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Half ninety for those who travel a hundred miles? What does this mean, almost all Westerners have a question mark in their minds, for them the Chinese language art is too profound for them to understand; But the minds of the few Chinese present showed another idea, what is this young man going to do, does he seem to be sighing at this sword, is he a swordsman?

Xiangjian Master, several Chinese who came looked at Liu Sheng with some astonishment, this profession is a mysterious profession in ancient times, every time it appears, it will gain a respected status, and it will be famous in the history of China, such as Xue Candle, Zeng Congzi is such a person, I did not expect that a profession that has not been seen for thousands of years actually appeared in front of people's eyes again, but unfortunately now is the era of hot weapons, even the appearance of Xiangjian Master may be as brilliant as a flower

"Liu, are you a swordsman, what do you mean?" Eskenaz felt that he was already friends with Liu Sheng, and asked the doubts in his heart without any scruples.

Eskenaz also asked everyone's voice, everyone wanted to know the meaning of Liu Sheng's words, whether Chinese or foreigners present are now confused by the clouds and mountains and fog.

"The person who walks a hundred miles is half ninety, which means in China that a person who can walk the goal of a hundred miles is half less than a person who has walked a ninety mile road. The closer you get to success, the more difficult it is, and the more you have to take it seriously. It is often used to encourage people to do things well and finish well. But when I saw the sword, I began to feel sorry for the swordsmith. Liu Sheng explained.

"Mr. Liu, what do you mean by that?" James saw that Liu Sheng didn't mean to prove the authenticity of the Baili Sword at all. Said with some impatience. After all, whether it's true or not. It's a big blow to Christie's, and it takes countless manpower and material resources to restore its reputation.

"Mr. James, please rest easy, and I'll prove it in a moment." Looking at James's appearance, Liu Sheng was a little funny, and he had long since lost his unbeatable appearance when he insisted on auctioning China's national treasures.

"This sword should also be from the handwriting of a sword-casting master, but it's a pity that this master doesn't know what the reason is, and the fire is a little lacking, so that this sword is unpopular, otherwise it will definitely not be inferior to the so-called Baili Sword." Liu Sheng stroked the sword body like a lover. Full of regret.

"What? Liu, are you sure that this is the failure of a swordsmith? Eskenaz is a little lively in his heart, people don't just like some antiques nowadays, most people still like art, and if his company launches a peerless divine weapon, it will definitely be a good gimmick.

"Mr. Eskenazi, I think your wish may have been frustrated." Liu Sheng unconsciously stroked the sword body again, and couldn't help but show a little sadness in his heart.

"For what?" Eskenazi looked at Liu Sheng with some astonishment, not at all surprised that he could see through his intentions, after all, not everyone is stupid.

Could it be that this swordsmith is a hermit, and money and interests can't impress people at all. But it doesn't make sense, if that's the case, then the sword won't be at Christie's auction. Since the statue of the white jade Laozi, Eskenaz has affirmed Liu Sheng's identification skills, he said that this sword is a fake, and he also chose to trust it in his heart.

"He's dead." Liu Sheng felt that his heart was filled with sadness, since ancient times, the swordsmith and the phase swordsmith have been connected, there is a special telepathy between them, not to mention that he felt the powerlessness when his life was cut off on the sword.

"What?" Everyone looked at Liu Sheng in astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost, and their hearts were also full of doubts, feeling that Liu Sheng was talking nonsense at all, James even thought that Liu Sheng was stalling for time, he couldn't find any evidence to prove that this Baili Sword was a fake, and he was ready to let his auction go to ruin completely.

"Mr. Liu, this is nonsense at all, now what we are talking about is whether this Baili Sword is a fake, if you can't say it, then I will ask the security guard to invite you out, you are not welcome in our Christie's auction." James now regrets it very much, and he doesn't know what medicine he just took to believe his nonsense.

"Hehe, why can't Mr. James hold his breath?" Liu Sheng looked at James playfully, he just deliberately changed the topic, the longer the time will have on Christie's, the greater the impact on Christie's, and today we must teach this incredible Christie's auction house an impressive lesson.

"Hmph, you'd better prove it to everyone obediently." James looked at Liu Sheng with an iron face, the anger in his heart had already reached the verge of exploding, if it weren't for the fear of giving everyone the impression that Christie's was strong, he would have driven Liu Sheng out of Lu a long time ago.

"Can I understand that you are threatening me?" Liu Sheng squinted his eyes and said solemnly. "Mr. Eskenazi, you have a lot of contacts in Europe, and I would like you to help me get a lawyer."

"Uh." Eskenaz had a feeling of lying down, looked at Liu Sheng with a wry smile, and persuaded James: "My old fellow, can you give this young man some more time, I believe he will give you a reasonable explanation." ”

"Hmph." James sat down hatefully, Eskenaz has an unparalleled influence in the whole of Europe, especially in the art world, not to mention that Eskenaz is still his friend for many years, this face has to be given, and after the auction is over, you must find out who gave him the invitation, James's gray-brown eyes flashed with danger.

"Since Mr. Eskenaz has said it, then I will get down to business and directly prove that this sword is a fake." For the sake of Eskenazi's efforts to defend himself everywhere, Liu Sheng is not overly aggressive, after all, this is not China, it is not his own territory, and he can't do whatever he wants.

"Wait, Mr. Liu, can you tell me what you are doing to be sure that the swordsmith is dead." Suddenly, Mr. Chen in the back row stood up and interrupted Liu Sheng.

"yes, we're interested, too." Annie, the wife of the president of the BMW Group, also said with interest, followed by many European tycoons, and this kind of fun at the auction is not something that can be encountered every time.

James's face turned green when he heard this, Nima, what is the situation, is it because he didn't look at the yellow calendar at the auction today? The passing year is not good, it seems that the auction in the future must turn over the yellow calendar, determine the auspicious day of the zodiac, and then hold the auction, James thought secretly in his heart.

No one realized that James really bought a yellow calendar at the next auction, and made a lot of money all of a sudden, and the things that the people liked to see actually began to be exported to earn foreign exchange, even the initiator Liu Sheng didn't expect that the export of the yellow calendar was actually because of him.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story before I tell you about it." Looking at the pairs of curious eyes below, Liu Sheng's heart had already blossomed, but he didn't expect someone to give him a pillow when he was sleepy.

There is such a story in "The Tale of Oupi Fisherman", which is about Fu Qingzhu, a great calligrapher and great doctor in the early Qing Dynasty. Once Fu Qingzhu was drunk and wrote a wild grass, he went to sleep, and when he got up the next day, he looked at it again, and suddenly became stunned, saying that his life would not last long. When his son asked him why, he said that he could see from the words that he was dying and that his life was imminent. Only then did Fu Qingzhu's son admit that this painting was not written by you, father, but by me after you slept last night. Lord Fu Qing was even more sad, saying that even if this is the case, I am afraid that your life will not last long. Soon after the incident, Fu Qingzhu's son died, which was a very big blow to Fu Qingzhu.

"Oh, MYGOD, there is such a person." All the Westerners in the audience showed shocked expressions, this is simply a dialogue with God; And the rich from China are thoughtful.

"In fact, Fu Qingzhu's ability is not so unusual, but it is just a kind of hope, he is good at looking at qi, which can accurately capture the essence of life and death, and the sword is also a kind of hope, not only observing the temperament of the sword, but also observing the operation of the swordsmith's qi, and when I observed this sword, I felt that there were two breaths in the sword that would not be broken, one with the golden wind sharp, obviously this is the breath of the sword body, and the other breath has a few different attachments and the blazing sunset, It can be said that this sword was supposed to carry all the hopes of the swordsmith himself, and it was supposed to be a masterpiece, but it fell short in the end, so I concluded that the swordsmith was dead. Although Liu Sheng spoke eloquently, his words inadvertently carried a little depression and respect.

"In order to pay tribute to this swordsmith and let him rest in peace, the famous sword cannot bear the shame of being a fake, and now I will remove his disguise in the presence of everyone." Liu Sheng suddenly said with a straight face.

Liu Sheng held the sword in his arms as if he was holding the moon in his arms, ignoring its sharp edge, ten fingers flicked continuously, two pairs of slender fingers continued to hit the spine of the sword like rain hitting the plantain, and the sound of clanging sounds, like a jade plate falling beads crisp agitation, as if the iron horse was prominent with swords and guns, a song of ten sides ambush agitation reached the highest peak, suddenly stopped, and the strings broke.

"What do you see?" Suddenly, the people in the front row stared at the sword in Liu Sheng's hand as if they had seen a ghost, and the cold and sharp sword body suddenly faded its gorgeous appearance and became dull, like an ugly duckling that no one cared about.

"How did you do that?" (To be continued......)