followed Zhang Xu to learn cursive, and Wu Daozi's cursive skills were only uncontrollable.

Later, he worshipped several more masters, and found that his talent in calligraphy was very limited, but in painting, he had unusual qualifications.

Many years later, Wu Daozi completely gave up calligraphy and began to paint instead, and this erroneous experience became an anecdote and achieved Wu Daozi's reputation as a painting saint.

Song Feng said eloquently: "Those who have known Wu Daozi know that he and Zhang Xu have learned cursive, although he only has his form but not his god, but the power of the pen on the back of the paper has allowed him to learn seven, seven, eight or eight, and apply cursive brushwork to painting, through Wu Daozi's paintings, you can see the power of the pen on the back of the paper."

"You just noticed that the front and back of this painting are different, which is the most obvious flaw."

Song Feng continued.

The first three words look very clear, only two words can be seen clearly, and the third word looms.

The answer is very simple, the first two words are written directly, and the last word is copied by later generations, and then added.

The three words are divided into two stages, the first two words of the copyist pen power is extraordinary, can do through the back of the paper, and the last word of the imitator pen power is average.

Song Feng quoted scriptures and classics, and said that the head is the Tao.

The citizens who were full of disgust for Song Feng couldn't help but look at each other.

Although they didn't like Song Feng, they had to admit that Song Feng's words made a lot of sense.

Wu Daozi did learn cursive, but he still worshiped Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu's cursive dragon and phoenix dance, through the back of the paper.

As his proud disciple, Wu Daozi's ability to learn pen power does not seem to be a problem.

"Everyone is quiet."

The tall man waved his hands and said loudly, "These contents are just his speculations, unfounded, and do not represent anything at all."

"No one can guarantee that Wu Daozi was interrupted by something when he was writing the payment, which caused his three words to appear in different strokes."

After saying this, the tall man introduced the brushwork of the painting in a decent manner.

The brushwork is elegant, bohemian, and similar to the style of Wu Daozi's youth.

Therefore, this painting was painted by Wu Daozi when he was young.

"Friends, I am a businessman, I believe that there should be businessmen among you, as the so-called peers are enemies, seeing that Boss Wang's business is booming, and his peers sent people to sabotage secretly, I think this is also possible."

"In the process of doing business, haven't you encountered your peers looking for trouble?"

The tall man knows how to speak very well, and he knows how to use his strength to fight.

In today's era, there are more people who watch the excitement and less nosy.

Song Feng and the old man are neither relatives nor friends, why should they stand up for the old man for no reason?

The only explanation is that Song Feng intends to use this incident to slander Boss Wang's antique shop, causing the antique shop to be wronged and become a black shop in the eyes of others.

Boss Wang's antique shop was attacked, and no more customers came, and the business of other antique shops naturally rose with the tide.

The emotions and impressions of ordinary people are extremely susceptible to external influences.

Soon, the emotions of the citizens were once again instigated by the tall man, who decided that Song Feng was a person with ulterior motives.

is still the same sentence, no one will believe Song Feng if he can't come up with conclusive evidence.

It would be biased to say that this painting is fake based on just one or two words.

Seeing that everyone was on his side, the tall man said again: "Boss Wang has opened a shop on this street, it's not a day or two, if he really sells fakes, the signboard has already been smashed, everyone often comes and goes, has anyone heard of Boss Wang selling fakes?"

The words fell, and everyone was speechless.

The old man said, "I have been here to buy antiques since a few years ago, and I don't seem to have been fooled."

"Me too, I spent more than one million yuan in Boss Wang's store, and sometimes, Boss Wang will take the initiative to discount me, although Boss Wang

It's not very nice to say, but if you want to say that he sells fakes, I'm the first to disbelieve it."

"People's hearts are not ancient, and now people really do everything in order to make money, if it weren't for the well-wishers who stood up and spoke up, I'm afraid everyone would have misunderstood Boss Wang."

"Boss Wang, I was suspicious of you just now, please forgive me."

Song Feng was speechless in his heart.

Saying that they have rich experience, how many antiques they have collected, and how much money they have spent here, they are all a group of things without vision.

Song Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense with them anymore, jumped off the table, and instilled true qi into this painting.

In an instant, the painting was shattered by true qi.

"Little bastard, you're crazy! You pay for my ancient paintings!"

Seeing the painting turn into pieces, Boss Wang let out a heart-rending roar.

The tall man said in a strange manner: "Boy, you are so angry that you can't say that we want to destroy this painting."

Song Feng picked up a fragment from the ground and said, "I am indeed going to destroy this painting, because a fake does not deserve to be passed on to the world."

"I keep saying that I want conclusive evidence, but I have a few questions for you, but you don't believe it."

"Okay, call now, call someone from the relevant department to come over, the relevant department will definitely deal with me strictly, and at the same time, this painting will be sent to the relevant unit for price assessment."

Song Feng sneered, "Boss Wang, why don't you call the official quickly?"

"This man is so rampant, if I look at him more, I feel like I will have to live a few years less."

"That's right, that's right, a stubborn person like this should be allowed to go in and squat for a few years, calm down and calm his head."

"Destroy an ancient painting worth millions, this kid won't run out of a mental hospital, right?"

Regarding what Song Feng said, everyone still refused to believe it.

Persuading Boss Wang to call the police immediately.

Song Feng walked up to Boss Wang with a piece of broken drawing paper, and said with a cold smile: "Boss Wang, you see that everyone has a clear attitude to support you to call the police, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and call."

"Such a large loss is not something that ordinary people can afford."

"You, you, you......"

Boss Wang raised his hand and pointed at Song Feng, his face was blue and white for a while.

Song Feng said, "If you can't remember the police number, I'll call and report it."

"Don't call!"

Seeing that Song Feng unlocked his mobile phone and really wanted to call the police, Boss Wang was half frightened and reached out to stop Song Feng.

Song Feng took a few steps back and said, "Oh, look at my memory, not only did I destroy your ancient painting Boss Wang, but I also slapped you just now, ruined people's property, and beat others, even if you don't pursue it, I don't want to go."

"Let the authorities deal with me."

"Don't fight, please don't fight!"

In a hurry, Boss Wang's voice was crying.

I never imagined that Song Feng would be so rigid and directly destroy the painting.