Chapter 313

"The paintings of Zhu Da, a man from Badashan, have a very strong personal style. When the Ming Dynasty perished, Zhu Da was only 19 years old. Soon after that, his father died. At that time, he was extremely depressed and angry. He pretended to be deaf and dumb, hid his name, wandered through the empty door and lived in the mountains to preserve himself."

As wuqingzi spoke, he got up and came to the side of the mountain stone map, pointed to one of them and then said.

"Because of the misfortune of his youth, we can often see a strange signature on Zhu Da's paintings, as if it was like a crane symbol. In fact, it is composed of four words" March 19 ", so as to express the deep feeling of missing his hometown."

After wuqingzi finished, the others quickly stood up, leaned out their necks and looked in the direction wuqingzi pointed out. Sure enough, they found such an inconspicuous crane symbol in the upper left part of the cliff. If they didn't look carefully, they thought it was just a crack in the rock casually painted by the author.

Now, after wuqingzi's direct point, people have an intuitive impression and see the difference.

"Gao, Gao, it's not bad that master wuqingzi is so meticulous. When I got the painting, I didn't know how much effort was wasted to find a place related to Mr. Zhu Da. The master can know the whole painting at a glance, admire, admire!"

Mr. Tang had the appearance of refusing people thousands of miles away. After hearing wuqingzi's explanation, he couldn't help clapping his hands and didn't hesitate to praise.

"A master is a master. I just looked at the style that is somewhat similar to a Zhu Da painting I saw in the museum at that time, so I thought that the works copied by thousands of lay scholars were completely based on speculation, and I didn't see the mystery at all. This is the gap..."

The old man surnamed Qi also applauded and praised.

"Hum, master wuqingzi is such a giant. It looks like you."

The old man surnamed Zhao stared at the crane figure for a long time, and then heard the praise of the old man surnamed Qi, snorted coldly.

"You!"

"All right."

The elder surnamed Qi was scolded and immediately wanted to fight back, but wuqingzi raised his hand and stopped him.

"I'm just peeping into the leopard. I recognize the difference because of experience. The little brother recognized the truth of the painting immediately after just looking at it. If the little brother doesn't dislike it, can you tell me the secret?"

Wuqingzi gently waved his hand. He didn't care about reputation and praise for a long time, but turned his head to Ye Mo and asked for advice.

At this moment, everyone's eyes returned to Yemo.

"The master praised it falsely. In fact, I don't understand the way of calligraphy and painting. I'm a doctor myself. It's just a coincidence to see the abnormality of this painting."

Ye Mo shook his head and smiled.

"Doctor? Little brother, I see your sitting posture and bearing. Is it traditional Chinese medicine?"

Wuqingzi's eyes are bright. He looks at Ye Mo and asks.

"Master, good eyesight, good, boy is Chinese medicine."

Ye Mo smiled faintly and was seen through by wuqingzi, who deals with calligraphy and painting all day and observes people or things in detail. It was no accident.

"The theory of medical doctrine is broad and cumbersome, and it contains a great road. Little brother, can you tell me how you can see that this painting is the work of Badashan people from the perspective of a doctor?"

Ye Mo is more interested when he shirks it. When ye Mo reveals his career, he believes it without any doubt.

"This..."

Ye Mo hesitated for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would be so interested in his views. Moreover, he didn't know how to explain. It can't be said that this canvas has never been tampered with at first sight, and he had a similar painting before.

"Cut, be timid. It's really a straw bag."

When the girl surnamed Zhao saw that ye Mo had been pushing away, she turned her mouth and turned her eyes, and said with disgust.

Ye Mo frowns, thinking that this man is really interesting. He has never provoked the other party, but the other party ridicules him and becomes addicted to ridicule.

Wuqingzi turned his head and looked at the girl surnamed Zhao. There was some displeasure in his eyes. He was waiting to ask the result. You have sharp teeth and sharp mouth. Why.

The girl surnamed Zhao was immediately honest when she was seen by wuqingzi, but she still showed contempt for ye Mo, which can be said to be heartfelt disdain.

"Hey, I said, everyone's time is precious. If you don't admit it directly, it's over!"

A young man with gold wire glasses can be said to be a loyal supporter of a girl surnamed Zhao. He belongs to the role of where the gun points and where he plays. Whenever a girl is in trouble, gold wire glasses must keep up with it to express his sincerity and attitude.

The clay figurine is still angry. Besides, ye Mo is not made of clay. A woman is just fine. Don't worry about it in general. As a big man, you are always chattering. Isn't it a little unreasonable.

"What do you call it?"

Ye Mo turns his head and looks at the young man with gold wire glasses.

Gold glasses did not expect that the boy who had been silent had a temper and dared to directly question himself!

Yu Guang glanced at the beautiful face and proud figure of the girl beside him. The gold wire glasses only felt a stream of blood rush up to the head and replied very hard.

"My name is Ji Yuantang. What's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

Ji?

Ye Mo was stunned. Previously, the other party seemed to call the old man surnamed Zhao Grandpa. Why did he come out with a Ji surname?

"Grandpa Zhao is Xiao Zi's grandpa. That's my grandpa. What's the matter? Do you have any opinion?"

It seems to see ye Mo's complicated eyes, and the tone of gold wire glasses is still tough.

"Hum!"

The girl surnamed Zhao snorted coldly, but she didn't refute, because now gold wire glasses are helping her vent.

"Brother Ji, I think you seem to have a big opinion on me. Why don't we make a bet?"

Ye Mo looked at the eyes of gold wire glasses indifferently and said.

"Oh, I have a word with you. You're kicking your nose and face. What's the bet? You say!"

Gold glasses reached out and pushed their glasses, with a disdainful tone.

Ye Mo smiled, looked up and down at the gold wire glasses, and stretched out two fingers.

"Two million. If I'm wrong, I'll give you the money. If I'm right, you'll give it to me. Will you bet?"

After hearing this bet, the arrogant attitude of gold wire glasses suddenly stiffened on his face. Two million is just his whole fortune and almost all his money. If he loses the bet, he will have nothing and completely change from a childe to a penniless civilian.