Some people speculate that the Taoist priest in the picture is Lu Dongbin, so of course it is not because of the characters in the painting, but very much like Lu Dongbin.

After all, Lu Dongbin was active during the Tang and Song dynasties, and there was no camera at that time. Without real photos comparison, it would be impossible to point to a Taoist priest and say that he was Lu Dongbin.

After all, it is mainly because there are a few lines of text in the painting, which are vague clues of text.

The words on paper may be due to the age of improper storage of calligraphy and painting, so they are somewhat damp. Once the tide is dry, the ink marks naturally melt, and the strokes are a little dizzy and blurred.

Therefore, some of the specific contents of the text cannot be identified.

However, in the place where the signature is signed, the word "心" is relatively clear and clear.

Return, go back and forth, big mouth, small mouth, the word reply.

Most people will definitely not associate so much when they see the word Hui. However, the picture shows Taoist priests and Taoist priests with swords. The painting is also a work from the Song Dynasty, and the signature has the word Hui, which inevitably makes people think of it.

You should know that Lu Dongbin, whose name is Yan, whose courtesy name is Dongbin, and whose pseudonym is Chunyangzi, called himself Huidaoist.

According to legend, he was a Jinshi in the Tang Dynasty and worked as a local official. Because he was tired of the chaos of military and civil wars, he simply abandoned the fame and wealth of the world and entered the deep mountains and forests to practice.

Later, when he practiced successfully, he played in the world. Because he traveled with his sword, helped the weak and the poor everywhere, and helped the strong, he became more and more famous. Later, in order to avoid trouble, he began to wander around the world with a pseudonym.

The name Lu is Shuangkou, and Shuangkou means Hui, so Hui Taoist is one of the pseudonyms he frequently uses.

In the painting, the signature is a reply. Note that this is the signature.

The so-called signature is the signature of the author of the work, which means that the painting was painted by himself.

The author's name is Hui. The character in the picture is another Taoist priest, who is very similar to the legendary image of Lu Dongbin. So some people speculate that this is a self-portrait of Lu Dongbin. It is not uncommon.

Now, Qi Xiang has seen it, perhaps because of preconceived reasons, and he also thinks that this painting is not Lu Zu's self-portrait, the characters in the painting must be Lu Zu.

After all, Lu Zu is a famous immortal sword. Among the Eight Immortals, the sword is his exclusive weapon.

It is said that after he was forty years old, he met the Fire Dragon True Man, learned the Tiandun sword technique, and made the Tongtian Spirit Sword. He then flew thousands of miles away from the sword, eliminated evil spirits, and became the ancestor of the sword immortals.

In addition, as we all know, Lu Zu is good at poetry and often writes poetry. Many poems are circulated.

In his poems, there are many descriptions of swords.

The most famous sentence is... In the eight hundred years since the enlightenment, I have never taken the head of a sword.

It's very contradictory, right? As a famous fairy sword and good at flying swords, he actually claimed that he had never used a sword to kill people...

It sounds nonsense!

However, this is also a fact. Because in some classics, Lu Zu once said that he had three swords, one was to eliminate troubles, two was to eliminate greed and anger, and three was to eliminate.

This is the supreme wisdom sword, specializing in killing the demons in the heart, and it is extremely magical.

Of course, it is difficult to say exactly whether the deeds of gods and immortals are true or false. After all, no matter ancient and modern times, things that are fake can be divided into things, people or things.

Therefore, Qi Xiang carefully examined the drawings and wanted to determine the authenticity.

"Brother, this Song painting is really good."

At the same time, Guan Zhao walked upstairs and said with a smile: "The characters in the painting have very smooth lines. Whether it is the facial features or the texture of the clothes, they are very meticulous and beautiful."

"At one glance, this technique was written by the master."

Guan Zhao smiled and said, "No matter whether he was painted by Lu Dongbin or not, it will not affect its value."

"Before, I heard a master with a high level in the collection of calligraphy and paintings, commenting on the painting himself. He said that this is a plain-scanning work, and it also has four or five points of Li Gonglin's charm."

Guan Zhao sighed: "Think about it, Li Gonglin, who was a famous master of the Song Dynasty and a figure who left his name in history. His high-quality painting skills are among the few in the history of Chinese painting."

"Having half of his skills is enough to illustrate the exquisiteness of this painting."

Care and talk: "For example, unfortunately, the author of the painting has controversy. It is not certain that it is Lu Dongbin's work, and it can only be classified as anonymous."

"However, no matter how anonymous is, it cannot be erased. This is the fact of Song painting."

Guan Zhao smiled and said, "Song paintings, especially those in the Northern Song Dynasty, are very rare, and can be compared with giant pandas. You should know that on the market, there is a saying that one page of Song paper is one or two gold, not to mention that it is a painting from the Song Dynasty. It is probably not too much to say that it is a painting of a thousand gold."

"Boss Guan, Boss Guan, Boss Guan..."

When Manager Bao heard this, he was anxious before Qi Xiang could react. Why did he listen to the meaning of the words, full of bad intentions?

It sounds like it is urging Qi Xiang to take this painting for himself.

That's true... He can't make a decision.

Manager Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly: "Boss Guan, this painting...you know, the things in our club are not sold."

"I know." Guan Jing said lightly: "But, my brother... didn't plan to buy it."

"hehe……"

Manager Bao smiled. This was not a sneer, but a bitter smile. He didn't plan to buy it or pay for it. What was the subtext? It was clearer.

At the right time, Guan Zhao stared at him and said, "Why, you made my brother frightened. Isn't it okay to take a mere painting as a gift for apologizing?"

"This painting is not as simple as...."

Manager Bao complained in his heart that even if it was an anonymous work, it was a Song painting.

Besides, the brushwork of this painting is good and the appearance is relatively perfect. It is considered a small fine product at least. It may be a bit difficult to shoot a small fine Song Dynasty painting of tens of millions. But there is absolutely no problem with seven or eight million.

I gave up millions to someone just to settle this matter...

Is it worth it?

Manager Bao guessed in his mind that he weighed the pros and cons, but had no opinion. There was no way, he was just a worker, and he was still able to show off his power in front of the people below. This did not mean that he was the head of the club and had the power to make decisions.

Not to mention millions, even tens of thousands of dollars, he must report it and wait for approval from his superiors.

"Why!"

So, Manager Bao was very calm and spread his hands and said, "Boss Guan. It's not that I don't give you face. But I still can't make the decision on this matter, so I have to ask the boss..."

"Where is your boss, when will you come back?"

Guan Jing interrupted without hesitation: "Something big happened in the club. He is not going to come and have a look?"

"It's soon, it's soon."

Manager Bao hurriedly said, "The boss said, he will come over immediately, at most half an hour..."

"Let him hurry up."

After taking care of the painting, he rushed back and said, "But to be honest, even if he came, he probably agreed with my idea. After all, this painting is dirty, which will definitely affect its value. Taking a valuable painting and selling me a favor is also considered an apology to my brother. It is a killing two birds with one stone, which is a great deal."

“Not worth it?”

Manager Bao secretly curled his lips, it would be strange if it was not worth it.

You should know that this painting is not broken, but dirty. And the dirty place is not a portrait of the character, but a blank space in the picture. There is no need to worry about anything without ink marks. Just find a master and clean it a little, and it will be restored as before without affecting its value.

It is too far-fetched to take such an excuse as a reason.

Even Qi Xiang felt it was unrealistic and shook her head secretly. But at this time, he also changed his gaze and looked at the dirty traces in the picture.

In the lower left corner of the picture, there is indeed a dirty handprint. The five fingers are clearly distinguished. It is like a claw, neither thick nor light, like a dot of ink on white paper, which is unignorable.

But at first glance, Qi Xiang's eyes narrowed, and there was a little distortion in her eyes.

This handprint seems to be...

Qi Xiang was thinking about something and was about to look carefully when a loud roar suddenly came in.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of shattering is endless and can be heard clearly.

"ah……"

Manager Bao was shocked and looked shocked: "What happened again?"

Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

When he heard the movement, he immediately thought of the chaos just now.

As it turns out, he... guessed it right!

"boom!"

The sound of shock is so close.

Qi Xiang's heart moved, and immediately picked up a volume of pictures, and then walked out quickly.

“…oh, brother, wait.”

After watching the care, I was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but follow.

"Boss Guan, Boss Guan..."

Manager Bao naturally followed behind.

The group came out of the house and walked a few steps before seeing a chaotic scene.

I saw a few figures flying over the hall. When they were shuttled, their feet were light and heavy, and their strength was uneven. Naturally, they stepped on the roof of the hall to pieces and had several holes.

The roof of the hall shattered, and naturally many glass and tiles fell down, smashing the floor.

“Ahhhh…”
To be continued...