He proudly shook the Buddhist beads in his hand and asked with a hint of mischievousness: "Grandpa Song, is there any difference between you not showing this Buddhist bead?"

The eyes fell on the Buddhist beads with Jian'er's fingers. The string of Buddhist beads should have been the goods in recent decades, and the materials are not expensive. To put it bluntly, this is not a valuable thing. As for what Jian'er said? Is there any difference? Although Mr. Song had long passed the age of knowing destiny, this look was no worse than that of the young people today. After closer inspection, the difference between this Buddhist bead was revealed.

The color of the Buddhist bead that Jian'er held in her hand was lighter than that of other Buddhist beads, and the wood grain was slightly different from that of other Buddhist beads, but if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all. In this way, this Buddhist bead should be strung up later, and it is not the original match of other Buddhist beads.

"Grandpa Song, can you lend me a pair of scissors?" Jian'er said, shaking the beads in her hand.

After taking the scissors handed over by Mr. Song, Jian'er said with a hint of mischievousness: "My, can you cut it?"

"This girl is still keeping her from being silly with her grandfather. Cut it! Anyway, I'm giving it to you, and you'll do whatever you want."

With a "click", Jian'er cut off the stringed Buddhist beads, then carefully placed the beads on the table, then held the special Buddhist beads in his hand, and then pinched another bead and continued to keep an eye on Mr. Song: "Grandpa Song, please stretch out your hands."

Looking at Jian'er's naughty look, Old Master Song couldn't help laughing. This girl! She made such a mysterious thing, but she still stretched out her hands as Jian'er asked.

"Hehe, feel what's the difference between the two beads?" When he loosened his hand, two different beads fell on the palm of Mr. Song's palm.

When the beads are stringed together, it can't feel it, but now that this is a bit alone, Mr. Song immediately shows the difference between the two. Don't underestimate these people who have been struggling with antiques for life. They have grasped the weight of their hands very accurately. Because many materials can only be known by hand, different things, and different feels. Many times, you can only rely on your own eyes and hands to distinguish the authenticity of things.

Although there are many things that have been sold in recent years and are very prosperous, except for some larger auctions, those small auctions are almost ignored by real industry people. Usually, the total income at these small auctions is less than a fraction of the private transactions of real industry people. Moreover, some real high-quality products and treasures are generally traded privately. Sometimes, a collection may have passed all the income at a small auction.

What does this kind of private transaction rely on? It’s not just your own eyesight. Look, smell, touch, and hear. Even if there is a link missing, you can take medicine. Now let’s not talk about anything else. Just talking about touching hands is not a simple job, nor is it as simple as ordinary people touching them casually with their hands. The thickness and warmth of the texture, and then weigh it with their hands. Sometimes, two things of the same weight can be different from these older generation collectors, saying that one of them is floating and the other is solid. I really don’t know how they weighed it. Asked, the answer they got is usually that this feeling can only be understood and cannot be conveyed.

There is no carbon 14 in private transactions, or identification certificates. Whether to pick or take medicine depends on the individual. It is better to believe in yourself than to believe in machines. This is a saying by the older generation of collectors. Especially now, counterfeiting methods are becoming increasingly difficult to detect. Sometimes the detection results of machines are not necessarily accurate, but for the old insects in the antique industry, their hands, eyes and ears are much more useful than cold machines. As the old insects in the industry, although they dare not compare with Mr. Tang, who has a unique skill, Mr. Song is one of the best in the industry. With such a clear comparison, the old man can see it at once...

He put the beads in front of his eyes in confusion and looked carefully. The color of the log was placed under his nose and smelled it. It was faint and almost impossible to smell the smell of wood. The surface of the beads was not very smooth, and there were even knife marks in some places. In addition to being lighter than ordinary wood, Old Master Song was not different. Moreover, with this rough handicraft, it really looked like a piece of stuff that was just a mess in the Buddhist beads.

"Girl, don't be so encouraging. Tell me, what's the difference?" After looking at it for a long time, I really couldn't see any tricks, so Mr. Song decided to ask directly.

"Hehe!" Jian'er smiled proudly and made a classic gesture, "The following is the moment to witness the miracle!"

"Grandpa Song, please make a basin of water." Jian'er didn't say anything badly, but wanted to scare Mr. Song. You must know that if he had not seen him once in Lu Zong and had heard him explain it carefully, Jian'er would not have found the secret.

A basin of clear water came, and Jian'er rolled up her sleeves: "Grandpa Song, you are ready!"

Jian'er held the beads in both hands and gently placed them in the water.

When Jian'er's hands slowly opened from both sides and pulled out of the water surface, the bead just floated quietly on the water surface at the beginning, and the water slowly soaked into the beads. After a while, small bubbles slowly emerged from the holes in the beads, and then the bubbles became more and more. If the water had not emitted any temperature, Old Master Song thought the water was boiling.

There were more and more bubbles, and they exploded one by one like boiling bubbles. This force pushed the beads in the water and kept rotating in the bubbles. Seeing all this, Mr. Song couldn't help but open his mouth wide, but what happened next made the old man think that he was confused.

It turned out that these bubbles pushed the beads to begin to swim in the water, and a magical circle of painting also appeared at the bottom of the pot.

Two faint and slender figures suddenly appeared in the light of the Lingling waves. As the beads rotate faster and faster, the figure gradually became clearer.

"The head is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like a ox, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a mirage, the scales are like a carp, the claws are like an eagle, and the palm is like a tiger, so is it. There are eighty-one scales on its back, and nine-nine yang numbers. Its sound is like a copper plate. There are beards beards next to the mouth, pearls are bright under the chin, and reverse scales are there. There is a Boshan on the head, also known as the ruler wood. The dragon cannot ascend to heaven without the ruler wood. The breath turns into clouds, which can both turn into water and fire." A series of words like dreams emerged from Mr. Song's mouth, "Dragon! It's actually a dragon!"

The old man looked at all this blankly, then stretched out his hand and twisted it: "It doesn't hurt, I'm really dreaming."

"Of course you don't hurt anymore. You twist it so hard that it's all my flesh!" Jian'er rubbed her arms with tears in her eyes. The old man's hand was really strong, and she was almost hurting her to death!

Mr. Song’s reaction was that he just looked at his hands blankly, then twisted his face hard, and Jian’er looked at the twisting angle and hurt him. The old man was fine, but he still smiled foolishly: “It really hurts! It turns out that I’m not really dreaming!”

Then, Mr. Song ignored Jian'er, and casually put the objects he was playing with in his pants, threw himself on his face and stretched his old face to the basin. While looking, he was amazed.

The two dragons in the water swam happily after the beads, with light and shadows scattering across the water, and the dragons soaring on the water, and the tails of the dragons intersected and competed for fun. After a while, the beads seemed to have absorbed water, and slowly sank to the bottom of the water. The two long dragons sometimes circled around and sometimes faced each other. The agile figure and powerful image made people stunned.

It was not until the beads stopped at the bottom of the water and slowly stopped rotating that the figures of the two dragons slowly faded into the water...

"Huh~" Old Master Song spit out a breath of air that had been holding it for a long time, and opened his eyes wide and looked at the beads lying quietly at the water, as if the bead could grow another flower. After a while, Old Master Song finally raised his head, slowly turned his head to Jian'er, opened his mouth, stretched out his tongue to moisten his lips slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Girl, did you know this long ago?"

"Hehe" smiled, but Jian'er did not answer.

How did you show it in these lots of things? You should know that if Jian'er didn't ask it separately and looked carefully, she really couldn't pick it out of the string of Buddhist beads. Mr. Song wanted to ask this question, but finally didn't ask. Because this may involve other people's secret skills, not to mention other businesses, this is a big taboo in antiques, just like the ancient stolen masters. So although he was very curious, he could only bear it.

In fact, Mr. Song didn't care even if he asked, because there was no trick at all. He could only rely on carefulness and on hearing.

Jian'er had seen this thing before in Lu Zong, and Lu Zong had another more magical one. The reason why Lu Zong showed it to Jian'er was because he taught Jian'er to appreciate it. This was a rare carving technique at that time, because the wood needed for this kind of carving was not produced in the Central Plains, and it was all moored with ships. Moreover, this kind of carving had higher requirements for craftsmen, so the amount in the world was very small, which was considered a treasure at that time.

However, there are two special features of this wood that can be distinguished by people. First, the wood fragrance of this wood is very light and almost indesensible, but this fragrance is condensed but not dispersed. As long as it is a little farther away, it will not smell at all. Second, it is much lighter than other woods, and there are many very small holes in the wood. When this wood falls into the water, the gas contained in it will be released, causing the wood to roll in the water and absorb water and sink to the bottom of the water. However, once picked up from the water, the water in the wood will quickly flow out from the inside, and the wood will return to a dry state.

Moreover, the texture of these woods themselves is very strange. As long as they are well processed, different images will appear in the waves, which will change thousands of times, which is very magical. The one in Lu Zong’s hand can reflect the peach feast, which is really beautiful. So Jian’er will not feel so magical when she sees this Buddhist bead that can reflect the two dragons playing with the beads.
Chapter completed!