After the divorce, the female CEO of Bingshan begged to get back together.

"Little friend Qin!"

As soon as Yu Wenchang's words came out, a stone immediately stirred up waves, and the entire venue was in an uproar.

Could it be that this kid knows Yu Wenchang?

Moreover, Yu Wenchang also called him "little friend", which seemed to be a good relationship!

When Lan Tian saw this scene, his face turned slightly ugly, and he felt bad in his heart.

"Old Yu, we meet again."

Qin Yun looked at Yu Wenchang walking over and nodded with a smile.

Yu Wenchang laughed loudly and said: "It's really fate. When we said goodbye last time, I thought it would be difficult to meet again. Who would have expected that I would meet you here again."

After saying that, he looked at the security guards around Qin Yun and asked, "This is it?"

Qin Yun glanced at the security guard and said, "Oh, they are going to kick me out."

"Kick you out? Why?"

Yu Wenchang suddenly frowned, secretly thinking that something must be going on.

"Because I exposed their fake paintings, and they became angry and wanted to drive me out."

Qin Yun shrugged.

"Fake painting? Are you talking about this "Picture of Clouds and Cranes in Cangshan Mountain"?"

Yu Wenchang asked.

"Yes, this painting is not by Old Man Kongshan, but it is named after him. I am trying to rectify the name of the rightful owner. Who would have thought that they would drive me away."

Qin Yun nodded and looked at Lan Tian as he spoke.

Yu Wenchang's expression changed slightly, he looked back at Lan Tian and asked, "Lan Tian, ​​what's going on?"

Lan Tian was startled and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Old Yu, don't listen to this kid's arrogant words. I personally asked for this painting from Old Man Kongshan. How could it be fake!"

After saying that, he looked at Qin Yun with an ugly look and said: "Boy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will call the police station to arrest you!"

"Okay, then go ahead and call us and see who you catch in the end."

Qin Yun looked unconcerned.

"you……"

Lan Tian was angry and clenched his fists.

"Okay, don't get too excited. Let me take a look first before talking."

Yu Wenchang saw that the atmosphere was not right and quickly smoothed things over.

After all, Qin Yun had saved his life, and Lan Tian was his old friend's disciple. He didn't want both parties to look bad.

"Yes, Mr. Yu has seen the original painting of Master Kongshan. He can tell at a glance whether this painting is real or fake!"

Lan Tian nodded.

Yu Wenchang nodded and said: "Yes, I was lucky enough to participate in the tasting of "Treading the Cloud Immortal" by Master Kongshan. It was indeed shocking. I can tell at a glance whether this painting is real or fake."

After saying that, he took a step forward and looked at it carefully.

A few minutes later, Yu Wenchang frowned and turned around without saying a word.

Lan Tian hurriedly asked: "Old Yu, how are you?"

Yu Wenchang did not answer, but looked at Zheng Baiqiao and said, "Old Zheng, have you read it?"

Lao Zheng nodded: "I have seen it, but I don't see any big problems. There is indeed a small difference."

Yu Wenchang nodded, looked at the people who came with him and said, "Everyone, come and take a look."

A group of people stepped forward and began to look at it carefully.

After waiting for a few more minutes, a group of people stood up and looked at each other and said, "Old Yu, this painting is definitely top quality, but I think it's a bit strange."

"Weird? How to say?"

Yu Wenchang looked at the man and asked.

The man pointed at the painting and said: "Although I have never seen the original work of "Taying Yunxian", I have also seen a lot of pictures on the Internet. The brush strokes of Master Kongshan's paintings are completely free and easy."

"Although this painting is the same, many of the details are obviously intentional, as well as the signature. I remember that the signature of Master Kongshan was not in the upper right corner? Why is this in the lower right corner?"

"Well, indeed."

Yu Wenchang nodded.

"Another point is that the font is also stiff and not as lively as the signature of "Tai Yun Xian". It seems to be deliberately imitated."

Another said.

"Well, I've also noticed this."

Yu Wenchang nodded. As a sage of calligraphy, he was particularly sensitive to handwriting. The original poem "Talking on the Immortal Cloud" even amazed him.

Flying in the sky and dancing among the clouds,

The heart moves with the rhythm and plays the heavenly chapter.

Overlooking the beautiful scenery of the world,

Step into the cloud wonderland and be free.

Even the poet saints at the time were amazed by this poem, but the handwriting of the two works was quite different. This was why Yu Wenchang frowned when he first saw this painting.

After listening to the explanations from the big guys, the tourists around were stunned.

Could it be that this painting is really fake?

How is it possible, how is it possible for Lan Tian to find fake paintings?Isn’t this a sign of smashing one’s own plaque?

As for Lan Tian himself, after listening to what Yu Wenchang and others said, his face was horrified: "Old Yu, could it be that you..."

Yu Wenchang glanced at him and said, "Xiao Lan, come with me."

With that said, he took Lan Tian aside.

"Xiaolan, tell me honestly, is this painting really a painting by Old Man Kongshan?"

Yu Wenchang looked at him seriously and said.

Lan Tian, ​​who was originally confident, became a little flustered after seeing Yu Wenchang's look. Could it be that he had really been deceived?

"Old Yu, I'm sure this is the painting of Old Man Kongshan! I've seen him before!"

Although Lan Tian also had some self-doubt, he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

"it is good."

Yu Wenchang nodded, and then returned to Qin Yun: "Little friend, how do you determine that this painting is not that of Old Man Kongshan?"

"Because I said that Old Man Kongshan is my master."

Qin Yun replied.

"Old Man Kongshan is your master?"

Yu Wenchang was stunned.

"That's right. Since you can't tell the difference, let's do this."

Qin Yun nodded and suggested.

"how?"

"Aren't you doubting your identity? Since I am a disciple of Master Kongshan, I must have obtained some of his true biography. Haven't you seen "Taiyunxian"? I will copy it for you on the spot and look at our paintings. Is the wind the same, how about it?”

Qin Yun looked at Yu Wenchang and said.

Yu Wenchang pondered for a moment, but before he could speak, Lan Tian said: "Copy! Haha, who doesn't know how to copy? If this can represent your disciple of Master Kongshan, then if I copy Tang Bohu's paintings, then am I Tang Bohu?" The heir?"

"That's right! What kind of proof is this?"

"You have to come up with something substantial, right?"

"..."

People around him spoke one after another.

"Well, that makes sense, little friend Qin, this doesn't mean anything at all."

Yu Wenchang also nodded.

"It doesn't matter, I have my own way, just prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Qin Yun waved his hand.

Yu Wenchang hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay then, go prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones."

After a while, a desk was brought up.

Qin Yun said nothing, just moved his pen and dyed the scroll with ink.

I saw the brush in his hand, like a sword, constantly swinging on the white paper roll.

With each stroke, it seems to be done unintentionally, but when combined, we find something unusual and magical.

Yu Wenchang on the side was also surprised by Qin Yun's methods.

This guy's painting skills are amazing!

Under the horrified gazes of a group of people, the prototype of a painting soon appeared. Although it was not finished yet, it did not delay the appreciation of the painting.

Just when everyone was about to watch Qin Yun finish reading the painting, Qin Yun's next move shocked them.

I saw Qin Yun, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, picking up the ink tray next to him and waving it away. The painting that was almost completed was stained in an instant...

This sudden scene made everyone dumbfounded.

No, what kind of trouble is this?