This incomprehensible sentence caused a lot of boos.
Lei Tao had a black hair, pulled out a small dagger from his waist, and handed it to Liu Wuxie's hand.
With everyone watching, Liu Wuxie swung the dagger fiercely and slashed at the mountain and river map on the square table.
"Brother Liu, stop!"
Du Mingze was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and screamed loudly, asking Liu Wuxie to stop quickly.
"Crazy, he must be crazy!"
The onlookers exclaimed, this picture of mountains and rivers is worth one million gold coins, and more importantly, it contains martial arts will, which cannot be measured with gold coins.
Kuang Zhan's eyes shrank, and it was too late to stop it. This was a painting by the ancestors of the Kuang family. If it were destroyed in the hands of outsiders, it would undoubtedly be a humiliation for the Kuang family.
"Did the door catch his head? It's such a good picture. Why did you cut him open with a dagger?"
Wan Chun looked frightened and took several steps back, not daring to get too close to avoid being infected.
Everyone's face was filled with panic. They opened their eyes wide and watched helplessly as the dagger slashed down. Lei Tao sat helplessly on the chair behind him: "It's over, it's all over."
What he felt distressed was not the one million gold coins, but the painting, which had offended the Kuang Family. Unless the Pavilion Master came, with Kuang Zhan's character, he would never let Liu Wuxie leave.
Xiao Mingyi sneered. He didn't feel sorry for the one million gold coins. The worst he could do was ask Bi Gongyu to compensate him. As long as he could severely humiliate Liu Wuxie, it would be worth it.
Xue Chou looked gloating, crossed his arms over his chest, and had a fierce murderous look in his eyes.
"Tsk!"
A corner of the mountain and river map was cut open, and a crack appeared in the intact mountain and river map. Skilled craftsmen were unable to repair it, and the entire painting was completely scrapped.
"Boy, you are so brave, destroying Kuang's famous paintings in front of me, I will crush you to ashes."
Kuang Zhan walked towards Liu Wuxie step by step. With every step he took, the murderous intention in his body condensed and formed a substance. A suffocating momentum filled every inch of space. Many people with low strength trembled.
"Isn't it too early for Mr. Kuang to get angry now?"
Liu Wuxie let out a contemptuous laugh. The second elder of the Kuang family couldn't even tell the difference between true and false, which made him show a trace of disdain.
The young man in white clothes who came with Kuang Lao quickly stepped forward to take a closer look.
"Brother Liu! Why are you doing this? A good painting is ruined like this."
Du Mingze looked distressed and regretted repeatedly that one million gold coins, a map of mountains and rivers that contained martial arts will, was destroyed in Liu Wuxie's hands.
Glancing at Du Mingze from the corner of his eye, Liu Wuxie didn't answer. He suddenly grabbed the corner of the mountain and river map and pulled out something like silk. He pulled it longer and longer. As more and more silk threads were pulled out, more and more pictures appeared on the scroll.
The bottom is getting blurry.
The dagger cut the silk thread and held it in his hand: "Kuao Lao always uses good Moxuan paper when painting. The lower layer of the paper is covered with first-class spring silk. The silk thread is light green. The tension of spring silk is very strong, which makes the picture quality better.
Youmei, this silk thread is winter silk soaked in wild blood, tell me, this painting was written by Kuang Lao?"
Liu Wuxie threw the silk thread in front of Kuang Zhan and let him see for himself. Without cutting the portrait open, he would not be able to see the inside at all. The surface layer was indeed made of high-quality Moxuan paper, but he did not expect that there was something wrong with the silk laid on the lower layer.
.
Each painting by Kuangjia is made in three layers, with the surface layer of ink paper, the middle layer covered with spring silk, and the bottom layer sealed with first-class oilcloth. Ordinary people cannot tell what is used in the middle.
The ghost eye technique can see through everything, and it can be seen at a glance that this painting is imitated by an expert. The brushwork and trajectory are very similar to Kuang Lao.
Kuang Lao picked up the silk and smelled it carefully. There were indeed traces of it being soaked in wild blood. This painting was at most fifteen years old. Kuang Lao Xianhe was more than a hundred years old. The last painting he made during his lifetime was more than a hundred years old. This painting
The picture was obviously produced through post-processing.
"He'er, what do you think?"
Hand the cannibal in your hand to the young man in white next to you and let him see what is going on.
He took the winter silk, just like Kuezhan, smelled it, frowned, took out a special bronze mirror from his arms, put the winter silk on it, and a strange smell came out.
"Back to the elder, this is indeed winter silk soaked in wild blood, not the spring silk that our Kuang family is good at using."
Although spring silkworms and winter silkworms both spin silk, there is a world of difference between the two. The spring silkworm silk used by wild people is extremely expensive and almost impossible to buy on the market. They feed it with special medicinal materials every day, and the green silk they spit out has a faint tint.
of fragrance.
"Boy, maybe Kuang Lao created this painting in a different way. We can't rely on winter silk to deny that this painting is not by Kuang Lao."
Xiao Mingyi stood up and questioned Liu Wuxie's words. The signature and painting style were exactly the same as Kuang Lao.
These words attracted many people's agreement. It was possible to find another way to reach the level of Kuang Lao. Only Kuang Lao and the young man in white frowned.
Liu Wuxie glanced at Xiao Mingyi as if he was an idiot. Even the crazy people didn't stand up to refute. You jumped out. Don't you think it's not enough to slap me in the face?
"Elder Kuang, every painting in your Kuang family is painted with a liquid made from grinding black ink stone. This kind of liquid ground out from black ink stone has some advantages. It will not melt when exposed to water. Even if the whole painting falls into the water, it will not melt.
The portrait will still be alive when you pick it up, am I right?"
This is no longer a secret. The Black Ink Stone is the unique secret skill of the Kuangjia, and there is not much left by the Kuangjia. After grinding the liquid, a medicinal material needs to be added, mainly for waterproofing. This medicinal material is unique to the Kuangjia.
The secret of passing.
"You are right, our Kuang family uses liquid made from ground black ink stone for every painting."
Kuangzhan nodded. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't refute every word Liu Wuxie said.
"Lei Tao, bring me a bowl of water!"
After calling out, 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, clean water was poured into the scroll, and a strange scene appeared. The pictures of mountains and rivers on the scroll were a little blurry, like a ball of paste. It was so dark that it was impossible to tell that it was a picture of mountains and rivers.
picture.
"this……"
The scene in front of them subverted their cognition. It was no secret that Kuangjia's paintings would not melt when exposed to water. This painting was stained with a little water and all the ink on it dissolved. This was incredible.
obviously!
This painting is not by Kuang Lao, but a high imitation, and the key imitation does not have any technical content.
The lower part of the mountain and river map has been blurred and completely scrapped after being watered by water.
Xiao Mingyi froze on the spot, his mouth wide open. He spent one 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 slapping sound!
The faces of those around him were hot and irritable. They had mocked Liu Wuxie just now, but now it was better. They could see at a glance that this was a fake painting, and they couldn't accept it for a moment.
Du Mingze turned his head, unwilling to look at Liu Wuxie. This kid was a bit evil. His paintings were so lifelike that even Kuang Lao couldn't tell how he did it. He found out there was something wrong with the silk in the middle.
"Brother Du, don't you express your opinion?"
Liu Wuxie suddenly asked with a smile. Du Mingze knew that he couldn't escape, so he turned his head with a smile on his face.
"Brother Liu is a great talent. We have all been fooled. Since it is a fake painting, I apologize to Brother Liu for what happened just now."
This change of attitude is shocking. Just now, he had an attitude of wanting to force Liu Wuxie to death, and suddenly apologized. This person is really two-faced. If you are not careful, he will stab you to death.
Wan Yichun and Xue Chou quickly took a step back. They had ridiculed Liu Wuxie a lot just now. If they stood up now, they would definitely be slapped in the face mercilessly by him. They are all great alchemists, and they will be looked down upon for the rest of their lives if they are ridiculed by others.
Don't start.
"Brother Xiao, I'm really sorry for destroying a famous painting of yours."
He looked at Xiao Mingyi, who had a ferocious look on his face, wishing he could bite Liu Wuxie to death. That was one million gold coins, and it was just wasted without making a sound.
"Boy, no matter how bad this painting is, the artist alone is still worth tens of thousands of gold coins. You just kept saying that this painting is not worth ten gold coins, so what do you mean?"
Xiao Mingyi gritted his teeth and said that it is not that easy to imitate a painting. It requires extremely high painting skills to imitate it to the extent that it is fake and real. It is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
The style of painting is no different from that of Kuang Lao. The person who can do this is by no means an ordinary person, at least he is from a famous family.
"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 stand up.
Everyone was also very curious. The quality of this painting was extremely high. Even Kuangzhan was not at this level. It was copied perfectly.
Now that things have come to a point, Kuang Zhan can no longer speak. 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 that he needed paper and pen and bought some things.
"I have!"
The young man in white next to Kuangzhan took out paper and pen from his storage bag, placed them on the square table, and then stepped aside.
I picked up paper and pen and wrote down a dozen materials, all of which are common things on the market.
"Lei Tao, grab a copy of the things above and go back as soon as possible."
After taking the order, Lei Tao ran out quickly, and more and more people were watching. What happened just now was so thrilling, especially Liu Wuxie's sudden reversal, which caught people off guard.
The beating made Xiao Mingyi and others stunned for a while, completely in a state of confusion.
Lei Tao worked very efficiently. In less than one stick of incense, he bought all the things he needed. In addition to rice paper, there were also some paints and other things, which were neatly placed on the square table.
"Painting does not necessarily mean outlining one stroke at a time. There is another method: rubbing!"
I picked up the copper basin I bought, poured the paint into it, and mixed it. This made many people wonder what rubbing was.
Every step seemed ordinary and without any technical content, but everyone present watched it with gusto, fearing that they had missed a link.
Kuanglao locked his eyes tightly on Liu Wuxie's hands to avoid missing anything. He was in the spirit-washing realm and could have a photographic memory.
Rubbing is not a magical skill, they will understand after a while.