小说:横空出世(后续入口)

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"It's an honor!" Xiao Yi said.

Yan Lao immediately led Xiao Yi and began to appreciate his collection.

I have to admit that Yan Lao's collection is indeed rich, including many rare treasures.

The value of these collections alone is not less than the property of any of the four major families.

"Xiao Yi, come here!"

Yan Lao pointed to the gold-rimmed picture scroll on the wall with a fascinating smile on his face.

Xiao Yi glanced at it. This is a picture of autumn frost and rain: "The brush is strong, strong, and the brush is smooth and easy to paint."

Yan Lao watched Xiao Yi's eyes become more and more intense, and said proudly, "Little brother Xiao Yi has good eyesight. This painting is authentic Tang Pu. In my collection, this painting is enough. Ranked in the top ten, there was a prince who offered 800,000 taels of silver, but I couldn’t afford it!"

The triumphant Yan Lao noticed that Xiao Yijian's eyebrows were furrowed and he stared at the painting closely, as if he had discovered something wrong.

Old Yan was puzzled: "What? Is there anything wrong with this painting?"

Xiao Yi said solemnly: "The painting is weird!"

"eccentric?"

Yan Lao shouted at Xiao Yi and frowned, "Xiao Yi, are you saying that this painting is fake? It's impossible. Besides me, there are several other old guys who have identified it. This is definitely Tang Pu's authentic! "

"The painting is real, but the author is probably someone else!" Xiao Yidao.

"Where does the Maotou boy dare to comment on the teacher's collection? I think you are just sensational..."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

I saw a graceful woman wearing a fire-red cheongsam, a graceful and tall figure, and a black hair fluttering behind her, appeared behind the two. She respectfully saluted Yan Lao, and greeted: "Teacher, the disciple came in by himself when the door was open!"

"It's okay!"

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