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Chapter 296 My Little Heart Can't Take It Anymore

"Are Wu Daozi's paintings very valuable?" Seeing this, the old man next to him couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.

After all, he is a complete layman when it comes to calligraphy and painting, and he has no idea how much this painting is worth.

"This is the picture of Zhong Kui drawn by the painter himself. It is the most famous calligraphy and painting of Wu Daozi. How can it be measured in value?" Gongsun Wuwo said with shocking eyes.

"No matter how expensive it is, you can buy it with money, otherwise, how can you trade it?" The old man asked puzzled.

"Wu Daozi has shown great talent in calligraphy and painting since he was a child. He has made many legendary paintings and calligraphy in his life, but if we say that the most precious calligraphy and painting is Zhong Kui's picture!"

"Zhong Kui in the painting is lifelike, just like a real person. According to rumors, if you hang a picture of Zhong Kui in your home, you can protect your home from being infested by ghosts and evil spirits! But it is a pity that no one has been able to find the real Zhong Kui picture painted by Wu Daozi himself. !"

When it comes to calligraphy and painting, Gongsun Wuwo's ​​eyes burst out with excitement, and he explained to everyone endlessly.

"If you really want to measure it by price, I was fortunate enough to see it at an auction. Someone auctioned a painting and calligraphy copying Zhong Kui's picture. Although his calligraphy and painting skills are not as good as Wu Daozi himself, he is still an excellent calligrapher and painter. !"

"However, the auction price of just one fake among the auctioneers is already close to 60 billion. Can you imagine the value of this authentic work?"

"In that case, wouldn't this painting exceed 60 billion?" The old man couldn't help showing a surprised expression when he heard this.

A painting that Nima took out at random is worth more than 60 billion. If all the scrolls in the bookshelf are added up, wouldn't it be far more than the central land outside?

"Isn't this nonsense? You must know that there is not a complete authentic painting of the saint, otherwise the price of the counterfeit will not reach more than 50 billion!"

"And the picture scroll collected by Mr. Ye is almost perfect, and the value can't be compared with that of the fake. In my imagination, its value is far more than 60 billion, at least it will exceed [-] billion!"

Gongsun Wuwo looked at the old man angrily. This old man doesn't know calligraphy and painting at all, he just knows how to talk nonsense.

"But how can you be sure that the paintings collected by Mr. Ye are the authentic works of the saint?"

"Look at the description and depiction of the characters on this scroll, which is so lifelike, it can be described as uncanny workmanship, which is not comparable to those fakes, okay? In terms of form and spirit, it has reached the realm of the unity of man and nature, how can it be a fake?"

"If it is really found to be a fake, then my old man will recognize it. Such uncanny craftsmanship is definitely comparable to the existence of a saint of painting, and it is more than enough to treat it as the authentic work of a saint of painting!"

Gongsun Wuwo looked determined, and at the same time carefully put the scroll in his hand back on the bookshelf.

Although he couldn't put it down, he couldn't help it, he really didn't have the money to afford it, let alone two or three, he couldn't afford this painting together.

Otherwise, even if it is a kidney cut, I want to buy this painting back.

For this kind of legendary painting and calligraphy that cannot be measured by value, he has absolutely no intention of buying it back. He only hopes to come across one that he can afford.

But even so, he felt that he had no regrets in being able to witness the authentic painting of the saint with his own eyes.

After all, almost all of Wu Daozi's paintings and calligraphy circulated on the market were copied by his predecessors. Although his skills in calligraphy and painting are also excellent, they are still far inferior to those of the great painters.

Even so, there are not many people in the painting and calligraphy world who can afford to collect the copies of the saint's works.

The old man next to him was still immersed in what Gongsun Wuwo said earlier. The value of just a fake is close to 60 billion. The most important thing is that the fake has reached the point where it is priceless.

Are these people crazy? Why would they spend so much money to buy something they know is a fake?
In fact, it's normal for the old man to have such thoughts. After all, he is a layman, and he doesn't know the urgency of calligraphers and painters to collect calligraphy and paintings of celebrities.

Although Wu Daozi's fakes are auctioned in the auction, under the copying of the predecessors, it is still possible to observe several layers of Wu Daozi's calligraphy and painting strength.

For these calligraphy and painting masters, it can be said to be a treasure of infinite value.

At this time, Gongsun Wuwo took out another picture scroll from the bookshelf. When he opened the picture scroll, his eyes stared suddenly again. Nima, this is actually the authentic work of the painting saint.

And it's also the very famous picture of the Heavenly Emperor Sending a Child, which is a masterpiece of a saint of painting.

Look at the painting skills of the unity of form and spirit, Nima, isn't this a proper authentic work?

After watching for a while, Gongsun Wuwo put the scroll back, and pulled out another scroll next to it, his eyes flicked again. Damn, why is it the work of a painting saint?

……

After pulling out a dozen or so scrolls, Gongsun Wuwo was so shocked that he couldn't describe it in words. His eyes fell on Ye Fan next to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Who the hell is Mr. Ye? Why are almost all of the paintings in the scrolls the works of a saint of painting, and the most important thing is that the scrolls he drew are all authentic works.

Good guy, no wonder no authentic works of Wu Daozi can be found on the market, so they were all collected by you.

It turns out that this is the truth, tears!

"What's your expression?" The old man next to him noticed the change in Gongsun Wuwo's ​​expression, and couldn't help showing a puzzled expression. What's the matter with your old bastard's expression?Why does it feel as uncomfortable as eating shit?

"This...these scrolls are all authentic paintings drawn by the saint himself!" Gongsun Wuwo said with some difficulty as he touched his frantically beating heart.

He felt that his old heart could hardly bear the shock, and he died on the spot.

For hundreds of years, the calligraphy and painting circles have never found an authentic painting of a saint. Your feelings are all collected by you. When I thought about it, I said in a speech before that it is impossible to keep the authentic painting of a saint in the world. .

Gongsun Wuwo only felt his old face hurt, as if he had been slapped.

"What?" Li Yang next to him couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he heard the words.

The auction price of Wu Daozi's fakes is already close to 60 billion, but Ye Fan owns more than a dozen pieces of Wu Daozi's treasures. Damn...

In order to prevent his heart from being able to bear such a stimulus, Gongsun Wuwo resolutely chose to change to another bookshelf to suppress his shock, and then he took out a picture scroll from another bookshelf.

But when his eyes fell on the content in the picture scroll, he almost rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot. If it wasn't for the timely pinching by others, everyone would have fallen down immediately.

"No, why are you so startled, old man? Is this painting so scary?" The old man next to him couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.

A saint of painting at least represents a pinnacle in the world of calligraphy and painting, is there anything more powerful than a saint of painting?
"Nimma, it's actually a picture endowed by the God of the River, and looking at the painting skills, isn't it a proper authentic work?" Gongsun Wuwo couldn't help but swear.

(End of this chapter)