Zhengyangmen: I refuse to be a bootlicker, Su Meng panicked

Next, it was about how Han Chunming, who was waiting to be confronted, would be defeated.

At this time, the most nervous person was of course Hou Polan who was standing next to Han Chunming.

In the antique world, everything is about giving people some face.

This can be seen from the code words.

For example, even if people know that something is fake, they generally won’t point it out directly.

And to say that this guy has taken action, or to say that he is not optimistic.

In this rather euphemistic way.

It is extremely rare to see someone confronting others head-on like Mr. Tang San in front of him.

Of course, when it comes down to it, the root of all these problems lies in the black gourd.

The most critical question at the moment is what is the secret behind this black gourd.

In the eyes of Marquis Ruin, this black gourd is completely of no quality.

But he didn't know why Han Chunming was so confident. Thinking of this, the Broken Marquis couldn't help but look at Han Chunming again. The degree to which he raised the corner of his mouth was even more exaggerated than before.

Seeing this familiar smile, Hou Polan's mind suddenly opened up and he thought of a possibility.

"Could it be..."

He couldn't help but think of a familiar scene. At this time, Han Chunming finally moved.

Facing Mr. Tang San who was right in front of him, it would be unreasonable for him not to speak.

Raising his eyebrows, Han Chunming faced Mr. Tang San and said calmly, "What are you talking about?"

His tone was nonchalant, and the situation seemed to carry the aura of disdain of a superior.

After saying that, without waiting for Mr. Tang San to answer, he just picked up the ink gourd in his hand and flipped it over. The ink gourd somersaulted in the air and landed steadily in Han Chunming's hand.

This extremely cool move made everyone present stunned.

Han Chunming gently pushed the ink gourd forward and presented it to Mr. Tang Sanye. He spoke softly at the right moment, "Have you seen this gourd before?"

"That's natural!"

Although this action was quite impressive, it was obviously garish in the eyes of Mr. Tang San. He simply smiled coldly and said in a clear and gentle voice, "The inner tube of this gourd is probably made of pottery sand, and the outer layer of lacquer is produced by the lacquer tree, and it is made of tung oil to form a black lacquer. In the old days, it was often used to paint coffins!"

"And this gourd should also be the shape of the old society!" "How do you say..."

The smile on his face grew. "Although it's been decades, with this kind of craftsmanship, even in this Ghost Market, you can find something more precious than this!"

Having said this, he stopped talking and just glanced at Han Chunming coldly with a teasing look.

Seeing this, the sidelines naturally erupted in excited cheers. This statement made sense and was a sure win!

However, to everyone's surprise, in the face of such solid evidence, Han Chunming only smiled faintly, curled his lips, and looked at Mr. Tang San, "You just said that the inner tube of this gourd should be made of pottery sand!"

"good!

Master Tang San nodded boldly. "Then here comes the question!"

Han Chunming sneered, "Since it's made of pottery sand, why bother making it multiple times, sculpting it with clay on the outside, and then painting it with black paint?"

"This……"

This question stumped the audience. Yes!

Whether it is pottery or purple sand, there is no need to paint the clay sculptures! This is simply unacceptable!

However, upon hearing this question, Master Tang San burst into laughter. "...Haha! I knew you'd ask that!"

As if he had anticipated this, he said aloud, "At first, I felt strange too!"

"That's why I took a few more glances at it!"

"And...after taking a closer look, I discovered the inside of this gourd is completely glued shut! It's completely unusable!"

"Paste it?"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but show curious expressions.

This is too weird!

However, looking at Mr. Tang San's expression, it was clear that he had already seen through all of this, and everyone immediately cast curious glances at him.

Feeling everyone's eager gazes, Master Tang San smiled faintly and directly revealed the answer, "But as soon as I saw the black lacquer of this gourd, I knew it!"

"You were just asking why we had to apply this layer of black paint multiple times in one go!"

"Okay, I'll tell you now!" "That's because..."

"The gourd in your hand is a ghost item from a tomb!" "Ghost item?" Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

"Ghost goods" is a jargon in the antique world. Initially, it referred specifically to antiques found in ancient tombs.

But now, it also refers to the objects in the tomb.

It makes perfect sense to say that this gourd is an object in the tomb. After all, this lacquer is the lacquer used to paint coffins, and painting a gourd at the same time is completely a matter of personal arrangement.

Hearing this, everyone nodded in sudden realization and began to praise Master Tang San.

And amidst this kind of flattery.

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Superficial and ignorant!"

This sudden sound was like a needle piercing everyone's heart. Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely piercing.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and soon discovered that the person who spoke was none other than Han Chunming.

At this moment, Han Chunming had a faint sneer on his face, which seemed full of sarcasm.

That expression seemed to be mocking Mr. Tang San, and also seemed to be mocking everyone at the scene who had just agreed with him.

Seeing this, everyone was naturally dissatisfied. Third Master Tang was initially displeased, but soon turned to joy.

Since he stood up, he was not afraid of Han Chunming coming out to debate with him.

Instead, he was worried that Han Chunming would just give in and ignore the good and the bad. This scene before him was the first thing he saw.

So, he also smiled coldly and directly responded to Han Chunming's words: "When you say 'shallow and ignorant', are you referring to us or yourself?"

"Who would say that about themselves?" Han Chunming raised his eyebrows, the meaning was self-evident.

"hehe!"

Master Tang San just sneered and squinted his eyes at Han Chunming, "Interesting!

"Today, I want to broaden my horizons!"

He pointed at the ink gourd in Han Chunming's hand and said, "Come here! Master Han! Please teach me!"

After he finished speaking, he spread his hands towards the crowd and said, "Everyone, follow me, Tang Lao San, and broaden your horizons today!"

"Third Master is too polite!" "This is too pampering for him!"

"What do you know! This is called grace!"

"Next, I want to see what else this guy can do!" - A group of people echoed one after another.

However, Mr. Tang San soon waved his hand, and everyone immediately stopped talking and just looked at Han Chunming coldly.

They waited quietly for Han Chunming's next reaction. Han Chunming didn't let them wait too long.

After everyone calmed down, he spread his hands and raised the ink gourd slightly upwards again.

At the same time, he winked at Mr. Tangshan and said, "You just said that the inner tube of this object is made of pottery sand!"

"Is this black paint also because this thing is ghost stuff?"

"Of course!" Facing Han Chunming's question, Mr. Tang San nodded confidently, "I've already given you the relevant reasons! If you think it's not true, you'd better provide evidence before speaking."

"hehe!"

Han Chunming smiled coldly. "Evidence?"

After the sneer ended, a cold light suddenly flashed in Han Chunming's eyes.

Then he gently lifted the ink gourd. Suddenly, the inky black gourd flew straight up, reaching a height of at least a meter. The air boomed, and a sound echoed between the air and the ink gourd.

Then, the ink gourd flipped several times and landed steadily in Han Chunming's hand again.

Although the whole process was fast and the movements were quite graceful, at this moment, there was a chorus of disdainful criticism from all around. "Is this a juggling act?"

Mr. Tang San just smiled coldly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

It seemed that he did not want to argue with Han Chunming any more, so he directly said, "No matter how good you are at juggling, the gourd is still the same gourd. Can it become a treasure?"

"Yo!"

As soon as these words fell, Han Chunming's excited voice suddenly rang out, "How do you know that this gourd can turn into a treasure?"

As he spoke, he looked at Master Tang San with a vigilant look. Master Tang San: “…”

Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing! This gourd can also be turned into a treasure? This guy must have made a staff!

At this moment, when Han Chunming said this, a look of worry suddenly appeared in the eyes of Marquis Polan.

Here it comes! It is indeed like this!

Sighing, Hou Polan stared at the gourd in Han Chunming's hand.

After a brief burst of laughter, the onlookers began to make fun of him with contempt.

Mr. Tang Sanye had a confident look on his face, with a smile on his lips. He said nothing more, but just looked at Han Chunming with a sneer, as if he was waiting for him to finish.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Han Chunming. At this moment, everything suddenly became quiet.

It was in this silence that a "crack" sound of breaking was heard.

The sound was extremely subtle, but everyone was so quiet just now that the breaking sound was so obvious.

After the sound, although everyone felt a little strange, they did not take it seriously and waited for the farce to end.

But just when everyone was about to ignore it.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sounds of shattering, like continuous thunder and a symphony, rang out one after another.

Now, everyone could no longer ignore it. One of them couldn't help but look over. "This..."

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

Because the cracking sound wasn't coming from any other object. It was coming from the ink gourd in Han Chunming's hand. "Is it... the ink gourd cracked?" Everyone quickly found the reason. Cracks are most common in porcelain.

Porcelains like Ru porcelain and Ge kiln porcelain will even make cracking sounds after thousands of years.

For an ink gourd like this, if it is made of clay and then painted, it is very likely to crack.

The only weird thing is that such a dense opening seems unlikely to happen!

Just when everyone felt a little confused.

Han Chunming didn't let everyone wait for long, and waved the ink gourd towards Mr. Tang San and everyone else.

"Next...it's time to witness a miracle!"