Godly System Moralizes the World

Although Ji Shixi had a bad temper and a bit poisonous mouth, his eyesight was really nothing to say, otherwise there would not be so many people pinching their noses to ask him to identify calligraphy and painting.

Looking at the "Crow Formation Picture" on the long table in front of him, Ji Shixi felt a stormy sea.

As he said before, the identification of calligraphy and painting is nothing more than five steps: paper, ink, color, style and style. If these are all right, then it can almost be concluded that the calligraphy and painting are genuine!

In the "Crow Array" in front of him, he could not see any flaws in either paper or ink. The paper was familiar. According to some details, he could conclude that it was from the middle of the Ming Dynasty. There was nothing wrong with the age.

The same is true for ink. In the "Crow Array" in front of me, the ink is dry and there is no trace of damp deformation. It can be seen that the previous collectors of this painting have kept it with their heart, so it has been passed down intact.

He can even faintly smell a hint of rosin!

Similarly, the colors and stamps are also okay, and there is no such thing as "fake a glance" as he once said.

Of course, these are secondary. After all, the current methods of counterfeiting are not bad. As long as you are careful, there is no problem with imitation in terms of materials and craftsmanship.

What shocked him most was the style of this painting, which was indeed Tang Bohu's unique style!

Tang Bohu was the head of the four great talents in Jiangnan. Although he was famous, he actually had a bad life. He was impoverished for half his life. After his death, even his friends helped him to arrange for the affairs of his life.

So in that situation, it is beyond doubt that he painted such a crow formation to express his inner distress!

Ji Shixi suddenly discovered that he could not find the slightest problem in this painting!

Everything is in line with the background of the times and also in line with Tang Bohu's personal style!

Is it really the real work of Tang Bohu? !

Ji Eleven frowned slightly unconsciously, and a little irritable in his heart. Seeing Xiao Tian kept looking at him, he was even more impatient.

impossible!

How could this kid have such good luck!

fake!

It must be fake!

Tang Bohu’s original crow formation picture has long been destroyed, this one must be ghostwriting!

correct! Ghostwriting!

Tang Bohu sells paintings for a living, and he also has the experience of inviting people to ghostwrite. For example, Wen Zhengming, who is also one of the four great talents, once wrote for Tang Bohu!

This crow formation picture must be ghostwriting!

Thinking of this Ji eleven's expression was a little calm, looked at Xiao Tian and sneered: "Boy, you are lucky."

"Why, did Mr. Ji admit that this is the real work of Tang Bohu?" Xiao Tian replied flatly when he heard what Ji Xi said.

"I didn't say that this is Tang Yin's authentic work," Ji Shixi said with a sneer: "Although this crow formation picture is also valuable, it is a pity that it is the ghostwriter of others! As for the ghostwriter, it should be the same four. Wen Zhengming, one of the talented scholars!"

Xiao Tian sneered disdainfully at the corner of his mouth. Just about to speak, a sigh suddenly came from the crowd: "October, you really disappointed me."

Afterwards, an old man with a flowery head came out from the crowd, hating iron and glaring at Ji Eleven, and cursed: "You have clearly determined that this painting is Tang Yin's authentic work, but for the sake of anger. Fighting to be slanderous here!"

The old man paused when he said this, took a breath, and then continued: "Wen Zheng Ming's ghostwriter? Even if he is ghostwriting for others, he will still subconsciously substitute his own style of painting, but look at this crow formation, which one is there? The painting method echoes Wen Zhengming's style of painting?!"

Speaking of the back, the old man is already stern!

"Who does this old man dare to scold Ji Dazui in person like this?" asked someone in the crowd who didn't know the identity of the old man.

"Don't you know? This is the master of Ji Dazui, Zhang Wanshan, Master Zhang!" someone beside him said.

"Could it be the one who is known as the master of domestic calligraphy and painting appraisal, who has never caught his eye in his life?" someone exclaimed.

"Apart from that, who else is qualified to be the master of Ji Dazui? Although Ji Dazui's mouth is a bit poisonous, his eyesight is real!"

"Doesn't that mean that the crow formation picture is really Tang Yin's authentic?!" Someone reacted and lost his voice.

"Nonsense, how could Master Zhang's words be wrong?"

"I don't know the origin of that little brother, this kind of good thing can be easily taken out!"

...

Xiao Tian ignored the chaotic crowd. Instead, he cast his eyes on Ji Xi'an and sneered: "Master Ji, remember what you said?"

"I..." Ji Shi opened her mouth and said nothing.

Although his net worth is not low, the value of the crow formation picture drawn by Tang Yin is incalculable. Even if he sells iron, he may not be able to buy this painting!

As for actually eating this painting, even if he could do it, he wouldn't dare!

Dare to destroy such a precious calligraphy and painting, let alone other people, first of all, his master will not be able to pass the level!

"This little friend, the old man first made a payment to you on behalf of this rebel. This rebel is rude, and the old man will be strictly disciplined in the future. Please also raise your hand and let the old man abandon him."

Zhang Wanshan suddenly arched his hands at Xiao Tian, ​​bends slightly, and said sincerely.

"This jade pendant should be treated as the old man's apologize," Zhang Wanshan took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Xiao Tian.

"No need," Xiao Tian waved his hand and said faintly: "Uncle Wei said before that he would buy this crow formation map. The owner is not me, so it's useless to find me. As for Master Ji, it's better to stay at home. Years, self-cultivation!"

"Thank you, my little friend, the old man took the adversary back to reflect first, and he was not allowed to walk out of the house for five years!" Zhang Wanshan glared at Ji Eleven, and then said to Xiao Tian.

"Five years?" Xiao Tian frowned.

"Five years is too short? Those ten years!" Zhang Wanshan was also a one-of-a-kind master, and he said in a deep voice.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Ji Shixi was incredulous when he heard this. Why didn't his master help himself, but helped outsiders instead?

"Shut up!" Zhang Wanshan dared to say aloud when Ji Shixi heard him, and shouted immediately.

Xiao Tian nodded and didn't say anything. Although Zhang Wanshan's hand was not clever, it did just hold him up. If he still held onto him, he might leave an aggressive image.

Although he doesn't care, but if you can miss it, you can miss it.

"If the little friend goes to Beijing in the future, you can come to the address recorded on the business card to look for me," Zhang Wanshan nodded when he saw Xiao Tian, ​​handed a business card to Xiao Tian, ​​and then left with Ji Shixi with a look of despair. .

"Xiaotian, how much do you plan to sell for this painting?" Wei Yi asked immediately after Zhang Wanshan and Ji Shiyi left.

Originally, he was only planning to spend money to buy a good one, but since the "Crow Array" is authentic, he naturally has no reason to let it go!

"Let's go up and talk about it," Wei Hong said suddenly, laughing.

"Yes," Wei Yi nodded and smiled at Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian also had no reason to refuse, he nodded lightly, put away the "Crow Array", and went to the second floor with the Wei family father and son and Wang Guan...

It didn't take long for Xiao Tian to walk down from the second floor with a calm expression, but the "Crow Array" he was holding was nowhere to be found, and it was obvious that the price had been negotiated.

After leaving Jubaoxuan, Xiao Tian did not return to the rental house, but took a taxi to the villa area between the blue water and the clouds...