Chen Yu immediately turned on the system and scanned the brain information of the man in front of him.

The Macallan wasn't lying, the golden scepter was indeed received by them through formal channels, but the person who sold them looked a little obscene.

However, Macallan seems to be suffering from some kind of memory disorder, and many of the memories in his mind are very vague.

Chen Yu sighed helplessly, and could only take out the promissory note from his body, wanting to buy the golden scepter back.

Unexpectedly, McCarron grabbed his wrist.

"Sir, you misunderstood, we are here to participate in the painting art exhibition here, and everything will be distributed as prizes, not for sale."

Chen Yu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he had been in the Augustus Sacred Mountain for so long, and he never knew that there was a painting art exhibition here.

At this moment, the masked old man hurried over with a few guards.

"Mr. Chen, today is indeed our annual painting art exhibition, as long as the champion will have a prize!"

Chen Yu suddenly became interested, no matter what, he had to get this golden scepter in his hands.

The crowd that had gathered around the place just now also dispersed.

The Macallan and a few businessmen cleared a large area and set up a raised platform here.

A large number of murals, calligraphy and paintings have been placed on the stage.

After a while, a modern girl stood up with a microphone.

"These words come from the major auction venues and many monuments, and we are not very clear about the value of these paintings, as long as someone on the scene can guess the origin of these things and the content on them, we will give corresponding prizes."

Chen Yu immediately understood that these guys had come here to find free connoisseurs.

Seeing that there are many well-mannered people in their team, they should all be experts, and these people have made a rough appraisal of the paintings first.

It's just that many of the details have not yet been discussed, so they can only come here to randomly look for professionals.

The Macallan and a few merchants placed a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry on the table.

At this moment, a middle-aged man confidently walked onto the high platform.

"These things, you're embarrassed to take them here to appreciate them!"

He directly grabbed an ink landscape painting and held it high.

"If I'm not mistaken, this painting should be a picture of plants and trees drawn by the divine doctor Bian Que! At least three hundred herbs have been drawn on the mountain next to it. ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately resonated with everyone at the scene, and several experts next to them hurriedly ran up and began to study them with a magnifying glass.

These experts are not vegetarians, although they have not identified the specific origin of the calligraphy and painting together, but as long as someone can give a general idea, he can make an accurate judgment based on this.

"That's right, it's true that there are some Chinese herbal medicines on it, but the age of this painting should be the Tang Dynasty, and Bian Que is from the Spring and Autumn Period."

"This painting has not been signed, and we can't tell who painted it, but the age can still be determined."

"This gentleman, are you wrong, can you take a closer look?"

……

The middle-aged man had some anger on his face, in his opinion, he had identified all the details, but he didn't expect these experts to be still there to pick thorns.

Just as he was about to refute, Chen Yu walked directly onto the stage.

"If you want me to say that this gentleman is right, and the experts are not wrong, this painting is indeed from the Tang Dynasty, and it is also from Bian Que's hand."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused laughter.

Everyone knows that Bian Que was a famous doctor in the Spring and Autumn Period, which is basic common sense.

Could it be that Bian Que traveled to the Tang Dynasty and painted this picture?

Chen Yu ignored everyone, just walked to the side of the scroll by himself, and lightly tapped on it.

"Everyone, do you really know Bian Que in history?"

This question was thrown out, and the scene fell silent all of a sudden.

With the progress of archaeological work in recent years, there is a large amount of information to prove that Bian Que is not a person, but a sect.

For example, in the records of Bian Que in the Spring and Autumn Period, many stories span hundreds of years.

At that time, people generally had a very short lifespan, and even if Bian Que was a miracle doctor, he could not live that long.

Moreover, the records of Bian Que's medicine in various eras are quite discrepancious, and the later the age, the more perfect it becomes.

Before this, many people thought that this was a commentary and detailed introduction to Bian Que's medicine by later generations.

But now it seems that many things are new, and even independent of the original Bian Que medicine.

Everyone at the scene began to discuss, and for a while, even the experts on the stage could not make a specific conclusion.

Chen Yu picked up a magnifying glass from the side.

"There are a lot of herbs on this mountain, other houses, and a large number of prescriptions hidden in the river, so I suggest that you can use more sophisticated high-tech instruments to observe."

Without the slightest hesitation, the experts immediately had a few machines taken and put aside.

After some time, one of the experts suddenly jumped up in excitement.

"That's right, there are indeed a large number of prescriptions recorded on this line, and the medicinal materials next to this side correspond to the medicinal materials on the prescription!"

The crowd of onlookers also discussed, which was equivalent to subverting the cognition in their minds.

As those experts also gave accurate responses, everyone gave Chen Yu a thumbs up.

Chen Yu didn't say anything, and directly picked up the golden scepter and a few jewels, which seemed to be in Jin Lingsu's private vault.

But when Jin Lingsu got these things, he was still angry.

She worked hard to get so many things, and spent a lot of money to get a private vault, but she didn't expect to be served, and the things in it were taken here as prizes.

Chen Yu patted her on the shoulder.

"Well, this is just something in one of your vaults, don't you have many more? Besides, isn't that the return of the goods to their original owners? ”

Jin Lingsu let out a breath of turbid air and didn't say anything more.

"Can this gentleman try again with you?" The middle-aged man just now seemed a little unconvinced.

The previous painting was indeed mixed with some extremely unpopular historical knowledge, and he lost a little unjustly.

But in this kind of competition of literati and inkmen, no one will admit that they are inferior to others.

Chen Yu chuckled, he didn't say anything, and jumped directly on the stage, anyway, this kind of competition is quite meaningful.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went up, the middle-aged man directly took a stone slab from the side and stuffed it into his hand.

(End of chapter)