Chapter 005: Transparency

  "Concentrate your spirit."

  Still unaware of the meaning of Jing Qi Shen, but as he savored the previous brushwork techniques, in a short period of time, Zhou Ming Luo, who was originally standing still and holding his breath in front of the desk, gradually gained an almost imperceptible aura.

  This atmosphere is a faintly solemn feeling produced by being overly focused on something.

  At this moment, Zhou Ming's entire mind was focused on nothing but the piece of paper in front of him and a pen.

  Lightning-fast, he suddenly grabbed the inked brush and held it with a practiced hand, and with his right hand stuck to the yellow rice paper, dragons and phoenixes danced.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Like a dragon entering the sea, like an eagle striking the vast sky, one by one, strange and mysterious curves, with the rotation of that brush, unfolded, in the process, drop by drop, bean-sized wet sweat, but like spring bamboo shoots after rain, from Zhou Ming's forehead, gushing out.

  Every stroke, every line, seemed to drain countless energies from his body, even his spirit was exhausted, but Zhou Ming Luo at this moment did not hesitate or stop, he just focused on the pen and continued to pour his energy into the talisman below.

  In just over ten breaths, when the last stroke fell, Zhou Ming's tightly strung mind suddenly relaxed with a crash, and his entire body thudded to the ground.

  After heavily hitting the relatively clean floor, Zhou Ming Luo also lost all consciousness.

  A single stroke, a simple yet mysterious pattern, with only a few dozen strokes, but it has drained all his spiritual energy and physical strength.

  It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that a faint groan came from the ground, and Zhou Ming Luo, who had been in a daze, slowly opened his eyes. The moment he regained consciousness, a massive fatigue swept through his entire body.

  It's like an ordinary person has been sleepless for two days and two nights, exhausted to the point of death, yet still managed to sprint a thousand meters under someone else's inhuman torture, which is enough to make any ordinary person want to die.

  No matter how tired he was, Zhou Ming Luo still propped himself up to stay awake a bit, took out his phone from his pocket, and only after confirming that the time on his phone showed that he had been unconscious for just over ten minutes did he finally put his mind at ease.

  "It's just a few minutes, I still have plenty of time to study this Wenwen symbol, and I'm not in a hurry to rush to the hospital to see Xiuniang."

  His mind relaxed and he thought of getting up next Monday, but as soon as he got up from the ground with a shake, he accidentally slipped under his feet and fell down again with a thud.

  Although I protected my hands and feet in time when I fell, my arms still suffered a considerable impact, burning pain.

  "Awesome!"

  His legs were so weak, his waist and back ached, all sorts of feelings that had been unclear until now suddenly became clear, which made Zhou Mingluo unable to help but curse loudly, and he fell to the ground and started panting.

  He really didn't know that after putting out all his energy and spirit when drawing talismans, it would have such severe consequences for himself.

  The only good thing was that in his sober state, he could also feel his strength slowly recovering bit by bit.

  "Never mind, let's take a rest first and then study this weird symbol again."

  Helplessly lying there accepting reality, Zhou Ming Luo was like a dying dog, panting non-stop for about half an hour before he finally...

  He got up again, swaying unsteadily.

  This time it's much better, at least getting up and standing is relatively easy.

  "Quest for the literary symbol..., Quest for the literary symbol......"

  He couldn't help but let out another low curse, and Zhou Ming first found a bottle of water in the room and gulped down a few mouthfuls to moisten his dry, almost burning throat. Only then did he turn around to look at the square table, where the corner of the 64-color brochure was lying flat with a mysterious pattern on it.

  He stared at the pattern for a moment, then propped himself up on the table and used his new scissors to cut along the edge of the talisman, cutting out a rectangular border.

  The cutting of Fu Lu Shou does not need special attention, as long as the strokes and patterns are completely preserved.

  A rectangular frame was cut out, and when the talisman was taken out, it was carefully placed in front of the eyes for a moment. For no reason, a strange feeling arose in the heart.

  No matter how you look at it, this is just like some ghost movie's ghost-catching charm.

  "With such a strong suction power, it should be useful."

  He gazed quietly for a moment, and Zhou Mingluo's heart suddenly felt a surge of heat. His thoughts flashed, and the talisman in his hand was like a bolt of lightning that flashed by, transforming into a yellow gas that entered his eyes.

  The next moment, as if he felt his eyes suddenly plunged into a warm water, warmth and moisture with a hint of coolness, Zhou Ming Luo's line of sight became deep and profound.

  As he looked forward at the square table, the wooden base of the table began to become clear and transparent, as if it had turned into transparent glass. Everything was revealed under Zhou Ming Luo's gaze.

  "Ah!"

  Clairvoyance, it's really clairvoyance. I've long had some understanding of the magic of yellow paper. Today, I also witnessed a string of strange visions and was fully psychologically prepared for and expecting the clairvoyant effect of [Mòu Wén Fú]. But when he actually could see through the square table and everything within a one-meter range below it, Zhōu Míng Luò couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, his eyes filled with excitement.

  This clairvoyance is centered on Zhou Ming Luo and extends in all directions within a range of one meter, from the top of his head to one meter upwards, and from the soles of his feet to one meter downwards. Except for being able to see through the table in front of him, Zhou Ming Luo can even see through the floor under his feet, but after seeing through the floor, the one-meter range extending downwards is all empty air, and he cannot see what is inside the rooms downstairs.

  However, Zhou Ming Luo did not delve deeper into this and instead propped himself up to walk towards the messy antiques in the living room. The "Mysterious Symbol" was meant to provide convenience for finding genuine antiques after all.

  He used to think that this house was full of fakes, but now that he had the ability to see through things, a glimmer of hope still rose in his heart. What if, what if there really were antiques inside?

  Take a look!

  He bent down and picked up a calligraphy, scanned it with his eyes, and the thin paper immediately became transparent, presenting itself in front of Zhou Mingluo's eyes. Although the paper was very thin, at this moment, Zhou Mingluo still clearly saw two completely different effects.

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

  Indeed, a piece of paper stored for over a hundred years will have undergone enough oxidation from the air alone to make it vastly different in color from newly made paper.

  And this change is permeating every part of the entire paper, inside and out.

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

  "It's indeed fake!"

  If it's said that Zhou Ming used to carefully examine antiques and distinguish between genuine and fake through various details, now he has a clear intuition about counterfeit goods.

  He put down the calligraphy and picked up a porcelain piece, only to be disappointed again. The porcelain was still the same - the color of the ceramic soil was absolutely different between those that had been around for over a hundred years and those that were recently made.

  Unfortunately, these fakes are made to look the same as the real thing on the outside, and when he buys them, it's not possible for him to smash open the porcelain to check the color of the clay inside, so he ends up being deceived by those almost-real techniques.

  It only took a few minutes for Zhou Mingluo to put down the last item he had collected, relying on his clairvoyant ability, and he couldn't help but admit that all of these twenty or so items were fakes.

  Of course, this is not to say that the authenticity of an antique can be determined by simply looking at its age. If someone really thinks that way, it's a big mistake. For example, if you want to imitate the calligraphy or painting of a famous person from ancient times using modern techniques, you can just find a piece of paper from that era and have a modern person forge a fake one.

  If Zhou Ming Luo completely relies on the material of antiques to distinguish between true and false, he will definitely be deceived to the point where even his parents won't recognize him.

  It's not just calligraphy and painting, porcelain is also like this.

  Porcelain of the same era has both precious and worthless ones. For example, the famous Song Dynasty porcelain is mostly valued for Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, and Ding kilns, while folk porcelain of the same time period is much less valuable.

  But it must be said that whether it is one of the five famous kilns or a folk kiln, if only judging from the newness and oldness of the material, they are absolutely the same.

  If you don't have the knowledge of corresponding eye power and just want to distinguish between new and old materials, it will really make people collapse.

  He was able to identify so quickly that the twenty or so antiques in this house were all newly made fakes, all of which were low-end counterfeit goods.

  "The [Mo Wen Fu] only provided me with the most basic means of identifying authenticity, but I still have to rely on my own abilities to find antiques. However, even so, I have an extremely strong advantage compared to ordinary people."

  As he put down the last fake product, Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly welled up with excitement.

  (ps: stayed up late last night, woke up a bit late, hey, seeking recommendations, member clicks, and collections~)