Wu Di suddenly remembered the strange thing that happened when he just got the Tianshi Sword and returned to the hotel. No wonder he felt a strange airflow when he took the Tianshi Sword to see the oil painting. It turned out that he didn't feel that something was wrong, but that the two things had already been fought at that time! Now it seems that the weirdness in the painting has been killed by the Tianshi Sword, and it is still the things of the ancestors who are powerful!

He looked at the two old faces carefully, rosy and healthy, and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt scared. If he had not bought the Tianshi Sword by chance, he would have been afraid that something had happened to the two old men now! You have to be careful in doing things in the future. Old children, old children, and elderly people are sometimes like children, and their curiosity will be strong and uncontrollable!

However, was the flow of the blue air flow in his body in the Tianshi sword helping him eliminate that terrible curse?

"Why are you in a daze? Boy, your master asked you what's weird about that sword. He pointed at you and helped him breathe! Hahahaha!"

Old Master Yang gently pushed Wu Di, his tone full of jokes.

Wu Di put aside his worries and replied:

"This sword is said to be the magic sword of the first generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling. If this is true, it is not surprising that there is anything strange about it."

Now even Mr. Chang sneered at it. The peach wood sword that has been left for more than two thousand years is still a big question whether a thousand years of can be preserved!

Wu Di knew that this matter was hard to explain and stopped entangling, so he asked his master to take out the "Sunflower" he had revealed. He hadn't seen this magical thing with his own eyes!

After more than half a month, the owner of this painting finally saw the true appearance of the work with his eyes for the first time.

"The name of the painting is "Wind", and it can be translated into "Flower of Death". This is the name given by Van Gogh in his message. He wrote in the message that when he finished the painting, he felt a huge threat of death from the picture. He wanted to destroy it but couldn't bear it, so he prepared to apply a layer of film to cover the picture. Unexpectedly, he committed suicide in a daze two days later."

Mr. Chang sighed a little. Even if his master is not mentally normal, who can think of the most direct cause of death because of this painting?

Wu Di gently touched the picture and saw the prompts of the Heavenly Book. Sure enough, there was no problem with the painting, because the level of the Heavenly Book's prompts painting has been reduced from "brilliant" to "authentic"! He breathed a sigh of relief, and this painting can finally be released publicly!

With Van Gogh's message, it is enough to prove that this painting has a great connection with his death. I wonder how crazy it would be if Western collectors knew the news? Wu Di was sure of one thing, that is, if this painting was taken, it would definitely leave the record of the oil painting auction, Picasso's "Pipe Boy" worth more than one billion US dollars behind him!

The Tianshi Sword taken out was not changed at all, and it still looked like a small black sword, lying quietly there. Wu Di did not intend to study it carefully in front of the two old people. He also prepared a lot of surprises for the master!

"This is Lin Zexu's couplet, this is a statue of Guanyin carved in ivory, this is a plastic glass bottle on the plate..."

"etc!"

Old Chang suddenly stopped Wu Di who was offering treasures, took the glass bottle and looked at it carefully, his eyes full of doubt.

"What's wrong? Master?"

"What do you think this bottle looks like?"

"What do you think? I remember it should be very similar to the plastic glass bottle with thin neck on the plate in Famen Temple. It wasn't it made together, right?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. Do you know that a scandal broke out in the collection industry some time ago. The glass bottle in Famen Temple was transferred to a fake one at some time!"

Wu Di's mouth was so open that he could swallow a steamed bun. He pointed to the glass bottle on the table and stuttered:

"You always say that this one is the stolen authentic product?"

"Haha, I think it's almost done!"

Wu Di took a breath and asked:

"Wouldn't that mean I'm going to give it back to them?"

"How is it that easy? Even the things of our ancestors cannot be kept. What qualifications are there to own this treasure? Xiao Li, contacted the relevant departments and asked the people from Famen Temple to bring information to identify the authenticity. As for whether they can return it, tell them not to think about it!"

Wu Di looked at his master with a smile. This fat old man is so cute when he is powerful and doesn't even pay back this thing. Then, in the future, Mr. Shen will ask for kesi, so he can simply push it to the master!

When he saw the bush-tower bricks, Mr. Yang smiled and said:

"This one is similar to the one in the Forbidden City. I said Xiaowu, why are you just getting back with controversial things? Or are you just a troublemaker?"

The troublemaker? Wu Di remembered that he went to Chuncheng, got into the bureau once, and in Ruili, he entered the bureau again. Florence cheated someone else, and even went into a bar in the capital, but he even fought. He was just a real troublemaker!

When Mr. Chang saw the Great Prajna Jackfruit Sutra engraved and printed by Zifu, he couldn't help but feel moved and slapped his palm on the table.

"Okay! This Buddhist scripture is definitely an isolated product! The research value is immeasurable! I can't say that someone will ask me to borrow a book again!"

As long as things are not stolen, and whether to borrow or not to study, Wu Di doesn't care. He just thinks of the porcelain board paintings and masterpieces he contributed. It hurts a little. He was not yet in the industry and was ignorant and could not keep masterpieces. Should the porcelain board paintings be kept?

When the blank period Doucai flower butterfly pattern lid jar was taken out, even Lao Yang stood up.

"Xiao Wu, you have something to take out at once. My heart is a little unbearable if you do this!"

Wu Di quickly took out the bronze mirror and "Plum Blossom Picture" and said:

"there is none left."

Mr. Yang picked up the small package and opened it while saying:

"What are you buying this stuff in piles?"

Mr. Chang picked up the kesi and slowly opened it.

The two old people made a chilling sound almost at the same time. Old Yang picked it up and looked at it, and said in surprise:

"All these are true?"

"Of course, look, there are still secrets here!"

"Empress Dowager Zhenyi! Concubine Rong! Oh my God, this kind of mirror can actually have nine sides!"

Old Yang stood up excitedly again with two mirrors!

Mr. Chang looked up and smiled bitterly:

"What are those? Come and take a look at this! I guess if Old Han saw it, a heart attack would happen again!"

"Damn it! "Plum, Bamboo, Cold Bird Picture"! Did you steal the Forbidden City?"

Old Yang only took a look and couldn't help but swear!

Wu Di smiled and signaled to look again. Old Yang murmured:

"Is it the one imitated after the founding of the People's Republic of China? No, that one is in the Zhejiang Provincial Museum?"

"Not that, this work is incorrect, it's a lot less, but it's until Qianlong. And the silk used doesn't look like a modern thing. It should be a copy of the Qing Dynasty. I probably won't be able to escape from the third dynasty of Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong."

Wu Di was secretly shocked. Master is the real skill, and he can determine the era at a glance.

"The seals on this are all real. Someone deliberately imitated them to please Qianlong. After Jin presented them, Qianlong got the seal!"

Mr. Chang looked at it for a moment and told the truth in one sentence! Wu Di was so impressed that he couldn't see these problems even if he cheated on the heavenly book, and the master restored the origin of history with just one pair of eyes! Jiang is still old!

Wu Di told the origin of kesi, and the two elders saw the secret notation of the word "Sun" on the tree scar and sighed:

"The ancients' strange skills and lewd skills are really incredible! There are still many techniques that cannot be copied now."

Mr. Yang is concerned about another side.

"The old pig in Shanghai was defeated in front of your apprentice. Let's see if he has the same face as he has to come to Beijing at the end of the year!"

"Is Mr. Zhu coming to the capital?"

"Every two years later, there will be a private treasure exchange meeting in the capital. In previous years, you will take your senior brother and second brother to attend. Although you didn't lose anyone, you didn't give a lot of money. This year, you will be allowed to attend and shake those old guys! Hahahaha!"

Old Yang looked at the kesi on the table, then looked at Wu Di taking out big cardboard boxes of treasures, and pondered:

"Xiao Wu, let's discuss something. Why don't you go to Europe every month in the future? Barcelona's antique market is more famous, and there is an antique salon every month! There are also many good things in the second-hand market on the last Sunday of each month in Milan. Someone once bought some Song-carved Jin Books there!"

Wu Di was a little confused. The gains this time were indeed a bit incredible, but it seemed that he would not have sent himself to the "barbarian land"?

Unexpectedly, after hearing Mr. Yang's words, Mr. Chang nodded seriously and said:

"I think this idea is good, hehe, go there once a month, and at your speed, you will probably search all the good things in their hands in a few years!"

“…”

Wu Di left, with the peach wood sword. He still had to study and study when he went back. What was going on here? Is it another world? Or super energy? Are the legends of ghosts and monsters in the past true? And what exactly is hidden in "Sunflower"? I don't know if the curse on his body has been cleared?
Chapter completed!