"What a good word." 6 Yuan sighed, looked at Mu Xiu, and asked, "Mu Xiu, this should be an antique shop. What are you doing here?"

"The word on the wall is very good." Mu Xiu pointed to the word hanging above the lobby of the store.

6 Yuan looked over and saw it very clearly, so he stepped in and Mu Xiu followed closely behind.

When you step into the door railing, you will know that there is a different world. The house is covered with blue bricks, red pillars, hollow carved windows. There is a large rosewood table under the window, with four treasures of the study and various pen holders.

Mu Xiu was in a moment of trance. History existed, but where was she? Are there many people like her who were reborn or traveling through time in the world walking under this sky. She, who was not afraid of ghosts and gods, began to believe after experiencing rebirth that there must be God's will in the dark, otherwise how could she experience such a magical thing?

Mu Xiu was thinking, but was suddenly interrupted by a strange voice.

"Do you two, do you want to read calligraphy and painting?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded, low and strong, and magnetic.

Mu Xiu looked up at the owner of the voice and saw a man in his early forties, wearing a dark blue robe. He blended with the surrounding environment, just like a man who came out of ancient times.

"The word on the wall is well written, and I was fascinated by it and walked in." 6 Yuan's tone was faint, without any stage fright.

"I am the shopkeeper of this store. Just call me Shopper Yue." Shopper Yue turned to the wall and pointed to the regular script and introduced: "This is a copied font, which is the work of Ouyang Xun, one of the four great masters of the early Tang Dynasty. This fake is very realistic, so I put it in and hung it on the wall."

"Does Ouyang Xun have few works?" Mu Xiu asked from the side. She knew nothing about calligraphy and painting.

"He has many works circulated in the world, but..." Manager Yue sighed and continued: "A few years ago, a lot of them were artificially destroyed."

Mu Xiu and 6's original faces suddenly felt aware, and they naturally understood why they were artificially destroyed.

"If the drawing paper is damaged, will it have no collection value?" Mu Xiu asked.

"It depends on how you look at it. If you like it very much, even if you leave only scattered paper words, it will be like a treasure. Moreover, you can also calculate what you have born in that year based on the words on the paper. Perhaps the economic value is not high, but it has extraordinary significance for exploring history." Boss Yue said slowly.

"Boss Yue, I have a few calligraphy and paintings here. Can you help me see?" Mu Xiu explained his purpose this time.

"Okay, come here, please come inside." Boss Yue saw 6 Yuan and Mu Xiu's clothes and temperament, and knew that he was not an ordinary boy or girl. He was not surprised at all when he heard them take out something to identify them.

Under the leadership of Boss Yue, the three of them walked into the back of the screen, and a table of Eight Immortals was placed there, with several chairs next to it.

Mu Xiu took off the backpack, took out three rolls of rolls from it, and handed them to Boss Yue.

Boss Yue did not take it directly with his hands, but took out the towel first, wiped his hands carefully, and then took it.

Mu Xiu was ashamed, and Boss Yue's actions made her look too rough.

Boss Yue put three calligraphy and paintings on the table, opened one of them first, swept his eyes over the signature and seal, and his whole body was shocked, and his face showed an incredible look. He fell out of his composure and looked carefully.

As he looked at Boss Yue, he suddenly stood up, walked to the cabinet next to him, took out his glasses and magnifying glass, and came to the table again, and looked at it word by word compared to just now.

Mu Xiu and 6 Yuan stood beside him and looked at Boss Yue for a long time. Finally, Boss Yue straightened up and sighed: "This calligraphy and painting is a fake, but it is also a rare ancient monument. According to my experience, this was imitated by people from the Yuan Dynasty."

Boss Yue said, pointing to the letter and said, "The name of this copybook is "Zhang Hantiao". The font is slender, the brushwork is strong, the style is steep, and the spirit is exposed. Song Weizong once commented that this copybook is "risky and powerful, fierce and powerful." This copywriter is also a master. He just hesitated on these two characters and ended with light strokes, so the ink dots left behind in the tip of the pen. This is difficult to see from the front of the copybook, but it can be seen from the back. It is a pity. If this person does not copy and fake, and practices hard, he may become one of the masters of calligraphy."

After saying that, Boss Yue sighed and shook his head.

"What about the other two pairs?" Mu Xiu didn't know much about these, so she couldn't understand the heartache of Boss Yue. She only cared about whether these were genuine products.

Boss Yue opened the other two pairs, and this time he only glanced at it, and said, "You can see at a glance that these two pairs of fakes are all fakes."

Although Mu Xiu had been mentally prepared for a long time, she was still a little disappointed when she heard it was fake. She laughed at herself in her heart. How could she just pick up a few calligraphy and paintings from the garbage recycling bin and think it was real? It was because she was thinking too much.

"Boss Yue, if these are all genuine products, how much is it worth?" 6 Yuan suddenly asked.

"It's hard to say. If the copybook is real, such damage will also reduce the value. In the past two years, someone sold a genuine Ouyang Xun's work and was taken away by a foreigner. It was preserved very well and was given 100,000 yuan." Boss Yue thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

Even though the 6th original family was rich, I took a deep breath when I heard the 100,000 yuan.

"Fortunately, it's not true, otherwise I'll be worried now. This is hundreds of thousands of yuan." Mu Xiu said with a smile, then put the copybook in his schoolbag.

"Girl, this copying work is rare. I don't know if it can be sold to me." Boss Yue likes Ouyang Xun's calligraphy very much, otherwise he would not have studied it deeply.

Mu Xiu felt that it was really useless to keep it in his hands. It would be better to give it to the person he liked and sell it for some money. He was about to agree, but unexpectedly, the voice of 6 Yuan sounded.

"Sorry, since it's fake, don't show up on the market again. Like Boss Yue, we can just hang it at home."

"Little comrade, don't worry, I will never sell the fake ones as real. I really like it, otherwise I will pay 200 yuan." Boss Yue ignored it after being rejected and continued.

"We are not worried about this, but there is an elder at home who also likes to copy it. This fake is just for gifts, and even if it is dirty or broken, it won't feel bad." 6 Yuan did not let go.
Chapter completed!