Ji Mo led Ponniu to the stall quickly. It was rare to find something that could move him too.
This is a bookstall, displaying various ancient books, animal skins, tortoise shells, etc., all of which are ancient relics.
What caught Ji Mo's attention was a piece of yellow paper, not because it was old enough, but because it had hieroglyphics written on it, which belonged to the traditional Chinese language of his hometown.
The last time I saw something like this, it was a notebook left specially for him by the Great Immortal of the Void. However, it was destroyed by Chen Cheng and Wang Shouzheng, the ghosts lurking in the Void Sword Sect, and part of it was taken away.
Wang Shouzheng is from Xiaoleiyin Temple, while Chen Cheng's origin is unknown. They have not been seen since they escaped, and they don't know where they are hiding.
"Is this also what Big Brother Empty left behind?"
Ji Mo thought to himself, picked up the yellow paper, and looked at it carefully.
In this world, he and I are probably the only ones who understand this kind of writing, so it is most likely a relic of the Immortal Kong.
Seeing Ji Mo's eyes light up, he took the yellow page of paper into his hands at a glance, and a glimmer of light flowed from the depths of the bookstall owner's eyes.
"This young master really has a good eye for treasures. This page has a great background and is a great thing."
The book stall owner was observing the words and expressions while explaining, always paying attention to the expression on Ji Mo's face.
Ji Mo looked disappointed. This was not the handwriting of the Immortal Kong Kong, but a copy.
The person who made the forger was obviously very skillful, and the imitation was indeed very similar, but he obviously did not understand the essence of Chinese calligraphy, and the writing was inconsistent with the image. It may be difficult for outsiders to distinguish the authenticity from the fake, but Ji Mo could still tell it at a glance.
"Boss, where did you get this thing?"
Ji Mo put down the yellow paper and asked about its origin.
If you can copy it, you must have seen the original calligraphy and calligraphy of the Immortal Kong Kong. Could it be that notebook?
The bookstall owner didn't understand why Ji Mo looked like he had found a treasure at first, and then just glanced at it and abandoned it.
He rolled his eyes, looked around, and whispered mysteriously: "To be honest, sir, this piece of paper is incredible. It is the calligraphy treasure of the Great Immortal Kong Kong, the founder of the Void Sword Sect. The Great Immortal Kong Kong has a legendary life, and is an unparalleled figure in the world.
Talent, the Void Sword Technique he created was the nightmare of that era. Countless powerful creatures in the fairy world live under the fearful control of the Void Immortal. This piece of paper records most likely the Void Sword Technique, and you can make a lot of money if you buy it."
Ji Mo looked at the book stall owner with a smile and asked, "If this is really the case, will you still sell?"
The bookstall owner sneered and explained: "I can't understand this kind of writing, and many famous scholars can't decipher it, so I can only sell it with tears in my eyes."
Ji Mo naturally didn't believe a word of what this profiteer said, and said, "Since you can't understand it, how do you know it's something created by the Immortal Void and wants to deceive me?"
"Young Master, I'm serious. I'm doing business with integrity. I'm honest and honest. I can guarantee that it's an authentic work belonging to Immortal Void. But as for the content on the paper, because no one understands it, I can't guarantee whether it's Void Swordsmanship or not."
The bookstall owner had a simple and honest expression on his face and spoke with certainty, as if he was talking to Ji Mo heart to heart.
His acting skills are indeed very good, and there is nothing wrong with him. Anyone will be deceived by his sincerity.
Ji Mo sneered: "Since children are innocent, let's bring out the original. It's not kind to deceive people with fakes."
Because the book stall owner was so confident, Ji Mo doubted whether he had seen the real thing, so he took the opportunity to bluff him.
The bookstall owner's expression changed drastically, and his face turned cold all of a sudden: "Stop spitting blood and smearing my reputation. If you don't give me an explanation today, you can't leave."
While speaking, he revealed his cultivation in the Mysterious Immortal Realm and stared covetously at Ji Mo.
He has sold a lot of fake ancient books these days, and he has never made any mistakes. If Ji Mo were to expose him as selling fakes, he would probably cause big trouble.
"The paper is old, but the ink is new."
Naturally, Ji Mo would not say that this was not the authentic work of the Immortal Kong Kong at all. He just found an excuse and mocked: "You wouldn't say that the Immortal Kong Kong is not dead, and is still alive today, right?"
The bookstall owner was speechless and argued forcefully: "That's nonsense. You can ask someone to identify it to see if it's new. If you don't understand, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. I don't want to be a person like you."
Business."
Ji Mo didn't bother to bother anymore and drove away with Ponniu.
Soon, the bookstall owner put away his stall and hurriedly went down to the ship's warehouse.
In a dark cabin.
The fake corpse whose thighs had been broken off by Ji Mo before complained to a middle-aged scholar with snot and tears: "Boss, you have to make the decision for me. That bastard is not a human being. Just get started and click.
He broke my legs, and this revenge must be avenged."
The stall owner also challenged him: "Boss, that kid is very arrogant. He threatened to break three of our legs. I can't stand this tone. Let's find an opportunity to kill him."
The middle-aged scholar frowned after hearing what happened. He didn't expect that the fake corpse would reveal flaws.
He is the number one counterfeiter in the fairy world, and the fakes he makes are so fake that they are hard to tell apart. Although this is his first time forging a corpse of a blue-blooded person, it is not something that anyone can see through at a glance.
"Did you make a mistake?"
The middle-aged scholar glared at the fake corpse, thinking that something was wrong with this guy, and did not believe that his tricks had been discovered.
"Boss, I don't. My Turtle Breathing Technique has reached the ninth level of perfection. It looks more like a corpse than a corpse."
The man was embarrassed and quickly explained that he didn't want to take responsibility.
"Hmph, there will definitely be no problem with my fraud methods. It must be you..."
The middle-aged scholar's face was full of anger and viciousness, and he raised his palm to teach these two people a lesson.
But at this moment, the bookstall owner rushed in and reported: "Boss, what you created was spotted by a young man. He seemed to see at a glance that what you made was a knockoff."
"What?"
The middle-aged scholar's face instantly turned pale, he raised his palm high and took it back with nowhere to rest.
It was really embarrassing. I had just boasted that my counterfeiting methods would be flawless, and I was slapped in the face.
"What is going on?"
He couldn't bear to lose face and quickly asked what happened.
But after hearing the whole story, I fell into deep thought and hummed: "The paper is old paper, and the ink is also an ancient ink that is more than 10,000 years old. My technique is flawless, there must be no problem. And I have compared it, the imitation handwriting and
The manuscript of Immortal Kong Kong is exactly the same, and no one will see the flaw unless Immortal Kong Kong himself."
The other three looked directly at the middle-aged scholar, meaning: Boss, you boasted very much, but you were discovered by someone, and it was the same person.
The bookstall owner was very discerning and noticed that the middle-aged scholar's face was getting gloomier. He was afraid that he would get angry and take it out on them, so he quickly said: "Boss, your skills are unparalleled in the world. If you can deceive the gods, you will definitely not make mistakes. Is it possible?
The other party understands this kind of square text, so after seeing the content clearly, he knows something is wrong."
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
The middle-aged scholar took the opportunity to go down the steps and ordered: "Let another person contact him and pay a high price to decipher the words of the Void Immortal. I also want to know what will happen to the manuscripts that Wang Shouzheng obtained from the Void Sword Sect.
Could it be void swordsmanship?"
He had been in contact with Wang Shouzheng, and had personally seen part of the notes in his hand. He had memorized some of them in secret, but he had been unable to decipher them. Now he saw hope.
It would be great if Ji Mo really understood this kind of writing.
Not long after, someone approached Ji Mo and offered him a sky-high price to translate some ancient characters, including a large number of hieroglyphics.
Ji Mo realized something was wrong and did not agree to the other party's request.
"Could it be that someone has the notes of Immortal Kong Kong and is trying to decipher them?"
Ji Mo figured out the key and said to himself: "In that case, I will lure you out and get a vote at will."