The exchange of calligraphy and painting continued.

Previously, because of Imura Qian, the calligraphy and painting works brought by Country J had not had time to be displayed, and he was sent to the hospital again, and one of their deputy heads could only come up for exchange.

It was a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, dressed in the unique costume of their country J, and she looked very elegant in her gestures, and before, this woman was hardly noticeable.

However, from the eyes in which she looked at Zhou Tian without opinion, there was obviously a shrewdness.

I saw that she bowed slightly to the guests, and then asked someone to bring a scroll, and while opening it, she introduced: "I am Michiko, the deputy head of the delegation of Country J, and I will continue to communicate with you today." This time, we brought a painting that is a national treasure of our country J, and it is also the first time to show it to the world! ”

She didn't show a painting by Imura Chi, but a national treasure of calligraphy and painting?

Song Baiyi was very interested and wanted to go forward, but he was stunned when he saw Zhou Tian looking at the painting with his mouth open.

"Zhou Tian?" Song Baiyi called him.

"Baiyi! That's a real national treasure!" Zhou Tiancai said a sentence for a long time.

"What?" Song Baiyi looked back, the scroll was still being unpacked, and it seemed that they also attached great importance to this painting.

"Baiyi!" Zhou Tian suddenly thought about it, and whispered a few words to Song Baiyi.

"What?" Song Baiyi almost lost his temper after hearing Zhou Tian's words.

"If you want to go, you can go, listen to me!" Zhou Tiandao, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Michiko had already removed the outer packaging of the scroll, and Song Baiyi also came back, and he also took a scroll in his hand and handed it to Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian opened it a little and glanced at it, and then kept it in his hand and looked at the stage.

"This is ......" Song Changqing was the first to stand up in surprise, and at the same time, all the domestic calligraphy and painting masters, as well as artists who understand Chinese culture.

"That's right!" Michiko raised her head, "This is the national treasure of our country J, Wu Daozi's "Confucius Acting Statue"!"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, a pin drop could be heard quietly in the conference room of the exhibition hall.

Everyone in the world knows that the "Confucius Statue" that is now circulating all over the world is from the Confucian Temple stone carving, and the original manuscript has long been missing.

This makes the Chinese people who respect Confucius as a sage simply lose face!

"Is this the real thing?" someone asked, confused.

"Master Liao is here!" suddenly a person ran at the door and said to Song Changqing.

Before, Liao Jiang was delayed because of some things, so he didn't show up until today, but he didn't expect to encounter such a scene.

There was no time to greet him, Liao Jiang had already walked to the front, took out the magnifying glass in his pocket, and carefully examined the painting.

After a while, Liao Jiang almost trembled with his hands and wanted to touch the portrait, but he never touched it.

"Master Liao, what do you think?" Michiko asked.

Liao Jiang stood up straight, did not say whether the painting was real or fake, but asked another question.

"Excuse me, how did you get this painting?"

Michiko smiled, "Of course, it's the same as the painting on display, which was given to us by the author at the same time!"

"How is that possible?" Liao Jiang shook his head.

"Master Liao doesn't believe me, so may I ask, have you ever seen the two paintings we brought?" Michiko asked, looking around.

"At that time, during the period of your J country, your development was still full of hair and blood, and you sent many people to study in our country, and there is no historical record that Wu Daozi had any deep exchanges with you, let alone give you his paintings!"

"You haven't recorded this incident, and it doesn't mean anything, but now it's really these works brought by our country J! I won't take out a fake in order to get any honor!"

The conversation between the two of them attracted a lot of discussions, especially on Song Changqing's side, where several well-known masters were discussing something with each other.

"Besides, your country of China has begun to decline in the art of calligraphy and painting, but our country J has carried it forward, are you here unwilling to be compared with the artworks of our country J?"

This is a terrible sound! It suddenly turned people offended.

Taking someone else's lost national treasure to humiliate someone else's family is simply bandit logic!

Zhou Tian saw that the time was almost up, so he said to Song Baiyi: "Go!"

"Can it really work?" Song Baiyi still looked at Zhou Tian with some uneasiness.

"Don't worry!" Zhou Tian smiled and raised the scroll in his hand.

Song Baiyi gritted his teeth, stood up, slowly walked to the front, and looked at it as carefully as Liao Jiang for a while, the shock in his heart was incomparable, it was really Wu Daozi's real work!

However, he also kept in mind Zhou Tian's words.

"I'm sorry! I don't think this painting is Wu Daozi's real handiwork!" Song Baiyi said lightly.

"What did you say?" Michiko's face changed.

"Baiyi, you ......" Liao Jiang didn't expect Song Baiyi to say this, obviously it was genuine, how could he say that?

Everyone knows that the Song family has produced a genius white-clothed calligraphy and painting master, and no matter which dynasty or generation's calligraphy and painting works can not escape his eyes.

Even no matter how exquisite the fake is, Song Baiyi can see it at a glance, and he can tell how to make it.

But today, what is going on with Song Baiyi?

"Master Liao!" Song Baiyi smiled at Liao Jiang slightly, "Forgive Baiyi for being rude, this painting is indeed a thing of the Tang Dynasty, but it is not the true work of Wu Daozi!"

"Oh, do you have a credential?" asked Liao Jiang's eyes lit up.

"Master in white, I have admired the name for a long time!" Michiko said, "You can't just say that we are fakes because we took them out, so many artists are here, everyone can come and taste whether they are genuine!"

The people watching from the side had been waiting for a long time, and after a while, the front of the painting was crowded with people.

More than half an hour passed before they returned to their seats nodding and shaking their heads one by one.

"But what else do you have to say?" Michiko's face showed obvious disdain.

"Of course!" Song Baiyi still said lightly, "Everyone has always known that the most widely circulated "Confucius Xingjiao Statue" comes from the stone carving of the Confucian Temple, and the original manuscript has long been lost!

"Haha!" Michiko covered her mouth and laughed, "It's all about Huangkou Xiaoer, if it's really what you said, do you have any evidence?"

Song Baiyi turned around and nodded to Zhou Tian, "A few days ago, I went out shopping with my friends, and accidentally found a "Confucius Portrait" in a very old antique store, which is also the authentic work of Wu Daozi, I don't know which of these two paintings is real or fake!"

As soon as Song Baiyi's words fell, it caused an uproar.

"White!" Song Changqing pounced on him with an arrow step, "What you said is true?"

Seeing Song Changqing's excited look, Song Baiyi felt a little struggling in his heart, but he still chose to believe in Zhou Tian.

"Fifth uncle, it's true, I asked him to bring it today!" After Song Baiyi finished speaking, Zhou Tian also walked over and handed over the scroll in his hand.

"Fifth uncle, take a look! If it's genuine, I'm willing to send him to the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy!" Zhou Tian said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Tian and Song Baiyi were squeezed aside by the art masters who rushed up, smiling at each other.

The scroll opened, and the painting that appeared in front of everyone turned out to be exactly the same as the one brought by Country J!

"This ......" a few white-bearded and white-haired masters looked back and forth between the two paintings, unable to distinguish which one was real and which was false.

Or are both real?

"This can't be!" Michiko exclaimed in a gaffe, looking at her side again, and then at what Zhou Tian had brought over, "Yours must be a fake!"

"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" Zhou Tian said with a funny look at Michiko.

"Yours must be fake! When we got it, the man said it was genuine!"

"Oh! that person said it himself!" Tao Xiaoshu suddenly realized on the side.

"No! It's the author's own words, it's the real thing!"

"Oh!

The more Michiko explained, the more confused she became, and finally she simply shut up and didn't speak.

But the people next to them also understood that the two paintings of Wu Daozi they brought were not at all what they said were given by the author at that time, but they didn't know where they got them.

This has to make people think about it a lot!

"Why do you say yours is genuine? Mine isn't?" Michiko questioned Zhou Tian as much as she could.

Zhou Tian shook his head, "Then I'll let you die!"

After speaking, he walked to the front of the painting in country J, carefully studied the "Confucius Teachings Portrait", and suddenly, he stretched out a hand and held the scroll underneath.

"What are you doing?" Michiko hurriedly tried to stop.

Zhou Tian smiled slightly, "Take a closer look, can you say, no?"

Michiko had no choice but to withdraw her hand and stand to the side.

When Zhou Tian's hand reached the scroll, he felt the fluctuation of the faint source power in the portrait, and he quietly operated the source power, and sure enough, the source power in the portrait suddenly seemed to find an outlet, and poured into his body along his hand.

Then, after shaking his hand lightly and imperceptibly, he retreated, went to Song Baiyi's side, whispered something to him, and then touched the portrait he provided.

"What the hell are you doing?" Michiko kept an eye on Zhou Tian's every move.

"I just see, you have so many pairs of eyes watching, what the hell can I do?" Zhou Tian said with his hands outstretched, and then said loudly to the people present: "Now, let's let Bai Yi reveal the answer for everyone!"

Song Baiyi coughed lightly and slowly walked in front of the two portraits, and the others gave him their places.

"Everyone, as we all know, although he is young, he has also made some achievements in the study of ancient paintings!" Song Baiyi said, and the people present who knew Song Baiyi nodded one after another, and they had to admit that in today's calligraphy and painting circles, Song Baiyi's name is indeed not in vain, "No, I have also concentrated on studying every work of the painting saint, including the "Confucius Xingjiao Statue", and everyone also knows that this is the most widely circulated and considered by the world to be the most representative of Confucius Sage!"

"That's right!" someone agreed.

Song Baiyi smiled slightly, "Then everyone also knows that the most widely circulated image we have now comes from the stone carvings of the Confucian Temple, so there is still a big difference between whether it is a manuscript and a stone carving!"

"That's true!" said someone.

"Master Liao!" Song Baiyi bowed slightly to Liao Jiang, "You are currently recognized by everyone as an appreciator, please take a closer look at the two works, which one is a stone carving and which one is a manuscript?"

Hearing Song Baiyi's words, all the artists present suddenly realized, yes! There must be a difference between the lines of the stone carving and the lines of the manuscript!

Liao Jiang pushed his glasses, picked up the magnifying glass again, walked to the front of the two paintings, and looked at them carefully.

Even a few others couldn't help but join in.

"It was really an eye-shot just now!" After a long time of comparison, Liao Jiang slowly said this sentence.

This is the first time that Master Liao has admitted that he has been eye-catching!

"It turns out that it's really a fake!" the other masters nodded incessantly.

"How can this be? you guys are working together to deceive everyone!" Michiko was anxious, "What are you going to do?" Michiko shouted to Zhou Tian.