The Almighty Son-in-Law of the Female President

"Tang Bohu's painting? That is indeed rare."

Hearing that it was Tang Bohu's painting, Yun Fantian also became very interested. There are quite a few authentic ancient paintings from the Ming Dynasty, but Tang Bohu's authentic works are relatively rare.

As one of the four masters of the Ming Dynasty and one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty, Tang Bohu's painting skills are unquestionable, and his poetry and painting are both outstanding.

However, there are not many Tang Bohu's paintings circulated in the world. There are a few authentic works of Tang Bohu that have been circulated on the market in recent years.In fact, few of them are real, Yun Brahma knows this very well.

I have been traveling around the world before, and I was fortunate enough to see several authentic works, each of which is priceless and extremely rare.

"Tang Bohu's paintings are priceless and extremely rare. Where did the old man's friends get this painting?"

Yun Fantian silently thought in his heart that he was very confused about the authenticity of this painting, the old man will not be deceived again this time, right?

"Hurry up and take out that painting, and let Brahma appreciate it for me." The old man said cheerfully, and his joy was revealed when he spoke.

"Maybe I will disappoint the old man again." Yun Fantian thought to himself.

"Old man, there are very few of Tang Yin's paintings that have been circulated in the market, they are extremely rare."

"That's natural. It took my old man a lot of effort to get this painting. Thanks to that old friend, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get it."

The old man was obviously very confident in the painting, which made it even harder for Yun Fantian to speak, and he didn't want to upset the old man.

Hua Xueyao didn't know calligraphy and painting, so she had to sit here obediently, listening to the conversation between their grandpa and grandson, with smiles on their faces, and the scene was very warm.

After a while, the old butler came with a sandalwood box about two feet long. Yun Fantian squinted his eyes and looked at it. The sandalwood box was engraved with the pattern of two dragons playing with pearls. It is authentic, and the box alone is worth a lot.

"Master, the painting is here."

"Well, let's put it here, open it quickly and let Yun Fantian appreciate it."

Wearing white gloves, the old butler first touched the sandalwood box lightly, and then opened the box carefully.

As Yun Fantian approached, he could smell a curling fragrance coming towards his face, and his body felt a warm flow into his body, which was really comfortable.

"Zi~" The moment Yun Fantian opened the box, he felt that the things inside were not simple, and he hadn't had this feeling for a long time.

I saw a painting scroll quietly lying in the box, and the painting scroll turned yellowish brown under the action of oxidation.

Yun Fantian also has some eyesight in calligraphy and painting, and he has seen many authentic works of celebrities, so he is somewhat confident in appreciating them.

The butler gently took out the scroll, every movement was cautious, for fear of falling the master's hard-won rare thing, everyone even breathed carefully.

When the housekeeper unfolded the entire scroll, Yun Fantian was startled.

This is a picture of a scholar dancing with a sword. The overall painting is concise and interesting, which is in line with Tang Yin's painting style. The figure painting is colorful and interesting, but this painting alone cannot surprise Yun Fantian.

What really shocked Yun Fantian was that the moment the painting unfolded, Yun Fantian seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with the characters in the painting.

Yun Fantian felt as if he was standing on top of a mountain, holding a sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he was in a relaxed state from head to toe.

At this moment, without any preparation, he has achieved peace of mind. It feels like the unity of man and nature, and the sword in his hand is an extension of his body.

Afterwards, he only made a simple movement, gently raising the sword and flicking it, the whole movement appeared extremely smooth, as if it was an innate instinct.

This feeling is very strange, Yun Fantian only has this slight movement in his mind, but he feels that only this movement, few people in the world can block this sword, the way is simple.

Yun Fantian had an epiphany in an instant, and felt enlightened for a moment, the avenue is as simple as it is!The road is simple!
Hua Tianhu looked at Yun Fantian staring at the ancient painting in a daze, and didn't know what he saw. Could there be something wrong with his painting?But looking at him in meditation, it's not easy to disturb him.

About seven or eight minutes later, Yun Fantian woke up from that artistic conception, feeling extremely refreshed, and he had a new understanding of the way of swordsmanship, and martial arts took a big step forward.

"I'm afraid this painting is not simple. I just visualized it for a moment, and it has produced such a big change." Yun Fantian thought to himself.

Hua Tianhu saw that Yun Fantian had come back to his senses, so he patted him on the shoulder and asked:

"Brahma, can you see if this painting of mine is authentic?"

Yun Fantian was stunned for a moment, he was so absorbed in himself just now, he really didn't observe carefully whether the painting is authentic or not, but thinking of the magical effect of this painting, he is afraid that it is probably true.

Yun Fantian took the white gloves handed over by the butler, and carefully touched the picture of a scholar dancing with a sword. His fingertips could feel the texture of the scroll. Observing the complete painting, Yun Fantian gave his own conclusion.

"This painting is indeed Tang Yin's authentic work. It is indeed his style in terms of painting skills and chemical engineering, and it is indeed from the Ming Dynasty in terms of paper quality. It's just that the two poems inscribed on the painting do not seem to be written by him. ..."

"It's a pity that the swordsmanship is poor, and the miraculous feats can't be achieved... What's the problem?" The old man asked suspiciously. He didn't have much understanding of poetry, but when he heard Yun Fantian say that it was an authentic work, his heart fell. down.

"The painting was indeed drawn by Tang Yin, but he probably didn't mention the word. From the handwriting, it's obvious that he didn't write it, and from the writing style, the writer should be a martial artist.

The writing is very capable and vigorous, and in one breath, I can see a fierce murderous look just from the words, and I should be able to imagine this poem on my back.

The person who wrote this poem should be a warrior who has lost his ambition. I am afraid that the status in the world at that time was not low, otherwise he would not be able to make friends with Tang Bohu and mention words on his paintings, but he does not know who this warrior is. "

Listening to Yun Fantian's explanation, Hua Tianhu was enlightened. Thinking about it, this is indeed the case. He really found a good treasure, that cheapskate, this time he was really generous.

When Hua Xueyao heard Yun Fantian's explanation, she couldn't help being curious, but she couldn't see anything in the painting, so she couldn't help feeling a little lonely. She couldn't understand what Yun Fantian could see, so angry.

"Tang Bohu's paintings should be worth a lot of money, right?" Hua Xueyao asked subconsciously.

Yun Fantian smiled, and softly spit out a few words: "The priceless treasure!"