Chapter 220

Zenghua's words are not empty words. In the antique world, there is such a saying, because it is very common to imitate and make old things, and it does not mean that the price of imitation things is not necessarily high.

One of the most famous examples is Zhang Daqian, a famous painter in China. In his early years, his favorite thing was to copy the works of famous painters in several ancient dynasties. Zhang Daqian was very good at making fake copies, and many of the works he copied at that time had been regarded as authentic.

Only after a long time, Zhang Daqian took the initiative to talk about the paintings that were collected as authentic ones, did they know that what they collected were only works copied by Zhang Daqian.

However, due to Zhang Daqian's superb painting skills and high artistic attainments, even the copied works were sought after by the public, so that later the value of the copied works was higher than that of the original works, which was also an interesting story in the field of calligraphy and painting.

This old jade is similar to Zhang Daqian's faking, because it has high collection value.

Mu Jing's mood at this meeting is like riding a roller coaster. He thought he had lost face, but he didn't want to be said so by the old man. It seems that he took advantage of it.

"Ginger is still old and spicy. It's really poisonous." Listening to Zeng Hua's words, Chu Lingfeng sighed to himself that it took Chu Lingfeng three days to carve this jade, and the back of the paste was even harder.

However, because of the fierce war at that time, Chu Lingfeng accidentally lost this jade, only to see it again today. At the same time, he also felt the magic of this fate.

"Mr. Chu, how do you know there is something wrong with this jade after you are so far away?"

He took back his own piece of jade and happily played with it for a while. Then Mu Jing thought of this problem. Chu Lingfeng was three or four meters away from the jade just now. If he could tell the true from the false, he would be an immortal.

"At the beginning, I didn't know whether it was true or false. I just said it casually, which made you laugh. I only saw it after I got it. The flaw was very inconspicuous. I was lucky to see it at a glance." Chu Ling Feng Gong said modestly to the people around him.

The old man smiles deeply. As the saying goes, people grow old and become fine. As soon as Chu Lingfeng opens his mouth, he feels that Chu Lingfeng seems to know that this jade is fake.

However, everyone has his own secret, and the old man is not willing to tell it in public. He immediately said, "Xiao Chu, I think you are very sophisticated in playing with jade, and you have a thorough understanding of jade? Who do you learn from“

"My way?" Chu Lingfeng laughs in his heart, but he is also curious. He once knew a member of the royal family of the former Qing Dynasty, but he doesn't know if they know each other.

"Old man, I have learned from my ancestors since I was a child. Their names are madmen of Chu."

"Madman of Chu, the name seems familiar." Zenghua thought for a long time, shook his head, and said to himself, "there are so many strange people in the world. I'm afraid I've fallen into the inferior position."

Chu Ling Feng smiles, does not care, and says: "since you are also from which age, do you know the title of" Suo Ming Yan Luo "

"Hell?! Are you his descendant, Xiao Chu Zenghua heard the name, his face suddenly changed, and he recited it several times in his mouth. His eyes suddenly widened, and he grabbed Chu Lingfeng and said excitedly.

Zenghua looked at the people around him and said, "Xiao Mu, let's talk about the identification of objects. I have something to talk about with this little friend."

"Well, any time is OK, old man, you and Xiao Chu talk first."

These people have been wallowing in society for many years. Naturally, they can see that Zenghua seems to have something to do with Chu Lingfeng. Now they all quit. Even some unknown Mu Lin was pulled out of the teahouse by her father.

Zenghua saw with his own eyes that after the door of the teahouse was closed, Zenghua, who was sitting on the chair, was a little excited. He stood up and trembled and said, "how is his old man now? Can... Can it be returned to the world“

Chu Lingfeng shook his head and said faintly: "he was a very peaceful old man who left a few years ago. He was over ninety years old, and he didn't die young. It's just that old man, how do you know his ancestors?"

Chu Lingfeng naturally won't tell Zenghua that he is a Madman of Chu, but he is curious about how Zenghua knows himself.

"I should have thought that he is 20 years older than me. Even if he is healthy, he can't survive these years?" After hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Zeng Hua's two lines of tears have already rolled down. Obviously, the death of Chu Madman makes him fall into sadness.

Zeng Hua wiped his eyes and said to Chu Lingfeng, "when your grandfather saved my great grandfather Qishen, he was a good friend and kind to me. According to the seniority, I should call you old man."

There is a genealogy for the generation of lineage, and it is also the blood relationship handed down by an ancestor. In addition, the elders pay special attention to the generation of inheritance, so in front of Chu Lingfeng, Zenghua, who is over 80 years old, dare not trust him at all.

Chu Lingfeng nods. No wonder Zeng Hua knows himself in front of him. When he knew Zeng Hua, he was still a child and didn't know his name. However, Chu Lingfeng scratched his head and said awkwardly, "old man, let's talk about each other better."

Although Chu Lingfeng did bear the injury of Zenghua's old man, it's just that in the eyes of outsiders, Chu Lingfeng's courage to let the respected Zenghua call him old man is a bit of a loss of life, and I'm afraid that he will be scolded by the public.

Zenghua nodded and said, "OK, Ling Feng, then you can call me by my name. I'll call you by your name, too."

But Zenghua never thought that if Chu Lingfeng, who looked so young, really dared to call Zenghua by his name, I'm afraid the whole public opinion would not let him go.

Chu Lingfeng knew that it must be wrong. He laughed bitterly and thought about it for a while. Then he said, "if not, let's talk about it according to our age. If you are older than me, I'd better call old man."

Zenghua didn't stick to these details. He agreed and said, "in fact, if you follow him, what else can you teach me? I can learn what I have now because of him."

Zenghua is also an octogenarian. When he looks at Chu Lingfeng, he thinks of the past sixty or seventy years ago, and he can't help sighing.