God Level Golden Eye

Damn it!

This is really hell!

The two paintings on the table are really exactly the same, without any difference.

If this is the case, there is no problem. One is true and the other is false. Of course, the false one is exactly the same as the real one. The crux of the problem is that the two paintings also emit strong white light, and the abilities cannot go wrong, which means that two The pictures are real!

"what happened?"

"what on earth is this kind of happenings?"

"Could it be that the artist drew two identical paintings?"

Song Yun muttered in a low voice, this situation was a bit weird, and he couldn't figure out what happened.

When a painter paints, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to paint only one of the famous paintings that have been handed down. When the painter paints, how many paintings are finally formed, no one knows, but the painter has a habit , The most satisfactory one was left, and the rest was burned. Even if it was left for some reason, it is usually unfinished or the quality is very different. The two paintings in front of me are exactly the same, which is incredible. .

"Sister Tang, in the history of Chinese calligraphy and painting, is there any painter who has ever passed down two identical paintings? I said that they were painted by the same person at the same level."

Song Yun thought for a long time, still wondering what was going on, so he simply asked Tang Miaomiao.

Tang Miaomiao shook his head. This kind of thing has never been heard before. Even if it does, the painter in front of him is impossible. The historical materials handed down have never recorded this.

"Tang Miaomiao Tang girl?"

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Sheng turned to see Tang Miaomiao.

"Why can't I come? If I don't come today, how can I see a wonderful scene?"

Tang Miaomiao thought of the scene he saw just now. It was a bit funny. This kind of master is always polite in front of others, and quarreling in private is no different from ordinary people.

Zhao Sheng blushed, knowing that he had just quarreled with Mao Peng for Tang Miaomiao to see.

"Humph!"

"Don't talk so much nonsense!"

"Tang girl, you just came here to see which one of these two paintings is the real one. How could Zhu Deyuan win that kind of old man with dim eyes and nothing to see, and even said these two paintings, if not all If it's true, then it's all fake!"

"This is really such a shit!"

"How could there be such a thing?"

Mao Peng was furious. Some time ago, he finally searched for a painting by Ni Zan, a rare ink scroll. This time, he had to run to Zhao Sheng to seduce him. What he didn't expect was that Zhao Sheng would come up with exactly the same. Yes, the two people studied for a long time, and they came to the conclusion that both of them are true. This kind of thing is impossible. So they quarreled. They quarreled for a month and haven’t got a result. They knew this It was useless to quarrel, so I just found some expert appraisers. What I didn’t expect was that the most famous appraisers in the collection world were all undecided. Some said that both of them were real, and some of them were fake. Yes, it's terrible now, and the noise is even worse.

When Mao Peng saw Tang Miaomiao, he remembered that she was an expert in appraisal, and directly grabbed the strong man.

"Old Mao, don't make things difficult for me. Two old gentlemen Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng are the authorities in our circle. If they can't make up their minds, I will be even more helpless!"

Tang Miaomiao will not cause such trouble. In this situation, fools understand that what is wrong is not right. If two paintings are real, Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng will definitely not do it, if they are both fake. Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng also did not do it. If one of the two paintings is true and the other is false, it is even more serious. The sky has to be turned over.

Under this circumstance, one cannot speak easily.

Tang Miaomiao was very shrewd, how could he not clearly see such a situation, and he was reluctant to take the conversation.

"The young people nowadays have all become slick!"

"Nothing at all!"

Mao Peng saw Tang Miaomiao's careful thinking at a glance and cursed.

"I can't see it, doesn't it mean nobody can see it?"

"Isn't someone watching right now?"

"If he can't see it, I can't see it either. It's useless to see it!"

Tang Miaomiao pointed to Song Yun, a fellow Daoist but not a poor Dao, and Song Yun must be pushed out at this time.

"This kid?"

"Is it impossible?"

"Is he better than you?"

Zhao Sheng didn't believe it at all, and looked Song Yun up and down.

"Of course it's better than me! Must be better than me! There are more people in this world than me!"

Tang Miaomiao gave Song Yun a thumbs up. This sentence is true. In terms of antique appraisal, Song Yun is definitely better than himself. There is no way. Who told Song Yun to be good at leaking?

"Compared with this kid, Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng, which one is better?"

Tang Miaomiao really wanted to cast his eyes straight. Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng are old-timers. There is no way to answer this kind of question. Even if Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng are really inferior to Song Yun, there is no way to say no?

Mao Peng clearly dug a big hole for himself. If he really said this, the next time he saw Zhu Deyuan and Xu Desheng, Mao Peng would definitely stoke himself out.

Tang Miaomiao closed his mouth tightly, absolutely not being fooled by Mao Peng.