Chapter 621 Method of Appraisal

Only when Daoyan gave up the idea of ​​giving the museum owner a palm from behind did he see Wei Yuan flick his sleeves, forming a sword array, and then with a wave of his hand, he cleaved the towering and profound stone tablet in two. Sword energy ran rampant, spreading wildly.

With cracking sounds, the Hetu Luoshu was covered with cracks.

Then he saw the black-clothed youth lift his shirt and, with a grin, kick out head-on.

Directly shattering the upper part of the stone tablet with one kick.

He even ground it with the sole of his foot on the ground.

The words of the Daoyan monk were choked in his throat before he could even shout them out, his thoughts stagnating for a moment.

Shattered?

Just like that, shattered?!

This is the Hetu Luoshu...

Hmm? Wait a minute...

Then Daoyan reacted, his expression slightly stern, and looked at Kuafu beside him, who was standing there blankly, no longer moving, seemingly not reacting at all. Kua Lin frowned slightly, and the black-clothed monk finally sorted out his thoughts, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air, and said:

"This Hetu Luoshu, is fake?!"

"Of course it's fake."

Wei Yuan replied, his body now suffering from severe cancerous changes, but his sword intent was becoming stronger, and he faintly felt that unbearable pain again. He said calmly: "If it was the real Hetu Luoshu, the treasure that inspired Fuxi, it would be impossible for me to control it with the Daoist Bagua formation."

"It would be even more impossible to shatter it with a single sword."

Saying it like this, it made sense, and Daoyan looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

He couldn't recover for a long time.

He sighed inwardly.

He had previously been robbed of his mind by this Hetu Luoshu stone tablet, completely failing to notice it, no... or rather, even now, he still hadn't figured out where the flaw in this Hetu Luoshu fake was. Yet Wei Yuan, as the person involved, who was definitely more affected by the prophecy, was able to keenly notice the problem in that situation and make a decision.

An unspeakable sense of frustration arose in his heart.

Kua Lin raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "...How did you find out?"

Wei Yuan pondered. The reminder he left for later generations in the Ming Dynasty was hard to say. After thinking for a while, he replied in a relaxed tone: "This, if I have to say, I have a special method of identification for ancient treasures like the Hetu Luoshu."

He held up one finger and said: "The first step is to place the treasure on the ground."

Daoyan slowly nodded: "It's for stability when appraising."

"The second step is to find a suitable field of vision."

The monk pondered:

"To observe it?"

"The third step is to take a sword and chop it down at a forty-five degree angle."

"Regardless of whether it's real or fake, chop it with a sword first. If it doesn't break, it's real; if it breaks, it's fake."

"If it can withstand my sword without breaking, then it's genuine."

Daoyan, who was seriously analyzing, said: "............"

Kua Lin: "............"

The young monk's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said: "What if the genuine product is shattered by you?"

Wei Yuan pondered, and asked back:

"If it's shattered by me, then is the future it predicted still credible?"

"And if I strike it with a sword and it doesn't move,"

"Then whether it's real or fake doesn't matter, it's definitely a treasure."

Daoyan: "............"

The monk, who became a monk at a young age and was proficient in the three religions and nine streams, and even the street arts, trembled his palm, gritted his teeth and said: "Where exactly did you learn these unorthodox ways..."

From where...

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes.

At least, in the years recorded in history, among those who had obtained the Hetu Luoshu, there was the name of Yu. And that day, Qi was extremely excited and told him that this was an ancient treasure, the root from which Fuxi had comprehended the Bagua. Qi was overjoyed.

But he was not sure whether what he had obtained was the Hetu Luoshu.

King Yu laughed heartily.

Then he told Qi that he had a way.

Immediately, in Qi's expectant gaze, he drew out the Ye Ying Sword and gave the Hetu Luoshu a frantic hacking. When Qi's expectant gaze became stagnant, and the expression on his face gradually became numb, Yu, feeling refreshed, put away his sword while moving his muscles and bones.

He patted Qi on the shoulder.

"It's genuine, it can't be cut."

"Good stuff..."

The ancient appraisal technique personally taught by Da Yu.

If it can be cut, so be it.

If it can't be cut, good stuff!

Simple and effective, directly passed down from the Human King, trustworthy.

Although it seems a little unreliable.

But it also seems to make a lot of sense.

Wei Yuan sat back in the wheelchair and smiled, "If you want to see him,"

"I can let you see him."

The museum owner paused and added, "Of course, probably in a dream."

For some reason, Daoyan felt a chill in his heart and silently rejected this proposal in his heart. Wei Yuan tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his finger, and the three swords that had formed the formation suddenly returned. Saying they were three swords, one was actually the scabbard of the Tai'a Sword, another was the Iron Eagle Sword, and the remaining one was Zhang Daoling's Dharma sword.

The swords were withdrawn.

The formation that had been sealing Kuafu was also broken.

The Daoist formation shattered, turning into wisps of flowing light, slowly disappearing.

But Kuafu did not launch an attack on Wei Yuan.

He looked at the completely shattered and collapsed Hetu Luoshu, and seemed unable to react for a while. It was only after a long time that he slowly asked, "...Is it fake?"

"Yes, fake, guaranteed genuine."

Wei Yuan muttered to himself jokingly.

He said, "However, whether you are fake... is not necessarily so. Kuafu, do you still remember what happened back then?" Kuafu's giant spirit was silent for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head, and said:

"I... I don't remember, I only know that I have to be here, guarding the Hetu Luoshu. Other than that, I have forgotten everything."

"Is that so..."

Wei Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze.

There are now two possibilities. The first is that Kuafu is lying.

It could even be said that the giant spirit in front of him is not the hero who chased the great sun to his death in ancient times, but a fake who has changed his appearance with some kind of technique, a complete liar. Then it would be easy to say, this fake Kuafu, like the Hetu Luoshu, is the enemy itself.

And the second possibility.

Kuafu is real.

In some ways, this is the worst direction.

Because this can evolve into two possibilities, the first.

He was indeed guarding the real Hetu Luoshu here, but the Hetu Luoshu was taken away, and even the soul left by Kuafu, who was as powerful as he was, was erased from that memory. Wei Yuan could temporarily stop Kuafu with the power of the formation at this moment, but it was hard to say who would win if they really fought.

The existence that could erase Kuafu's memory, its strength was terrifying.

And the second possibility is that the Hetu Luoshu here was fake from the beginning.

But it could drive Kuafu.

The identity and strength of the person who took action also made Wei Yuan feel a huge pressure.

In short, the current situation is that if Kuafu himself is lying, it's fine, but if what he said is true, then it means that Wei Yuan is in big trouble. And connecting it with the memory of the early Ming Dynasty, when he learned of the whereabouts of the Hetu Luoshu in the Ming Dynasty, was he also secretly plotted against by this person?

Or is it related to this person?

What kind of identities did the four fiends, such as Chaos and Taowu, play in it?

The chain of changes made Wei Yuan's forehead ache a little. He looked at Kuafu in front of him, and finally decided to wake up the Old Celestial Master who was secretly slacking off. Kuafu seemed to be quite hit, his expression was heavy and困顿(kun dun; sleepy and troubled), but Wei Yuan still secretly left a formation, and also left Kua Lin and the elite of the Women's Kingdom behind him.

With his current swordsmanship, distance was no longer a problem.

Drawing his sword in front of Zhang Ruosu and drawing his sword in front of Kuafu.

Both followed the path of karma, and from the result, there was no difference.

"Be careful..."

Wei Yuan's voice was slow, and he appeared in front of Zhang Ruosu with the art of Riding the Wind.

Now the Kuafu giant spirit, who is truly guarding the Taoyuan, an ancient era formation, is in a low mood, and even the Taoyuan has become lifeless, but the old Daoist is lying on his side on the stone slab, still leisurely, and those peach blossoms want to break away from this old Daoist, but they are pulled by strands of invisible energy, and they cannot escape at all.

Stop it, you are not trapped in an illusion at all!

Wei Yuan was speechless, and pressed his finger on the old Daoist's brow.

He risked danger and forcibly entered the dream.

……………………

The sky is high and boundless, and the earth is thick and endless.

And now, all things in the world are fine wine and delicacies.

What flows on the ground is also fine wine and jade dew.

As soon as Wei Yuan entered this old Daoist's dream, he had to pinch his nose to avoid being晕得晕过去 (xun de yun guo qu; faint from smell) by the strong aroma of wine. With just a sweep of his eyes, he found all kinds of fine wines. Good fellow, has he directly materialized all the famous wines he has ever seen?

For example, the fairy wine in the Kelan Age.

For example, the fine wine brewed by the Lady of the Lake.

There may even be fine wines from ancient Chinese mythological legends.

For example, the first cup of wine brewed by Du Kang.

Or, for example, the divine wine that the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan used to entertain the gods of heaven and earth.

Those fine wines that were only recorded in words have long been lost in the modern world, but since this is a formation passed down from the Age of Gods, then it is natural and easy to materialize such fine wines in a dream, at most...

At most... the power consumed is just a little bit more.

Wei Yuan glanced and silently counted the types of wine, taking a breath of cold air.

This is too much.

No wonder the Age of Gods peach blossoms and peach trees he just saw were all蔫不拉几的(nian bu la ji de; withered and drooping), as if they were about to be榨干(zha gan; squeezed dry).

So that's how it is.

As expected of you.

Especially Wei Yuan also saw several doctors in white coats next to the old Daoist, writing medical records, saying: "Daoist Zhang, your body is healthy, all indicators are completely normal, ha ha ha, if you are in a good mood, you should drink more wine, it's okay, drinking more is good for your health."

He also saw little Daoist A Xuan, Zhang Hao, and some old Daoists with gray hair pouring wine next to him.

Zhang Ruosu was holding a mobile phone in his hand.

The successful voice of "Penta kill, Godlike, chicken dinner, victory" came out.

Zhang Ruosu had never had such a relaxed and happy experience—

Fine wine, games, victory.

And, there is the most important point.

World peace.

Without Wei Yuan.

Or rather, Wei Yuan no longer caused him trouble.

"It's great..."

The old Daoist opened his mobile phone.

He took a sip of peerless wine and planned to play a fresh and hot game.

Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated.

A name appeared, and the avatar was a simple pottery pot with a small flower插了一朵小花花 (cha le yi duo xiao hua hua; inserted). Zhang Ruosu's smile froze, and he swiped his finger, directly starting the mobile phone function, which would directly put the mobile phone into busy mode to avoid disturbance.

"Hello, the user you dialed is busy, please call again later..."

"sorry, the..."

Then, a crisp voice sounded in front of the old Daoist.

???

Zhang Ruosu's face solidified, and he slowly raised his head.

He saw Wei Yuan smiling at him three steps away.

The mobile phone was still ringing.

After a moment of silence, the old Daoist slowly lowered his head, pretending not to see him, but Wei Yuan had already stepped forward a few steps, slightly leaned over, with a smile as gentle as a cloth saint angel, and whispered in the old man's ear:

"Daoist Zhang..."

"I just, dismantled the Hetu Luoshu."

Zhang Ruosu's expression froze: cardiac arrest!

ps: Today's second update...

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