Makuko Kumaku and Kumamoto Tsunashi couldn't stop this writing, and neither would they.

They all decided that this was genuine, and they were quite determined to let Song Lao play tricks.

The curator will quickly arrange for someone to bring the desk and bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Donald was not polite at this time, took off his tunic and pulled up his shirt, leaking out wheat-colored skin and muscles that did not match his age.

Donald is also eighty years old, but he is not young.

Xue Lang was quite discerning, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Yan Mo.

And Zuo Boyang also stepped forward to give the ready Donald to study ink.

Song Lao is the same, but with the pen, both of them are standing in front of the display case, looking at the calligraphy inside, as if they are figuring out and comprehending the meaning of the brush.

The little girl was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so she pointed to the cameras and said, "You, you, and you, what can the cameras see clearly from so far away?" Close to close! Record the words in it first, and there will be a comparison for a while, how do you do the ...... of photography"

Everyone is chattering about her, and the voice is not small, but no one will care about her anymore, because this will not just be here to watch, the whole world is watching, and everyone will definitely not leak a detrimental expression on their faces, solemn, is the theme of this meeting.

The camera is really obedient, and I really want to record the process of writing, and I don't know whether to ask for instructions or what to do, and someone commands to approach, regardless of whether she is the main owner.

So, three of the cameras were obediently placed diagonally across from the desk.

At this time, this scene is really watching the world, especially in China, and more people gather in front of CCTV's live broadcast.

Everyone is full of expectations for whether Song Lao can win, but nervousness is inevitable.

In the picture, there is only a small island nation reporter in the distance, talking to the camera, explaining. The translator followed up synchronously, explaining that this calligraphy exchange ended up in a gambling situation because of the disunity of opinions.

If a Chinese calligrapher wants to prove on the spot that the treasure inside is an imitation, there must be convincing evidence.

For more than ten minutes, the commentary was almost out of words, and Donald moved first.

He glanced sideways at Song Lao, and when he saw that Song Lao also looked at him, he bowed his head slightly and came to his table without saying a word.

Song Lao also followed to the desk, and both of them made one move, full of ink, and their expressions were solemn.

At the moment when everyone was really anxious to wait, but still remained silent, Donald moved first again.

I saw that his eyes opened suddenly, and a momentum of the world burst out, and then, the ink-soaked brush fell.

The scene was silent at this moment, and they were all staring ahead, because even if the front could not be approached, the large display screen above had already played the live picture, and there was a comparison of Buddhist scriptures on the side.

Donald's wrist is calm, and it is not difficult for everyone to see the posture of holding the pen, which is definitely decades of skill.

The moment the first word appeared, everyone looked at the Buddhist scriptures, followed by a touch of amazement that swept through the eyes of most people.

The word, as if written by a person, is strong and powerful, wild and mellow, and has the true meaning of calligraphy, but it has the essence of cursive writing.

You know, this is not copying, but turning your back to the Buddhist scriptures, which is equivalent to writing silently, or writing your own without looking at the original.

Song Lao also moved at this moment, he was even more eye-catching, the fluttering white beard really had the ability to rush, writing, faster, without pausing at all.

As the words of the two kept appearing, the lines of handwriting jumped on the paper.

The people watching will no longer compare, and anyone who knows a little bit of the way can see a little way.

Eight minutes, Donald put away the pen first, took the brush and spit out a breath of turbidity, and let Zuo Boyang wipe the sweat from his sideburns for him.

Ten minutes, Song Lao finished writing, roughly more than Tang Lao wrote more than 20 words, and his face was red, he was not panting, and he did not have the slightest tiredness.

At this time, the three calligraphy sheets on the big screen were side by side, and there was no movement in the hall.

Song Lao and Tang Lao wrote a paragraph, except for Song Lao who had more than 20 words, the content was the same.

At this time, everyone was immersed in the calligraphy in front of them, watching them word by word.

Those who want to give birth to another country should cultivate the Three Blessings:

First, filial piety to parents, serving teachers, compassion and not killing, and cultivating ten good karma. Both, receive the three returns, have sufficient precepts, and do not commit prestige. Three, develop bodhicitta and believe in cause and effect, recite Mahayana, and persuade those who carry out. These three things are called pure karma.

The Buddha told Wittig: Do you know now? These three kinds of karma are the pure karma of the past, the future, the present, and the Buddhas of the three worlds.

The Buddha said to Ananda, and Wittig: Listen! Listening! Good thoughts. For those who come to the present world, for all sentient beings in the future life, and for those who are victims of troubles and thieves, speak of pure karma. Good Wittig! Ask about it......

Not many people understand this passage, but everyone sees the same.

The original text is very similar to the two newly written sheets, as if carved out of a mold.

But the difference is that before the comparison, the original text can't see anything, and when there is a comparison, you can immediately see the difference.

Song Lao's has a heroic spirit that stands up to the sky and the earth, and has the ambition of fighting the horse leather shroud on the battlefield. And the handwriting feels really not worse than the original, but also more rounded. Maybe that's the essence of the gods.

Looking at Donald again, everyone gradually became intoxicated.

Donald, quite a lot of people saw the blood flowing and drifting, the roaring of war horses, the mountains of corpses, the heroism of standing up to the sky, and the ambition of killing all incoming enemies from the Buddhist scriptures that should be peaceful.

It's a feeling that can only be understood, and in a trance, it seems that these things really exist between the lines.

Looking at the original again, I can't help but be overshadowed.

Although it is old, however, those words look dry, and they don't have the taste of Donald's writing, although the handwriting is very similar.

Song Lao and Donald looked at each other and smiled at this moment, each put down his pen, Donald walked back to the exchange group, and Song Lao stood with his hands behind his back, his long beard fluttering, and his face was not sad or happy.

At this time, the bitter gourd on the face of Makugu Xiong Yi. Kumamoto Tsunade is even more like a mourner.

The brick families on the side of the small island country turned gray one by one, and no one stood up to speak.

These sutras were not exhibited a few times, but this was the longest, lasting two weeks.

It is absolutely impossible for the other party to copy so quickly, to the point of being so godlike, or even surpassing.

You know, Chinese calligraphy is learned from the ancients, how can it surpass the ancients? After all, modern calligraphy is not needed every day, there are printers, there are pens, even the old people are the same, in addition to practicing, and usually write, they will not write calligraphy for a long time, and it is naturally impossible to surpass the ancients, at least it is difficult.

Words are like people, of course they understand it, and they believe it.

The facts in front of us have shown that even if it is from the Song Dynasty, it is a copy, not an authentic work. Since it's not genuine, it's an imitation. At most, it is an imitation of the Song Dynasty.

At the same time, the world is watching this sudden calligraphy contest, or with the ancients, looking at the words on the screen, understanding, all see the doorway. If you don't understand, you can also see that the three characters are quite similar.

Huaxia is even more cheering.

This passage of scripture is enough to show that the treasure of the historical museum is not as good as the treasure of the museum, it is not a profound vision that can be understood, and if you understand it, you can see the clues. There is no need to judge, Song Lao and they have already won.

Song Lao was discussing a lot below, and when he saw that no one spoke, he smiled, stood half a step forward and said, "Mr. Kumamoto, the words have been written, do you want to express your opinion?" ”

Kumamototsuna's face was gloomy as water, and his eyes were rolling around, trying to find a way to reverse it.

But this is a live broadcast, and it is no longer something that can be covered up after the fact, and it is necessary to find a convincing statement to break the unfavorable situation.

Seeing that he didn't squeak, Song Lao simply turned his head and said: "Everyone sees, my words have their shapes, and it is difficult to have their gods, because I have never been on the battlefield, but Tang Lao is a general, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has fought a few tough battles, especially the counterattack war of the year, it is even more bloody and watery, and he personally went into battle, he can best understand the artistic conception of the bloody battlefield, I believe everyone can also see that his Buddhist scriptures contain iron-blooded killing, unyielding war spirit, but these are not enough to show that this Buddhist scripture is fake." ”

As soon as Song Lao's words came out, everyone was stunned.

Why overthrow it yourself?

Song Lao smiled and said at the moment when Xiong Yi and Kumamoto Tsunade were overjoyed: "At the beginning, I judged that this was the basis for imitations, one was that the handwriting was tangible and godless, and the other was that these characters were described. ”

Unlayered ......

Everybody was a little confused.

Song Lao pointed to the Buddhist scriptures in the display cabinet and said: "The counterfeiter in order to obtain a greater benefit, painstakingly made a copy of the ink with a double hook, and then, when the ink is dry, the rice paper is soaked in special water, the paper is uncovered into two, and a layer is re-glued on the back, and the handwriting is then drawn, so that a word becomes two, which is less troublesome than the double hook ink, but it is not able to penetrate the back of the paper, and it also makes its charm lighter." ”

"Look, there's a flaw in this part of this paper, which is the scar left when the paper is uncovered, and when you zoom in, you can see that the layer of paper inside is not as old as it seems, it looks a little new. Old, can only be done on the surface, it is difficult on the inside. If you don't believe it, you can soak it in water, and you can uncover it on the spot, and when you uncover it, you can see that there is no ink on the bottom layer. ”

Song Lao's voice fell, and the exchange group was the first to discuss.

Obviously, everyone noticed the lack of Shen Yun, and the back door was made, this technique was very skillful, but it only destroyed countless treasures. Song Laoyi said that those in the exchange group who were familiar with the back door were all surprised.

Listening to Song Lao's eloquent talk, Makugu Xiong Yi and Kumamoto Tsunaichi sweated down.

They had all seen this location at that time, but they didn't see anything, it was only caused by the layering of rice paper. But now that it's so said, is it soaked or not? Soaking, it completely confirmed the imitation, and there was obviously no handwriting on the back. And in one piece, the ink will penetrate into the next layer.

At this moment, even those brick families who are full of confidence are the same, regretting it, with such fanfare, it can't be ended. Even the top brass above regretted it. Will this interrupt the live stream? That's more, the small island nation is even more of a laughing stock.

As soon as there was a dullness at the scene, the little girl stood up inopportunely and said, "You, shouldn't you apologize to me?" ”

Kumamoto Tsunade was angry one by one, but he couldn't attack, and said with a gloomy face: "Miss, these are just Mr. Song's words, how can it not be explained that I lost ......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a boo at the scene, even in front of the TV.

This is obvious, you don't need to uncover it, you can see it just by looking at the words, and you won't admit it.

In the boos, the little girl quit, grabbed Xue Lang's arm and said with a crying voice: "Brother Wolf, he scolded me ......"

Xue Lang was stunned at the same time as Kumamoto Tsunaïchi, he took half a step forward and stared at Kumamoto Tsunade from a few meters away, with an unkind expression.

The little girl even stuck out her head directly, made a grimace at Kumamoto Tsuneichi, and said in a coquettish voice: "You are a young lady, you are a young lady!" ”

Cultural differences, it is estimated that Chinese girls, ladies are taboo on the word Miss, and other countries are really honorific.

The expression on Kumamotogang's face had not yet fallen, and he suddenly felt that his legs were numb, his body was weak, and he knelt down all of a sudden, a few meters away, and knelt straight in front of Xue Lang and the little girl.

This action startled everyone, and the faces of the small island nation changed color instantly.

This is equivalent to Kumamoto Tsunade admitting that this is an imitation, apologizing and admitting defeat! Or bow down!

But Kumamoto Gang's face was flushed, but he couldn't stand up, and he couldn't stand up with his hands on the ground, more like he knelt down and apologized. The red color on his face can be understood as shame.

Finished......

His face was as dead as ashes.

And the other small island people who were present and watching the broadcast were also depressed, knowing that there was no way to get it back. Otherwise, you can really fool the past by messing around just now, and you don't admit that it's an imitation.

From the first broadcast, when Song Lao said the word Gao imitation, it has only been a little more than three hours now, and this imitation turmoil is completely irreparable.

It's a pity that this is just the beginning, and today, it is destined to be the day when the Eastern Capital Historical Museum falls into the abyss.