Chapter 30 (1/2)
Ye Xuan sneered: ”you don't know each other's real name at all. You're still serious nonsense here. You're old and disrespectful. You're full of nonsense! Aren't you farting? What are you doing?”
Hiss, hiss!
The hall sounded a series of backward air-conditioning sounds.
what the hell! Is this guy crazy?
Even so insulting master ouyangming.
If he doesn't give an account to the other party today, it's really troublesome.
Suddenly, ouyangming laughed and said, ”OK! You said I was farting. What's the origin of this ancient painting? If you prove its origin, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you!”
Ye Xuan looked at the ancient painting on it and said loudly, ”the real author of this painting is Jiang Yi, with the word Qingxuan. He is a calligrapher and painter of the Han Dynasty, native to Niucun, Yongzhou. At the age of 42, he created this work of Penglai Xianweng. Because he was unhappy in officialdom and love, he spread rumors and insulted the court. He was assassinated by the court at the age of 43...”
Ye Xuan recites like a stream, and his tongue is full of lotus.
When he finished, the whole hall was quiet.
”Is... What he said true?”
”No? Ouyangming only knows one name. Can he know so much? He must be talking serious nonsense!”
”Indeed, how old is this boy?”
”Don't forget that he exposed many fake cultural relics in Xu Bancheng just now. This man should have two brushes. Maybe he is a closed disciple of a master hidden in the deep mountains and forests.”
Ouyang Ming snorted coldly, ”do you think we can believe anyone? Boy, don't think we're all stupid!”
Ye Xuan looked at Su Mei and said, ”let someone bring a bottle of vinegar.”
People don't understand.
When a bottle of vinegar is brought.
Ye Xuan came to the stage and came to the ancient painting.
Poured vinegar on the lower left corner.
It was clear to all that the dark red handwriting began to appear in the soaked ancient paintings.
Jianyi wrote his own name, seal, and even wrote a small handwriting, recording his origin and the original intention of creating this Penglai fairy
The crowd also swarmed in.
”Oh, my God, he speaks every word!”
”I'll go, brother. How do you know the origin of this painting?”
Ye Xuan said with a smile: ”read more, you know.”
People: ”
Does that mean they are illiterate?
But the other party is qualified!
He should know that there are no historical records.
How many books have you read?
Unfortunately, they did not know that it was the role of Ye Xuan's Taigu xuanhuang Jing.
Especially standing next to Su Mei, she pursed her red lips and sighed in her heart.
Who the hell is this guy? Even more knowledgeable than Ouyang Ming?
She couldn't help admiring Ye Xuan!
”Old man, I said you were farting. Can you convince me?”
Ye Xuan condescends and looks at Ouyang Ming in front of him.
Ouyangming's face turned red. He said in a deep voice, ”I didn't expect to be defeated by you today. I admit defeat, but I'm the same age as your grandfather. Are you not afraid of being punished by heaven?”
”Ha ha!” Ye Xuan sneered, ”are you going to rely on the old to sell the old? If you can't afford to lose, say it clearly! Why? What bullshit treasure master, I think it's a shrinking turtle!”
Ouyangming heard the sarcasm of the people around him. He said in a deep voice, ”OK, I admit defeat!”
Bang!
He knelt down, kowtowed to Ye Xuan and said, ”I'm ouyangming, clothes!”
Then he got up, clubbed his crutch, stared at Ye Xuan and said, ”boy, I must let me be insulted. You can repay me a thousand times.”
Ye Xuan smiled.
I didn't pay any attention to him at all.
People buried in the earth below their neck, what are you arrogant?
At this moment, applause thundered.
”Brother, great!”
”Yes, heroes are teenagers!”
”Brother is young and promising, rich in learning, full of experience, and unlimited in the future!”
People praised Ye Xuan again and again.
Su Xiaoqiao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: ”I thought she was going to humiliate me. Unexpectedly, success made him pretend. This guy is becoming more and more mysterious.”
Lin Aoxue, sitting on the other side of her, said faintly: ”the blind cat hit the dead mouse!”
Ye Xuan successfully won the ancient painting.