The old Huang who said to Mr. Liu and others is actually a master of calligraphy and painting who works with them. However, unlike Mr. Xiao’s specialization in ancient calligraphy and painting, Mr. Huang specialized in modern and modern calligraphy and painting.

Mr. Huang is from Sichuan Province, and Mr. Qu is a fellow villager with Mr. Daqian's disciple. This is also the key reason why Mr. Huang studied with Mr. Huang for more than ten years when he was young.

Thanks to his personal guidance from Mr. Daqian in his early years, Mr. Huang’s attainments in calligraphy and painting are no less than Mr. Xiao. Especially in appraising Mr. Daqian’s works, Mr. Huang is the number one in China.

"I said what happened to you four. After dinner, I was about to rest early, but I was tormented by you four again." As soon as I entered the door, Mr. Huang complained to Mr. Liu and the others.

In fact, Huang Lao attended the morning ceremony and lunch, but he went back in the afternoon. As a result, he was "summoned" back not long after he returned, so it was not a question of complaining.

"Hehe, Lao Huang, letting you come back this time is not a trouble for you!" Old Xiao smiled on his face, "Look at who painted the painting on the table?"

Hearing Mr. Xiao say this, Mr. Huang looks at the painting. As a result, he doesn't matter when he sees it. He immediately "ouch" and immediately pounces on him. Just looking at this brisk manner, no one would have thought that he is already an old man in his sixties and almost seventy years old.

"This is the original work of my master! It's still a painting of the eight majors!" After looking at it for a while, Huang Lao laughed and was very excited. Huang Lao was half of Mr. Qu's disciple. Although there was no ceremony of apprenticeship, this was a recognized thing in the circle, so it was not a mistake for him to call Mr. Daqian as his master.

In terms of seniority, Mr. Huang is one generation higher than Mr. Liu and others. His master Mr. Qu is one generation older than Master Qi Gong.

"I said Lao Xiao, where did this painting come from? I have never heard of my master who imitated the eight major paintings. Well, the original work of this "Dry Tree and Bird Picture" is with Mr. Wang's descendants?"

Mr. Xiao nodded and said, "Yes, the original is indeed in the hands of Mr. Wang's descendants. As for this painting, it was collected by Xiaojing's grandfather in the 1980s. At that time, it was also identified as a imitation, but no one knew that the imitation of the painting was imitated by Baye. Xiaojing always thought that the imitation of this painting was imitated by Baye, so he took it over and let us take it. I just saw the origin of this painting, but when it comes to Baye's works, we all thought it would be safer to call you over."

Mr. Huang patted his thigh and smiled and said, "Yes, this painting was indeed imitated by the master! I dare to use my eyes as a guarantee. Not to mention anything else, the secret notes left by the master in this painting are enough to prove that this painting is the master's work."

"Well? There are still secret notes left in the paintings imitated by Master Ba?" Mr. Xiao asked curiously.

Mr. Huang nodded and said, "That's right, although Master is good at imitating other paintings, he will leave secret notes in the painting every time he imitates it. This is what my master told me. Look at this place, is the structure between these strokes of strokes the word "Da Qian"?"

When everyone, including Yang Jing, heard this, they all came up and looked at the position where Old Huang pointed. What's wrong with Old Huang reminding him that everyone could see it.

"According to what my master said, in fact, every time his master imitates someone else's paintings, he will leave secret notes in the paintings to show that this is an imitation. Unfortunately, almost everyone does not know this. In addition, his master's imitation is extremely high, and many paintings are even higher than the original ones, so this causes his imitation to be fake and real."

Hearing Mr. Huang’s explanation, Mr. Liu sighed: “The Eighth Master has really achieved the state of “I laugh at others and can’t see through” in Tang Bohu’s poem. It’s amazing, it’s amazing!”

Mr. Huang looked at Yang Jing, and hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiao Yang, I wonder if you are willing to give this painting to me? You can tell me how much it costs. You know, this is the painting of my master, Mr. Daqian. As Mr. Daqian's disciple, I have the responsibility and obligation to collect the original works of Master, his master..."

When Yang Jing heard this, he felt a little embarrassed.

Old Liu, who was standing aside, smiled and said, "You old Huang, the older you are, the thicker your face is! If Xiao Jing took this painting personally, let alone gave it to you, it would be a problem to give it to you. However, this painting was not Xiao Jing, but Xiao Jing's grandfather collected it back then. Because it was identified as a fake, Xiao Jing's grandfather was depressed for a long time. Xiao Jing's grandfather exchanged this painting with a valuable ancestral jade pendant. According to Old Yang, the ancestral jade pendant alone was worth hundreds of thousands in the 1980s!"

Mr. Xiao also said, "Old Huang, why don't you find Xiao Jing's grandfather's ancestral jade pendant back, I promise Xiao Jing's grandfather is willing to exchange this painting for you."

As soon as he said this, Mr. Huang knew that it was impossible to do it, so he could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Yang Jing said sincerely: "Old Huang, please forgive me for being unable to make the decision to give this painting to you."

Old Huang waved his hand helplessly and said, "It's okay, it's the old man, I'm greedy..."

The scene was a bit dull, and Mr. Xiao didn't expect that such a situation would occur if Mr. Huang was called.

However, Yang Jing was not panicked. Compared to the picture of "Dry Trees and Birds" imitated by Mr. Daqian, he had a more heavyweight thing today. As long as this thing is taken out, it will definitely shock the reading glasses of these five old men!

Yang Jing coughed and said, "Four masters, and Mr. Huang. Actually, this painting by Mr. Daqian is not the highlight today. When I went to Jinling some time ago, I collected a painting in Jinling. At that time, the seller said that the painting was painted by Zhao Lingrang from the Song Dynasty, and he swears that his family is a descendant of Zhao Lingrang. But I think there seems to be something tricky in this painting, but I dare not find it myself, so I took the painting together today. Huang Lao is also here, so you will be troubled and help me to see if there is any tricky in this painting?"

Hearing Yang Jing say this, Xiao Lao smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Take it and take it up and take a look. Zhao Lingrang's paintings are rare now."

Yang Jing looked at the room, shook his head and said, "Master, do you have any extra tables here? This table is too short, the painting I have found is too long, and this table cannot be placed."

When he heard this, the eyes of several old men lit up. Before Liu's eldest son Liu Minghan had left, he immediately pulled Yang Jing to carry the table. Fortunately, when the decoration was being decorated, the specifications of the furniture were customized according to a unified style, so in a short while, the two people carried out five tables and got together, which was more than seven meters long.

Liu Minghan wanted to move, but Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "Enough, enough, this length is enough." As he said that, he took out the inconspicuous "Jiangning River Map" from another pocket.

Although the painting has not been opened, several old men nodded in unison when they saw the appearance of the painting. Mr. Xiao even said, "Oh, it's still a silk. Not bad, not bad. Although I haven't seen the painting inside, this painting should be an old painting. It's not fake to make such a heavy sense of history."

Mr. Xiao is the leading expert in ancient calligraphy and painting collection in the Palace Museum and even the entire China. He usually reads many ancient paintings, and whether they are imitations can be judged based on his feelings alone.

This is experience!

This painting is not a fake, but is a real work by Zhao Lingrang of the Northern Song Dynasty. How could it be a imitation? Yang Jing knew this very well.

Putting on white gloves, Yang Jing carefully opened this painting that was almost impossible to withstand the tossing.

The painting is more than six meters long in length and more than thirty centimeters in length. After opening it, the eyes of the five old men were all attracted. Mr. Xiao even put on white gloves and reading glasses. He first stood in the distance and looked at the painting as a whole, and then picked up the magnifying glass and came to him to look at it carefully.

To be honest, the painting was very ordinary. When Yang Jing collected this painting from Zhao Zheng, he already felt it.

At first, he was also puzzled about this matter. Although Zhao Lingrang's reputation was not as great as his cousins ​​Song Huizong Zhao Ji or Zhang Zeduan, he was also one of the most famous masters in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was especially good at painting landscapes, which was also a common thing. The Palace Museum in Moss North also treasured his "Orange, Yellow, Orange, Green Picture", and the Boston Art Museum in the United States also contains his "Qingxia Picture of Lake Village", and his "Autumn and Dawn Picture of Jiangcun" is even collected in the Metropolitan Museum in New York.

However, when Yang Jing used the holy ring to see the tricks in the scroll of "The Great River in Jiangning" by using the holy ring, he fully understood why Zhao Lingrang wanted to draw such a poorly-level painting at that time. This was simply to cover up the scroll of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" hidden in the scroll!

But Yang Jing knew the tricks, others didn't know.

Therefore, Yang Jing brought this scroll over today in order to make the original book "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" hidden in the scroll of Zhang Zeduan was discovered in front of five respected masters...

Sure enough, after seeing the signature and seal of the volume of "Jiangning Dajiangtu", Mr. Huang said in surprise: "Is this volume of painting painted by Zhao Lingrang? Is it unlikely? This volume of painting is not as good as Zhao Lingrang."

Although Mr. Liu and the others are not specializing in calligraphy and painting, they have seen it a lot and nodded in agreement with Mr. Huang’s doubts.

However, doubts are doubts, Mr. Xiao, who is most proficient in ancient calligraphy and painting, has not yet expressed his opinion, and their doubts are just speculations.

After a long time, Mr. Xiao put down the magnifying glass in his hand, took off the reading glasses and said, "That's right, if I read this volume of "The Great River in Jiangning" correctly, it should be the original work of Zhao Lingrang. But I don't know much. With Zhao Lingrang's level, he shouldn't have drawn such a low-level painting!"

Hearing Mr. Xiao say this, Mr. Huang asks in disbelief: "Old Xiao, are you really sure this is the original work of Zhao Lingrang?"
Chapter completed!