The person who spoke was an old man in his fifties, who was the son and nephew of Mrs. Zhang. His nationality was Western Malaya. He was a turtle. His name was Li Zonghan. He was a professor in the Department of Chinese Painting at Malay University. He was good at fine brushwork and flowers and birds, and he also had profound attainments in Chinese calligraphy and painting.

"When I first looked at this picture, whether it was the material or color, it was in line with the characteristics of the Qing Dynasty paintings." Li Zonghan couldn't help but shake his head when talking about his professional knowledge: "This painting is the best choice for both appearance, fine brushwork, and even artistic attainments. But..."

Li Zonghan's eyes were as big as a light bulb. He poked his finger forward and pointed to the central axis of the whole painting and said, "There are traces of repair here. Although the repair craftsmen are very hidden, they can't escape my wisdom." At the end of his speech, a hint of color appeared on his face: "So this painting is doubtful.

This conclusion immediately attracted everyone's attention, and then they all surrounded them. After careful examination, they began to discuss again.

"This central axis has really been repaired," an old pedantic guy suddenly exclaimed: "Can this painting be in two halves?"

Another person shook his head and said, "What kind of skillful hands is this silk painting? It is like a seam repair and seamless. It is like the whole painting with the hard work of this craftsman, which adds three points of glory."

"This is a bad statement." Li Zonghan directly retorted: "Really, the false is false, the doubtful thing cannot be used as a quasi-number." He said that, looking at Su Mingxue: "Little girl, you may have been deceived."

In the identification of antiques, there are two sets of rhetoric. It is true, and experts dare to guarantee it. There is another set of rhetoric that is just to be unable to see clearly or doubtful. This statement is to give collectors a step forward, not to say it is fake, but to be doubtful, and to say it is not accurate. As for Li Zonghan, it is obvious that it is fake and he keeps saying that he has been cheated, which is very rare.

Su Mingxue was not sure for a moment, and she was also present when she bought this painting. She also knew that the painting had been repaired. As for the mystery there was, she only cared about Xuan Qi talking and didn't listen carefully.

Seeing that the situation was a bit stalemate, Su Mingxue was completely stunned. So she walked over and said to Li Zonghan: "It is precisely because this painting has this repair in the middle that this painting is real, not a fake."

"Oh?" Li Zonghan looked up and down at Xuan Qi, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. After ten years of turmoil, China had just opened its country's door for decades, and infrastructure construction in various places had just been launched, and the whole of China was not as prosperous and prosperous as it was outside. Therefore, overseas Chinese looked at Chinese like looking at poor relatives who were distant through an iron cage, with deep disdain in their pity.

"Young man, come and listen to me if you have any opinions. I won't blame you if you say it wrong." Li Zonghan immediately acted like a master, intending to wait for Xuan Qi to tell him the reason before teaching him a lesson丨丨

"We all know that Leng Mei was a court painter. In other words, his paintings were mostly court objects. Most of his works came from the Kangxi and Qianlong eras and were later preserved in the Old Summer Palace." Xuan Qi said, pointing to the central axis in the scroll and said: "In the late Qing Dynasty of Cixi, China was humiliated for a hundred years, and the Qing Dynasty was also in turmoil. At that time, there were a few bold eunuchs, and it was very common to carry cultural relics from the Old Summer Palace. So..."

"A bunch of nonsense" Li Zonghan waved his hand to interrupt Xuan Qi: "The basis for breaking up antiques and appreciating antiques is to be inherited in an orderly manner, or it does have unique characteristics that others cannot match. Instead of making arbitrary assertions just based on guessing."

Li Zonghan said it very bluntly, with contemptuous eyes, and then said to Xuan Qi meaningfully: "In the journey of antiques, there are not so many miscellaneous pupils to pick up, nor are there so many taking it for granted. Get started more, read more, suffer losses a few times, pay tuition a few times, and gradually you will have experience." As he said that, he suddenly changed his mind: "As for the silk painting in front of him, it is definitely a fake."

Xuan Qi was immediately forced to the corner of the wall. If the evidence that this painting was genuine, then the fact that the old lady gave a fake product on her birthday would spread like a gust of wind, and her reputation would be completely ruined.

When Xuan Qi was anxious, he used the art of qi identification again. The spiritual energy on the whole painting trembled, which was a unique charm of agitation. However, Xuan Qi could not say it out and could not tell others that he had art of qi identification. No one would believe that he could see the art of qi identification in this painting, and he would also regard himself as an alien.

In anger, Xuan Qi gathered all his true energy in his body. The true energy in the Qi Realm exceeded the Qi Realm. As the exercises rotated, three inches of golden light burst out from Xuan Qi's eyes, as if he wanted to see the whole painting through.

The true energy that was originally just floating, under Xuan Qi's gaze, some changes in the cycle of light and shadows rose, and the flowing light flashed one by one. The silk paintings that were originally just flat became three-dimensional in an instant, and purple smoke filled the concave and convex scroll.

In the two-part scroll, a pure golden rainbow left the three small characters of Lu Qiaoshou, Lu Qiaoshou, on the rainbow. Looking sideways, you can also see the slender small regular script.

A smile appeared on Xuan Qi's muffled mouth. He touched the repair part in the middle of the scroll with his fingers. Xuan Qi's face was even better. He turned around and looked at Li Zonghan and said loudly: "I can prove that the inheritance of this silk painting is indeed authentic, not a fake."

"Then it proves." Li Zonghan said, and widened his eyes and looked at the whole painting again: "How can you prove it without the seal of inheritance and the inscriptions left by celebrities?"

"This repair place can prove it." Xuan Qi pointed his finger at the repair place: "The person who repaired this silk painting was the first skilled craftsman in the late Qing Dynasty, Lu Qiaoshou. This painting has his own unique mark."

"Lu Qiaoshou?" This name not only shocked Li Zonghan, but also made everyone else widen their eyes. Looking at the modern history of China, it was a history of humiliation. It was as dark as the sky. But there were a few people, like stars, illuminating the hearts of people in suffering.

Lu Qiaoshou is such a folk artist. He is a person from the capital and his father is also an older craftsman. Lu Qiaoshou is born with a skillful hand and is good at repairing antique calligraphy and paintings. When he was in his prime, the Eight-Nation Alliance entered the capital. The Lord Lafayette ran to Shanxi, leaving behind the Six Deadly after the Devils in the capital. The Six Devils negotiated with the Allied Forces. The representative of the Gaul Chicken took a fancy to the celadon sea bowl in the Qianqing Palace.

There is a green ceramic sea bowl in the Qianqing Palace, which was passed down from the middle of the Ming Dynasty. It is 1.37 meters high and 2.46 meters in diameter. It has a thin body. It uses Ru kiln recipe and a celadon bauble.

The bowl has a big word written by the Ming Chengzu. The bowl is full of the world. Every year when spring rain falls, this big bowl will be invited out and placed for a month. As long as the rain can fill the bowl, the world will be prosperous and prosperous.

Later, the Ming Dynasty's Hou Emperor also wanted to imitate this bowl, with the intention of shocking Jiuzhou, but the experiment resulted many times but failed once. Later, several emperors of the Qing Dynasty also imitated it, but still failed.

The Japanese devils could not have thought that the Gaul chicken would ask for this big sea bowl. This is a national weapon. If it is really given to them, then the national treasure would have to be left overseas. He was determined to refuse but was afraid of affecting the negotiations. So he pretended to agree to send the big sea bowl, and then the eunuch deliberately failed when carrying it, and broke the big sea bowl in half.

Seeing that the bowl was broken, Gaul chicken gave up and asked for some compensation. He followed the other coalition forces to withdraw from China. When Lafayette returned to Beijing and heard about this, he felt a pain in his heart, so he posted a notice to visit craftsmen to repair the bowl.

Lu Qiao handed down the list and spent three days restoring the entire sea bowl, even leaving his own unique mark next to the bowl of the world.

After the sea bowl was restored, in order to show the prosperity of the country, Lafayette specially displayed the seventy-nine days in the Temple of Heaven. Lu Qiaoshou became famous all over the world and became the number one skillful craftsman in the Qing Dynasty.

Li Zonghan, who had heard the legend of Lu Qiaoshou since childhood, looked at Xuan Qi with his eyes flickering, and asked, "Can you really prove that this was repaired by Lu Qiaoshou?"

"It can be proved now." Xuan Qi smiled at the old lady of the Zhang family: "Please find some white paper and pencils.

I had a great grandson in elementary school at home, and these were ready-made items. Xuan Qi took the white paper and pressed it on the seam that was repaired in the middle, and smeared it with a pencil. The three words "Lu Qiaoshou" appeared on the white paper with a small amount of Kung Fu. Change the paper and put it in the next place, apply it again, and soon you can see the year, month, day, and winter of the 32nd year of the Guangxu period.

"This is it" Faced with such a result, Li Zonghan was so stupid that he couldn't speak. There were also discussions around him.

"This time, with the inheritance, it was really the little eunuch who stole it from the Old Summer Palace and handed it to Lu Qiao to repair it. What kind of value will this painting have? It must be higher than the value of Guang Lengmei painting."

There is an unwritten rule in the antique world. If a certain inherited product has the same seal of the ink and treasure, then its value will definitely increase greatly. For example, a copybook by Wang Xizhi with a seal of Tang Bohu on it, then the value of this copybook will exceed the value of a copybook without a seal.

Some people call this the orderly inheritance, while others call this the icing on the cake. So now this Magu birthday picture has been restored by Lu Qiaoshou, and its value must be greater than that of Leng Mei's other works.

Another lukewarm said: "It's really scary to have no education. It's obviously a real one, but it just wants to say it's fake."

This made Li Zonghan extremely ashamed. He often acted like a master, but now that he made mistakes, people around him are naturally willing to take advantage of the situation.

When Mrs. Zhang saw the words printed by Xuan Qi, she reached out and touched the repaired place in the middle. She couldn't help but point her head: "Lu Qiao's hands are really good, good, really good." As she said that, she smiled at Su Mingxue: "I like this gift from the child very much, so I accepted it." The birthday was full of joy and continued on.
Chapter completed!