I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Ji Mo led Ponyo to the booth quickly, and it was really rare to see things that moved him too.

This is a bookstall, with all kinds of ancient books, animal skins, tortoise shells, etc., all of which are quite old.

What caught Ji Mo's attention was a piece of yellow paper, not because it was old enough, but because it had pictographs written on it, traditional Chinese of his hometown.

The last time I saw this kind of thing was a notebook specially left for him by Immortal Kongkong, but it was destroyed by Chen Cheng and Wang Shouzheng, the ghosts lurking in the Void Sword Sect, and part of it was stolen.

Wang Shouzheng came from Xiaoleiyin Temple, while Chen Cheng's origin was unknown, and the two hadn't shown up since they escaped, and they didn't know where they were hiding.

"Is this also left over from empty old Dage?"

Ji Mo thought to himself, picked up the yellow paper, and examined it carefully.

In this world, only Immortal Kong and him understand this kind of writing, so it is most likely the relic of Immortal Kong.

Seeing that Ji Mo's eyes were shining, he took this page of yellow paper into his hand at a glance, and a gleam of light flowed from the depths of the eyes of the book stall owner.

"Young master, you really have a good eye, and you can recognize treasures with your eyes. This page has a lot of background, and it is a very good thing."

While explaining, the book stall owner observed the words and expressions, paying attention to the expression on Ji Mo's face all the time.

And Ji Mo showed a look of disappointment, this is not Daxian Kong's handwriting, but a copy.

The counterfeiters obviously have a lot of skills, and the imitation is indeed very similar, but they obviously don't understand the essence of Chinese calligraphy, and the image and meaning of the writing are not convincing. It may be difficult for outsiders to distinguish the authenticity from the fake, but Ji Mo can still tell it at a glance.

"Boss, where did you get this thing from?"

Ji Mo put down the yellow paper and asked where it came from.

To be able to copy it, one must have seen the authentic calligraphy and calligraphy of the Great Immortal Kong Kong. Could it be that notebook?

The book stall owner didn't understand why Ji Mo first looked like he was looking for a treasure, and then just glanced at it, as if he was throwing away nothing.

He rolled his eyes, looked around, and whispered mysteriously, "To tell you the truth, this piece of paper is amazing. It is the calligraphy of the founder of the Kongkong Sword Sect, the founder of the Kongkong Sword Sect. The immortal Kongkong was quite legendary in his life, and he is an unrivaled talent." The Void Sword Technique created by it was the nightmare of that era, and countless powerful creatures in the fairy world lived under the fear of the Great Immortal Void. This piece of paper is very likely to record the Void Sword Technique, and if you buy it, you will make a lot of money."

Ji Mo looked at the book stall owner with a smile, and asked, "If that's the case, would you still sell it?"

The book stall owner laughed and explained, "I can't understand this kind of writing, and many well-known 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 the profiteer's words, and said, "Since you don't understand it, how do you know it's something from the Void Immortal, and you want to fool me?"

"Young Master, I'm serious. I'm doing an honest business. I can guarantee that it is the authentic work of the Great Immortal Kong. But as for the content on the paper, since no one understands it, I can't guarantee whether it is the Void Sword Art."

The owner of the book stall had a simple and honest expression on his face, and he spoke convincingly, as if he had a heart-to-heart with Ji Mo.

His acting skills are really good, there is nothing wrong with him, anyone will be deceived by his sincerity.

Ji Mo sneered, "Since there is no deception, then show the authentic ones. It's not kind to deceive people with fake ones."

Because the owner of the book stall was full of confidence, Ji Mo wondered if he had seen the real thing, so he took the opportunity to bluff him.

The owner of the bookstall's expression changed drastically, and his expression suddenly became gloomy and cold, "Don't spit blood on people and tarnish my reputation. If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be able to leave."

While speaking, he revealed the Cultivation Base of the Mysterious Immortal realm, staring at Ji Mo.

He has sold a lot of fake ancient books these days, and he has never made a mistake. If Ji Mo exposes that he is selling fakes, he may cause big trouble.

"Paper is old paper, but ink is new."

Naturally, Ji Mo would not say that this is not the original work of the Great Immortal Kong, so he made an excuse and mocked, "You can't say that the Great Immortal Kong is actually not dead, but still alive to this day, right?"

The owner of the bookstall was speechless, and forcefully quibbled, "Nonsense, you can have someone casually appraise it to see if it's new. If you don't understand, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here. I don't do business with people like you." .”

Ji Mo didn't bother to pester her anymore, so he took Ponyo along.

Soon, the owner of the bookstall put away his stall and hurried down into the boathouse.

In a dark cabin.

The fake corpse whose thigh was broken by Ji Mo before complained to a middle-aged literati with snot and tears, "Boss, you have to make the decision for me, that bastard is not a person, just start it, click it!" You broke my leg, this revenge must be avenged."

The stall owner also complained, "Boss, that kid is very arrogant. He threatened to break our three legs. I can't stand this tone. Let's find a chance to kill him."

After hearing what had happened, the middle-aged literati frowned. He didn't expect the fake corpse to show flaws.

He is the first person to make fakes in the fairy world, and the fakes he made are enough to make the real ones difficult to distinguish. Although it is the first time to forge the body of a blue-blooded man, it is not easy for people to see through it at a glance.

"Did you make a mistake?"

The middle-aged literati glared at the fake corpse, thinking that there was something wrong with this guy, and he didn't believe that his own tricks had been seen through.

"Boss, I don't have it. My Turtle Breathing Kung Fu has been practiced to the Ninth Stage Dzogchen Realm, which is more like a corpse than a corpse."

The man gave a shabby face, and quickly explained that he didn't want to take responsibility.

"Hmph, there will definitely be no problem with my method of counterfeiting, it must be you..."

The middle-aged literati was sullen and vicious, and he raised his hands to teach the two of them a lesson.

But at this moment, the owner of the bookstall rushed in and reported, "Boss, what you made was discovered by a young man, and he seemed to see right away that what you made was a counterfeit product."

"What?"

The middle-aged literati turned pale in an instant, raised his palm high and retracted it with nowhere to put it.

It's really embarrassing, I was slapped in the face as soon as I boasted that my own counterfeiting methods will never go wrong.

"What's going on?"

He couldn't hang his 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 ancient ink that has been used for more than 10,000 years. My technique is flawless, so there must be no problem. And I have compared the imitation handwriting with the emptiness. Daxian's manuscript is exactly the same, unless the Daxian himself is empty, no one will see the flaw."

The other three looked straight at the middle-aged literati, meaning to say, Boss, you boasted a lot, but it just happened to be discovered by someone, and it was the same person.

The owner of the bookstall was very discerning, and found that the faces of the middle-aged literati were getting more and more gloomy. He was afraid that he would get angry and take revenge on them, so he quickly said, "Boss, your technology is unparalleled in the world. You can deceive the gods, and there will be no mistakes. Could it be the other party?" I understand this kind of square text, so after seeing the content clearly, I know something is wrong."

"This possibility is not ruled out."

The middle-aged literati took the opportunity to go down the steps and ordered, "Let other people get in touch with him, and pay a high price for them to decipher the words written by the Kongkong Daxian. Could it be void swordsmanship?"

He had been in contact with Wang Shouzheng before, and he had personally seen that part of the notes in his hand, and secretly wrote down some of them, but he was still unable to decipher it, but 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 pictographs.

Ji Mo sensed that something was wrong, so he didn't promise the other party.

"Could it be that someone has the notes of the Great Immortal Void in their hands and is trying to decipher it."

Ji Mo figured out the key point, and said to himself, "If that's the case, then I'll lure you out and get a random vote."