A mysterious sentence that brought a lot of hisses.

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

  Under everyones gaze, Liu Wuxie ruthlessly swung down his dagger and slashed towards the Shanhe Map on the table.

  "Brother Liu, stop!"

  Du Mingze was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, loudly shouting for Liu Wuxie to stop immediately.

  "Hes gone mad, he must have gone mad!"

  The onlookers let out a collective gasp of amazement, this landscape painting is worth one million gold coins, more importantly, it contains the will of martial arts, which cannot be measured by gold coins.

  Kuangs eyes narrowed, wanting to stop it, but it was already too late. This was a painting by the Kuang familys ancestors, and if it were to be destroyed at the hands of an outsider, it would undoubtedly be a humiliation for the Kuang family in terms of their artistic skills.

  "Is his head squeezed by the door or something? A good painting like that, why did he have to cut it open with a dagger?"

  In case Chuns face revealed terror, he retreated several steps back, not daring to get too close, for fear of being infected.

  Everyones face was filled with terror, their eyes wide open, staring at the dagger as it went down. Lei Tao sat weakly in the chair behind him: "Its all over, everything is over."

  What he regretted was not the one million gold coins, but this painting. Offending the Crazy House, unless its the Sect Master himself who comes, with Crazy Wars personality, he absolutely wont let Liu Wuxie leave.

  Xiao Mingyi let out a cold laugh, and didnt mind the loss of one million gold coins. At worst, he could just get Bi Gongyu to compensate him for it. As long as he could thoroughly humiliate Liu Wuxie, it would be worth it.

  Xue Ous face was filled with schadenfreude, his hands clasped behind his back, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

  "Hiss!"

  A corner of the landscape painting was cut off, and a crack appeared in the intact landscape painting. Even the most skilled craftsmen could not repair it, and the entire painting was completely scrapped.

  "You little brat, you have a big nerve, destroying the Crazy Familys famous painting right in front of me. Ill crush your bones to dust!"

  Kuang Zhan took a step by step towards Liu Wu Xie, with each step, the killing intent on his body condensed and solidified, forming an overwhelming aura that suffocated everyone, filling every inch of space. Many weaklings trembled with fear.

  "The old man is now furious, isnt it too early?"

  Liu Wuxie let out a scornful laugh. The two elders of the Crazy House, who couldnt even tell what was real or fake, made him reveal a hint of disdain.

  The young man in white who came with Crazy Old rushed forward quickly, wanting to take a look.

  "Brother Liu! Why did you have to do this? A good painting was ruined just like that."

  Du Mingzes face was filled with pain and regret, repeatedly sighing in lamentation. The "Mountain and River Map", which contained the will of martial arts and was worth one million gold coins, was destroyed by Liu Wuxie.

  She glanced at Du Mingze with the corner of her eye, and Liu Wuxie didnt respond. Suddenly, she grabbed a corner of the Shanhe Map and pulled out a thread-like thing that resembled silk. The more she pulled, the longer it became. As the silk threads were pulled out, the paintings on the scroll became increasingly blurred at the bottom.

  He cut open the silk thread, holding it in his hand: "The old man painted with the best ink and Xuan paper. Under the paper, a layer of first-class spring silkworm silk was laid, and the silk thread showed a light green color. The spring silkworm silk had great tension, which made the painting quality even more beautiful. This silkworm thread is soaked in wolfs blood, winter silkworm silk. You tell me, is this painting painted by the old man?

  Liu Wuxie threw the silk thread in front of Kuang Zhan, letting him see for himself. Without cutting open the painting, it was impossible to see the internal situation. The surface layer indeed used top-quality ink and Xuan paper, but unexpectedly, there was a problem with the mulberry silk laid underneath.

  Each of Kuangs paintings is made in three layers, with the top layer being ink on Xuan paper, the middle layer covered with spring silkworm silk, and the bottom layer sealed with first-class oilcloth, so that ordinary people cant see whats used in the middle.

  The Ghostly Gaze can see through everything, and with one glance, its clear that this painting is an imitation by a master, the brushwork and trajectory are 70% similar to those of Crazy Old Man.

  The old man picked up the silk, smelled it carefully, and indeed there were traces of ink stains on it. This painting is at most fifteen years old, but the old mans crane is over a hundred years old. His last painting before his death has exceeded a hundred years, and this one was obviously made in the later period.

  "Heer, what do you think?"

  Hand over the silkworm in your hand to the young man in white beside you and let him see whats going on.

  He took over the winter silkworm, just like a mad war, smelled it, frowned, and took out a special copper mirror from his pocket. He put the winter silkworm on it, and a strange and pungent smell suddenly emerged.

  "Go back to the elder, this is indeed winter silkworm silk soaked in mangchu blood, not the spring silkworm silk that our clan is good at using."

  Although both spring silkworms and winter silkworms produce silk, there is a world of difference between them. The Kong family uses spring silkworm silk, which is extremely expensive and almost impossible to buy on the market. They feed them special medicinal herbs every day, and the green silk they produce has a faint fragrance.

  "Little one, perhaps this painting is an unconventional work of the Old Master, taking a different path. Just because it doesnt resemble his usual style in Winter Silkworms doesnt mean we can deny that this painting isnt also his work."

  Xiao Mingyi stepped forward and questioned Liu Wuxies words, signature, and painting style, which were exactly the same as Kuang Laos.

  These words won many peoples approval, reaching the realm of Kuang Lao. It is also possible to take a different path, but only Kuang Lao and the white-clothed youth had their brows furrowed.

  Liu Wuxie looked at Xiao Mingyi with a silly expression, and the other family members didnt even stand up to refute him. You jumped out, arent you afraid that Im not hitting your face enough?

  "Old Man Kuang, each of your familys paintings uses a liquid made from grinding the mysterious ink stone. This liquid has one advantage: it doesnt dissolve in water. Even if the entire painting falls into water and is fished out again, the image will still be vivid and lifelike. Is what Im saying correct?"

  Its no longer a secret that the Xuanmo Stone is a unique skill of the Kuang family, and the Kuang family has very few left. After grinding, the liquid needs to be added with a medicine, mainly for waterproofing, this medicine is a secret that the Kuang family does not pass on.

  "What you said is right, our familys paintings all use liquid ground from mysterious ink stones."

  Kuang Zhan nodded, although he didnt want to admit it, every word that Liu Wuxie said made him unable to refute.

  "Lei Tuo, bring me a bowl of water!"

  At the summons, Lei Tong hastily got up, picked up a broken bowl, scooped out a bowl of water from the recessed groove beside him, and presented it to Liu Wuxie.

  In front of everyone, clear water was poured onto the painting, and a strange scene appeared. The landscape painting on the painting became blurred bit by bit, like a lump of paste, black and indistinguishable, and it could no longer be told that it was a landscape painting.

  "This..."

  The scene before their eyes overturned their understanding. The Crazy Houses painting, which was not affected by water, was no longer a secret. This painting stained with a little water, and the ink on it completely dissolved, which was also unthinkable.

  Obviously!

  This painting is not painted by Crazy Old Man, but a high imitation, and the key point of imitation has no technical connotation.

  The lower half of the Shanhe Map has become blurred and unclear, and after being washed by water flow, it is completely scrapped.

  Xiao Mingyi was stunned on the spot, his mouth wide open. He spent one million gold coins to buy a fake painting?

  Each word from Liu Wuxie was like an invisible slap in the face, slapping him hard, making a loud cracking sound!

  The people around, their faces flushed with anxiety, were just mocking Liu Wuxie earlier. Now its good that someone can see at a glance that this is a fake painting, and for the time being, they cannot accept it.

  Du Mingze turned his head away, unwilling to face Liu Wuxie directly. This kid was a bit sinister, and the painting was so realistic that even Crazy Old Man couldnt tell it apart. How did he do it? He found out that there was a problem with the intermediate padding of silk.

  "Du brother, dont you have an opinion on this?"

  Liu Wuxie suddenly asked with a sly smile, Du Mingze knew he couldnt hide it anymore, turned his head around, and put on a smiling face.

  "Brother Liu is a great talent, we were all deceived. Since its a fake painting, I apologize to Brother Liu for what happened earlier."

  This sudden change in attitude is astonishing, just a moment ago he was trying to force Liu Wuxie to his death, and now hes apologizing. This person is truly two-faced and treacherous, if youre not careful, hell stab you in the back.

  Just in case, Chun and Xue Chou hastily retreated a step back, earlier they had not been stingy with their ridicule of Liu Wu Xie, now standing out, would definitely suffer his ruthless slap in the face, they were all proud alchemists, being ridiculed by others, for a lifetime unable to hold their heads up.

  "Xiao brother, Ive ruined one of your famous paintings, Im really sorry."

  His gaze turned to Xiao Mingyi, who had a ferocious expression, as if he could kill Liu Wuxie with one bite. That was one million gold coins, and it was all for nothing, without even making a sound.

  "Kid, this painting is worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins just for its craftsmanship. You just said its not even worth ten gold coins, what do you mean by that?"

  Xiao Mingyi gritted his teeth and said, "Its not easy to imitate a painting. It requires extremely high artistic skills to reach the level of being almost indistinguishable from the real thing. This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do."

  The painting of Feng Shui is no different from the works of Crazy Old Man, to achieve this level, the painter must be a master of a prestigious school.

  "Since you still dont give up, Ill thoroughly beat you until you surrender."

  Liu Wuxies eyes flashed with a cold smile, today he would thoroughly trample Xiao Mingyi under his feet, letting him never get back up again.

  Everyone was also very curious, this painting is extremely high-level, even Crazy War didnt have this level, perfectly replicated.

  It has come to this, and the crazy war is not good at talking. This painting is indeed not a work of Crazy Old Man, they have also been deceived by others.

  "Who has paper and pen!"

  Liu Wuxie asked the crowd in the morning, he needed paper and pen, and bought some things over.

  "I have!"

  A young man in white stood beside him, took out paper and pen from his storage bag, placed them on the square table, and then retreated to one side.

  Picked up paper and pen, wrote a dozen or so materials, all of which were common things on the market.

  "Lei Tao, grab a copy of the stuff above and hurry back."

  Taking the bill, Lei Tao quickly ran out, and the onlookers grew in number. What had just happened was too thrilling and exciting, especially Liu Wuxies sudden reversal, which left people at a loss for what to do.

  Xiao Mingyi and others were beaten, dazed and confused, completely in a state of confusion.

  Lei Taos efficiency was very high, and within the time it took to burn an incense stick, all the necessary items were purchased. In addition to rice paper, there were also some paints and other things, neatly arranged on a square table.

  "Drawing doesnt have to be done stroke by stroke; theres another method - rubbing!"

  Pick up the copper basin bought, pour those pigments in and mix them together. This makes many people puzzled, what kind of ghost is this rubbings?

  Every step looks ordinary and without any technical content, yet everyone present is watching with great interest, afraid of missing a certain link.

  The old mans gaze was firmly locked onto Liu Wuyis hands, lest he miss anything. He was in the state of washing his spirit, and had the ability to remember everything at a glance.

  Its nothing mysterious, they will understand it in no time.