"That's right!" Old Man Xing patted his thigh and said, "That's indeed the truth." ”

He has always thought about problems with the thinking of modern people, and naturally thinks that the works of Master Mingwu have the possibility of being lost to the world, but he forgets that during the An Dynasty, such treasures could not appear among the people at will.

Shen Jinchu stared at the painting for a while, then suddenly lifted it up and began to examine it carefully at the light.

Old Man Xing couldn't help but hold his breath, looking forward to Shen Jinchu's next move, only to see the little girl tilt her head, put the scroll back on the coffee table, and then touched the knife on the coffee table to peel the fruit, and made a random stroke on the edge of the scroll.

"Eh, eh! What are you doing! ”

The assistant next to him suddenly widened his eyes, and rushed forward with a brisk step, wanting to push Shen Jinchu away, but was restrained by a pair of big hands.

He raised his head angrily and saw that Jiang Yu's cold eyes met.

"Jiang, Jiang Shao, she's ruining the painting!" The assistant's arrogance dropped suddenly, but he still had an expression of righteous indignation: "These calligraphy and paintings are treasures!" How can it be destroyed at will? If you have money, you can't waste things like this! ”

Jiang Yu ignored him, looked down at Shen Jinchu, who was stunned, and said softly: "Don't worry about him, you play yours." ”

Shen Jinchu let out an "oh", unceremoniously, the tip of the knife slashed along the edge of the scroll, and after a while, she swiped all four sides of the scroll.

The assistant took a step back and looked at his teacher tremblingly: "Teacher Xing, you, why don't you stop it!" ”

"What are you stopping," Min Ping interjected gloatingly: "It's just more than a million, Jiang Shao made up for it when he leaked a little from his fingers, what are you afraid of?" ”

The corners of Jiang Yu's lips hooked, his eyes raised slightly, and his tone was slightly cold: "No matter how big the leakage of my fingers is, it is also the fingers of a living person, unlike some people, who can also pull things from the fingers of dead people." ”

Min Ping was choked, craned his neck and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only shut his mouth angrily and remained silent.

Shen Jinchu's hands kept moving, her white and tender fingers gently lifted the drawing paper, and gently pushed it under the paper with the back of the knife a few times, and the painting was completely removed by her.

The assistant was still chattering: "This is really a ridiculous joke!" Such a beautiful work of art was cut by a fruit knife like this, this is a cultural treasure, how can it be ......"

"Quiet!" Old Man Xing glared back at him, and said in a deep voice: "Shut up, give me a quiet look!" ”

"What's there to see about this?" The assistant said in an angry tone, "Isn't it just ruining the painting......"

But when he looked at the table, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he almost couldn't hold back his exclamation.

Because under that layer of rice paper painted with ink bamboo, there is still a layer of rice paper, and under that layer of rice paper, the underlying colorful paintings have been faintly revealed!

"That's it, it's like this!" Old Man Xing trembled with excitement, "Miss Shen is right, how can the painting scroll made by Master Mingwu himself be matched with an ordinary painting?" ”

Min Zhuang and Min Ping next to him glanced at each other, and a trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

"Huh?" After Shen Jinchu removed the first layer, he looked at the faintly revealing background and showed a somewhat surprised expression, "Isn't this the picture of Chunju Mountain?" ”