The Xuande incense burner handed down from ancient times is extremely rare, and it set the precedent for later generations of copper furnaces. From then on, from Xuande in the Ming Dynasty to the Republic of China, the activities of antique dealers imitating Xuande incense burners never stopped.

"Oh, isn't it said that it is extremely rare? Is this thing real?" Wang Hao tilted his head and looked at this Xuande furnace in confusion.

When Mr. Wu saw someone who dared to question his Xuande furnace, he became very angry and said, "You can't teach a child."

"By the way, Mr. Chu, I heard you say before that none of the Xuande incense burners currently collected in national museums can be recognized by many connoisseurs as a real Xuande incense burner. So this one..." I heard

Wang Hao's words also raised doubts in Fang You's heart.

Mr. Wu was so angry that he habitually swung his sleeves, but halfway through, he realized that he was wearing short sleeves and had no sleeves to swish. He immediately put his hands behind his back. If the Huadiao wine hadn't been holding him down, he would have slapped the table to get it.

Something flashed.

"That's because there are too many people imitating Xuande incense burners, causing various Xuande incense burners to be mixed among the people. In addition, many historical documents from the Xuande period are incomplete, so now authentic and fake Xuande incense burners have become an unsolved mystery in the Chinese antiques industry.

"

"Various experts have different opinions on the Xuande stove, but these people are all idealists. As long as they think this piece is a fake, they will find some flaws in it to fool themselves."

Mr. Chu looked at the Xuande stove on the table and smiled, "However, some old friends from the Capital Museum and I believe that Mr. Wu's Xuande stove is genuine. As for other experts, we don't bother to listen to their opinions.

, Xiaoyou, as long as you like it, sometimes you don’t have to worry about whether it’s true or false.”

Fang You nodded with some understanding. During the month he spent with Mr. Chu, he also learned that Mr. Chu had a high reputation in the antique world. There were probably only a few authentic items that he and experts from the Capital Museum recognized.

If you can refute it, this is a kind of majesty formed by years of vision.

"Okay, let's take a look at Old Man Wu's next treasure." Old Chu smiled, finished Xuande Lu's explanation, and was about to look at the picture scroll tightly wrapped in kraft paper on the table.

Seeing that Mr. Wu was still turning his head angrily, Mr. Chu smiled and cursed, "Old Wu, why are you still standing there? Open this precious painting of yours quickly. Don't you want Huadiao wine?"

Mr. Wu snorted, but did not dare to pick up the shelf. He walked slowly to the table, took down the Xuande stove and the tea on the table, and borrowed a piece of cotton cloth from Mr. Chu to wipe the table clean.

Then he took off the kraft paper from the scroll and placed it on the table.

Finally, Mr. Wu carefully opened the scroll on the kraft paper slowly, as if he was not afraid of scaring the flowers and plants.

On the way to open it, Fang You took a closer look and found that the material of the scroll was not paper, but silk. Silk and paper are commonly used materials for ancient and even modern painters. Generally, when painters paint,

Everyone will determine the material of the scroll based on what they want to draw.

Because silk is more delicate and the paper material is inferior to silk in all aspects, more painters used silk to paint in the Tang and Song Dynasties, especially some famous calligraphers and painters.

On the way to open it, he saw Fang You walking away without touching it. Mr. Wu smiled and nodded, then continued to open the scroll.

After a while, the entire scroll was completely opened, almost covering Mr. Chu's nearly one-meter-long table. Everyone looked at the scroll and immediately fell into the dreamlike scene.

What is painted on the scroll is a landscape painting. The scroll shows high mountains, steep cliffs, old trees twisting between the cliffs, lush branches and leaves, and clear springs flowing from the rock gaps.

In the painting, there are two lay men sitting high on the rocks, seemingly intoxicated by the landscape.

This is different from the beautiful scenery of modern chaotic society. The people in front of the painting are like the lay people in the painting, intoxicated in the peaceful scenery formed by mountains, rocks, trees and springs.

"After a few years, I never thought I would see Tang Yin's painting of "Looking at the Mountain and Listening to the Wind". When I saw this painting, I was really tired of the worldly life and wanted to find a wonderful place like the one in the painting to get away from the world.

The hustle and bustle, quietly immersed in the mountains and rivers." Mr. Chu woke up from his intoxication, looked at the scroll blankly, and murmured to himself.

Fang You nodded with deep sympathy. The complexity and change of modern society make people want to find a peaceful paradise, but they can only imagine it in their hearts. This painting makes people intoxicated by the beauty of the landscape in this painting.

During this time, they subconsciously seemed to have found the paradise of their dreams.

Wang Hao's nerves were as thick as a big tree. He scratched his hair and looked at the expressions of several people looking at the painting as if they were possessed. He was very confused and couldn't understand what was so good about the rocks and messy trees in the painting.

Yes, but he felt that his irritable heart seemed to be much calmer.

"Mr. Chu, I have only heard that Tang Yin had a high reputation in the Ming Dynasty, but I have never had the opportunity to see his paintings. When I saw it today, it was indeed well-deserved. This painting really makes people sink into the painting and enjoy the long-lost feeling in their hearts.

Tranquility, enjoying the beautiful rivers and mountains that are difficult to see in modern times." Fang You said with emotion, a simple painting can make people feel infected, as if they are immersed in the scene. It can be seen that there is no falsehood under Tang Yin's fame.

Wang Hao looked confused and asked again like a fool: "Who is Tang Yin? Is he famous?"

"Tang Yin is Tang Bohu, Mouse, do you know this time?" Fang You said with a helpless smile. If it were a month ago, I'm afraid he would have looked like an idiot like a Mouse.

"Tang, Tang Bohu." Wang Hao opened his mouth wide and pointed at the scroll in shock, his fingers trembling. Then he took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, curled his lips, and said with dissatisfaction: "

Tang Bohu will be Tang Bohu, and Tang Yin will be treated as such, why are you so mysterious?"

Fang You patted Wang Hao's head speechlessly, "Tang Yin is Tang Bohu's name, and Bohu is just his character. Do you understand?" Everyone knows about Tang Bohu, but they ignore that his real name is Tang Yin.

"I don't understand." Wang Hao simply shook his head, making Fang You so angry that he wanted to punch him on the head and open his head to see if there was a ball of paste inside.

Mr. Chu smiled, knowing that these two people were joking, he waved his hand gently, "Okay, stop making trouble, everyone knows about Tang Bohu, so there is no need to waste any more time introducing him."

"You seem to have only seen the painting. Let's take a look at the poem in the upper right corner of the painting. If you read it again with the painting, you may have new feelings." Mr. Chu smiled and pointed at the scroll.

Fang You and Wang Hao stopped playing around, calmed their minds, looked in the direction of Old Chu's finger, and vaguely made out the vague writing on the painting, "Look down at the flowing spring and listen to the wind. The sound of the spring is in harmony with the sound of the sheng yong."

, why not write about Yao Qin, because no one’s surname is Zhong.”
Chapter completed!