An inexplicable sentence caused a lot of boos.

Lei Tao took out a small dagger from his waist and handed it to Liu Wuxie.

Under everyone's gaze, Liu Wuxian waved his dagger fiercely and slashed towards the mountains and rivers on the square table.

"Brother Liu, stop!"

Du Mingze was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and exclaimed loudly, telling Liu Wuxian 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 the will of martial arts, which cannot be measured by gold coins.

Crazy Zhan's eyes shrank, it was too late to stop it, this was painted by the ancestor of the mad family, if it was destroyed in the hands of outsiders, it would undoubtedly be a humiliation for the madman.

"Did he let the door clamp his head, what a painting, why cut him with a dagger. ”

In case Haru looked frightened, he took a few steps back, not daring to get too close to avoid being infected.

Everyone's face was full of horror, their eyes widened, and they watched the dagger go down, and Lei Tao sat weakly on the chair behind him: "It's over, it's all over." ”

What he felt sorry for was not a million gold coins, but this painting, which offended the madman, unless it was the pavilion master who came, with a fierce fighting character, he would never let Liu Wuxian leave.

Xiao Mingyi let out a sneer, he didn't feel sorry for the million gold coins, it was a big deal to find Bi Gongyu for compensation, as long as he could humiliate Liu Wuxie, it was worth it.

Xue Qiu gloated, his hands were clasped around his chest, and his eyes flashed with a fierce murderous aura.

"Whew!"

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

"Boy, you are so bold, in front of me, destroy the famous paintings of the madman, I will crush you to ashes. ”

The frenzied battle walked towards Liu Wuxian step by step, and with each step, the killing intent on his body condensed a point, forming a substance, suffocating momentum, filling every inch of space, and many people with low strength trembled.

"Isn't it too early for the mad old man to get angry now. ”

Liu Wuxian let out a contemptuous laugh, the second elder of the dignified mad family, who didn't even distinguish between truth and falsehood, made him show a trace of disdain.

The young man in white, who came with the crazy old man, stepped forward quickly, wanting to take a look.

"Brother Liu, why do you bother, such a good painting, just ruined like this. ”

Du Mingze looked distressed, and regretted again and again, one million gold coins, the mountains and rivers containing the will of martial arts, were destroyed in Liu Wuxie's hands.

Glancing at Du Mingze out of the corner of his eye, Liu Wuxian did not answer, suddenly grabbed the corner of the mountain and river map, and pulled out a silk-like thing, which became longer and longer, and the picture on the scroll, as more and more silk threads were pulled out, the bottom became more and more blurred.

The dagger cut the silk thread and held it in his hand: "The crazy old man paints, has been using good ink Xuan paper, the lower layer of the paper is paved with first-class spring silk, the silk thread is light green, the spring silk tension is very strong, and the picture quality is more beautiful, this silk thread is the winter silk soaked in blood, you tell me, this painting is written by the crazy old?"

Liu Wuxian threw the silk thread in front of the furious battle, let him see it for himself, without cutting the portrait, he couldn't see the internal situation at all, the surface layer was indeed made of good ink paper, but he didn't expect that there was a problem with the silk laid on the lower layer.

Each painting of the madman is made in three layers, with a layer of ink paper on the surface, spring silk in the middle, and a first-class oilcloth on the bottom layer, so that ordinary people can't see what is used in the middle.

The ghost pupil technique can see through everything, and you can see at a glance that this painting is imitated by a master, and the brushwork and trajectory are seven points similar to the crazy old man.

The crazy old man picked up the silk and sniffed it carefully, there were indeed traces of reckless blood soaked on it, this painting was at most fifteen years, the crazy old crane was more than a hundred years, the last painting before his death was more than a hundred years, this one was obviously made of post-processing.

"He'er, what do you think?"

Give the encroachment in his hand to the young man in white next to him and let him see what is going on.

After taking the winter silk, like a frantic battle, he sniffed it, frowned, took out a special bronze mirror from his arms, and put the winter silk on it, and there was a strange smell.

"Elder Hui, this is indeed winter silk soaked in reckless blood, not spring silk that our madmen are good at. ”

Although the spring silkworm and the winter silkworm are spinning silk, there is a difference between heaven and earth, the spring silk of the mad family is extremely expensive, almost impossible to buy on the market, they are fed with special medicinal materials every day, and the green silk spit out has a faint fragrance.

"Boy, maybe this painting is ingenious and has found another way, and you can't rely on winter silk to deny that this painting is not written by a crazy old man. ”

Xiao Mingyi stood up and questioned Liu Wuxie's words, the signature on it, and the style of painting were exactly the same as the crazy old man.

These words attracted the approval of many people, reaching the realm of crazy old people, it is possible to find another way, only the crazy old man and the young man in white, with their eyebrows tightly locked.

Liu Wuxian glanced at Xiao Mingyi as if he was looking at a fool, and no one stood up to refute it, you jumped out, don't you think it's enough for me to slap your face.

"Mad Elder, every painting of your mad family is painted with the liquid ground from the dark ink stone, the liquid ground out of the dark ink stone has a little benefit, it does not melt when it encounters water, even if the whole painting falls into the water, the portrait is still lifelike for the rest of your life, am I right?"

This is no secret for a long time, the dark ink stone is the unique secret technique of the madman, and the madman has not much left, the liquid after grinding, it is also necessary to add a medicinal material, mainly waterproof, this medicinal material, is the secret of the madman.

"You're right, every painting of our madman is made of a liquid made from the grinding of dark stone. ”

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

"Lei Tao, get a bowl of water!"

With a summon, Lei Tao hurriedly got up, picked up a broken bowl, scooped out a bowl of water from the groove next to him, and brought it to Liu Wuxian.

In front of everyone, the clear water was poured into the picture scroll, and a strange scene appeared, the mountains and rivers on the picture scroll were a little blurred, like a ball of paste, and it was pitch black, and it was impossible to distinguish that this was a picture of mountains and rivers.

"This ......"

The scene in front of them subverted their cognition, it is no secret that the madman's painting does not melt when it encounters water, this painting is contaminated with a little water, and all the ink on it is dissolved, which is also incredible.

Obviously!

This painting is not written by a mad old man, but a high imitation, and the key imitation has no technical content.

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

Xiao Mingyi was stunned in place, his mouth was wide open, he spent a million gold coins to buy a fake painting?

Liu Wuxie's every word, like an invisible slap, slapped his face fiercely, crackling!

The people around him, their faces were hot, they were panicked, they were mocking Liu Wuxian just now, but now it's good, people can see at a glance that this is a fake painting, and it is unacceptable for a while.

Du Mingze turned his head, unwilling to face Liu Wuxie, this kid is a bit evil, the painting is so realistic, even the crazy old man can't tell how he did it, find out that there is a problem with the silk in the middle.

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

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

"Brother Liu, we were all fooled, since it was a fake painting, I apologize to Brother Liu for what happened just now. ”

This attitude change is smacking, just now he had an attitude of wanting to force Liu Wuxian to death, and suddenly apologized, this person is really two-faced, if you are not careful, you will be stabbed to death.

In case Chun and Xue Qiu hurriedly took a step back, just now they were mocking Liu Wuxie, standing up at this time, they would definitely be ruthlessly slapped in the face by him, they were all dignified alchemists, they were ridiculed by others, and they couldn't raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

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

looked at Xiao Mingyi, the latter had a hideous face, and he couldn't bite Liu Wuxian to death in one bite, it was a million gold coins, and it was just like that, and there was no sound.

"Boy, no matter how bad this painting is, it is worth tens of thousands of gold coins just by virtue of the painting workmanship, 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 takes a very high painting attainment to imitate it, to the extent that it is fake and real, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

The feng shui in the painting is no different from the crazy old man's book, and the person who can do this can do it, and the person who paints is by no means an ordinary person, at least a famous person.

"Since you still don't give up, I'll beat you completely until you're convinced. ”

A sneer flashed in Liu Wuxie's eyes, and today he will completely step on this Xiao Mingyi under his feet, so that he will never be able to get up.

Everyone was also curious, the level of this painting was extremely high, and the furious battle did not have this level, and it was perfectly reproduced.

At this point, it is difficult to talk about the wild battle, this painting is indeed not the work of crazy old people, and they are also blinded.

"Who has paper and pen!"

Liu Wuxian asked at the crowd if he needed paper and pens to buy some things.

"I have!"

The white-clothed young man beside him took out paper and pen from the storage bag, placed them on the square table, and then stepped aside.

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

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

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

Xiao Mingyi and the others were stunned, and they were completely confused.

Lei Tao is very efficient, in less than a stick of incense, all the things he needs are bought, in addition to rice paper, there are some pigments and other things, neatly placed on the square table.

"Painting is not necessarily a stroke of sketch, there is another method, rubbing!"

Pick up the copper basin I bought, pour those pigments into it, and mix it, which makes many people puzzled, what the hell is rubbing.

Every step seems to be bland and unremarkable, without the slightest technical content, but it makes everyone present watch it with relish, for fear of missing a certain link.

The mad old man's gaze firmly locked Liu Wuxie's hands, so as not to miss something, he was a spiritual realm, and he could do the ability to never forget.

Rubbing is not a magical skill, they will know in a moment.