Through eavesdropping through his divine sense, Su Mu understood why the maid didn't seem excited when she heard that she was going to sell the calligraphy and paintings of the Confucian saint.

Because now there is only one Confucian calligraphy and painting in the world, and it has been included in the palace.

As a result, now someone suddenly came and said that they wanted to sell Confucian calligraphy and paintings, who would believe it? And listening to Huang Lao's tone, it seems that this is not the first time that someone has cheated.

"Guest, this is Huang Lao, our senior treasure connoisseur of Wanbao Pavilion, and he will identify your treasures."

The maid smiled and said to Su Mu,

After Huang Lao walked in, he sat down directly on the opposite side of the table, and then said, "Take out the things and let the old man take a look." ”

Calm and impatient.

In terms of service attitude, Wanbaoge still does a good job, even if it thinks that the things in the hands of the guests are fake, but it does not reveal anything on the surface.

Su Mu didn't grind, took out the calligraphy and painting he carried with him, and then put it on the table in front of him.

"Please."

Huang Lao put on his gloves, and then slowly unfolded the calligraphy and painting and spread it flat on the table.

And the scroll is crookedly written with the words "Heaven rewards hard work", which looks like an earthworm crawling, which is extremely ugly.

This is the second scroll that Su Mu opened in the Confucian study, not because he was unwilling to find someone else to write better, but because it was ...... This is already well written.

Other calligraphy and paintings are even more unsightly than this.

Su Mu couldn't imagine how a Confucian sage could write such ugly characters, didn't he need to look at the font in the imperial examination in this era?

He didn't understand, but he was shocked.

The short man is taller, and in the end, he can only pick this calligraphy and painting that can barely read and understand what to write and sell it.

After seeing this calligraphy and painting, the maid's face also became a little strange, and then she hesitated and said, "This guest, your calligraphy and painting...... Where did it come from? ”

"Accidental ......"

Su Mu's embarrassed toes were almost on the ground at this time, but fortunately there was a mask to cover it, otherwise he could be sure that his face was already red.

The maid just wanted to be polite and say that this calligraphy and painting might be a fake, but she saw Huang Lao taking this calligraphy and painting and looking at it carefully, and his expression was extremely serious.

In the end, he put down the calligraphy and painting, and said to Su Mu with a serious face: "I'm sorry, I can't distinguish the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting......

Just when the maid thought that Huang Lao politely refused to receive the goods, but his next sentence made her stunned.

“…… Please wait here for a moment, and I'll ask two higher-level treasure connoisseurs to come and appraise them. ”

“？？？”

When the maid heard this, she was immediately confused.

What's the situation, don't you know it's a fake at a glance, and you still need to ask other treasure connoisseurs to identify it?

Su Mu also felt outrageous when he heard this, he was ready to be kicked out, who knew that the other party was so cautious.

You can't really see that this is a Confucian Ink Treasure, right?

Su Mu muttered in his heart, and then pretended to be calm: "Okay, I'll wait for you here." ”

"I'm sorry."

Huang Lao apologized and turned around and walked out of the private room, his steps hurried, and he seemed to be in a hurry.

The maid also left the room, chased after Huang Lao, and wondered: "Huang Lao, what are you doing here, is that calligraphy and painting not clearly fake?" ”

"How can the Confucian sage's calligraphy be so bad, the calligraphy of Mengtong in his teens is probably better than that word."

Huang Lao glared and said, "You know everything!" It is highly likely that the calligraphy and painting are real! ”

"This painting is too important, it's not for me to decide, I have to ask Mr. Wang to come over and take a look."

Hearing the name Mr. Wang, the maid was even more shocked.

Because the Mr. Wang in Huang Lao's mouth is the chief treasure connoisseur in the Wanbao Pavilion, I heard that he was invited by the owner behind the scenes.

One of the most important identities of the other party is one of the seventy-two disciples who once went on a study tour with the Confucian saints!

This Mr. Wang only studies on the fourth floor on weekdays, and rarely shows up, but his level is very high.

"Treat that guest well!"

After Huang Lao finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

……

On the other side, Su Mu was invited from the ordinary private room to the Tianzi private room, and there were several white-skinned, beautiful and long-legged beauties around him, fanning her shoulders and beating her back.

The quality of these beauties is no worse than the red card of the Pavilion, and they are specially trained at first glance.

So his mood is quite mixed right now.

Although he knew that he was holding the real thing, even he felt that it was more like a fake.

"This is the Confucian saint, no matter how ugly and ugly the handwriting is, some people will buy it, damn it...... so unhappy"

Su Mu felt uncomfortable for a while, and began to sour again.

Why wasn't he the one who crossed first.

He also wants to experience this feeling, okay.

After a while, there were footsteps, and an old man in a Confucian robe with a thin figure and a slightly rickety figure walked into the private room, and Huang Lao followed behind him.

When Su Mu saw this, he knew that this was the chief treasure connoisseur invited by Huang Lao.

Huang Lao introduced to Su Mu: "Guest, this is my chief treasure connoisseur of the Wanbao Pavilion, Mr. Wang, who has traveled to various countries with the Confucian Sage and is one of the seventy-two disciples. ”

"With Mr. Wang coming to appraise the treasure, you can rest assured."

Such a big battle...... Su Mu was taken aback, but he didn't expect that he would blow up all his father's former students.

But he still said: "Let's start, don't waste any more time, I'm pressed for time." ”

The voice is low and awe-inspiring.

Mr. Wang was not angry, just nodded, and then slowly picked up the calligraphy and painting to examine, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked carefully.

After a long time, he put down the calligraphy and painting, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that in addition to the one in the palace, there would be a master's ink treasure that has been passed down to the world." ”

"This scribbled handwriting, this wild calligraphy, is really nostalgic, this is the master's handwriting."

"This calligraphy and painting...... It's true. ”

Mr. Wang gave an affirmative answer, confirming the authenticity of the calligraphy and painting.

And this conclusion also shocked everyone.

"Sure enough! I knew it! I knew it! Huang Lao's face was excited, extremely excited.

"All the people who used fake calligraphy and paintings to disguise Confucian saints and calligraphy treasures before were extremely good at calligraphy and paintings, but they knew that Confucian saints could be the same as ordinary people?"

"Only such ugly, ghostly handwriting that looks like a wrestling ghost is the most perfect work!"

"Tearing apart all the beauty and hypocrisy, at a glance, it hits the bottom of the heart and makes people feel pain and distortion, it is this bloody thing that the Confucian sage wants to convey!"

"Writing in this kind of writing is more visually impactful!"

Huang Lao praised endlessly, and he was about to praise this calligraphy and painting to the sky.

The more Su Mu listened, the more confused he became, and the more he listened, the more he doubted himself, could it be that his level was not enough to feel the true meaning of this ink treasure?

"Am I really a parent?"

Growing up so big, Su Mu began to doubt his cultural level and education level for the first time.

But soon he put these questions behind him, asked the question he was most concerned about, and asked with a twinkle in his eyes, "So how many spirit stones are you planning to produce?" ”