jing", which was of amazing value. It was identified by Zhang Bangyou, a famous historian, archaeologist and calligraphy appraiser.

Zhang Bangyou's original interview: "This "Huang Ting Jing" is indeed the original work of Wang Xizhi. It is initially confirmed that the value of this calligraphy is about 100 million yuan."

At the same time, the police arrested six people from the tomb robbers and provided information to the police with rewards of RMB 100,000.

The rest of the cultural relics are still being counted and recovered.

After finishing the matter, Zhang Hua bought two pots of orchids and plants at the nearby flower and bird market and headed straight to Jinlin Hotel.

"I'm here Hengjing. You'll decide my girlfriend this time."
Chapter completed!