The Three Realms of the City

Chapter 127
After a few minutes, the old man who hadn't spoken all this time got up and stood up without saying much. He picked up the last object on the table, the calligraphy and painting, and found a long table to put on it.

"My little friend's appraisal of the jade pendant and the small bronze tripod just now convinced us, but we don't know what's wrong with the calligraphy and painting." Situ Xing, a surname that is very rare in China, but when it comes to the Situ family, it is also a surname among many in China that cannot be offended One, but at this time the old man has no temper and airs, because the young man in front of him is very unusual.

Looking at Situ Xing's attitude towards Guo Bishu, Chen Yuanqing nodded slightly. If outsiders knew that the old man of Situ's family was so polite to a young man, they would definitely have a strong interest in Guo Bishu.

After Situ Xing finished speaking, several other elders also stood up one after another. The first two things were covered by Guo Bishu's words, but now these few people are afraid to make a conclusion about the authenticity of the painting that they have already identified.

"Let's take a look at the painting I just took on the second floor. It cost me 60. Sister Pei's Moxiang Pavilion is a bit dark!" Guo Bishu said with a smile.

"Boy, if you think it's dark, this painting is 600 million, the old man will take it back." Pei Nu said with a smile, since Guo Bishu is An Ruoyun's son, he doesn't have to be too polite to him, after all, An Ruoyun saw I have to call Uncle Pei myself.

"Is the old man so sure that the secret of this calligraphy and painting is worth 600 million?" Guo Bishu looked at Pei Nu and asked with a smile.

"I don't know if this painting is worth it, but what you showed the old man just now is not a problem that can be solved by 600 million." Pei Nu whispered, and Guo Bishu burst into laughter.

"Let's take a look at this painting first!" Guo Bishu said, shaking his hands, and the landscape painting of Huang Gongwang that he bought for 60 yuan appeared in front of everyone. Several old men kept shaking their heads, but Situ Xing But he looked carefully at the paintings on the table.

"This painting..." Situ Xing said two words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then nodded, then shook his head, making the other people even more confused.

"Boy, I am really convinced this time, but I don't know which master's work is hidden in this landscape painting. It is a bit troublesome to bring the picture in the picture back to the sky." Situ Xing did not speak loudly. An old man surrounded him again with a magnifying glass, saying a picture-in-picture, and a few guys who have studied various antique calligraphy and paintings for decades naturally understood what it meant.

"Hey, I saw this painting when it was sent to the Moxiang Pavilion. Because the style of the painting was too damaged, I could tell at a glance that it was not Huang Gongwang's work, so I put it directly on the second floor. I didn't expect this painting There is another world in the world!" Wu Caicheng shook his head and said.

"This painting has to be sent to Qi Beiyang and let him handle it. It's best to leave things like the whole of China to him." Guan Boyu said in a low voice, but thinking about it, Guo Bishu had already bought it. The words are a bit redundant.

"I contacted Qi Beiyang to ask him to come over. It will take at least ten days and a half months to deal with this painting. Let him bring his things to Moxiang Pavilion so that we can see who made this painting." Dong Budian said softly Said.

"Grandpas, this painting won't bother you about Qi Beiyang. If you want to know whose masterpiece it is, I'll just get the nomination." After speaking, Wu Caicheng and the others wanted to say something , but was stopped by Pei Nu on the side.

Guo Bishu nodded with a smile, and the fingers of his right hand began to tap on the lower left corner of the calligraphy and painting. After about a minute, a line of black characters appeared under Guo Bishu's fingers.

"Boy, it's the same method you used to fiddle with that piece of Shuanglong jade just now. It's amazing, I admire you." Pei Nu said in a low voice, but no one will care about Pei Nu, all eyes can't keep up with his subordinates A few words above.

"Ni Yuanzhen, this is the work of Yunlinzi Ni Zan!" Guan Boyu saw clearly the key words in a line of words, Ni Yuanzhen, isn't that Ni Zan of the Yuan Dynasty.

"The pavilion grows under the pine, and the secluded person returns at dusk. Come here again in the morning, with hair facing the sun. In the early winter of the 14th year, Ni Zan wrote a picture of the pine forest pavilion for Changqing Maoyi, and wrote a poem on it, which is Ni Zan's picture of the pine forest pavilion , How is this possible, if this is an authentic work, what about the one in the Imperial Capital Museum." After watching it for a while, Guan Boyu continued, and the eyes of the old men widened.

"Little friend, I don't know what method you used to get the inscription out just now, but there is a way to finish the whole painting, so that we old men can have a good time." Guan Boyu said with a smile on his face.

"You guys are staring at this picture of the kid, and you don't have any intentions. In fact, the value of this picture is not as good as the one on the first floor." Guo Bishu said with a smile.

At this moment, several people remembered that there was another painting over there. They walked to the first painting with a trace of reluctance, and then they looked at it seriously.

"Little friend, is this painting still a picture-in-picture?" After watching it for about ten minutes, several old men shook their heads together. This first painting is different from Guo Bishu's painting, because this painting Obviously it's just one pair, a pair of Hongren's works in the early Qing Dynasty. Although it is also very good, it is slightly inferior to Ni Zan.

"Hey, when you get older, your thinking will be imprisoned." Guo Bishu shook his head and said, and the faces of several old men turned red with embarrassment at Guo Bishu's words.

"Small pen book, what's going on, tell me quickly." Pei Yunshang also became very interested in this painting. At the beginning, this painting was bought from a foreign collector and cost 70 yuan , the price in Moxiang Pavilion was 180 million. Someone had already taken a fancy to it, but was selected by Guo Bishu, and the transaction was cancelled. Pei Yunshang is a businessman, so he naturally wanted to know the value of this painting.

"There is something wrong with the scroll of this painting, let me fix it!" Guo Bishu said, his index finger and thumb fell on the scroll, and then he heard a crisp sound, the scroll cracked, Pei Yunshang and the old men wanted to say What, and then saw something hidden in the scroll, a group of people suddenly became excited, and they didn't care about the scroll.

"Small pen book, slow down, get the contents out!" Pei Yunshang said excitedly, Guo Bishu nodded, twisted the animation axis slightly, and Guo Bishu took out a roll of paper from inside.

"The pen and ink of the old man is given to Jiabao, and he burns incense every year as a teacher. Master Hongren admires Ni Zan very much. If I guess correctly, the painting in this scroll should also be the work of Master Ni Zan!" Guo Bishu said with a smile, Guan Boyu and Wu Caicheng carefully opened the scroll, and a landscape painting came into view. After just a glance, Guan Boyu and Wu Caicheng nodded together. This scroll is indeed Ni Zan's work.

"Miss, sell this painting to me. I haven't taken any dividends from Moxiang Pavilion in recent years, so this painting is considered a dividend." Wu Caicheng said excitedly.

"The masters look at the painting first, and I'll have a good chat with this stinky boy first." After speaking, Pei Yunshang directly pulled Guo Bishu into the room, but she was not worried about what Wu Caicheng and others would do to the landscape painting.

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