Next, the most common square tripod in bronze ware appeared, but the size was a bit scary, the tripod was one meter away! After Mu Xiaoyang, who was holding treasure, introduced the origin, everyone was in an uproar! This tripod was actually picked up in a ruined temple on a barren mountain!

One day, Mu Xiaoyang and his friends made an appointment to climb the mountain. When it was raining heavily, several people crashed into a broken temple like headless flies and found the tripod in the grass pit under a collapsed wall.

Wu Di was stunned when he heard this, but looking at the appearance of the tripod, it did not look like a cheat, but its origin would definitely not be like the treasure holder said. This guy is here to challenge everyone's IQ! Sure enough, Wu Di saw from afar the ten judges on the rostrum all looked strange, but they didn't seem angry, and couldn't help but feel strange.

Wang Yuwan poked Yan Ju,

"Your old man is intimate with his master. Do you know how this cauldron came from? If this cauldron is true, it is definitely a national first-class cultural relic. If it is sold privately, it will be a death-death!"

Yan Ju smiled bitterly:

"Brother Wang, don't believe it. This tripod is really what it is! I was there at that time. It was raining heavily that day. We were afraid that we would encounter mudslides, so we ran all the way up the mountain, and we were wet all over to find a broken temple. The golden body in the temple turned into a pool of mud, and only half of the houses were left to shelter from the rain. Later, Brother Xiaoyang was really anxious and rushed outside the temple in the rain. As a result, he accidentally fell into a grass pit. He fell into this tripod and sprained his ankle! Later, he kept watching. We went to the foot of the mountain to invite fellow villagers to carry them down the mountain together with the tripod!"

"Damn! I'll go climbing the mountain tomorrow! Grandma, let alone picking up a cauldron, just picking up something!"

Zeng Chengjie next to him couldn't help but laughed. Wang Yuwan scratched his head and asked:

"Is it funny?"

"No, you ask Brother Yan to take a photo. Mu Xiaoyang, Brother Yan and others were sitting in the cauldron waiting when they went down the mountain to find someone. As a result, everyone came up and saw... Hahahaha!"

After Mu Xiaoyang finished speaking, Mr. Han stood up and added the origin of the tripod. According to research, the dilapidated temple should have been built by a wealthy family who went to the mountains to avoid disaster in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The big tripod obtained by Mu Xiaoyang is indeed the authentic product of the Shang Dynasty!

Wu Di always thought he was lucky, but at least his things were bought with real money. But this guy, hundreds of kilograms of priceless Shang Ding, was poured out with a soaked urine! This is what he called real luck!

As soon as the big tripod came out, everyone felt that there was no resistance, and the remaining treasure holders were all indifferent. A middle-aged man holding a colorful dragon-patterned flower vase in the Ming Wanli Wanli was even more unsuccessful.

"I originally thought this Wanli flower vase could win the championship, but I didn't expect Brother Xiaoyang to sacrifice such a magical weapon! When the Shang Ding was released, who would compete with him? Baby, I'm sorry for you. This loss is really a crime of right and wrong!"

The fourteen treasures were displayed in a hurry, and it was less than four o'clock. The main reason was that the big tripod appeared too early, killing the remaining suspense. At this time, Wu Di stood up and walked towards the rostrum.

"Is there anything else? Haven't all fifteen pieces been displayed?"

"Looking at the box in his hand, it's probably a scroll, but except for those in the Forbidden City, no one is the match for the big tripod! It's really worth it this year. These treasures are really too strong! Nearly ten of them are worth hundreds of millions, right?"

"It's still early anyway, let's see slowly. This black boy is Mr. Chang's disciple. Maybe he can turn defeat into victory!"

Wu Di walked up to the rostrum amid the discussion of everyone, turned to face everyone, and the crowd suddenly became quiet.

"The next work is a masterpiece that Tang Yin and Tang Bohu have never published. "Sending Friends to the Cold River" is obtained from a carved New Year's painting in Hong Kong. Please remember the details of the picture when you watch it later."

After saying that, Wu Di stood beside him, waiting for everyone to take turns to watch and answer some questions. Several calligraphy and painting experts came to the stage to appreciate it first. Currently, there are less than five authentic works of Tang Bohu in the world. If this one is not a problem, it is also a rare treasure.

The most difficult and easiest way to identify calligraphy and paintings is the most difficult and easiest. The key is to look at the quality of the painting. A few minutes later, several experts had a pair of eyes, and one of the old man with white hair and hair smiled at Wu Di:

"Congratulations, Wu Di, if I remember correctly, this is the fourth collection you took out today, right? It's amazing, it's really worthy of being the treasure-picking boy that Brother Yang admires."

Wu Di recognized that the first-level researcher of the Palace Museum and the expert in calligraphy and painting, Mr. He Liangdong, and quickly said modestly:

"I don't dare to be it. That's all Mr. Yang teased the boy. Mr. He is so serious."

After several experts identified the authenticity, it was everyone's turn to watch it. Zeng Chengjie, who owned the blue and white plate but was defeated by Jilan's glaze plum vase, did not look at the painting after he came on stage, but instead asked Wu Di:

"Brother Wu, let me explain it to you, why do you have to keep in mind the details of the picture? Could it be...will this painting still become?"

Wu Di said to himself, your kid guessed correctly! He smiled and bowed and said:

"Brother Zeng said it will change, and this painting will really change. You will have to see it later."

The few people who went on stage together heard the conversation between the two, with different expressions, but none of them spoke again, but they obviously became more careful when looking at the painting.

Zeng Chengjie curled his lips and complained:

"If you don't say it, just don't say it. You dare to play with your old brother as a monkey. You'll want you to be nice in a while!"

Wu Di couldn't help but smile bitterly. It's really difficult to tell the truth in this world!

More than ten minutes later, people returned to their seats, and all ten judges stood up. Everyone thought it was time to rest and wait for the result, but unexpectedly, Dean Han suddenly said:

"Please move to the glass house in the square. Today, Brother Wu Di wants to make a small trick for everyone. Remember, don't blink later?"

People followed Mr. Han to the glass house in the square. Wu Di walked in alone, fixed the painting on a glass wall, and then walked out of the house in the confused eyes and closed the door.

Mr. Han waited for Wu Di to walk out of the glass house, glanced at the old guys who were talking, turned around and nodded to the staff on standby next to him, shouting:

"The first change, the wind blows!"

With the order of Mr. Han, the staff started the high-power electric fan in the glass house and blew towards "Sending Friends to the Cold River". Everyone stood scattered beside the glass house, looking at the paintings blown tightly against the wall by the wind, and couldn't help but look at each other. What is this old Han doing?

Time passed by minute by minute, and the person standing in the front row slowly discovered something was wrong. The characters and scenery on the painting seemed to be gradually changing with the wind! Wang Yuwan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, stared at the picture again, and suddenly shouted:

"Damn! This painting is alive!"

The people watching the front row were looking for words in their hearts. When they heard Wang Yuwan's screams, they all agreed, yes, it's just that they are alive! The characters and landscapes in this painting are all damn alive!

The square suddenly became lively, regardless of whether the order or not, whether the quality was not good, everyone rushed to the glass house. Many old men were squeezed into the crowd and refused to give up, and they all wanted to see this magical change as soon as possible.

When Mr. Han saw the crowd chaotic, he couldn't help but shout:

"Order! Pay attention to order, everyone line up, the old man is in front, take turns to watch, we have time!"

After all, they are high-quality talents. Once someone reminded them, they immediately returned to normal. Soon, more than 100 people were divided into nine teams, with three teams on each glass wall, and took turns to watch. Zhu Derang, the master of Zhonghai, and Bai Guangming from Northeast China, stood in the front of the painting, lying on the glass, staring at the gradient picture, without blinking, and the expression on his face became distorted and ferocious because of surprise. It seemed that they wanted to squeeze their entire bodies into the glass.

The expressions of the people in the front row are basically similar to those of the two masters, and even the movements are quite the same. They keep sticking them on the glass! When Mr. Han saw it, he said helplessly:

"Each team goes up two more rows, and there can be nine people on one wall!"

Wu Di, Mr. Chang and Mr. Yang stood outside the crowd, looking at the scene in front of him, and it was a little funny. If the glass house was compared to a piece of cake packaging, then the crowds lying densely on the top were ants, fighting against the hard shell one by one, in order to eat the sweet cake as soon as possible.

After half an hour, everyone changed positions and finished reading it. Looking at the excited and talked endlessly, Dean Han smiled slightly and shouted:
Chapter completed!