Bai Tang came with a scroll in his hand.

Xu Qiu'an's eyes instantly burned with brilliance, and the whole person lit up!

This great demon king is really born with a good skin! Bai Tang slandered: It is beautiful and fierce, but it's a pity that it's a man!

"I lived up to the trust of the third master, and borrowed this painting from the family teacher." Bai Tang stared at Xu Qiu'an and slowly unfolded the scroll.

A clump of red bamboo jumped into Qiu An's sight, and suddenly, his pupils shrank, and his fingers knocked over the teacup without realizing it.

"Impossible—" he muttered to himself, his beautiful peach blossom eyes full of surprise and bewilderment!

Qin Jian was already excited to come to the painting, lingering among the free and easy bamboo leaves in the painting, and couldn't stop praising it: "Red bamboo, it's still red bamboo!" Bai Tang, I finally know why you can write the sentence 'Feng Jinzhu knows best'. It is worthy of Mr. Wentong's masterpiece! ”

Xu Qiu'an hadn't recovered from the shock, and asked Qin Jian in disbelief: "Are you sure?" Is this really Wen Tong's real handiwork? ”

Qin Jian was stunned and glanced at him puzzled. After carefully observing the painting, he said: "The color of this silk is simple and elegant, and the bamboo painting shows the style of Wentong." Look at the seal over here. He pointed to a small round seal, "This is Mr. Dongpo's seal." The third master, the Qin family also has a collection of calligraphy and paintings, and this seal is a commonly used seal of Mr. Dongpo. Look at this seal again - it turns out that Mr. Shuneng also treasured this painting! Qin Jian was overjoyed, but when he fell to the last seal, he smiled slightly, and asked curiously, "Lin Yanyin?" Who is this Mr. Lin Yan? ”

Xu Qiu'an, who had been stunned since he saw the painting, immediately came alive and exclaimed: "Lin Yan? Mr. Chen's name is Lin Yan! "The silk painting he tore up in the teahouse was deceived by Fang Huaiyu from Mr. Chen's daughter!

But how is this possible?

How can a silk book that has been torn into pieces of silk that has been torn to pieces?

Bai Tang smiled and took the initiative to send the painting to him. He said in a low voice: "Third Master Xu, take a good look!" ”

Xu Qiu was in a panic, and hurriedly spread the scroll flat on the bookcase, looking for a place to stitch inch by inch.

The silk cloth apparently showed no signs of repair.

It's impossible!

Xu Qiu'an wanted to look up to the sky and shout! Suddenly, he found a flaw, looked up and yelled at Bai Tang: "This painting is not framed!" ”

Bai Tang said lightly: "This painting has gone through more than 100 years, and the original mounting was not well kept, so the master reframed it for it."

The skill of framing is also his specialty.

Qin Jian was full of praise: "The monuments are remounted, such as the extension of medical treatment for illness." This painting is contrasted with silver silk silk, which shows its sassy and handsome. ”

The word fart hovered around Xu Qiu'an's mouth for a long time, but he swallowed it back.

This painting is a fake! 100% fake! However, he couldn't find the slightest flaw!

Bai Tang smiled and retracted the scroll, Xu Qiu'an looked at it, his expression was extremely strange!

"Xu Sanye, what do you think of this painting?"

Xu Qiu Anxin scolded: Liar, liar! After a deep breath, Sen Ran said: "Brother Lian really opened my eyes today!" I couldn't have imagined that there could be such a miraculous skill in the world! Admire, admire! ”

Bai Tang carefully put the scroll in a long box, and said with a smile: "The third master has won the prize!" ”

Qin Jian was confused. He could hear that Xu Sanye's words were a little sarcastic, but he didn't understand why he was like this?

They said goodbye and left, and Xu Qiu'an rode to Yunjian Tower.

Qin Jian shook his head: This master, his temperament is really uncertain.

The elegant Yunjian Building with tea smoke was immediately made by the big demon king!

"Do you remember the third master?" Xu Qiu'an rushed straight to the tea room where Fang Huaiyu was back, and slammed the door open, shocking the tea guests inside!

"It's none of your business!" He said to the tea boy in the house, "You, come out!" ”

The little tea boy was warbled and thorny, and moved out of the tea room with both strands trembling, not daring to raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Third master, third master, yes, what are your orders?" ”

"Ye won't eat you again!" Xu Qiu'an glared at him impatiently and disgustedly, "Last time, the master tore up a painting here, do you remember?" ”

The tea boy shook his head, and nodded hurriedly.

"Where did the tattered silk cloth go?"

The tea boy was relieved in his heart, and said very quickly: "I remember that I remember, it was Lian Baitang in the east of the city who picked it up!" ”

"Lian Baitang-" Xu Qiu'an clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Sure enough, it's him!" Dare to play tricks! ”

He rushed back to Bai Tang's house in a rage, but saw that in the study, Bai Tang was painting, looked up at him, and said calmly: "I'm back!" ”

The horsewhip in Xu Qiu'an's hand rushed straight to the tip of Bai Tang's nose: "You liar!" ”

Bai Tang smiled, pushed away the horsewhip, and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Liar?" What do you mean by that? ”

"Where's the painting?" The Great Demon King gritted his teeth, "That painting is clearly a fake from you!" ”

Bai Tang asked neatly: "Why do you say that the painting in my hand is a fake?" ”

"The real thing has obviously been destroyed by me, and everyone is watching! You picked up those broken paintings and copied them all over again, passing them off as the real thing! Aren't you a liar yet? ”

Bai Tang smiled and said, "When did I say that the painting in my hand is genuine?" ”

Xu Qiu'an's face changed: "You-"

"It was Brother Qin who recognized it as Mr. Wentong's authentic work, and he was full of praise." Bai Tang's eyebrows raised slightly. "How could I have said half a word?"

"However, you clearly said that this painting is your master's collection!"

"Hmm." Bai Tang smiled brightly, "Because I am soft-spoken." If you don't say that, I'm worried that this painting will be snatched away! ”

"You, you—" Xu Qiu'an took a deep breath, "It's just a fake, who rarely robs it?" ”

"Wrong!" Bai Tang's smile suddenly closed. "It's not a fake."

"Who are you bluffing—"

"Orchid Pavilion Preface." Bai Tang spit out three words, Xu Qiu'an was stunned, and a trace of confusion fell in his peach blossom eyes.

"The authentic work of Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is missing. Tang Dynasty Feng Chengsu, Han Daozheng and other calligraphy masters copied the "Orchid Pavilion Preface", which has become a treasure in the world. Can you say that their calligraphy is a fake? ”

Xu Qiu'an opened his mouth and stammered, patted his thigh and said, "I was almost taken crooked by you!" Feng Chengsu and Han Daozheng were originally famous calligraphers. What's more, the works they copied did not pretend to be Wang Xizhi's authentic works! You're too sinister and can fool people! ”

Bai Tang couldn't help laughing: Xu Qiu'an is very clever, it's not easy to fool.

He took out his reproduction of "Red Bamboo" again, and put aside the original painting that had taken great pains to reorganize the warp and weft and barely put it together.

Xu Qiu'an compares the two, whether it is silk, size, ink color, composition, artistic conception, and seal, it is exactly the same!

"This is a copy of your master, Mr. Xu?" Xu Qiu'an unconsciously had a little admiration for Xu Danling. This ability to copy is the pinnacle!

Bai Tang smiled: "Third Master Xu." I'm not trying to pass off the fake as the real. But now that the original painting has been destroyed, this replica is the only one of its kind in the world, second only to the original! You can't find a second person who can reproduce this picture with the utmost care and perfection! ”

As if bewitched by Bai Tang's voice, Xu Qiu'an was speechless for a long time, and finally covered his eyes and sighed: "There's no way, I can only take the risk and give it a try!" ”

Bai Tang frowned and asked, "What are you looking for this painting?" ”

Xu Qiu calmed down, looked at him and smiled: "What's the use?" Dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor! ”

Bai Tang was dumbfounded: Dedicated to the emperor - Zhu Di?! The panic in my heart rose slightly, but it quickly calmed down.

"You're a bit of a guts." Xu Qiu'an accepted the scroll. "As long as this painting can let me pass His Majesty's pass, I will vacate my garden in the suburbs of Beijing to make a warehouse for you!"

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows and said: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!" ”

Xu Qiu An sneered and turned around and said, "Master, I have never been a gentleman!" But what he says must be done, and what he does must be fruitful. ”

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows slightly: This is enough!