"Gather your spirits."

I still don't know the meaning of the spirit and spirit, but with the aftertaste of the previous drawing technique, in the short time that followed, Zhou Mingluo, who was still standing at the table with bated breath, gradually gained a trace of momentum.

This kind of momentum is a faint sense of solemnity caused by being too focused on something.

At this moment, Zhou Mingluo's entire mind had nothing but a piece of paper and a pen in front of him.

With a lightning shot, he grabbed the brush dipped in ink, and held the pen with a skillful hand, Zhou Mingluo immediately pasted the yellow rice paper with one right hand and danced.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Like a dragon entering the sea, and like an eagle striking the sky, a strange and mysterious curve, with the rotation of the brush and publicity, in the process of a drop of bean-sized wet sweat, but like mushrooms after a rain, from Zhou Mingluo's forehead whirring.

Every stroke, every stroke, seemed to have drained countless energy from his body, and even his mind was exhausted, but Zhou Mingluo did not hesitate or pause at the moment, but just followed the flow of the pen with all his concentration, and continued to pour his own essence into the talisman below.

In just over ten breaths, when the last stroke settled, Zhou Mingluo's mind, which had been tense, was released, and his whole body fell to the ground with a pop.

After slamming on the fairly clean floor, Zhou Mingluo also lost all consciousness after him.

A talisman, a simple and mysterious pattern, but only a dozen strokes, but it drained all the spirit and energy of his body.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that a shallow moan sounded from the ground, and Zhou Mingluo, who had been sleeping, gradually opened his eyes, and the moment he regained consciousness, a huge tiredness instantly swept through his body.

It's like an ordinary person who stayed up for two days and two nights without sleeping, tired and wanted to die, but then sprinted for a thousand meters under the inhuman torture of others, this kind of torture is enough to make any ordinary person want to die.

But no matter how sleepy he was, Zhou Mingluo still held his body to stay a little awake, took out his mobile phone from his arms, and only after confirming that the time on the mobile phone showed that he was only in a coma for more than ten minutes, he let go of his mind heavily.

"It's only been ten minutes, and I still have time to study this [Searching for Symbol], so I'm not in a hurry to go to the hospital to see Aunt Xiu."

Zhou Mingluo wanted to get up next time he was relaxed, but when he just staggered up from the ground, he accidentally slipped under his feet, and fell down again with a poof.

Although he protected his hands and feet in time at the moment of falling, he still caused a lot of trauma to his arms, and it hurt hotly.

"Damn!"

The legs were very weak, the back hurt, and all kinds of feelings did not emerge clearly until this moment, which made Zhou Mingluo couldn't help but scold, and began to gasp when he lay on the ground.

He really didn't know that after giving all his energy and energy when he drew the talisman, he would have such serious consequences for himself.

The only good thing is that he can feel his strength slowly recovering in his wakefulness.

"Forget it, let's rest for a while and then study this ghost talisman."

Helplessly paralyzed there to accept the reality zhou mingluo was like a dead dog and couldn t stop wheezing after about half an hour before he

He staggered to his feet again.

This time the situation is obviously much better, at least the action of getting up and standing can be done more easily.

"[Seeking Symbols], [Seeking Symbols] ......"

couldn't help but scold again, Zhou Mingluo first found a bottle of water in the room and poured it a few sips, moistening the dry throat that was almost on fire, and then turned to look at the square table.

After staring at the pattern for a moment, he propped himself up at the table and took the scissors he had bought earlier to cut a rectangular border along the corners of the talisman.

There is nothing special to pay attention to in the cutting of the talisman, as long as the stroke pattern is intact.

cut a rectangular frame in a regular manner, and when Zhou Mingluo took out the talisman, he carefully looked at it in front of his eyes for a moment, and a trace of strangeness rose in his heart for no reason.

No matter how you look at it, this looks like a ghost catcher in some ghost movies.

"It's so hard to pump, it should be useful."

After watching it silently for a moment, Zhou Mingluo's heart was hot, his mind flashed, and the talisman in his hand was like a thunderbolt passing by, and the breath turned into a yellow gas and disappeared into his eyes.

The next moment, as if he felt that his eyes suddenly soaked in a pool of warm water, warm and moist with a trace of coolness, Zhou Mingluo's vision became deep on the spot.

When he glanced at the square table in front of him, the wooden base of the square table began to become clear and transparent, as if it had become transparent glass, and everything was meticulously visible under Zhou Mingluo's gaze.

"Ahh

Perspective, really perspective, I have long understood the magic of yellow paper, and now I have witnessed a large number of strange scenes, and I have enough psychological preparation and expectation for the perspective effect of [Seeking Symbols], but when he can really see through the square table, and everything within a meter below the table, Zhou Mingluo still couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes were full of excitement.

This kind of perspective is centered on Zhou Mingluo to extend one meter in all directions, one meter from the top of the head up, from the soles of the feet to the next meter, Zhou Mingluo can not only see through the square table in front of him, but even the floor under his feet can be seen through, but after seeing through the floor, the one-meter range extending down is all empty air, but he can't see what is in the downstairs house.

However, Zhou Mingluo did not delve into these, but walked towards the messy antiques in the living room, [Looking for Symbols] is to provide convenience for finding real antiques.

He used to think that this room was full of guys who were brought in after an eye, but when he really had the ability to see, it was inevitable that the last trace of luck would rise in his heart, what if, what if there were really antiques in it?

Take a look!

Leaning over and grabbing a calligraphy and painting, the thin paper immediately became transparent and appeared in Zhou Mingluo's eyes, although the paper was very thin, but at this moment Zhou Mingluo still clearly saw two completely different effects.

That is, the antique color created on the surface of this calligraphy and painting, it looks like it has been stored for hundreds of years after oxidation, but except for the front and back two layers of surface, in fact, the paper inside this calligraphy and painting is actually new paper.

Indeed, a piece of paper has been stored for hundreds of years, but the air oxidation is enough to make it different from the newly made paper, and it is definitely a different color.

And this change permeates the whole paper, inside and out, all parts.

But this calligraphy and painting only looks like this on the surface, but inside it is new paper.

"It's a fake!"

If Zhou Mingluo used to appreciate antiques, he had to carefully distinguish the real from the fake through various other details, but now he has an obvious perception of fakes.

Let go of the calligraphy and painting, and grab a piece of porcelain casually, but the result made him smile bitterly, this porcelain is still like that, the porcelain that has survived for more than a hundred years and the recently newly made porcelain, the color of the porcelain clay is definitely different.

It's a pity that these fakes are made the same as the real ones on the outside, and it is impossible for him to directly smash the porcelain to see the color of the porcelain clay inside when he buys it, and he was deceived by the almost fake method.

It was only a few minutes, and Zhou Mingluo, relying on his perspective ability, put down the last collection in a dejected manner, and had to admit that these twenty things were all fakes.

Of course, this is not to say that the authenticity of an antique, as long as you look at the degree of new and old can be judged, if someone really thinks so, it is a big mistake, such as the current cost technology wants to imitate the calligraphy and painting of which celebrity in ancient times, it is completely possible to find a piece of paper of that era, and then let modern people copy and fake.

If Zhou Mingluo completely relied on the new and old antique materials to distinguish the real from the fake, he would definitely be cheated and even his parents would not recognize him.

Not only calligraphy and painting, but also porcelain.

The porcelain of the same era is also precious and worthless, such as the famous Song porcelain, which belongs to the five kilns of Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun and Ding, and the value of folk porcelain at the same time is much lower.

But I have to say that whether it is the five official kilns or the private kilns, if you only judge from the new and old degree of the material, it is absolutely the same.

If you don't have the knowledge of the corresponding eyesight, you just want to rely on the old and new materials, which will really make people collapse.

He was able to identify a room full of twenty antiques so quickly because the room was full of newly made fakes, all of which were low-end fakes.

"[Searching for Symbols] only provides me with the most basic means of identifying counterfeits, and the most important thing is to rely on my own ability to find antiques, but even so, I have a strong advantage over ordinary people."

Putting down the last fake, Zhou Mingluo's eyes were full of excitement.

(ps: I stayed up late yesterday and woke up a little late, hey, ask for recommendations, member clicks, favorites~)