As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal

“This protagonist… Is it Zhong Yao?” one inquired.

“Absolutely, it’s Zhong Yao,” Luo Feng nodded.

“I know this man. If memory serves, he was a calligrapher too?”

Luo Feng said, “Not only could Zhong Yao do calligraphy, but he was also a renowned calligrapher during the Three Kingdoms era. If he claimed to be the best, no one else would dare call themselves second.’

“Is he that formidable? Who’s more impressive between him and Hu Zhao?”

Luo Feng replied, “Hu Zhao is of course no match for Yao! He falls short by comparison.”

“I thought these two studied under the same teacher?”

“Really? These two individuals had the same tutor? Is that even possible?”

Luo Feng nodded, “Indeed, they shared a tutor, a man of great renown, Liu

Desheng.” “Liu Desheng?”

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Luo Feng chuckled, “Liu Desheng was a Han Dynasty calligrapher, considered the ancestor of cursive script. Even Wang Xizhi would have to call him ‘ancestral master’. ”

‘What does this have to do with Wang Xizhi?”

“Exactly! They’re generations apart!”

Luo Feng explained, “There’s indeed a connection. You see, the heritage of calligraphy is vital for calligraphers. Ancient records show that Cai Yong learned from a divine man, and passed his knowledge to Cui Yuan and Cai Wenji. Cai Wenji then taught Zhong Yao, who taught Lady Wei, who finally passed it on to Wang Xizhi.”

“Damn, that’s absurd. So, all this calligraphy is divinely transmitted? It didn’t evolve or get invented by humans?”

“Are you being obtuse? These are mythical tales, you don’t have to take them seriously. If you do, you’ve already lost, got it?”

“Regardless of the myth, Wang Xizhi indeed would have to call him ‘ancestral master’. ”

“Zhong Yao’s works, I reckon they’re worth a fortune!”

Luo Feng carefully stored the calligraphy works and resumed his exploration.

There were more calligraphy pieces ahead.

All of them were the works of Zhong Yao.

Several of them were even creations of Sima Yi himself.

Leaving aside the value of the Han Dynasty Imperial Jade Seal, each of these calligraphy pieces could be sold for a tremendous amount, possibly fetching astronomical prices.

After all, the ink treasures of the great calligraphers from the Three Kingdoms era were truly rare.

Unlike those from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties.

Especially the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Numerous people’s calligraphy had practically become commonplace.

Because by then, the art of paper-making was well developed, hence their works were easily preserved.

Luo Feng proceeded forward. Next were weapons, each occupying the space of a stone platform.

There were nine weapons in total.

Sima Yi was not only a strategist but also a warrior.

After making a round, Luo Feng returned to the front of the coffin.

Inside the coffin, according to the system, was just one treasure marker, likely a body.

At most, the body was clad in a suit made of jade and threaded with gold.

Luo Feng did not open it, but instead turned to leave.

“This tomb of Sima Yi seems quite modest.”

“There’s indeed not much of value.”

“No gold or silver. He’s really something else.”

“Though his remaining ink treasures are valuable, at his time, he wouldn’t know these would be worth more than gold or silver.”

“That’s right, it’s only appreciated in value over time. Back then, calligraphy wasn’t so sought after.”

“In short, Sima Yi didn’t realize these ink treasures would be worth much more than piles of gold and jewels.” “So, it was a modest burial after all.”

Luo Feng also felt that was the case.

Even though these calligraphers had some renown at the time.

Who could have anticipated their works would be so valuable today?

Merely placing some famous calligraphers’ works could indeed be considered a modest burial.

Soon after, Luo Feng toured around the tomb chamber.

Minutes later.

Luo Feng chuckled to himself.

The main burial chamber indeed had quicksand surrounding it, as sand had seeped in.

Had they forcibly opened it from the outside.

The tomb could have ended up buried in the quicksand.

“Little Luo, Little Luo, I’ve finally found you!”

“Where have you been wandering off to?”

However, after Luo Feng had made several rounds around the main burial chamber.

Gu Santong found Luo Feng.

“I’ve been circling the main burial chamber. The quicksand burial is indeed real. If we had forced our way in from outside, we could have been buried in the quicksand,” Luo Feng said with a smile.

“Little Luo, let me tell you something. Do you know who those effigies represent?”

Gu Santong seemed quite excited about this, his mouth foaming slightly. “Oh? Do these people have historical records?” Luo Feng asked. When he saw those terracotta figures, they were just common names like Zhang San and Li Si. Since Luo Feng didn’t recognize them, he hadn’t paid much attention.

Seeing Gu Santong’s expression now, could those people actually be important figures?