Still, a dead wood shaped like an antlers, a strange stone shape like a snail, and the strange stone stretches out the star dot and the bamboo.

In addition, in addition to this brush painting, there is also a calligraphy of calligraphy with a pen next to Michard: Forty, who is the cloud, you do n’t make clothes for three years; In the evening, why not know that I am thin;

The moment this painting was unveiled by Ye Fan, everyone only felt that the entire exhibition hall was bright.

As if the dusty pearl, when the dust is scattered, the glory returns to the world !!!

"This ~ this ~"

"This ... In this painting, there are still paintings?"

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Before Ye Fan's snoring and ridicule, it stopped abruptly.

As for Yang He himself, it seems that if he was split in place, the whole person stayed there, as if a wooden chicken. His eyes were open, and he stared at the painting in front of him.

Su Qian was also in place, and Qiu Mucheng's surprised jade hand covered the red lips.

Han Shaojie and Shen Fei were even more embarrassed, and the eyes were unbelievable.

Who would have thought that under the rough and rough painting, there was still such a mystery hidden?

Is this painting really ... drawing by Su Dongpo?

"But how is this possible?"

"Is it really auctioned?"

"Did Su Dongpo draw two paintings that year, or that, the painting that Christie had had auction before was ... fake? !!"

The crowd has exploded, and everyone, you speak me a word, and talk about it.

When Gulongen saw this painting, he was no longer calm.

The old face trembled, his pupils were shrinking, and he quickly looked at the magnifying glass.

"Mr. Xiao ... Xiao, let me see."

"In this life, if I can appreciate Mr. Dongpo's handed down, it is death, there is no regret ~"

Gulongen was almost crazy. Ye Fan didn't call him, and he ran up immediately.

Especially when I saw this painting in front of my eyes, Gulongen's eyes were shining. That way, it seemed to see a naked peerless beauty in his bed.

In terms of old artists such as Gulongen, there is nothing that can be happier than admiring a pair of treasures.

And if this "Wood Monster Map" is true, it will undoubtedly be a major event that sensation in the national art collection world!

The entire exhibition hall is quiet, everyone stands in a piece, watching.

The old man wanted to appreciate the peerless beauty. He looked at the painting in front of him with excitement.

While watching, his palm was shaking, and he was excited and sighed, almost old tears: "Dead wood is like antlers, strange stones are like snails. The pen looks like a sparse grass and does not look like. The deep brush skills are really my Gulongen's life. "

"There are also those brush characters next to it, the dragon and snake, and the back of the characters, it must be a calligraphy."

"This masterpiece is the luck of China, and it is the luck of my Chinese culture."

"My Gulongen has been mixed with the collection world for 50 years, and there are countless rewards. The value of this painting is not the first, it is the top three!"

"Mr. Xiao, as you said, from the artistic value of this painting alone, it is really true!"

"It's my Gulongen's eyes, no treasure, I don't know the treasure, I make a joke, and let the little gentleman laugh."

"If Mr. Xiao is not disliked, after this today, I would like to abandon the opinions of the elder and young, Mr. Zun Xiao as a teacher !!"

What?

The words of Gulongen were once again like a thunderbolt, and in the hearts of everyone, setting off a horrible wave!
Chapter completed!