Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

The inexplicable sentence caused a lot of booing.

Lei Tao, with black hair, pulled out a small dagger from his waist and handed it to Liu Wuxie.

Under everyone's gaze, Liu Wuxie swung his dagger fiercely, and slashed at the picture of mountains and rivers on the square table.

"Brother Liu, stop!"

Du Mingze was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and exclaimed loudly, telling Liu Wuxie to stop immediately.

"Crazy, he must be crazy!"

The crowd onlookers exclaimed, this map of mountains and rivers is worth 100 million gold coins, and more importantly, it contains martial arts will, which cannot be measured by gold coins.

Kuang Zhan's eyes shrank, and it was too late to stop it. This was painted by the Kuang family's ancestors. If it was destroyed by outsiders, it would undoubtedly be a humiliation to the Kuang family.

"Is his head caught by the door? It's a good picture, why cut him with a dagger."

Wan Wanchun was frightened, and took a few steps back, not daring to get too close to avoid being infected.

Everyone's faces were full of horror, their eyes were wide open, and they watched the dagger go down. Lei Tao sat weakly on the chair behind him: "It's over, it's over."

What he felt distressed was not the 100 million gold coins, but this painting, which offended the Kuang family. Unless the pavilion master came, with the character of Kuang Zhan, he would never let Liu Wuxie leave.

Xiao Mingyi sneered, he didn't feel sorry for the 100 million gold coins, the worst would be to find Bi Gongyu for compensation, as long as he could humiliate Liu Wuxie severely, it would be worth it.

Xue Qiu gloated, crossed his arms around his chest, and had a fierce murderous look in his eyes.

"Hey!"

A corner of the mountain and river map was cut off, and a crack appeared in the intact mountain and river map. The skilled craftsman could not repair it, and the whole painting was completely scrapped.

"Boy, you are so brave. In front of my face, you destroy the famous painting of the madman. I will smash your bones to ashes."

Kuang Zhan walked towards Liu Wuxie step by step. With each step, the killing intent on his body condensed, forming a substantial, suffocating aura, filling every inch of space, and many people with low strength trembled.

"Isn't it too early for the crazy old man to get angry now?"

Liu Wuxie let out a contemptuous laugh. The second elder of the majestic Kuang family didn't even distinguish between the real and the fake, which made him show a trace of disdain.

The young man in white who came with Kuang Lao stepped forward quickly, wanting to see what happened.

"Brother Liu! Why are you doing this? A good painting is ruined like this."

Du Mingze looked heartbroken, regretting again and again that 100 million gold coins, the mountain and river map that contained martial arts will, was destroyed in Liu Wuxie's hands.

Glancing at Du Mingze out of the corner of his eye, Liu Wuxie didn't answer. He suddenly grabbed a corner of the picture of mountains and rivers and pulled out a silk-like thing, which became longer and longer. The bottom is getting blurry.

The dagger cuts the silk thread and holds it in his hand: "Crazy Lao has always used good Moxuan paper for painting. The lower layer of the paper is covered with first-class spring silk. The silk thread is light green. The spring silk has strong tension, which sets off the picture quality. Youyou, this silk thread is winter silk soaked in Mang's blood, you tell me, this painting was written by Kuang Lao?"

Liu Wuxie threw the silk thread in front of Kuang Zhan, and let him look at it by himself. Without cutting the portrait, he couldn't see the internal situation at all. The surface layer was indeed made of high-quality Moxuan paper, but he didn't expect that there was something wrong with the silk laid on the lower layer .

Each painting of Kuangjia is made of three layers, the surface layer is ink Xuan paper, the middle layer is covered with spring silk, and the bottom layer is sealed with first-class oilcloth. Ordinary people can't see what is used in the middle.

The ghost pupil technique can see through everything, and it can be seen at a glance that this painting is imitated by an expert, and the brushwork and trajectory are [-]% similar to Kuang Lao.

Kuang Lao picked up the silk and sniffed it carefully. There were indeed traces of Mang’s blood soaking on it. This painting was at most 15 years old, and Kuang Lao’s cranes were more than 100 years old. Post-processing made.

"He'er, what do you think?"

Give the nibble in your hand to the young man in white beside him, and let him see what's going on.

After receiving the winter silk, just like Kuang Zhan, smelling it, frowning, took out a special bronze mirror from his arms, put the winter silk on it, and there was a strange smell.

"Elder Hui, this is indeed winter silk soaked in Mang's blood, not the spring silk that our crazy family is good at using."

Although spring silkworms and winter silkworms both produce silk, there is a huge difference between them. The spring silk used by Kuangjia is extremely expensive and can hardly be bought in the market. They are fed with special medicinal materials every day, and the silk they spit out has a faint scent.

"Boy, maybe this painting is ingenious and created a new way. You can't rely on the silk to deny that this painting is not written by Kuanglao."

Xiao Mingyi stood up and questioned Liu Wuxie's words, the signature on it, and the painting style were exactly the same as Kuang Lao.

These words attracted many people's approval. It is possible to find another way to reach the state of mad old man. Only the mad old man and the young man in white had their brows tightly furrowed.

Liu Wuxie glanced at Xiao Mingyi as if he was looking at a fool. No one would stand up to refute. If you jump out, don't you think my slap in the face is not enough.

"Crazy Elder, every painting in your crazy family is painted with a liquid made from black graphite stone. This kind of liquid made from black black stone has a little advantage. It doesn't melt when exposed to water, even if the whole painting falls into the water. The portrait is still alive after being picked up, am I right?"

This is no longer a secret, the black ink stone is the unique secret technique of the Kuangjia, and there is not much left in the Kuangjia. The liquid after grinding needs to add a kind of medicinal material, mainly for waterproofing. Biography of the secret.

"You're right, every painting of our crazy family uses a liquid ground from black graphite stone."

Kuang Zhan nodded, although he didn't want to admit it, every word Liu Wuxie said made him unable to refute.

"Lei Tao, fetch a bowl of water!"

With a call, Lei Tao quickly got up, picked up a broken bowl, scooped out a bowl of water from the groove on the side, and brought it to Liu Wuxie.

In front of everyone, clear water was poured onto the scroll, and a strange scene appeared. The picture of mountains and rivers on the scroll was a little fuzzy, like a ball of paste, pitch black, and it was hard to tell that it was a picture of mountains and rivers. picture.

"This……"

The scene in front of them subverted their cognition. It is no secret that Kuangjia's painting will not melt when exposed to water. This painting is stained with a little water, and all the ink on it will dissolve, which is too incredible.

obviously!

This painting was not written by Kuang Lao, but a high imitation, the key imitation did not have any technical content.

The lower half of the mountain and river map has been blurred, and after being watered by water, it is completely scrapped.

Xiao Mingyi froze in place, his mouth opened wide. He spent 100 million gold coins to buy a fake painting?

Every word Liu Wuxie said was like an invisible slap in the face, slapping him hard on the face with a bang!

Those people around, with hot faces and panicked, just mocked Liu Wuxie, but now they can tell at a glance that this is a fake painting, which is unacceptable for a while.

Du Mingze turned his head, unwilling to look at Liu Wuxie squarely. This kid is a bit evil, and his paintings are so realistic that even the old man can't tell. How did he do it? Find out that there is something wrong with the silk bedding in the middle.

"Brother Du, don't you want to express your opinion?"

Liu Wuxie suddenly asked with a smile. Du Mingze knew he couldn't hide, so he turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Brother Liu is a genius, we were all fooled. Since it is a fake painting, I apologize to Brother Liu for what happened just now."

This change in attitude makes people stunned. Just now, he had an attitude of wanting to kill Liu Wuxie, but suddenly apologized. This person is really double-faced, and if he is not careful, he will stab you to death.

Wan Yichun and Xue Qiu hurriedly took a step back. They had ridiculed Liu Wuxie a lot just now, and if they stood up at this time, they would definitely be slapped in the face by him mercilessly. They are all great alchemists. Can't get up.

"Brother Xiao, I'm really sorry for ruining a famous painting of yours."

Looking at Xiao Mingyi, the latter had a ferocious face, wishing he could bite Liu Wuxie to death with one bite, it was 100 million gold coins, and it was just in vain, without even making a sound.

"Boy, no matter how bad this painting is, it is worth tens of thousands of gold coins just because of the artistry alone. What do you mean by saying that this painting is not worth ten gold coins?"

Xiao Mingyi gritted his teeth and said, it is not so easy to figure out a painting, it requires extremely high painting skills to imitate it, and to achieve the level of false ones, which is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The geomantic omen in the painting is no different from that written by Kuang Lao. The painter who can do this is by no means an ordinary person, at least he is also a famous master.

"Since you still don't give up, I will beat you until you are convinced."

A sneer flashed in Liu Wuxie's eyes. Today, Xiao Mingyi will be completely trampled under his feet, so that he will never be able to get up.

Everyone was also very curious. The level of this painting is extremely high, and Berserker is not at this level. It was copied perfectly.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is hard for Kuang Zhan to talk. This painting is indeed not the work of Kuang Lao, and they have also been deceived.

"Who has paper and pen!"

Liu Wuxie asked the crowd, he needs paper and pen, buy some things.

"I have!"

The young man in white beside Kuang Zhan took out the paper and pen from the storage bag, put them on the square table, and then stepped aside.

Picking up paper and pen, I wrote more than a dozen materials, all of which are common things in the market.

"Lei Tao, grab a share of the above things, and go back quickly."

After receiving the order, Lei Tao ran out quickly, and there were more and more people watching. What happened just now was too thrilling, especially Liu Wuxie's sudden reversal, which caught people off guard.

The beating made Xiao Mingyi and the others stunned for a moment, completely in a state of bewilderment.

Lei Tao was very efficient in his work. In less than a stick of incense, he bought all the things he needed. Apart from rice paper, there were also some paints and other things, which were neatly placed on the square table.

"Painting doesn't have to be sketched out one stroke at a time. There is another way, rubbing!"

Picking up the copper basin I bought, pouring those pigments into it, and blending it, many people wondered what the hell is rubbing.

Every step seems ordinary, without the slightest technical content, but everyone present watched it with great interest, for fear of missing a certain link.

The mad old man locked Liu Wuxie's hands firmly with his eyes, so as not to miss anything by mistake. He is in the spiritual realm and can achieve the ability of never forgetting.

Rubbing is not a magical skill, they will know it after a while.