There are three reasons why Zhang Hua thinks that this painting signed "Huang Tingjing" is Wang Xizhi's authentic work: first, this post is extremely strict, its atmosphere is also easy, and it has a beautiful and cheerful attitude. Second, think about the Yellow Court, refine the dantian, and accumulate essence and exhaustion for the purpose. Third, the number of ways in which the king's book is implied in it, and the revelation of beauty is obtained.

Zhang Hua's father, Zhang Bangyou, was a professor at Kyoto University of History, a famous archaeologist, historian, and expert of ancient calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. His research topics are history, humanities, and ancient calligraphy and painting. His father repeatedly mentioned to Zhang Hua the gist of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy technique. This "Huang Ting Jing", which is a little damaged at the bottom corner, is Wang Xizhi's original manuscript.

And why did Cao Fan also think that this painting was genuine? There was only one reason: he smelled the breath inside the calligraphy paper, a little ancient ink, and seemed to see the image of this painting in ancient times. Cao Fan, who had not felt these breaths before, also wondered in his heart, what kind of skill was he able to see the picture of the ancient painting when it was completed? Could it be the new golden finger?

It wasn't until Cao Fan took a closer look that he was sure. He actually saw a wisp of soul, and that wisp of soul was attached to the "Huang Ting Jing", which was a bit old. Can you see the soul of the ancients? And it is very likely that it is the soul of Wang Xizhi himself? This made Cao Fan also startled. Isn't it a dream to do the things before?

"I'll see, I'll see. "Heng Jing took this piece of "Huang Tingjing", and the beautiful eyes did not flow again, because this painting is too attractive.

"Take it gently, sister-in-law cool your hand lightly, don't break it. The boss saw that they couldn't put it down, for fear that they would be broken, so he hurriedly reminded them.

Zhang Huakou asked, "May I ask the boss, how can this painting be sold?"

"One ......" Before the boss finished speaking, he stretched out a finger, Zhang Hua said, "A hundred?" immediately took out a hundred yuan from his body and handed it to the boss.

The boss shook his head, shook his fingers, and said, "NO, NO, NO!"

Zhang Hua said again: "Do you want a thousand yuan?"

The boss shook his head again and said again, "NO, NO, NO!"

Zhang Hua was very patient, and asked at the exit: "Then you have a price?"

Zhang Huaxin said: The stall owner knows that this is the real thing?

The boss spoke: "10,000 yuan, no bargaining." ”

Zhang Hua was suddenly speechless with anger, and looked at Cao Fan to see if he had any good ideas. I saw Cao Fan stunned looking at this calligraphy, and Heng Jing also looked at the calligraphy paper, and his eyes widened. The paper of this painting looks like an ancient thing.

"Boss, you want to pay 10,000 yuan, isn't it a bit of a lion's mouth, besides, I don't think your painting is genuine. This is a copy of the painting, and the style is a bit like the modern style. Zhang Hua quickly diverted the topic and said some other remarks.

"This viewer, don't talk nonsense, this painting doesn't have 10,000 yuan, and it will not be sold. The boss was extremely resolute and unquestionable, and he said in his heart: "Whether it is genuine or not, let's get the cash first."

"I really want 10,000 yuan ?!!," Zhang Hua asked again, raising the decibel level of his voice. It attracted the surrounding antique lovers to turn their heads to look.

As long as someone bids 10,000 yuan, or more than 10,000 yuan, they can take this original version of Wang Xizhi's "Huang Ting Jing". Seeing that there were more and more onlookers, the boss still didn't let go, and he didn't know the value of this painting in his heart, and he didn't know the value of this painting in the right way, and he urgently needed a good price to sell it.

With the price offered by the boss, suddenly more people came up, and these people had already noticed the painting. People who come here know a little bit of the value of antiques. If this is a genuine painting of Wang Xizhi's "Huang Ting Jing", it is a priceless treasure. Although it is not as good as Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", it is also a treasure. Everyone stared at Heng Jing and the "Huang Tingjing" in her hand.

Heng Jing looked at this "Huang Ting Jing" and did not speak, she liked the calligraphy technique very much, she did not open it down. This "Huang Ting Jing" is 26.5 cm wide and 485.4 cm long, and the paper reveals a fragrance of bluegrass, which she feels.

The boss saw that there were more onlookers, and hurriedly raised the price: "This painting is the authentic work of Wang Xi, and I got it from an ancient tomb in Lunan." The price is 10,000 yuan, and the highest price will get it. Cash transactions, no bargaining. After saying this, the boss said to Heng Jing: "This little sister-in-law, please help me hold it, open the whole picture for everyone to see." ”

Heng Jing smiled and said, "Okay." As the boss slowly opened the next part, all the calligraphy of "Huang Tingjing" jumped on the paper.

"Wait!Don't open!Don't open!Don't open!. Cao Fan came back to his senses and yelled at the boss.

I saw that the boss had already opened all of this "Huang Ting Jing", completely ignoring Cao Fan's reprimand.

Now Cao Fan's eyesight is not comparable to ordinary mortals, and when he opened this treasure, the breath of pen and ink revealed through the paper, and a trace of black gas rushed out quickly at a speed invisible to ordinary people. At a speed that was not visible to the naked eye, only Cao Fan alone saw the whole situation, and a dark shadow suddenly disappeared into Heng Jing's body. After hovering for three weeks, the black qi all penetrated into Heng Jing's body, and Cao Fan saw this scene with his own eyes, and he couldn't believe what had just happened. "This is a ghost, and it's a ghost in broad daylight. ”

Cao Fan's eyes saw the ghost's soul and entered Heng Jing's body.

MD, everything has been subverted, even the ghosts have come out, and Cao Fan feels more and more unreal today.

"Hell in broad daylight, it's weird. Cao Fan thought to himself, and was a little worried about Heng Jing, this ghost is not a good thing! This is an evil ghost, it is very likely to be Wang Xizhi's soul that has not dissipated for thousands of years, just think about how infiltrating it is.

Zhang Hua looked at Cao Fan's reaction, and also knew that this paper seemed to be unable to contain the fire, and this "Huang Tingjing" was not easy to start at a low price. He thought Cao Fan was screaming because of this.

"Fanzi, what should I do next?" Zhang Hua came to Cao Fan's side and asked eagerly.

Cao Fan asked Zhang Hua to take Heng Jing out of the crowd, and Cao Fan said: "Let's call the police quickly, this person is a cultural relics dealer." ”

The three of them walked out of the crowd and stood at the corner of the street.

"Okay, I'll call the police. Zhang Hua called the police.

But Cao Fan had been staring at Heng Jing curiously.

Heng Jing looked at the strange Cao Fan, and was very puzzled, and said, "Why are you looking at me, do you have dirty things on my face?" and quickly took out a round mirror from his backpack.

"Don't look in the mirror, there's nothing dirty. Cao Fan hurriedly spoke to stop him, snatched the round mirror from Heng Jing's hand, and stuffed it into his pocket. If she looked at the mirror, would there be anything dirty in the mirror, Cao Fan wondered, so he didn't dare to let Heng Jing look in the mirror. If the previous wisp of soul entered Heng Jing's body, is Heng Jing now a human mind or a ghost mind?

"Are you weird today?" Heng Jing's mouth puffed, and the boss was unhappy. "Give me back the mirror. After speaking, he went to snatch the mirror in Cao Fan's pocket, and Cao Fan dodged it. Cao Fan said in his heart: "On the surface, Heng Jing has no problem. But the calmer the surface, the less calm it is. ”

"Then "Huang Tingjing" is really genuine?" Heng Jing asked this sentence, and suddenly felt tired.

Cao Fan nodded, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know how to deal with the ghost entering her body.

It happened that Zhang Hua came back after the call.

He made an "ok" gesture to Cao Fan.

Cao Fan smiled bitterly and said to Zhang Hua: "This painting is very likely to be Wang Xizhi's authentic handiwork, then you and Heng Jing can be together." He looked at Heng Jing mischievously again.

Zhang Hua also grinned, and said to Heng Jing: "Words must be counted." ”

Heng Jing quibbled: "Don't bluff me, who promised you before you didn't prove that it was genuine." ”

Heng Jing is wearing a short skirt and a tight T-shirt on her upper body, she has a good figure, her skin is also very delicate, and her face is a standard melon seed face, which cannot be described as a standard big beauty, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a super big beauty.

Zhang Hua looked at her and couldn't help but look stupid. At this moment, a wisp of black qi wandered around Heng Jing's neck, and little by little, Cao Fan noticed this strangeness.

"When the police come and take the man away, we'll know if it's genuine. Zhang Hua replied.

Heng Jing asked rhetorically: "That still can't prove that the ancient calligraphy work is genuine." ”

Zhang Hua said: "Whether it is genuine or not, my father will know if he comes to identify it." Heng Jing also knew that Zhang Hua's father, Zhang Bangyou, was a well-known expert in calligraphy and painting.

Cao Fan said again: "Actually, I'm not worried about whether that painting is genuine or copied, what I'm worried about is that Heng Jing, you really have nothing to do?"

Heng Jing looked at Cao Fan puzzled, and asked very curiously: "I'm fine, am I fine?" Are you referring to that painting? I feel a hint of the fragrance of that painting. ”

Cao Fan and Zhang Hua were puzzled, a trace of fragrance, they didn't smell it. The two of them said in unison, "None of us smelled it." ”

"A hint of aroma, I smell it......" Heng Jing didn't finish her words when she felt her brain lose control and fall to the ground.

Cao Fan expected it, and hurriedly took two steps forward to support Heng Jing.

Zhang Hua also stepped forward immediately and asked eagerly: "Why is Heng Jing fainting?"

Cao Fan turned his head to Zhang Hua and said, "There may be something wrong with that ancient calligraphy, and Heng Jing has been entered by a ghost." Let's find a hotel, and this matter must be investigated. "Dealing with souls, or dealing with ghosts, Cao Fan has no bottom in his heart.

Zhang Hua smiled evilly: "Hotel, check things, I like it." Putting away the evil thoughts, he thought, "No, ghosts, what ghosts?"

Cao Fan picked up the important part and only said what he saw. Zhang Hua didn't believe it, but out of trust in Cao Fan, he still chose to trust Cao Fan. Cao Fan didn't talk about meeting the immortals, only about the scene he saw before.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Hurry up. I'll tell you about it when I have time. Cao Fan picked up Heng Jing and flagged down a taxi to a hotel near the university town.

"Don't mess around. Zhang Hua said to Cao Fan, and glanced at Heng Jing, who was unconscious.

Cao Fan motioned to Zhang Hua to rest assured: "After dealing with the matter here, we will see you at the Jinlin Hotel." ”

After sending Cao Fan away in the taxi, Zhang Hua waited for the police to come, and by the way, he called his father: "Hey, Dad, come to Guanghua City, I have a super big discovery here." ”

"Wang Xizhi's true handiwork, are you sure?"

"Yes, 100 percent sure. ”

"Afternoon plane ticket, waiting for the meeting".

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It is said that Guanghua City is a first-tier city, with a permanent population of more than 17 million, and the floating population can exceed 30 million. Cao Fan entered the Jinlin Hotel with Heng Jing in his arms, and asked for a guest room casually, before entering the room, the manager of the hotel lobby also asked: "What's wrong with this lady?"

Cao Fan replied: "What do you want to tell you about the matter between the two husbands and wives?"

Cao Fan ignored the lobby manager and rushed into the room to save people.

"Young people nowadays are really anxious. The lobby manager added to Cao Fan again: "I'll take this lady's ID card later." ”

But where is Cao Fan's figure.