After all, ginger is still so spicy, but people become shameless when they are old.

Wang Wen and the old man kicked a ball in a mad way and threw the big problem to the little demon.

Wen Zhen stood by the table, staring at the little demon with his eyes as if two sharp knives, and it was possible that cold and cold could come at any time.

The little demon put on gloves and asked someone to hang up the painting, point at the painting, and talked about it.

"Everyone, what kind of painting style, painting skills, materials, and other issues are all basic issues. I just said that, let alone the technology is so advanced now, even in ancient times, it is not complicated to do it. Why is this painting half true and half false? Please read it."

The little demon pointed to the upper part of the painting and said, "This upper part is indeed as Mr. Wen said, with a flying charm. It is not bad that it is the style of Tang Bohu and Tang Jieyuan, but it is good. Everyone, there are two flaws in this painting. Please look at this place."

After saying that, the little demon pointed at the right side of the painting.

In this "Peach Blossom Beauty", on the upper left is the beauty who looks right against the railing and looking at the peach blossoms. The peach tree is so big, with lush branches and leaves and colorful fallen flowers. Some of them have reached outside the wall, surpassing the outside of the painting.

The place where the little monster points is a lush peach blossom with a square edge.

"What's the problem here!" Wen Zhen smiled and said, "The five-petal peach blossoms are the characteristics of Tang Bohu."

"Mr. Wen, this person is old and has a bad look. You haven't looked carefully. Everyone, come and have good eyes, let's see what kind of peach blossoms can grow nails!?"

Um!?

After hearing this, a group of people came over one after another.

Especially Wang Lin, this old man was the most active. He approached him and his eyes almost stuck to the painting.

After Xiao Yao said this, everyone looked carefully and found the problem.

But I saw a finger buried in the lush peach blossoms!

This finger was drawn very small and drowned in the pink peach blossoms. If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t be able to see it!

"Wow! It's true that there is a hidden mystery!"

"This person is actually hidden in this peach tree!"

"It's not a shame that it's Tang Bohu! It's amazing! The love that lies in this peach tree is the lover of this beauty!"

"But why did he stretch out a finger! And he pointed at the bottom!"

...

The people in the room were talking.

"What can a mere finger tell you about the problem? This can only show that Tang Bohu is very clever and draws the beauty's hidden lover with just one finger." Wen Zhen smiled.

"that is."

"Yes, a finger doesn't explain the problem."

...

Looking at these knives, the little demon was happy.

Compared with Wen Zhen and others, the little demon opened his eyes to see this painting, and what he saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw. Most people looked at the flowers, and the little demon saw the breath of the whole painting. The breath of the place was wrong, and even in the subtle, he could see it clearly.

The aging of this finger is not as good as Tang Bohu's strokes in the whole painting. In other words, this finger was added later.

As for who added it, it was naturally the little Taoist priest from Qiyun Mountain back then.

The little demon smiled and said, "Didn't you see where that finger is pointed?"

"Hmm!" Wang Lin looked at him with his finger, holding a pencil, and looked in the direction of the finger, and found that the finger was pointing to a place on the wall.

This place is the light green of half of the fingernail.

"Is this just a piece of moss?" Wen Zhen said.

"Yes, yes. The south of the Yangtze River is rainy and wet, and there is moss on the wall, which is very ordinary." Wang Lin nodded.

The little demon shook his head and said, "Mr. Wang, you have a very good look, but you look carefully at the inside of the moss!"

"Inside!" Wang Lin clanged up with his butt and looked for a while, then suddenly jumped up: "My God! There are actually words in it!"

"The word "A"?" Everyone didn't believe it and squeezed in.

How could this moss the size of a fingernail have words? If there are words, how small would it be!

Wen Zhen didn't believe it, so he squeezed over and looked at it, and found that there were indeed words. Although it was very small, it was vaguely.

"Get a high-power magnifying glass!" Xiao Yao waved.

Someone outside had already brought a high-power magnifying glass and placed it on the moss and under the light, everyone was stunned.

But under the magnifying glass, two lines of small words appeared: "The ancestor's hard work is here. He kowtowed in emptiness. March 18, 17th year of Chongzhen."

In the room, there was no sound.

Even that Wen Zhen was stunned!

Impossible! How is it possible!

Wen Zhen only felt a buzzing sound in his head.

But I heard the little demon smile and said, "Everyone knows that Tang Bohu, Tang Xie Yuan, was born and died in the Jiajing period during the Chenghua period. How could he write down the signature of the Chongzhen period? "

"It turned out to be fake!" A sigh in the room.

Wen Zhen's face was covered in pig's liver and said coldly: "What's so strange about the two lines of characters? It was clearly because later generations added two strokes to this painting! This painting is still true!"

Although Wen Zhen’s words are a bit lacking in confidence, they make sense.

The little demon nodded and said, "Mr. Wen's words are reasonable, haha, then I will make you give up completely."

After saying that, the little demon looked at the painting and said, "I have said just now that this painting is half true and half false. The upper part is indeed the original work of Tang Bohu, but the lower part is haha, that is a true fake!"

"Impossible! This is clearly Tang Bohu's handwriting!" Wen Zhen slapped the table.

Xiao Yao shook his head: "If you draw the technique yourself, it will naturally not be exactly the same, but if you copy it one by one based on the original painting, it will be vivid! Anyone who wrote calligraphy and calligraphy when he was a child knows this principle."

The little demon took out Baipi from his trouser legs, and took the dagger and was about to attack the ancient painting. Wen Zhen grabbed it.

"You are crazy!?Dare you going to do something on the painting!?" Wen Zhen roared.

A group of people rushed forward: "Yes! You are destroying ancient paintings!"

"Can you bear this responsibility??"

"Where is the identification??"

Of course, everyone refused to agree.

Director Dong nodded repeatedly and said, "Little Demon, this painting cannot be destroyed! On the one hand, it is a cultural relic, and on the other hand, it is also very important to other things, this is evidence."

The little demon smiled and said, "If it is true, it is naturally a cultural relic, but if it is false, it's nothing. If you don't want me to do it, then I can't reveal this true face!"

"This..." Director Dong was embarrassed.

"Isn't it just a painting? Do it!" Geng Erpao slapped the table: "Innocence is the most important! Everyone!"

In one sentence, many people are awakened.

Wang Lin, who was originally fascinated, understood it now and immediately changed 180 degrees: "Yes! Innocence is the most important thing! I support it, take action!"

"Take it!" Vice Governor Zhao smiled coldly: "If this painting is true, who can bear the charge of destroying cultural relics? This is enough to go to jail!"

"Little Demon..." Zhang Yunfei looked at the little demon and said, "Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it!" Xiao Yao smiled and said, "If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears. These people will not believe it if you don't see the truth. Director Dong, if this painting is true, I'm willing to go to jail, but you have also said that this painting is very important to other things. I don't think you will allow this matter to never be clear."

Director Dong frowned, thought for a while, and slapped his thigh: "You can do it!"

"Okay!" The little demon smiled and pinched the Baipi, and the sharp blade pierced into the painting.

Oh hee!

There was a sigh in the room.

The little demon bent down, his fingers moved, very informed, meticulous.

Baipi is extremely thin and sharp, and it is not big at the time, so it makes a gap in the painting.

The little demon pinched the gap and pulled it hard with one hand - it was tearing it!!!

The lower part of the painting was completely torn off by the little demon.

"My mother!"

"It's so wasteful!"

"This is total destruction!"

There was a burst of screams in the room.

"You see clearly!" When the little demon held the lower half of the painting in his hand and was lit under the light, everyone's eyes fell all over the floor!

But I saw that the thing in Xiao Yao’s hand was not what paper was, but something similar to plastic film in later generations, completely transparent!

"Everyone, please see clearly!? Hehe." Xiao Yao smiled: "Mr. Wen, tell me, what is this?"

Wen Zhen was shocked at this moment.

"This paper appeared in the late Ming Dynasty and was called cellophane. It is extremely precious and rare. It is often used for the covering and mounting of ancient paintings. This kind of paper is not only invisible on the painting, but also can block moisture and stolen goods, and is easy to preserve the painting." Wang Wenhe next to him added.
To be continued...