After going out, Zheng Qian didn't go to the front hall immediately, he still had to find a way to get a painting first.

There are many treasures of Donald, it is not difficult to find a white paper of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy of the same period, and if the ink is used, there are many inks in the treasure house of Donald that have been preserved before, as long as they are not too careful, there is no way for ordinary people to identify through the fineness of the ink.

After these were found, Zheng Qian turned on his mobile phone.

"Let's help Donald for once!" Zheng Qian muttered, he still had more than six hundred yellow spars left, plus a shit luck.

Although he used a hundred yellow spars to draw Wang Xizhi's calligraphy soul fragments before, it only increased the probability, and now Zheng Qian has shit luck in his hands, even if he uses fifty yellow spars to draw lotteries, it can still be!

used shit luck, Zheng Qian silently muttered in his heart, it must be Wang Xizhi's calligraphy soul fragment!

He's got one piece left, nine pieces left!

"Whew!"

A ray of light flashed, Zheng Qian's eyes froze, and a fragment of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy soul appeared on the screen.

"Ha, this shit luck is so good!"

Zheng Qian thought in his heart, within five minutes, he hurriedly extracted again, and he didn't stop until he successfully collected ten pieces of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy soul fragments.

Although four hundred and fifty yellow spars were consumed, the joy in Zheng Qian's heart was gone!

He looked at the time, there was still some time before five minutes, and looking at the yellow spars he had left, a thought suddenly popped into Zheng Qian's mind.

"Well, while the time for the shit luck is still there, why don't I draw the shit luck now?

Zheng Qian thought to himself, his eyes lit up.

He hurriedly placed a bet, and the pointer turned, but this time, Zheng Qian was disappointed.

The pointer stopped in the area below fifty yellow crystals, and it didn't move.

"That's not right, the time for that shit luck before is not over yet!" Zheng Qian scratched his head, his face was confused, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that this shit luck can't be used to extract shit luck, it can only draw other things!"

Zheng Qian slowly reacted at this time, and reluctantly clicked on the treasure chest, but what came out of it was only a bottle of truth potion.

When the time came, Zheng Qian also put down his mind and looked at it, he still had one hundred and twenty-three yellow spars left to spare.

He looked at the paper, ink and ink and ink that had been prepared in front of him, Zheng Qian also breathed a sigh of relief, sank into the dantian, and slowly closed his eyes to experience Wang Xizhi's calligraphy artistic conception.

When he opened his eyes again, he grabbed the brush on the side and quickly started the dragon flying phoenix dance.

……

At this moment, the hall outside has begun to be noisy.

"Old Tang, how do you go to get a copybook, why is it so rubbing? It can't be that something is wrong, right?"

Li Gengsheng got up from his chair and said with a sneer.

As soon as his words fell, a few people immediately echoed, "Yes, it's been half an hour since I got a copy, why haven't I come back yet!"

Those who didn't know what was going on also looked at Tang Ge with a strange expression.

Tang Ge said with suffering in his heart, and said forcefully: "Everyone, don't be impatient, I have already sent someone to urge, and I will come over soon!"

"But we've all waited so long?" someone asked.

Li Gengsheng stood aside and sneered, "Old Tang, you tell the truth, is there something wrong with the copybook?"

Donald was stunned for a moment, and it was even more difficult to choose in his heart, whether this was a confession or continued to delay time, but could Zheng Qian's side really handle it? Paper will never be able to contain the fire, if this matter is leaked, it will be all over!

"No!" Donald's eyes lit up, and he said in his heart: "Anyway, I have an old bone, and I will bear this matter by myself, and I must not let it affect Xiao Zheng, otherwise, Xiao Zheng's future will be completely ruined!"

Just when Donald was about to lay out his heart, a voice came from the back hall.

"Here comes the copybook......

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly turned their heads to look.

The most shocked is naturally Li Gengsheng, he has just received the news of his subordinates, Wang Xizhi's true handwriting has obviously been damaged, how can there be a real copy taken out now, what is going on?

When he turned his head to look at Tang Ge, who was also full of shock, his heart instantly understood, hum, you dare to take fake things out to fool around, wait, see how I expose you in a while, in the calligraphy and painting circle, the most hated thing is fakes, as long as I expose it in public, when the time comes, your Tang Pavilion will be disgraced, and the president of this calligraphy and painting association will be me!

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, Zheng Qian walked over with a calligraphy in his hand.

"Wow, that's really Wang Xizhi's real handiwork!"

Although the calligraphy was covered by a red curtain, some people shouted excitedly.

Zheng Qian handed the calligraphy to Tang Lao, who was still a little relieved.

He patted Donald's hand and motioned for Donald to rest assured, while he went to put down the tray.

Donald also sighed in his heart, but after all, the arrow had to be sent on the string, he hesitated for a moment, but still went to slowly uncover the curtain.

The people around him immediately rushed up and watched carefully.

Li Gengsheng sneered and squeezed in, he knew that this was a fake, as long as the evidence could be found, Tang Ge would be completely finished, and in the circle of calligraphy and painting, Wang Xizhi's works are the most difficult to imitate, ordinary people can only imitate the latter's glyphs, and they can't imitate the muscles and momentum in each stroke at all, if you find a flaw, it will be much easier.

However, when Li Gengsheng squeezed into the crowd, he was a little dumbfounded!

"Is this really a fake?"

Li Gengsheng is a little suspicious of his eyes, this calligraphy is more like Wang Xizhi's genuine handwriting than his own, that stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, artistic conception, taste, muscles and bones, all there, such handwriting, in addition to Wang Xizhi, can there be a second person who can write it?

His eyes widened suddenly, his face full of incredulity, and his eyes swept viciously over the letter, expecting to find a flaw.

The others, who were unaware, admired it and praised it.

Donald was still a little worried, but when he saw Zheng Qian's imitation, his eyes immediately straightened, Rao is he looked carefully, but there was no way to find a trace of suspicion, this is the real work at all, even under the influence of the precipitation of the years, this is more real than the real thing!

When everyone was praising him, Zheng Qian stood aside, his eyes staring at Li Gengsheng who was trying to find faults, the corners of his mouth were full of sneers, "Wait, you can harm me, I can also harm you, let yourself completely lose your face in front of so many people for a while, you want to harm others, and in the end it will only be you who will suffer, people are doing it, the sky is watching, you are doing it, I am watching, today I will do the right thing for the sky!"