God Level Golden Eye

Tang Miaomiao smiled. Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng's reaction was as expected. It is impossible for any calligrapher or painter to be indifferent to this kind of news. This is one of the most famous types of paper. The real production method has been lost. In other words, the imitation of the market outlook is far from the original quality. Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, as masters of calligraphy and painting, of course have much higher requirements on paper than ordinary people. If you want to do well, you must first sharpen your tools. Whether there is good paper is directly related to the quality of the paintings and calligraphy works. For example, the characters used by the two of them are specially made. They can be used directly after they are made by a real master. It is completely impossible to find on the market, but even This is the case. Due to various reasons, when the current masters are making paper, they are far from the quality of ancient famous paper. For example, Chengxintang paper, just a word like this is enough. It has stumped countless people, and what has been produced so far has not been recognized by everyone.

"Bring it over and show us it!"

"fast!"

"Hurry up and show it to us!"

Zhao Sheng couldn’t wait. People were already flushing out. Even if he was a calligrapher and painter with such a high status, he had only seen it in the classics in the museum collection, and it was all of the kind filled with words. There is no blank at all. Now that there is, it must be blank. If it is true, it is really big.

Mao Peng didn't speak, he just walked out, and he had to see it the first time.

"Two old gentlemen don't run, be careful and safe!"

Song Yun was shocked when he saw Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng running straight away. Both of them were of the same age and their legs and feet were unfavorable. Don't try to find anything good or bad just to read a piece of paper, that would be troublesome.

Song Yun hurried forward two steps before reaching out to stop Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng.

"What are you doing!?"

"Step aside!"

"Don't block our way!"

Mao Peng and Zhao jumped with anger, but they had nothing to do. The two old men couldn't carry Song Yun together, and they were immediately stopped.

Peng Guo reacted at this time and hurriedly came to help, and finally persuaded Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng to come down. Even so, when he went downstairs, he was still in a hurry and couldn't control the excitement.

When Song Yun and Peng Guo saw this, they had no choice but to support one by one.

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng went downstairs and saw a scroll on the table next to the sofa. This was even more incredible. They tried to run wild when they exerted their strength.

Song Yun and Peng Guo grabbed the two old men with force.

"I'm so angry! What are you guys doing? I'm not old enough to walk!"

"Quickly let go! Quickly let go! No manners at all!"

Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng were really anxious, but their strength was too far behind Song Yun and Peng Guo, even if they were anxious, they couldn't help but slowly walked to the sofa.

Song Yun and Peng Guo simply sat down on the sofa with Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng, and then opened the scroll and handed them to them.

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng were two people, each holding one end of the scroll. At this time, they couldn't care about the anger. The eyes of the two people had been half attracted by a magnet, and they were staring at the opened scroll.

"what do you think?"

"should be no problem!"

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"The quality of this paper is really good!"

"that's right!"

...

"It's a golden millet paper, it's 1,000 years from the Song Dynasty, this kind of thing still looks as clean as new, it's amazing!"

"Thousands of years will not rot! It turns out that there is such a paper in the world!"

...

"I don't know what it feels like to write on this paper?"

"Does this still need to be said? It must be super invincible!"

...

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng muttered as they watched, and if no one was there, they had already entered another world.

Tang Miaomiao drank tea slowly, knowing that Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng would definitely not be over for a while.

Song Yun sat on the sofa, drinking tea like Tang Miaomiao.

Peng Guo was not calm at all. He sat for a while and stood up again. It seemed that he sat down after a few steps. Although he is not the top calligrapher and painter, he is already well-known after all, and he is even Mao Peng's proud disciple. The one who speaks poorly is just the heat. As long as the calligrapher and painter have an extremely strong desire for good paper, he suddenly discovered that one is his own teacher, and the other is an old senior who is of the same level as his own teacher. , Especially considering their usual style of doing things, they never let go of seeing good things, these papers have nothing to do with them.