Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

There were people present who had some knowledge of antiques. When they heard these four things Du Hao said, they almost rushed to beat Du Hao to death.

Especially the two old men, their faces were terrifyingly dark.

Thousand-year-old ink can be said to be a treasure among inks. The handwriting written with it will never fade. If it were placed in ancient times, only the royal family could afford this kind of ink.

Snowflake Xuan, a rice paper specially produced in the Yunnan-Guizhou region, is made using ancient methods. It is thin and clear, and feels like silk and satin when touched. The snowflake rice paper they made using the ancient method is directly white, while most of the current rice paper is white after washing, which is too different in terms of quality.

Direwolf brushes are even more terrifying. Wolf brushes are one type of brushes, but they are usually made from the hairs of young wolves. They are soft and have a long service life.

As for this direwolf hair pen, the half-finger-long hairs from the snow wolf on the Antarctic ice sheet below the neck must be used to make the brush hair! Moreover, there are very few wolf hairs as long as half a finger. It takes about three snow wolf hairs to make one brush!

As for the Qin and Han Dynasty ink stone inkstone, it is the most precious thing.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, there were already inkstones, and this ink stone inkstone was the most popular. Not to mention that ordinary people can't afford this thing, even the royal family will only use this ink stone in the most important times, which shows how precious it is!

Du Hao opened his mouth and asked for these four precious things. It can be said that this is no longer writing. Each stroke is worth countless money!

"It's too much! It's simply too much!"

"It's not obvious that you are bullying people!"

"I think he doesn't know how to write at all and is just deliberately making things difficult for us."

Seeing Du Hao's appearance, everyone wanted to throw him out of the antique street immediately.

Damn, let alone these four things, except for Xue Huaxuan, it is already amazing enough to be able to bring out any one of them.

You actually want four more things!

Why don't you go to heaven!

Seeing Du Hao like this, Fujiwara said angrily: "Du Hao! Don't be so shameless! I have already given you a lot of face by asking you to prove it. If you continue to make trouble unreasonably like this, I will kill you first without Mr. Wang and Mr. Niu taking action." Get out of the antique street!"

Du Hao looked calm and ignored Fujiwara. Instead, while drinking tea, he said slowly to Mr. Niu and Mr. Wang: "You two should be able to tell what the paper and ink are used for. Let me ask, I Among the four things mentioned above, compared with this fake, which one is more luxurious?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Niu and Mr. Wang who were standing there were both mute. Although their faces were gloomy, they also knew that this boy had some eyesight.

Although they were not sure if it was a fake, the paper and ink on the calligraphy alone were more than twice as high as Du Hao said.

Everyone saw that Mr. Wang and Mr. Niu suddenly became mute, and they suddenly understood what was going on.

Mr. Wang, who was leaning on a cane, thought for a while, looked at Mr. Niu next to him, and stared at Du Hao: "We can help you get these four things together, but if you can't write them out, it will be a waste of paper and ink. What to do?”

Snapped!

Du Hao saw a jade bottle and cup and threw it directly onto the table. He looked down at the tea leaves floating in the bowl and asked softly: "Is it enough?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and then everyone took a breath.

This bottle and cup is actually made of jade!

And looking at the color and cutting degree of this spiritual stone, it is enough to shock people.

"This...this is..."

"What kind of jade is this? It has such color!"

"The Hunyuan is abundant, the color is full, and it is condensed but not exposed. This is the best of jade!"

"If this thing were released, it could be auctioned for tens of millions!"

"Oh my god, who is this young man? He is so wealthy?!"

"Is he a young master from a certain antique family?"

The onlookers were all shocked, and Mr. Wang and Mr. Niu had their eyes widened.

The two of them are senior experts in the antique industry, so they naturally have some research on bottles and cups.

But most of the bottles and cups they had seen were bronze, and jade like this was really rare to see in a hundred years.

Now that they saw it, how could they not be shocked!

"This, this is true!" Mr. Wang's hands were trembling, and he looked up and down in front of the bottle with a magnifying glass.

Mr. Niu also rubbed his hands, looking like a pervert after seeing a beautiful woman.

The contrast was so great that no one could react.

Just when the second elder wanted to take the bottle into his hands and examine it further, Du Hao gently picked up the bottle and played with it in his hand: "Are these enough?"

The second elder knew that he had been a little rash just now, so he smiled awkwardly and nodded quickly: "That's enough, that's enough!"

With that said, the second elder quickly asked someone to take out the inventory from his home.

For others, these four things may be difficult to come by.

But for the two of them, except for the Qin and Han ink stone inkstones, which are more precious, the others are not considered treasures, and they are much more precious than them.

Fujiwara was furious when he saw Du Hao casually taking out such an antique.

"Hmph, so what if you can get the antiques, my calligraphy and painting are definitely real!" He thought secretly, but when he thought that Du Hao had a sinister vibe all over his body, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart.

When the four treasures of the study were prepared again, Du Hao chuckled and stepped forward.

He took off his coat, rolled up his clothes, picked out a few snowflakes, and then Luoluo Dafang began to study ink.

Seeing him like this, everyone gradually woke up from the shock.

So what if he can get good stuff? This only shows that he does have some inventory.

But if he can't write exactly the same "Seventeen Posts", he will still be expelled from the antique street!

Many people sneered and stood there with their arms folded, waiting to see Du Hao's joke.

When Er Gouzi saw the appearance of this group of people, he pretended to be a master, shook his head and sighed:

"Oh, you guys really don't know anything about power."

Just when Du Hao had finished grinding the ink and dipped the brush into the ink to float over the rice paper, he suddenly stopped.

The tip of the pen was only a few centimeters away from the rice paper, but as if he didn't know how to write, it was stuck there, motionless.

Just when people were about to mock Du Hao and urge him to write as soon as possible, a drop of ink suddenly fell from the tip of the pen.

Snap!

Gently, falling on the rice paper...

The expressions of Mr. Niu and Mr. Wang changed, as if they had remembered something, and they looked a little shocked.

The next second, the brush in Du Hao's hand suddenly fell down and hit the ink on the ground!

Swish, swish, swish!

He didn't even look at the "Seventeen Posts" next to him, as he already had the answer in his mind.

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake!

With just a few simple strokes, you already have the charm of a calligrapher!

Experts will know if it is there as soon as they take action. Many masters in the antique world and many calligraphy and painting enthusiasts were present. They all exclaimed when they saw that Du Hao could write with such verve.

Although they did not dare to make a loud noise, they still gave a thumbs up, showing admiration.

Wang Niu and Wang Niu also showed surprise on their faces, and naturally they could see Du Hao's extraordinary skills.

Fujiwara's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt that things seemed to be developing in a bad direction...

Du Hao ignored everyone's reaction. After writing it down like a dragon and a phoenix, he dipped in ink and picked up the pen to write again!

Everyone who looked up held their breath and kept looking towards the table, wanting to see what Du Hao had written.

"Yu Anji, I used to work with him, and I often think of him. Now he is the general in the palace. I once said: I don't care about my old age, and I really want to live with you. I mean that I can get a small county with my talent, and I can think about it. To this? What I thought of is so far away."

When Du Hao put down the last stroke, a breeze blew by and the paper shook.

A perfect set of seventeen posts was copied by Du Hao.

No! It’s not a copy, it’s a creation!

Several old men stood there, staring straight in the eyes, breathing rapidly, and the shock in their eyes was self-evident.

Others couldn't help but exclaimed.

How can this be!

Du Hao really wrote a "Seventeen Posts" under everyone's eyes!

Still so expressive! The flavor is profound! Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

What shocked them even more was that this "Seventeen Posts" was 90% similar to the "Seventeen Posts" held by Fujiwara and the others!

The only 10% left was that it was obviously a new work in Du Hao's hands, and it didn't have the precipitation of time!

If Du Hao's painting was given a little more time to process, I'm afraid it could be fake!

"How can it be!"

While everyone at the scene looked at Du Hao in shock and admiration, Fujiwara's face turned pale and his hands couldn't help trembling.

He really paid 100 million yuan to take this painting from Hong Kong City!

And the place he took the photo cannot be fake!

However, no matter how much he didn't believe it in his heart, there was no way to change the result.

The two characters are really exactly the same!

No matter how powerful Du Hao is, he can't copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy!

And he is not copying, he is creating!

At this moment, a painful fact was placed in front of Fujiwara——

His painting "Seventeen Posts" is a fake!

Du Hao stood there, put down the brush in his hand, and looked helplessly at the piece of "Seventeen Posts" in Fujiwara's hand.

The "Seventeen Posts" in his hand is not actually a fake.

However, the world only knows Wang Xizhi, but they don't know that Wang Xizhi also copied Shengbei's handwriting to write today's calligraphy.

And Shengbei accepted Wang Xizhi, and when he escaped into the underground palace again, he erased all traces of his world. Even if someone wanted to check, they couldn't find it out.

Who would have thought that this guy Sheng Bei would be so good at playing...

It is not difficult to imitate Shengbei's calligraphy, but what is difficult is imitating his Taoist rhyme.

When you reach Sheng Bei's level of cultivation, you no longer need to imitate many things deliberately, you can do them just by looking at them once.

However, Du Hao could imitate his style, but he couldn't imitate his way!

But so what, Du Hao has his own way, why should he imitate others!

Furthermore, these people cannot see the Tao contained in it!

After all, the mundane world is ultimately covered by the body, covering the inner world and blinding the eyes.

"Why don't you give these words of Shengbei to Mr. Ye as a gift..."

Du Hao smiled slightly and said calmly in his heart.

ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!