"Borrowing blood, have you watched too many TV series, do you think a drop of blood can change the fate of this fake?"

"Donald doesn't like the things that are thousands of fakes. ”

"That's right, this calligraphy and painting has been with me for more than three years, and there are not 1,000 people who have seen it, but 800, if it is true, it would have been sold a long time ago. ”

At this time, the boss couldn't help it and admitted that the painting was a fake.

I lost 300,000 at once, and if I didn't find some psychological parallel, I would definitely be depressed to death today.

Hearing the discussion of these people, Lu Guofa also began to wonder in his heart.

Han Zixuan saw Qi Luoyu's leak for the first time, and it was completely lucky.

But luck is going to be good all the time.

If he's not careful.

Mess with this painting and disappear,

300,000 yuan can be wasted.

If you are the tigress at home,

Knowing that he has saved his private money with great difficulty,

Defeated by this uncompetitive fellow,

There will be no good days in the future.

"Zixuan, are you sure? This is worth 300,000. ”

"Don't worry, uncle, if it's broken, it's mine, didn't I just sell it for a million, and I'll pay you when the time comes. ”

Han Zixuan comforted him, even if Lu Guofa was ungrateful, he would be his future father-in-law.

Can help a little bit and count a little.

But when the shopkeeper heard this, his face became sinister, and he laughed in a low voice.

"Once you are lucky with shit, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that you are lucky again. ”

Among the onlookers, none of them were optimistic about Han Zixuan.

It is possible to turn this fake into a genuine one, unless a miracle falls from heaven.

And they believe it is,

This spilled down,

This fake will only become the garbage of the water.

"The owner doesn't believe it's real. ”

Han Zixuan asked rhetorically.

"Naturally, if it's true, I'll return the money from the sale of calligraphy and paintings to your father-in-law, but what if it's fake. The shopkeeper glanced at Han Zixuan slyly.

"What if it's fake?"

"Give me back one million, anyway, I gave you that Pixiu, and the money should be mine. ”

The shopkeeper said confidently.

The skin is so thick-skinned that it is estimated that it can block bullets even if it is touched.

"It's a deal. ”

As soon as Han Zixuan's voice fell, everyone sighed.

"I said that this kid is not stupid, what Donald can't even see, how can it be true. ”

"It's not just stupid, it's an idiot, just got a million, and it's going to be wasted again. ”

"If my daughter had such a loser boyfriend, she would have been divided a long time ago. ”

Lu Yao didn't agree with Han Zixuan's approach, which clearly fell into the trap of the store owner.

When she wanted to dissuade her, she thought of what happened to Han Zixuan yesterday, so she dispelled this thought.

Especially when she found a pixiu worth one million in a pair of garbage just now, it suddenly made her feel that Han Zixuan was not an idle person.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.

How can a waste material who can only write novels be able to understand so much antique knowledge.

But what my father bought was obviously a worthless broken painting,

Why does he attach so much importance to it?

And a drop of your own blood?

Could it be that he wants to turn decay into magic?

Obviously,

It's impossible.

Rao didn't believe Han Zixuan, but she still stretched out her hand, and after biting the skin in her mouth, she dropped a drop of blood into the other party's bowl.

Seeing Han Zixuan's approach, Tang Mingyao was puzzled, he had seen many people who identified real and fake calligraphy and paintings.

There are those that are baked with fire, and there are also those that are wet with water and then removed from the interlayer.

But I have not heard of anyone using blood as a guide.

Han Zixuan did this, it was simply a fantasy.

"Xiaoyou, if you splash it, there is nothing. ”

Tang Mingyao wanted to stop it, but it seemed too late.

Han Zixuan didn't explain, and stubbornly sprayed the water mixed with Lu Yao's blood evenly on the entire painting scroll

pause,

The entire axis of landscape painting has undergone earth-shaking changes.

I saw that there were about two meters and a width of seventy centimeters, in this landscape painting.

There are no regenerating shrubs, no dense forests, only red mandalas in full bloom.

A woman dressed in white,

Surrounded by the lute,

Tearfully looking at the camel caravan returning from afar in the flower field.

As if in a breeze,

The camel bell rings,

The woman looked at the caravan without a person,

The hand was cut by a broken string and did not know it.

The waterfall as thin as silk still flows down,

It's just the petal-covered stream,

With her boundless sorrow echoing through the valley, it was long.

As a complete picture unfolded, there was no more questioning voice in the entire Xiao Xuan.

Everyone's mouths were so surprised that they could stuff a husky into it.

No one would believe that what was happening in front of them was real.

After a long time, someone still asked Tang Mingyao in disbelief:

"Donald, you have a lot of research on landscape calligraphy and painting, take a look, is this true? ”

As everyone knows, Tang Mingyao is already in tears at this moment.

When he was asked, he hurriedly wiped away his tears and sighed:

"The smoke and rain were harvested, and the small courtyard of flowers was gone, and I picked a pair of soybeans, bowed my head, and said that I was carrying an undercurrent of tears.

I, Tang Mingyao, have read countless paintings in my life, and I never wanted to miss this conjoined painting in this collection.

Over the years, I really lived to dogs. ”

The so-called conjoined painting means that there is a painting in the painting, and the painting is hidden in the painting.

As the outside world changes, the painting will change into a different scene.

Hearing that it was a conjoined painting, some people present couldn't help but exclaim:

"Oh my God, it's a miracle. But I didn't expect that everyone knew that Fan Kuan, a master of landscapes, would draw a picture-in-picture that was even more superb than the Holy Hand. ”

With this shout, it was followed by a sigh of amazement.

"Even Donald is surprised, naturally it is genuine, it is really a fool and a fool. ”

"I knew it for a long time, so I bought it for double the price. ”

But there was only one person in the room full of people, like a deflated balloon, slumped to the ground.

This person is the owner of the shop.

He kept slapping himself in the face and in the mouth,

His eyes were full of remorse.

After seeing a completely changed picture, Lu Guofa's eyes lit up.

He knew that once the painting was sold, it would not be worth 300,000 yuan.

In order not to make what he said seem superficial, Lu Guofa asked in a deep voice:

"Xiao Han, why do you use Yaoyao's blood instead of your own. ”

"The ancients were meticulous about painting, and they were even more cautious about paint.

In this painting, Fan Kuan uses cinnabar, red clay, realgar, red dan, iron red, rouge, and a small amount of Buddha green ore. ”

When Tang Mingyao heard this, he also discovered these things.

But what does this have to do with the use of blood, and the use of women's blood?

Before Han Zixuan could finish speaking, he hurriedly interjected and asked:

"Little friend, what does this have to do with Miss Lu's blood?"

The ancients paid great attention to the exquisiteness of pigments in painting, but anyone who knows anything about ancient paintings must know these mineral pigments.

It is unheard of to use women's blood.