Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

"The Holy of Weaves, the Essence of Kesi", Li Ding'an doesn't like to study this stuff anymore.

Just like the Fourth Master's Dharani Sutra Quilt, a peerless treasure among peerless treasures, its "click" is like a pair of scissors.

Therefore, I will definitely not admit my mistake.

At first glance, except for the lack of gold wire, the appearance of this piece seems to be even more exquisite than that of a Dharani sutra quilt: feathers are feathers, tails are tails, pecks are pecks... the color is beautiful, the weaver is skillful, lively and lifelike... …

It's just a duck, as if it's coming to life.

Look carefully...good guy?

There is a mandarin duck on the front. Turn the piece of paper...oh no, turn over the brocade piece. There is still a mandarin duck on the reverse side, just like a mirror image.

How can ordinary cotton be embroidered like this?
Dingzhou Yin Yang Gong!
"It seems to be embroidered?" Yu Huiyin looked at it curiously: "It looks pretty good?"

More than just good-looking?
Li Ding'an breathed out: "This is Dingxi Yin Yang Brocade from the Song Dynasty. The weaving method was lost after the Jingkang Revolution!"

"Ah, Song Dynasty brocade?" Yu Huiyin was stunned, "Is there a big tomb in the mountain?"

Li Ding'an opened his mouth, but didn't speak.

A woman's clothes make her one year old...an inch of tapestry and an inch of gold. The key reason why this thing is expensive is that it is too difficult to weave. Ordinary people may not even see it, let alone use it.

Just like this mandarin duck: its peck is red, its eyebrows are white, its neck is yellow, its belly is gray, its feathers are blue, and its tail is black... There are six kinds in just a small piece half the width of a palm. Color, how many times does it take to draw the shuttle and how many times to change the thread to weave it?

And this is just the second thing: it is so well preserved, the color is so bright, and the silk is so flexible... If it is not a burial object in a large tomb, where else could it come from?
He held up the brocade, looked at it again and again, then squinted his eyes and looked around.

Brocade of the Song Dynasty, this place is Mobei, if there is a tomb, it can only be the royal cemetery of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

With such a status, before burial, a warlock will definitely be asked to look at the mountain to determine the acupoint, but let’s talk about the place where the acupoint is determined: the place where the descendants are cut off and the dragon is cut off...

How much hatred is this?

"What are you looking at me for?"

"You've been talking too much!"

"Look, they said there was a big tomb...where did it come from?"

"do not know."

Li Ding'an raised his hand and tried, but the wind was not strong and the wind direction was not obvious.

Then, he took off Yu Huiyin's pocket again, and a dull hair stood up firmly and kept drifting south.

"It hasn't collapsed after being pressed for so long... No wonder you are so stupid?"

"You are stupid...what kind of wind?"

"North Wind!"

"That's what blew from that mountain... Do you want to look for it?"

"Of course... This is a Song Dynasty brocade, maybe even a palace painting. There are only about ten of them in the world... Just this small piece, just this duck, it would be worth tens of thousands at least..."

Li Ding'an sighed, "It's most likely a big tomb, but it must have been stolen, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to get here..."

"Haha... I'm going too... Do you want to call them?"

"Look for it first, don't tell me if you can't find it... Slow down... Use Duzha as a cane..."

"Li Ding'an, what are you doing with your cell phone?"

"I'll take a photo. If I don't find it this time, I'll look for it next time."

"And next time?"

"Of course...this is Zingjin!"

The two people descended the mountain peak, but instead of coming to the camp, they went north.

Wang Yongqian thought for a while and put down his phone.

It's finally time to stop being busy, and it's time to give Li Ding'an some private space...

……

The further they walked, the stranger Li Dingan became:
Stone hills are next to stone hills, and strange rocks are piled on top of strange rocks. They are clustered together in dense clusters, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, or like a hundred birds returning to the forest.

Looking around, apart from the black stone mountains, there is only the vast Gobi desert and endless sand dunes.

The river valley is wide and wide, and there are many, criss-crossing. But it has been dry for hundreds of years...

Putting aside the terrain, let’s just talk about the mountain shape:
Guo Pu's "Burial Sutra": The five harms of disharmony are children, brokenness, stone, independence, and passing.

No vegetation grows, the hills are bare, the veins are exhausted and the soil is dry. This is called Tongshan.

The mountains are cut across, the peaks are messy, formless and without veins, this is called a broken mountain.

The mountains are towering and the strange rocks are suddenly angry. The stone that covers the stubborn evil is the resentment of the earth. This is the stone mountain.

There is no boundary to protect and support, the city is endless, a single mountain has a single dragon, and it is called a single mountain.

Wubu Burial, there are four of them here, and they are on every mountain.

If a temple is built, Li Ding'an will certainly give a good shout, but if a grave is built... who wouldn't dare to bury their ancestors here without an eighty-year-old cerebral infarction?

So, I just can’t figure it out.

He admired Huiyin even more: She said there was a tomb here, but was there really a tomb?

It feels like I learned so much Feng Shui knowledge in vain...

With strange thoughts in their minds, the two of them wandered aimlessly. Li Ding'an was okay, but Yu Huiyin's eyes were as wide as light bulbs and he didn't dare to blink.

As she walked, she exclaimed: "Li Ding'an, look... is there something reflecting light?"

No?
I guess the angle is wrong.

Yu Huiyin ran over and picked up a small piece of stone-like thing from the ground. A ray of light passed by, and Li Ding'an narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

It seems like porcelain tiles?
It was very small, slightly larger than an egg, and had a curvature, so it was obviously part of some kind of utensil.

The glaze is not very bright, but it is very moist, with a feeling of "like jade but not jade".

The color is elegant and natural, but the color is very strange: blue but not blue, green but not green, green but not green?

Needless to say, this was Li Ding'an's first time seeing such color-releasing porcelain.

"What kind of porcelain is this?" "Let me see!"

Yu Huiyin handed it over, and he looked at it carefully: Or is it a piece of porcelain?

Since there are brocades from the Song Dynasty, it is estimated that this piece is also a porcelain from the Song Dynasty. Is it this color... like a veil covering the sky?

Ok?
In an instant, two poems suddenly appeared in Li Ding'an's mind: After the rain, the sky is blue and the clouds break the virginity, this color is the future...

Oh my god...is this Ru porcelain?
Look carefully: the color is green and lustrous, the glaze is fat and bright,...

Touch it again: it's like a pile of fat, moist like ancient jade, delicate and greasy...

What is this if it's not Ru Ci?
Thousands of Guangsha are not worth a piece of your porcelain... This is ancient times.

Look at now: there are only sixty-seven pieces of Ru porcelain recognized in the world: seventeen pieces in the Forbidden City, 23 pieces in the Forbidden City on the Bay Island, eight pieces in the Shanghai Museum, seven pieces in the British Museum, and one piece in the Tianjin Museum.

The remaining eleven are in the hands of private collectors: one from Roche in Hong Kong, five from the United States, four from Japan, and one from the United Kingdom.

But from time to time, a piece will pop up at major auctions, claiming to be the 68th one in existence. The starting price is ridiculously low: tens of millions for the expensive ones, only 7 to 8 million for the more affordable ones, and the key It's a deal every time.

As to whether it is true or false, God knows.

But according to Lu Benzhi and He Anbang, if they were real Ru porcelain, they would have paid 500 million per piece to cut off their heads.

Real porcelain pieces have been auctioned: at the CITIC Auction in Macau in 2012, more than pieces of Ru porcelain pieces were sold for million.

After that, the price was almost the same every year. After the death of the gambling king in 2020, the children of the He family produced more than films at one time and made more than million.

So with this one in Huiyin’s hands, it’s easy to switch to a Mercedes-Benz.

But to be honest, meeting Ru Ci in this place is like seeing a ghost.

Could a Mongolian prince get such a thing?

It's almost as good as being an emperor...

"This is Ru Ci... Yu'er, you are rich..."

"Yeah...can you take it out?"

"Of course, just pay taxes!"

As long as Li Ding'an doesn't say anything, who dares to say that this is Ru Ci?
"Look again!"

The two people walked down the hill in circles.

But I quickly went to the bottom of the mountain and found nothing.

"Could it be that it's not here?" Yu Huiyin thought for a moment and pointed to the north, "On that mountain?"

"How is it possible?" Li Ding'an couldn't help laughing, "Can silk tapestry be blown over, and porcelain pieces can also be blown over?"

So if there is a tomb, it can only be on this mountain.

"Oh yes!" Yu Huiyin nodded, "But why is there no robbery hole?"

So, it's very strange.

Let’s not talk about the porcelain pieces, let’s talk about the piece of brocade. It must have been buried in the soil before and was dug up not long ago. Otherwise, it would have been turned to gray by the sun. It cannot be so new and the color is still so bright.

But the mountain was so bright that there was basically nothing blocking the view. The two of them walked down the mountain in circles. Not to mention the cave, they didn't even find any footprints...

"Is it somewhere that is difficult to walk, such as behind a rock?"

"It's possible... forget it, go back and have something to eat first, and then ask them to come find it together."

"Can we just call and ask him to bring some food?"

Li Ding'an took out his mobile phone: "Where is the signal?"

Yu Huiyin discovered that he and Li Ding'an had already climbed two mountains.

The straight-line distance is not far, maybe just over a kilometer, but the nearby Black Rock Mountains are full of mirror ferromagnetic minerals, and even the signals are interfered with.

"Let's go up from the river valley!"

"Ah."

Li Ding'an grabbed Yu Huiyin's hand and slowly slid down.

After walking most of the way, when we were almost at the bottom of the valley, there was a "click" under our feet.

The sound was very crisp, and Li Ding'an didn't pay attention. He just thought he had broken a branch or something.

Yu Huiyin stopped: "Li Ding'an, what did you step on?"

"Twigs?"

"Where did the branches come from here?"

Huh, right?

Not to mention trees, there are not even a few grasses in this damn place.

But he was very sure that what he just stepped on was a stick or something like that.

One is the touch: round and smooth.

The second is the sound, which is very loud and crisp: if it were a stone, it would not be a "click", but a "click"!
He walked back again, lowered his head to search, and picked up two stick-like things.

Then, the eyes slowly opened wide: there were teeth marks at the roots, which must have been bitten off by something.

The key is wood... isn't this a sandalwood carving?
The whole body is round, the wood is delicate, and two vertical edges are visible... these are clearly the two tendons at the wrist.

Half of the palm is missing, and three fingers are missing. Only the index finger and little finger are left, with the base of the finger pointing forward and the tip of the finger slightly curled.

Naturally, the shape of the other three fingers came to mind: one hand holding a bottle, one holding a willow branch, throwing out the rain... If it weren't for the flower-twisting fingers of the wooden carving of Guanyin, Li Ding'an would have dared to hold this arm and eat it.

Look at the carving again: the fingers are slender and rounded, and the lines are delicate and soft... Hmm... why do they look so familiar?

In an instant, he suddenly thought of the ancient city of Hunshan and the original image of Xiao Chuo: Shuiyue Guanyin?
Wooden Buddha statue, from Liao Dynasty?

"Boom"

My heart was beating like a drum, my heart was beating hard, my mind was in chaos, and my throat was so dry that it was smoking.

Haha... Have you really seen a ghost? (End of chapter)