This is the brocade box that Qianlong used to hold the heavy treasures of Sanxitang. There is such a brocade box in the old Boli of Baodao Province.

However, the brocade box here in this hospital is purple, and the brocade box in Jin Feng's hand is packaged in bright yellow silk with dragon.

Oh, my God!

This style of brocade box is only available to Pu Yi who brought it to Shuntian and stored it in the small white building!

Next to him, Wang Zhisong and a group of soft-footed shrimp were still raising their arms and shouting that Jin Feng had lost, and their faces were full of smug smiles.

Wang Zhisong is called a beauty in his heart, and he is so happy that he can't do it.

Being able to defeat God's Eye Gold is the lifelong dream of many people in the world.

This time, he was the first person in the world to collect his halberd and sunk in the small treasure island province, and the Duracell killed himself in Wujiang, what kind of face did he have to say goodbye to the mainland fathers.

This time, your face is swollen!

Hahahaha!

Wow kat k!

Thinking that the world's No. 1 collection of everyone overturned in the gutter and planted it in his own hands, Wang Zhisong's blood rose vigorously, and his eyes were red.

I call you a punch and a bankrupt Sin Chew Lee, I call you a good kick and you deserve to be compensated, I call you a saint of the Hebrews, and I call you a member of UNESCO

This time, this time, this day, you lost to us. Lost to our treasure island province Gubo.

Sure enough, only by inviting the old ancestor out can I get you down!

It's so relieving, it's so relieving!

Wang Zhisong waved his fists with all his strength and screamed with all his might.

When shouting and dancing, Wang Zhisong felt that something was wrong.

I turned my head to look left and right, and saw a group of old-timers around me actually stopped, looking quietly ahead like wooden people.

"Huh?"

Wang Zhisong was excited, and hurriedly turned his head and looked at the opposite side.

Under this look, Wang Zhisong changed color and was shocked.

In his eyes, he only saw Chen Liang and Lixia squatting silently beside Jin Feng. Lixia took the cup to Jin Feng well, while Chen Liang lay on the cold ground, staring blankly at something on the ground.

"Old Chen!"

"Old Curator!"

"What are you doing, hurry up"

Wang Zhisong trotted all the way to the old curator, and shouted Amitabha Buddha in his mouth: "Old curator, hurry up, you will be frozen, get up quickly, you"

In an instant!

Wang Zhisong glanced at the three things on the ground, and immediately shook his head violently.

As soon as he looked at it, he was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the whole person became a puppet.

Lying on the ground are three Codex texts.

On the three codex slips, the black fonts seemed to come alive at this time, rushing to Wang Zhisong's pupils,

A curved and beautiful font, a round and beautiful font, a flat and sharp eight-sided exquisite font like a piece of gold bricks, like a lump of gold ingots, like a sharp golden knife stabbed into their bodies one after another, stabbed themselves with thousands of holes, stabbed themselves in a daze, stabbed themselves completely unconscious.

Wang Zhisong, a half-step grandmaster, is also considered a top master on Treasure Island. Although he is also a proper sissy, he really has some ability in painting and calligraphy.

How could he not tell whether the fonts on these three books were good or bad.

The round and beautiful font is the most typical Zhao Mengfu calligraphy at a glance, the dot painting is vigorous, the knot is wide and beautiful, and the strength is explosive.

There are several authentic paintings of Zhao Mengfu in the Ancient Museum of Baodao Province, and the handwriting on them is 100% incorrect.

And the handwriting that is flat and steep and exquisite, and the words on the rubbing tablet are exactly the same.

The last one is a curvy font that I don't recognize.

However, judging from the structure of the font handwriting and the characteristics of the strokes, it is very, very consistent with the font of Li Yu mentioned in the historical biography.

Golden wrong knife!

Li Yu is a great poet who has been famous in China for thousands of years, and is known as the emperor in words. His calligraphy is called the stirrup method. He is especially good at calligraphy, and likes to use the kind of curvy and trembling penmanship to write.

Also known as the Golden Wrong Knife!

On weekdays, as long as you look at a piece of Ouyang Xun's rubbing calligraphy, you can let yourself reminisce for a long time, but in front of you is Ouyang Xun's authentic handwriting!

This authentic handwriting alone made Wang Zhisong's soul fly away, and he completely lost his ability to think.

The more he looked, the more Wang Zhisong fell into it. The more he looked, the more frightened Wang Zhisong became.

Then I have the inscription and signature on the pipe.

The seal of the descendants of Qianlong Sanxi Tang on the Ouyang Inquiry Post, as well as the appreciation seal of Yongzheng

There is also the Xuanhe costume invented by Huizong of the Song Dynasty on the Li Yu Codex, the gourd imperial book chapter of the head of the chant, the Xuanhe chapter of the front grid water, the Zhenghe chapter of the back water, and the seal of the inner house book of the tail paper

There is also the inscription of the thin gold body, as well as the stamp of Zhao Ji, the first emperor of the ages

Poof!

There was a muffled sound.

Wang Zhi knelt on the ground softly, his hands trembled and he wanted to hold three handwritten books, but his hands kept swinging in the air, and he didn't know which one to hold at all.

Woooooooo

Wang Zhisong suddenly burst into tears, like a devil, his head buried deep between his legs, and his whole body shook like chaff.

And just a foot away from Wang Zhisong, the ninety-six-year-old curator Chen Liang was already on the ground, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and his entire head was clubbed on the three codexes.

While watching, crying, laughing while crying.

Looking at it, Chen Liang applauded violently, roared hard, and roared like a ho-ho beast in his mouth, crazy to the extreme.

After a while, Jin Feng's feet were crawling and squatting full of countless people. Looking down from the sky, the person lying on his stomach is like a neat fan. And the squatting person is the embellishment in the middle of the fan.

The room in the restoration room was dead silent.

A full fifty people stared at these three peerless calligraphy that could not be measured by money or value, like a pilgrimage.

The monstrous waves set off in my heart can add up to drown the entire Treasure Island Province a hundred times.

They are all old people in the circle, and the national treasures treasured by the Baodao Provincial Ancient Expo Branch are indeed the top.

Compared with those provincial museums in the mainland, they have come into contact with far more national treasures than the masters and experts in the provincial museums.

And as an old man here, there is no doubt about the level and ability of appreciation.

None of these masters will understand the weight of these three ephedrals!

Never before!

Truly unprecedented!

As the same root, ancestor, and bloodline of Shenzhou, the inheritance and propagation of civilization hidden in the bones are vividly displayed at this moment.

The old people of the Baodao Gubo Branch were squatting and lying on their stomachs, and countless people were already in tears, so excited that they cried and cried, completely out of shape.

Especially Wang Zhisong and Chen Liang, the two of them are hugging each other now and are in pain, they want to touch but are reluctant, they want to touch it, but they really don't have the guts, and they are even more reluctant to touch it.

It's a luxury to look at it, touch it, and there are no regrets in this life.

The bleak autumn rain outside kept coming, and the naughty raindrops flew to the window enthusiastically and struggled, looking curiously at a group of crying old guys.

Gusts of cold wind poured in from the ventilators, raging relentlessly.

The night was already deep.

"Alright. Don't cry. ”

"Don't pretend. ”

"I don't know you yet?"

"I cried and cried, laughed and laughed, and the most important thing is to watch and watch"

"Now, it's time for us to get down to business. ”

"Get up. The floor has been warmed by you. ”

On the anti-theft laminated glass, the raindrops are even denser, and they are all waiting for the finale.

Therefore, the fifty first-class masters of the Bo branch helped each other to climb up, cowering and ashamed, almost not daring to look at Jin Feng, how could they have the slightest courage to respond to Jin Feng's words.

Lixia and another person helped Chen Liang, who had almost no strength, lifted the thick sofa and helped the old curator to sit down

Chen Liang wiped away the old tears and said to Jin Feng with a trembling whimper, "Where did you come from?"

At this moment, Chen Liang has long lost his previous arrogance and shrewdness, and his face is full of joy and excitement.

The cloudy old flower's eyes were full of hope and longing, and her wrinkled face was full of unprecedented well-behaved and seriousness.