Although the visitor had finally disappeared into the hillside, the effects he had caused could not be erased.

Sora had obviously heard the conversation just now, and he stood there dumbfounded, his mind already overturned.

Not only the eyes were empty, but the experts and masters on the hillside also stood around the table, not moving.

"It's old, it's old." A white-bearded old man said with a look in his eyes.

"Teacher Wu Okra, what are you talking about?" The goddess of fate smiled and said, "Where are you old, I see that your body bones are not impossible to say that you are in the prime of life." ”

"You girl has such a sweet mouth." The white-bearded old man came back to his senses, and he said with a smile, "When it comes to age, the old man is not sad, but grateful. ”

"Gratitude?" The goddess of fate blinked with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Yes, my father, grandfather, great-grandfather, high ancestor, heavenly ancestor, and ancestors have all studied calligraphy all their lives, but they, they don't have the honor of being able to witness the true works of the sage Wang Xizhi with my own eyes." The white-bearded old man sighed, "It's thanks to the fact that this old man of mine has lived a few more years, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it." ”

"It's truly amazing." The black-bearded old man on the side chimed in.

The old man looked much older than the white-bearded man, but for some reason his beard was black.

"I just don't know if our mausoleum pawnshop can leave this letter." A middle-aged man with red hair said suddenly.

"It depends on what the gentleman's psychological price is." Master Liu Yidao said, "If it weren't particularly outrageous, I'm sure our beloved boss, Mr. Ramses, would be desperate to get it!" ”

"Yes," said the red-haired man, "Mr. Ramses can be described as fanatical about calligraphy and painting, and if he is allowed to see this authentic painting of Wang Xizhi, he will try to keep it by all means." ”

"Don't worry," said the white-bearded Wu Okra, "seeing that man doesn't look like a rich man, he should be using it as money." I'm sure no one in this birdman market can pay a higher price than our mausoleum pawnshop. ”

"Makes sense." Blackbeard chimed in.

"It seems that the painting will eventually be in Mr. Ramses' bedroom." The white-bearded Wu Okra stroked his beard and said, "Great! I must ask Mr. Ramses to let me copy this lettering. ”

"Hehe," the goddess of fate smiled, "I don't know how much the words copied by our teacher Wu Okra are worth?" Can it surpass the Orchid Pavilion Preface Divine Dragon Book copied by Master Feng Chengsu? ”

"It's a joke." Wu Qiukui smiled noncommittally, "How can I, a bad old man, dare to compare with Master Feng Chengsu." ”

"Humility." Master Liu Yidao quipped, "I don't know whose seven calligraphy works won a total of 4.9 billion yuan in Great Wall coins." ”

"Four, forty-nine billion?" Hearing the experts' conversations, Rey was dumbfounded.

Isn't it just a word?

Is it so exaggerated?

As Rey, who grew up in a foreign country and was not much of an artistic influencer, it was difficult for him to understand the value of these calligraphy works.

Whether it is Wu Okra, Feng Chengsu, or even Wang Xizhi, it is the same in Rey's opinion.

"Big brother?" The little rabbit suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

"We, we're not supposed to be things?" Rabbit pointed to the front and said, "That gentleman is gone just now." ”

"Oh." The eyes are still in a daze.

It was Wang Xizhi who stimulated him.

As a rich boy, Mukong has been influenced by art since he was a child. From Leonardo da Vinci, Monet, Gauguin, Van Gogh to Picasso in the West, it is like a number of treasures. So much so that his father even spent a lot of money to auction a few of them.

And that's just Western artists.

Not to mention the art works of the Central Province.

What Huaisu, Huang Tingjian. What Dong Qichang, Yan Zhenqing. What Wu Daozi, Tang Bohu. What Gu Kaizhi, Zhang Zeduan, it is like air to accompany you all the time.

And the person who stands at the top of this oriental artist is Wang Xizhi.

Since he was a child, he didn't know how many of Wang Xizhi's copying works he had seen under the leadership of his father, from the Lanting Preface to the Dragon Book to the sunny post when the snow was fast, from the Huang Tingjing to the funeral post, all of which made him breathtaking.

And these are just copies of the Tang Dynasty, and today there is a chance to see the real works?

It's unbelievable.

It seems that the world is far more than you imagined!

"This gentleman," seeing that Mukong didn't speak for a long time, the goddess of fate spoke first, "back?" ”

"I'm back." Hearing the call of the goddess, Mukong finally came back to his senses.

"It's good to be back." The goddess of fate actually stuck out her tongue playfully, "Don't blame me, it's all a rule, it's not under my control." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare." Facing the goddess, Mukong gradually began to panic.

"Are you still going to be a thing?" The goddess of fate asked.

"Yes, yes." Muku nodded repeatedly.

"Little sister." The little rabbit saw that the goddess of fate was looking at him, so he screamed sweetly.

"Hehe, great, the little sister and this gentleman are back." The goddess of fate looked at Rabbit and then at Rey, and then laughed and muttered, "Sure enough, it's a rich son." ”

"What?" Sora didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing, nothing." The goddess of fate smiled and waved her hand, "So sir, what are you going to be this time?" ”

"It's a painting."

"I have to warn you," said the goddess of fate, with a little seriousness, "the three of you still have black cards on you, so you are still advancing and retreating together. ”

“…… I know. Mukong understood what the goddess wanted to say, he took out the small box again and said with certainty, "This time, absolutely no problem!" ”

"Is this the kid who touches porcelain with a blank piece of paper?" The white-bearded old man Wu Okra suddenly asked.

"Hmm." The goddess of fate said, "However, there may be a misunderstanding here. ”

"Hmph, what misunderstanding can there be." Wu Okra seems to be very unoptimistic about Sun Mukong.

"Last time, was that blank piece of paper also taken out of this small box?" Wu Okra gestured with his eyes to the small box in his empty hand.

"Yes." The goddess of fate replied.

"Hmph. So what are we standing here for? Wu Okra looked at the masters around him, "It's all gone." ”

"Okay." Liu Yidao said.

"Hmm." Blackbeard nodded.

"Let's go, let's go have tea." The red-haired middle-aged man suggested.

At this moment, Sora felt that he had been discriminated against like never before.

"Stop!" He let out a loud shout.

"Huh?"

Several masters sent disdainful glances one after another.

"What do you want?" Wu Okra raised her eyebrows, which were as white as her beard, "Could it be that you still want us to give you an appraisal?" ”

"Nope." Mukong shook his head, "It's for you to appreciate and appreciate." ”

"We?" Wu Okra was stunned for a moment and then laughed, "Hahahaha, Lao Liu, Lao Ye, Xiaojing, you heard it, he said that he wanted us to appreciate it." ”

"Haha." Blackbeard, who was known as Lao Ye, also smiled, "How many calligraphy and paintings are there in this world that are worth appreciating?" ”

"In addition to the works of those artists who became famous hundreds of years ago, I think the works of modern calligraphers and painters have become difficult for a few of us to see." The red-haired middle-aged man known as Koi said lightly.

"After all, Mr. Wu Okra himself is the first contemporary Oriental painter." Liu Yidao continued to quip.

"Where, where." Wu Okra was rarely embarrassed, "Teacher Liu, don't make fun of me, where can I compare with you in the achievements of wheel art?" ”

"Hahahaha."

Several masters laughed together.

"Hmph." With a mocking smile on his face, he slowly pulled a corner of the painting from the folding locket.

"Oil paintings?" Despite his age, Master Liu Yidao is still in good spirits, deaf and clear-sighted, and he has already predicted that this is a remarkable painting based on the corner of the oil painting.

Seeing Master Liu Yidao's serious expression, several other artists also restrained their expressions and became solemn.

When she saw the goddess of fate also looking at her with her big eyes as clear as water, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of excitement.

The painting in the locket is an heirloom of the Sun family, and when his father solemnly handed it over to him, he once said to himself that when you meet a girl who thinks you can stay with for the rest of your life, you might as well take out this painting as a dowry.

And now, although she is not hiring, the beautiful girl is watching her, and it is the first time that she has publicly displayed this painting, and it is normal for her eyes to be a little inexplicably excited.

Soon, the entire oil painting was exposed to everyone's field of vision.

"This, this is ......" Master Liu Yidao couldn't believe his eyes, he had rarely been so excited when he had always been calm.

But today, in one day, he was already dumbfounded.

"Look at this, this touch, this color, this color, this is like, is it a Van Gogh work?" Wu Okra muttered.

Although he claims to be the first painter in the East, when facing Van Gogh, Master Wu Okra is also a little stupid.

"How is this possible?" The black-bearded old leaf shouted loudly, he looked around at a few people around him and frowned and said, "We, how can we not know Van Gogh's works?" You must know that the recent Van Gogh works were compiled by a few of us. I, I don't think there is any Van Gogh in the world that we don't know about. ”

"That's right." The red-haired middle-aged man known as Xiao Ye held his cheek with one hand, his eyebrows were about to be twisted together, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the painting in his hand without blinking, as if he wanted to find some flaw.

"Can I take a look?" The goddess of fate spoke.

“…… When, of course. Mukong reacted, and it turned out that the painting had been tightly held in his hand and not placed on the silver plate on the table.

"I'll be careful." The goddess of fate said with a smile.

"Where, where," Mekong immediately carefully placed the painting in the silver tray, "isn't it just a painting, you can look at it casually, even if it is, even if it is...... It doesn't matter. ”