"How do you prove it?" Han Zhaoxuan stood aside with his arms folded, looking at Ye Xiao quietly, looking like he was watching a good show.

This copy of "Huang Ting Jing" by Wang Youjun has been collected and preserved by countless famous collectors, and has been unanimously recognized by countless experts and scholars.

How could it not be the authentic work of Wang Youjun!

He couldn't wait to see Ye Xiao make a big fool of himself.

"It's very simple."

Ye Xiao smiled slightly and said, picking up the knife on the table and walking towards Han Zhaoxuan.

"what are you up to?"

Seeing Ye Xiao's actions, a man in a suit took a step forward and tried to stop Ye Xiao.

"Don't worry about him, I want to see how he plans to end it." Han Zhaoxuan stopped the man in the suit with his gestures and said coldly.

He is quite confident in his own skills. Even a long knife, let alone a table knife, poses no threat to him.

But Ye Xiao didn't stop, he ignored Han Zhaoxuan, walked past him, and walked straight towards the calligraphy and painting on the exhibition stand.

The crowd of onlookers silently moved out of the way.

Ye Xiao stopped in front of the calligraphy work, looked at it for a while, then raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it straight towards the scroll.

Suddenly, the crowd in the hall burst into screams.

Ye Xiao's movements were so fast that no one had time to stop him.

"Ah... something big happened!"

"Ah... security... someone is destroying the exhibits!"

"He uses paintings to vent his anger when he can't explain it. This person is really a lunatic!"

"It's a pity that such a calligraphy work that has been passed down for thousands of years was destroyed in the hands of such a madman."

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Even Qiao Wennai on the side looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.

Shouldn't you use your mouth to explain copybooks? Why are you using your hands?

I'm afraid I can't even afford the compensation for destroying such a national treasure-level work if I sell it!

Ignoring everyone's anger, Ye Xiao continued to cut the scroll with a table knife.

His movements were extremely skillful, and he cut the scroll completely in a short time.

There was a "Zi La!" noise, and the cut part of the copybook tilted up. With a slight tear, the paper on it fell off, and it turned out to be like a hidden compartment in a drawer. There was a layer of rice paper on the top of this copybook, and a layer of rice paper on the bottom.

sheepskin.

"Look, there seems to be something underneath the copybook?"

"This... seems to be a word!"

Many people stared at the scroll in Ye Xiao's hand with wide eyes and said in disbelief.

"Wow!"

The rice paper was torn open by Ye Xiao, revealing the things on the sheepskin.

There is actually a calligraphy on it. This calligraphy is very similar to the one on the rice paper, except that the shape of the calligraphy is more flexible, the opening and closing are large and small, and each stroke is full of momentum.

Faintly, there is an aura of sweeping mountains and rivers between the strokes, which makes people feel shocked.

"This is the real "Huang Ting Jing" written by Wang Youjun, silly!" Ye Xiao shook the scroll in his hand, spread out the parchment, and hung it on the wall again, saying.

The whole hall was suddenly silent, and it was as if everyone could hear their heartbeats racing.

Both Han Zhaoxuan and the onlookers all had their eyes widened and froze on the spot, watching mesmerized.

The words on the parchment are integrated and coherent, as if the Taoism has been imprinted on the paper.

Even people who cannot understand the scriptures can still feel a mysterious and ethereal feeling.

"Huang Ting Sutra" is originally a Taoist method of nourishing the body and mind. Combined with Wang Youjun's calligraphy, it makes people feel comfortable and peaceful, as if they were ascending to the gate of immortality. There is an indescribable feeling of being close to the great road.

"How can this be!"

Han Zhaoxuan came back from the shock, his face turned green and white for a while.

Now even a fool can see that what is on the parchment is the authentic work of Wang Youjun.

As for the words written on the rice paper earlier, compared with the original handwriting in front of me, it is really a piece of shit!

To describe it as "nonsense, what the hell" is really appropriate.

Thinking that he had just explained the beauty of this bullshit to others, Han Zhaoxuan felt an indescribable nausea.

"Nothing is impossible. Use your brain and think about it. How can a work that has been praised in the history books be of this level? You can't even see through the beauty and ugliness, the good and the bad. How dare you?

Say you have artistic attainments?" Ye Xiao said lightly.

"I...I...I give up..."

Han Zhaoxuan was speechless for a moment and glanced at Ye Xiao, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

The current facts no longer require any further explanation.

After working on it for a long time, he looked at the fake calligraphy stickers with great interest and thought that he had high artistic attainments.

It's really too embarrassing.

Hearing Han Zhaoxuan take the initiative to admit defeat, the surrounding crowd reacted from the shock and burst into exclamations.

They never thought that what Ye Xiao said was true.

The copybooks hanging in the hall are really fake.

Thinking of what they had said before, they only felt their cheeks burning and hurting.

"Ye Xiao, how did you know that this copybook has another layer?" Qiao Wennai walked over, blinking his eyes and asked curiously.

"Actually, I traced the top layer, do you believe it?" Ye Xiao said with a smile.

"Hate, you're kidding me again."

"Since you don't believe it, then forget it." Ye Xiao said lightly.

A long time ago, this "Huang Ting Jing" was collected by Ye Xiao for a period of time.

At that time, Ye Xiao had a moment of fun and added another layer to the original copybook.

Unexpectedly, more than a thousand years have passed, and no one has discovered the secret. Instead, this layer of descriptions has been passed down from generation to generation as authentic works.

Regarding this, Ye Xiao was quite speechless.

"Da da da"

While the two people were talking, the sound of leather shoes came from far and near.

The owner of the leather shoes is a handsome old man, wearing a decent tuxedo and bow tie, and is walking towards Ye Xiao.

The crowd surrounding Ye Xiao spontaneously dispersed, making way for the old man.

They looked at the old man with surprise, awe, but mostly fear.

"Sir, my master invites you upstairs." The silver-haired old man stood in front of Ye Xiao, put one hand on his chest, bowed to Ye Xiao and saluted, and said respectfully.

"Your master?" Ye Xiao looked at the old man with interest and asked.

This old man has a golden elixir stage Dzogchen cultivation. Although he is respectful, he has a condescending arrogance. It is obvious that his background is not simple.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the housekeeper of Kong Mansion in Taishan. My master's name is Kong Xuelin." The old man said respectfully.
Chapter completed!