There were some debris placed in the corner.

Of course, the so-called debris is not garbage, but rather messy things that are difficult to sort. It is just among this pile of debris that Wang Guan saw a brilliant and brilliant light.

The treasure light emitted from the innermost layer. Without even thinking about it, Wang Guan moved the debris on the top and then discovered the source of the treasure light at the lowermost layer.

It was a flat piece of wood, about one meter, with a mottled surface and very old one. It looked like a piece of ragged thing and had no value.

However, when Wang Guan picked up the wood, he found that the outline of the wood was a bit strange, one end wide, the other end was slightly smaller, and there were obvious ups and downs at both ends. This shape was clearly...

"Amitabha, donor, the opportunity has ended, so you should choose the right thing." At this time, the monk Banshan walked in and interrupted Wang Guan's reverie.

"I've chosen it, that's it." Wang Guan smiled, holding the wood and signaling slightly.

"Um?"

When the monk Banshan saw it, he was stunned. He was very surprised to see the broken piece of wood. He had to know that the thing was very old and not a complete thing. If it weren't for the collection collected by his master, he would probably not have put it here, but would have split it up and burned it as ordinary wood.

At this moment, Monk Banshan felt a little embarrassed, feeling that he had set the time too tight, which made Wang Guan panic and made a mistake in his rush, so he chose this thing.

Thinking of this, Monk Banshan recited the Buddha's name and couldn't help but say, "Donor, you can actually change it."

"No need, I want this one." Wang Guan smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, for your complete completeness."

"Amitabha!"

The monk Banshan was confused. He looked at it carefully but could not see anything special about the wood.

However, he had already given Wang Guan another chance, because Wang Guan himself did not cherish it, so the monk Banshan stopped saying anything and asked Wang Guan to leave.

After a while, the two returned to the Zen room. Yu Feibai hurriedly looked over and asked curiously: "Wang Guan, you smile so happily, have you picked up the treasure?"

"Absolutely, almost." Wang Guan smiled and gently hugged the piece of wood, feeling that he had made a lot of money.

"What baby?"

Yu Feibai looked closely and frowned immediately. He said in confusion: "Is it this piece of broken wood?"

"What's wrong with the broken wood?" Wang Guan said distractedly: "If the broken wood is broken, it is also a rare treasure for me."

“Huh?”

Yu Feibai was stunned, and then thoughtfully said, "Can this be a wood such as rosewood, golden nanmu?"

"no."

Wang Guan shook his head and denied it. He then did not explain. Instead, he said goodbye to the monk Banshan: "Master, I have been disturbed. Since the matter has been resolved, we will not delay your practice. Come and visit again if you have time in the future."

"Amitabha!"

The monk Banshan clasped his hands together and smiled and said, "Please give me some advice. If you have time to visit in the future, you must be a bed to treat you."

After a farewell, Wang Guan and others left the temple and walked slowly down the mountain.

On the way, Yu Feibai reached out and said, "Wang Guan, show me the thing. Speaking of which, this thing looks a bit familiar, and it seems that you have seen it somewhere..."

"You must have seen it."

After handing the wood over, Wang Guan reminded: "Qin, guqin."

"What!"

Yu Feibai was stunned for a moment. He immediately reacted, looked at the wood in his hand carefully, and exclaimed: "It seems to be true, but it seems to be wrong..."

"Why is it wrong?" Wang Guan gestured: "You see clearly that this is the body of the piano. It just lacks accessories such as Yueshan, Chenglu, Qinzhen, Qin strings, etc."

"It seems to be..." Yu Feibai looked at Wang Guan repeatedly, and said with interest: "Why, you haven't forgotten the beauty Qin Yue, so you deliberately chose this thing. But the thing is too broken, you have the nerve to give it to you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't look at the broken piano, but you are not unclear about the allusion of the Great Sage's Yiyin piano."

Wang Guan said angrily: "The same is true for the great sage back then. Both the strings and pegs were lost, and the mountain collapsed and was abandoned in the corner. No one paid attention to it at all. In the end, Mr. Wang Shixiang, a great collector, discovered the broken zither. After research, it was inferred that it was a treasure of the Tang zither. He immediately asked someone to repair it, which made the famous zither made in the Tang Dynasty regain its original brilliance."

"What do you mean is this is also a rare and famous piano?" Yu Feibai said in surprise, and then he quickly observed the body of the piano in his hand carefully. He found that the piano surface was gray and inconspicuous, and even the patent leather was mottled and falling off. It didn't look like a precious item no matter how you look.

"It's hard to say whether it's a treasure." Wang Guan said with a smile: "However, it must be the guqin. It's also a very high collection value to find someone to repair it. After all, the guqin appreciates very quickly now. I paid attention and found that famous guitars such as Jiuxiao Huan Pei and the Great Sage Yiyin have already exceeded 100 million yuan."

“That’s true.”

Yu Feibai nodded in agreement, and then hesitated: "But the most valuable ones are the Tang Qin, Song Qin, or Ming Qin. If it were the Qing Dynasty piano, it would not be much value."

"There is no way, there is no good piano in the Qing Dynasty." Wang Guan sighed lightly.

Of course, the Qing Dynasty mentioned here does not mean that there is no good piano in the entire Qing Dynasty for two or three hundred years, but compared it with the highest level of pianos in each dynasty. Compared with the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the Qing Dynasty is the worst.

The reason, aside from the craftsmanship factor, the biggest possibility is that a large number of pianos were left in the Ming Dynasty, and by the Qing Dynasty, there was no need to make their own pianos.

You should know that there is a very interesting phenomenon in the guqin, which is that one generation is worse than the other. In other words, the guqin made now is definitely not as good as the ancient ones. The main reason is that the older the age, the looser the wood, the thicker the sound of the guqin. Therefore, most of the sound quality of ancient guqins is better than that of modern ones.

Generally speaking, people with conditions are naturally willing to use the guqin and do not like the new modern qin. This phenomenon is probably very popular in the Qing Dynasty. At that time, the princes, nobles, literati and scholars all used the Mingqin. To a certain extent, this also restricted the development of the Qingqin.

Of course, Wang Guan thinks the biggest reason is that operas in the Qing Dynasty were popular and popular all over the world. Elegant art forms like the guqin lacked the foundation of the public and inevitably declined. There must be various reasons, but Wang Guan did not intend to study them thoroughly. He just needs to know that his guitar is definitely not a qing guitar.

“By the way.”

At this time, Wang Guan hesitated and said, "Feibai, everything has been done, are you planning to go back?"

"Are you going back?" Yu Feibai thought for a while, and nodded, "Okay, then go back."

"Young Master Bai, are you leaving?" Chen Shaofeng felt a little reluctant to leave when he heard the sound: "Will you play for a few more days?"

"I can't play enough, so I'll keep it for you first, and come again next time I have the chance." Yu Feibai smiled and said, "Then let's go here directly. After you go back, remember to say goodbye to the old man and the others for us."

Seeing this, Chen Shaofeng was not able to dissuade him anymore, but asked, "Mr. Bai, do you need to call the yacht here?"

"Flight, hurry up." Yu Feibai said, mainly when he came out, he would travel by the way, so he naturally had to slowly explore the scenery along the way. As for the return journey, he had seen all the scenery, and he was a little bit home-oriented. Of course, the faster the better.

Wang Guan agreed very much about this. Speaking of which, he had a good habit of taking luggage wherever people went. So the group did not have the trouble of turning back, and took their luggage directly and headed towards the airport.

Not long after, everyone came to the airport, bought the plane tickets for their return, said goodbye to Chen Shaofeng, and boarded the plane through security check. Then, after a boring long flight, they finally arrived at the provincial capital airport.

"Live..."

As soon as he got off the plane, Yu Feibai burst into tears and said in a weak voice: "I had known that I should have come back on a yacht."

"Stop complaining."

Wang Guan was also a little unconscious and said, "Go away quickly, I just want to have a good sleep now."

He couldn't sleep well on the plane, which made him very tired. Yu Feibai's condition was similar. After opening his mouth and yao, he immediately dragged his suitcase and walked out of the airport first.

After leaving the house, he stopped a taxi and went straight to Mr. Zhang's house. In the car, Wang Guan called and notified Mr. Zhang in advance, so when several people arrived at the Zhang family, Mr. Zhang had already opened the door to welcome their arrival.

"Old Zhang, we are back." Wang Guan smiled, but could not hide his tired face.

"Just come back." Old Zhang smiled gently: "The room is ready, you go and rest first. Let's talk about other things when you wake up."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Wang Guan did not refuse, and came to the guest room in a daze. He put down his luggage and turned to the bed. Then a sensation surged, which made him feel dazed and soon fell asleep.

It took him a lot of time before Wang Guan woke up slowly. After getting up, he felt a little more energetic, especially after washing his face, he felt refreshed.

At this time, Wang Guan walked out of the living room and walked towards the living room downstairs. As soon as he reached the stairs, he heard several people talking about something in the living room.

"This is definitely a piano from the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, and the craftsmanship is so poor."

"It makes sense. You see, the paint on the surface is too bad, and there are traces of falling off. You should know that a truly good piano will take at least two hundred years to gradually age and produce broken lines."

"And the so-called broken patterns are very beautiful textures, and the surface is very smooth when touched by hands. Unlike this, it is clearly a crack in the paint, even the patent leather peels off. The craftsmanship is too poor, and it is probably the work of a half-baked guru."

"Hehe, things were chosen by Wang Guan. He has no eyesight, so don't blame me."
Chapter completed!