Next up is a bronze of the most common square tripod, but the size is a bit scary, the tripod is a meter high! After Mu Xiaoyang, who held the treasure, introduced the origin, everyone was in an uproar! This tripod was actually picked up in a barren mountain and a ruined temple!

One day, Mu Xiaoyang and his friends met to climb the mountain, climbed halfway up the mountain, it rained heavily, and several people crashed into a ruined temple like headless flies, and found the tripod in a grass pit under a collapsed wall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Di was dumbfounded when he heard this, but looking at the appearance of this tripod, it doesn't look like a pit product, but its origin will definitely not be like what the treasure holder said, this guy is here to challenge everyone's IQ! Sure enough, Wu Di saw from a distance that the ten judges on the rostrum each had strange faces, but they didn't seem to be angry, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

Wang Yuwan stabbed Yan Ju,

"Your old man is good friends with his master, do you know where this tripod came from? If this Ding is true, it is definitely a national first-class cultural relic, and it is going to die if it is bought and sold privately! ”

Yan Ju smiled bitterly:

"Brother Wang, don't believe it, this is really how this Ding came about! I was there at the time. It was raining heavily that day, and we were afraid of a mudslide, so we ran all the way up the hill and found a ruined temple drenched all the way. The golden body in this temple has turned into a puddle of mud, and only half of the houses are left to shelter from the rain, and then Brother Xiaoyang is really anxious, so he rushed to the outside of the temple in the rain, and accidentally fell into a grass pit. Later, he kept watching there, and we went to the bottom of the mountain to invite fellow villagers to carry them down the mountain with Ding! ”

"Holy! Tomorrow Lao Tzu will go climbing! Grandma's, don't talk about picking up a ding, just pick up anything! ”

Zeng Chengjie next to him couldn't hold back and laughed. Wang Yuwan scratched his head and asked:

"Am I saying funny?"

"No, you asked Brother Yan for a photo to see, this guy Mu Xiaoyang, when Brother Yan and they went down the mountain to find someone, they kept sitting in the ding and waiting, but when everyone came up, they saw it...... Hahahaha! ”

After Han Lao waited for Mu Xiaoyang to finish speaking, he stood up and added the origin of the tripod, the broken temple was later verified to be built by the rich family who entered the mountains to avoid disasters in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and the big tripod obtained by Mu Xiaoyang is indeed the real Shang Dynasty!

Wu Di has always thought that he is super lucky, but his things are bought with real money, but this old man, hundreds of kilograms of priceless Shang Ding turned out to be poured out of a bubble of urine! That's what real luck is!

As soon as the big tripod came out, everyone felt that there was no more resistance, and the remaining treasure holders were also in their own mood, and a middle-aged man holding a Ming Wanli colorful light group dragon pattern flower goose was even more direct failure.

"Originally, I thought that this Wanli Flower Gob would be able to win the championship, but I didn't expect Brother Xiaoyang to sacrifice such an artifact! As soon as Shang Ding comes out, who will compete! Baby, baby, I've wronged you, this loss is really a crime of non-war! ”

Fourteen treasures were hurriedly displayed, and the time was less than four o'clock, mainly because the big ding appeared too early, killing the rest of the suspense. At this time, Wu Di stood up and walked towards the rostrum.

"Anything else? Aren't all fifteen pieces on display? ”

"Look at the box in his hand, it is estimated to be a scroll, but except for those in the Forbidden City, no one is the opponent of that Dading! It's really worth it this year, these treasures are so strong! Hundreds of millions worth of them are close to ten, right? ”

"Anyway, it's still early, let's take a look, this black boy is Chang Lao's disciple, maybe he can turn defeat into victory!"

Wu Di walked onto the rostrum amid everyone's discussions, turned to face everyone, and the crowd quieted down.

"The next work on display is Tang Yin Tang Bohu's masterpiece that has never been seen, "Hanjiang Sending Friends", obtained from a New Year's painting engraving in Hong Kong, please be sure to remember the details of the picture when you watch it later."

After speaking, Wu Di stood next to him, waiting for everyone to take turns watching and answering some questions. Several calligraphy and painting experts first came to the stage to appreciate, at present, there are less than five authentic works of Tang Bohu recognized in the world, if there is no problem with this one, it is also a rare treasure.

The identification of calligraphy and painting is the most difficult and easy, and the key is the quality of the painting. A few minutes later, the eyes of several experts matched, and one of them, an old man with a white beard, smiled at Wu Di:

"Congratulations, Wu Di, if I'm not mistaken, this is the fourth piece you took out today, right? It's amazing, it's amazing, it's really worthy of the treasure picking boy that Brother Yang admires. ”

Wu Di recognized that the person who spoke was Mr. He Liangdong, a first-class researcher of the Palace Museum and an expert in calligraphy and painting, and hurriedly said modestly:

"Don't dare to be, it's all Old Man Yang teasing the kid, Old Man He is serious."

After several experts identified the authenticity, it was everyone's turn to watch, Zeng Chengjie, who had a blue and white plate but failed miserably to a blue glazed plum vase, did not look at the painting after coming to the stage, but whispered to Wu Di:

"Brother Wu, give me a thorough explanation, why do you want to keep in mind the details of the picture? Don't...... Will this painting still be able to change? ”

Wu Di said secretly, your kid guessed accurately! He smiled and arched his hand, and said:

"Brother Zeng said that it will change, this painting will really change, you will have to see it later."

Several people who came on stage together heard the conversation between the two, with different expressions, but none of them opened their mouths again, but they were obviously a little more careful when looking at the paintings.

Zeng Chengjie pursed his lips and complained:

"If you don't say it, you won't say it, you dare to use my brother as a monkey, and I want you to look good for a while!"

Wu Di couldn't help but smile bitterly, in this world, it's really difficult to tell the truth!

Ten minutes later, everyone returned to their seats, and the ten judges all stood up, everyone thought it was time to rest and wait for the results, but they didn't expect Dean Han to suddenly say:

"Please move to the glass house in the square, today Wu Di's little brother is going to make a little trick for everyone, remember, don't blink later?"

People followed Han Lao to the glass house in the square, Wu Di walked in alone, fixed the painting on a glass wall, and then walked out of the room and closed the door in the puzzled eyes of everyone.

Old Man Han waited for Wu Di to walk out of the glass house, glanced at the old guys who were talking, turned around and nodded to the staff on call next to him, and shouted:

"The first change, the wind rises!"

With the order of Mr. Han, the staff started the high-power electric fan in the glass house and blew it towards "Hanjiang Sending Friends". Everyone stood next to the glass house, looking at the paintings that were blown tightly on the wall, and couldn't help but look at each other, what is this old Han doing?

As the time passed, the people standing in the front row slowly noticed that something was wrong, and the characters and landscapes on the painting seemed to be gradually changing with the wind! Wang Yuwan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, stared at the picture again, and suddenly shouted:

"Holy! This painting is alive! ”

The people watching together in the front row were looking for words in their hearts, and when they heard Wang Yuwan's shouting, they echoed one after another, yes, they are alive! The characters and landscapes in this painting are fucking alive!

The square suddenly became lively, regardless of the order or disorder, the quality was not good, everyone flocked to the glass house, many old men were squeezed and staggered and refused to give up, all wanted to see this magical change in the first time.

Seeing the chaos in the crowd, Han Lao couldn't help yelling:

"Order! Pay attention to the order, everyone line up, the old people are in front, take turns to watch, we have time! ”

In the end, it is a high-quality talent, and as soon as someone reminds them, they immediately returned to normal. After a while, more than 100 people were divided into nine teams, three teams on each glass wall, and took turns to come forward to watch. Zhu Derang, the master of Zhonghai, and Bai Guangming from Northeast China stood side by side on the front of the painting, lying on the glass and staring closely at the gradient picture, their eyes unblinking, and the expressions on their faces became distorted and hideous because of surprise, as if they wanted to squeeze their whole bodies into the glass.

The expressions of the people in the front row are basically similar to those of the two masters, and even the movements are many the same, and they stick to the glass one by one! Han Lao looked at it and said helplessly:

"Each team goes up two more rows, and there are nine people on one wall!"

Wu Di, Chang Lao, and Yang Lao stood outside the crowd, looking at the scene in front of them, and felt a little funny. If the glass house is compared to the packaging of a piece of pastry, then these dense crowds of people lying on it are ants, one by one gritting their teeth and fighting against the hard shell, hoping to eat the sweet cake as soon as possible.

It took half an hour before everyone took turns to change positions and read it all over again. Looking at the young and old experts who were talking excitedly, Dean Han smiled slightly and shouted:

"The second change, the rain is coming!"

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