Zhou Tian smiled slightly and looked at Michiko with a strange face.

"What am I going to do? We should ask you what you are going to do? We took the fakes of our national painting saint who claimed to be a national treasure to participate in such an important calligraphy and painting festival, and kept saying that there is no one in China! What are you going to do?" Zhou Tian said the more he said, his face became colder.

"That's right!" Song Changqing also stood up at this time, "We held an international calligraphy and painting exhibition, aiming to communicate and learn from each other in art, but you keep making unreasonable provocations. What do you want to do?"

"There is no limit to empty words! You said mine is a fake, please come up with evidence!" Michiko was a little overwhelmed now. If Imura is not here, she, a woman, can't hold on to the ground.

"Evidence?" Song Baiyi smiled indifferently. Now he really admired Zhou Tian in his heart. He really didn't know how he did it. "Master Liao and so many masters are here. If their words cannot be used as evidence, you can also judge for yourself! Of course, you can also not believe it!"

After Song Baiyi finished speaking, she walked to Michiko, "Although this work is quite vivid and skillful, it is still a little different from the real manuscript of the Painting Saint! First of all, it is the lines! Although the lines are also smooth, it is not really painted directly on paper. You can see the difference between these two paintings by yourself! And!" Song Baiyi changed his voice, "The inscription on it is still a seal. We can find someone to identify it specifically. I think no matter how skilled the person who made this fake was at that time, the difference between it and the original manuscript of the Painting Saint was still very big! However, as both from the Tang Dynasty, this imitation is also good! It is also worth collecting!"

Song Baiyi did not directly say what the difference was, but simply explained the big difference. Michiko's face was unstable. She took a magnifying glass in her hand and looked at the two paintings.

A few minutes later, her face turned pale, "How could this happen!"

Zhou Tian stood by and kept watching, but in fact he was a little nervous. He didn't know what the effect of repairing his original power was. After all, the fake one was fake!

But his extreme calmness in front of Song Baiyi made Song Baiyi feel inexplicably at ease, but he didn't know what methods Zhou Tian used.

In fact, Zhou Tian only injected the earliest precious copy into the power of the original, and absorbed all the power of the original in the original works Michiko brought into his body.

Another skill was used to destroy the inscriptions and seals on it.

It sounds simple, but it is actually really difficult. Even Zhou Tian himself is a little unsure.

But now it seems that the effect is good!

It turned out that the painting had lost its spirituality, but the painting Zhou Tian made people feel extremely lively.

At this moment, almost everyone squeezed into the portrait that Zhou Tian brought up, and they were so excited that they didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Song Baiyi knew that she could stop at the right time. She smiled slightly and walked back to Zhou Tian to stand still.

"What should I do next?" Song Baiyi asked softly.

"What else can I do? Just hand it over!" Zhou Tian said.

"But that's not true!"

"Isn't it true now?"

"Where was discovered?"

"Won't!"

"This is my first time lying!"

"There is a second time when there is a first time!"

“…”

Song Baiyi felt that after meeting Zhou Tian, ​​she had become a little different. When she looked at Tao Xiaoshu, she looked at the fun and said something to Tao Xiaoshi.

He had no choice but to sigh lightly, keeping a smile at the scene that is now somewhat chaotic.

The news that broke out in the afternoon was enough to shock the world, but Chihiro Izumi who was in the hospital had not yet received any news.

After being sent to the hospital, the doctor underwent a comprehensive examination and found that the old man from Country J was in good health, except for a little bit of liver fire. So he told me to pay more attention to rest when he went back, and he would be fine if he had a light diet.

Sitting in the car, Jingcun was unwilling to accept it. Seeing that the morning exchange was not over, I asked someone to take him back to the exhibition hall.

As soon as Imura Chien saw the masters surrounded in excitement, and Michiko was also standing inside, thinking that it must have caused a sensation.

He walked inside with a proud and proud expression on his face.

However, the more he walked, the more strange Imura Qian felt, why did everyone who saw him look so strange?

When he was about to get to the front, Michiko had already seen him, and a rare excitement appeared on her face, and Chihiro Imura didn't think much about it.

"Michiko, are they all shocked by the paintings we brought?" Chien Asked Inmura.

Michiko looked complicated in front of Chihiro Inumura and bowed deeply to him, "Sorry, Master Inumura, this time, we lost!"

"What did you say?" Chihiro Imura was stunned for a moment.

"I said, this time, we lost!" Michiko repeated again.

"Tell me clearly, how could we lose?" Chihiro Imura was furious, even more angry than Zhou Tian beat his grandson.

After Michiko only said that they took out the original works, Chihiro Imura could no longer help but spread the crowd and came to the two portraits.

He stared at the two paintings tightly. Shen Ruo was crazy and suddenly shouted loudly: "Liar! Liar!"

Only then did everyone realize that Chihiro Izumi was back. Before he could even say hello to him or not, he was frightened by his actions.

"Master Jingcun! What's wrong with you?" someone stepped forward and asked.

"Scammer!" Chihiro Imura continued to shout, pointing at Zhou Tian's painting and asked loudly: "Who took it out? It was obviously fake, how could it be real! What we brought was obviously authentic! It was brought out from the palace by my ancestors himself! How could it be fake?"

"Oh!" The Tao Xiaoshu brothers and two suddenly realized together.

"You! You!" Chihiro Imura was still furious, "You are a lowly nation! You like to use despicable means to turn black and white!"

"Master Jingcun!" Song Changqing suddenly shouted loudly, "Please pay attention to the words! This is the country of China, and you cannot tolerate such disrespect!"

When those foreign masters heard Chien Imura’s remarks, they couldn’t help but shake their heads.

"Disrespect? So what? Can you tell me the origin of this painting? I can use the lives of everyone in my Jingcun family as a guarantee. Our ancestors did bring it back to China from the palace of your country! What about you? Everyone in the world knows that your country of China also admits that the manuscript has been lost long ago. How could it be so coincidental that it emerged today?"

The behavior of Qian Jingmura jumping is not as good as a master! It is like an old lady jumping her feet in anger!

"At that time, your ancestors snatched countless national treasures from our country. You should have returned them long ago. Now, they are so arrogant that they take them out as your own things to participate in such an important international calligraphy and painting festival. We have always treated them with courtesy, but from the very beginning, you have been intentionally targeting us. Not only do you disrespect our country, but also disrespect the masters who come to participate in the calligraphy and painting festival, and also insulted your name as a great master!"

Song Changqing's eloquence is really not a big deal. He suppressed Jingcun Qian's arrogance in just a few words, and even some well-known foreign artists could not bear it.

"I didn't expect that all artists in Country J have such character!"

"We also brought Buddha bone relics and planned to return them to China after the exhibition. He would say such words, which is simply a shame to our art world!" A man from Y said in a difficult Chinese dialect.

"Indeed, I don't know how much of their own works are their own!"

"You..." Jingcun was really angry this time, "Where did this come from? You can tell me clearly!" He simply turned around and continued to pester the topic.

"I brought it!" Zhou Tian suddenly said.

"You? It's you again!" Imura Qian's eyes showed a cunning murderous intent, and he looked at Zhou Tian tightly.

But Zhou Tian was not affected at all, "So? Do you have any objections?"

"Haha..." Suddenly, Chihiro Imura burst into laughter and put away his murderous intent. This was surprising.

Liu Shun, not far away, looked at him with a squinted eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Smile, it's really funny! It's not true or false!" Zhou Tian said lightly, looking back at Tao Xiaoshu and Song Baiyi, shrugging his shoulders, "Anyway, we're all used to it!"

"Haha..." Now, people who know the culture of J also laughed.

Jincun Qian put away his smile and looked at Zhou Tian unkindly, "Chinese culture is profound, but I know you have said since ancient times that there is a saying that people are not as good as dogs at home! That is..." A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "That is the son-in-law who comes to the door, which is what you commonly call the back-end! And your identity is such a poor back-end! How are you qualified to come to such an occasion?"

Many of the people present changed their expressions. Imura Qian was furious and jumped over the wall? Did he start a personal attack?

Those who knew Zhou Tian present felt a little embarrassed by what Chihiro said. Zhou Tian can be said to be a sensible figure in Kyoto in the past year, but few people know his identity. Even though rumors that had been circulating for a while ago, no one gradually believed it. Unexpectedly, Chihiro, who had just come to China for a few days, actually learned Zhou Tian so in detail!

Liao Jiang was a little worried about Zhou Tian. He was about to step forward, but Liu Shun grabbed him and shook his head. The two of them looked at each other and chose to wait and see!

Song Changqing was really angry. A good calligraphy and painting festival would make such a guy disturb him. Even if it continues, it will inevitably affect a lot of mood and quality.

"Mr. Imura, I have warned your country before. Please pay attention to your words. What you represent is Country J. If this continues, can I understand that this is your Country J's provocation against our China? We don't mind protesting at the diplomatic level!" Song Changqing said seriously, and then said to someone next to him: "Please record the entire process completely and report to the above immediately!"

No one expected that the gentle and gentle President Song suddenly turned against him and did not give J country any chance to oppose him.

Now Qian Jingcun had completely ignored these things and looked at Zhou Tian a little crazy, "Am I wrong? Your identity is not that kind of lowly identity at all?"

Zhou Tian's eyes were filled with coldness, and he suddenly laughed, "Master Jingcun is so funny! Does my identity have anything to do with you? You really know a lot about me! But, even if you are very knowledgeable about my Chinese culture? How much do you know about the same kind of etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame?"

Tao Xiaoshu said with a chance: "That's right, what's wrong with the son-in-law when he comes to the door? Eat your rice and drink your water? Or did he climb your window and smash your pot? Win or lose. The most important thing is that you can afford to lose. If you can't afford to lose, you will be anxious to jump over the wall. Do you still have your old face?"

Tao Xiaoshu said this quickly and with the unique charm of Kyoto. Those who could understand couldn't help but burst out laughing, and those who didn't understand asked the people next to him.

As a result, those present looked at Chihiro Imura with a strange expression.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths! You won't cry until you see the coffin! Take another painting of us! I want to see if you can still take out one that is exactly the same!" Imura Qian shouted loudly.

His assistant quickly discussed with the staff next to him, jogged inside, and brought the exhibition "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's lecture on the appearance of sentient beings".

Zhou Tian had to admit that this Jingcun Qian was not completely brainless. At least, he could not take out another painting.

After a while, a few people came back. Today's exchange seemed to be unable to continue. Everyone was watching the contest between Qian Mian and Zhou Tian.
Chapter completed!