Wu Chang Jie

24

Xie Bi An's eyes widened, and even his expression changed: "Wu She! This Baijisui teacup comes from Longquan Ge Kiln. It's a priceless treasure. You, you really..." He didn't dare to look at Lan Chui Han for a moment. This is a treasure that could be passed down to the family, how is he going to account for this?

Lan Chui Han smiled lightly: "Bi An, don't be nervous, this is..."

"Fake." Fan Wu She threw the broken porcelain piece on the table. Xie Bi An was stunned. His junior brother had crushed someone's famous porcelain that was worth ten thousand gold, and he still humiliated him by saying it was fake, how is this going to end?

Instead of being annoyed, Lan Chui Han laughed: "It's indeed a fake."

Xie Bi An was even more confused. "I have a pair of real ones in my collection at home. They are light white (white got light and dark one meh) patterned, and this set of fish blood red, was made by a friend of mine who imitated the Longquan Ge Kiln. He is the best kiln master in Jiangnan. Although they are not real, they are really beautiful." Lan Chui Han picked up his own teacup and appraised it carefully, "It's a pity that one is broken, I'll just ask him for another one."

Xie Bi An sighed in relief, "Brother Lan, I'm really sorry."

Lan Chui Han's inquisitive gaze slowly shifted from the teacup to Fan Wu She, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were not smiling as he asked, "But how did you know it was a fake?"　

Fan Wu She slowly and methodically wiped his hands, not answering.

"This Baijisui was imitated perfectly, Bi An did not even realize it. Even for those who often play with porcelain, they would not dare to say with certainty whether it's genuine or a sham without expanding a little effort." Lan Chui Han said with a smile, "I heard that you had no one to depend on when you were young, but your behavior and the way you speak, sit and walk, are no different from the son of a noble family. I really do not know which expert that casual cultivator was who taught you so well, and even taught you to appreciate porcelain?"

At this moment, Fan Wu She had the intention to kill Lan Chui Han. This person is different from Li Bu Yu, who simply did not believe in his claim of origin, and deliberately said so in front of Xie Bi An.

Xie Bi An's expression really did change. He frowned slightly and also looked at Fan Wu She.　

Without a change in his expression, Fan Wu She said: "That casual cultivator master of mine exerts the Zongxuan Sword technique, so he's definitely a descendant from the Zong clan. Not only was he a good swordsman, he was also an elegant person. He taught me everything from reading to writing, as well as music, calligraphy, and painting."

Lan Chui Han "Oh" for a long time: "Not to mention Brother Song, even I would like to find that expert as soon as possible, and perhaps have the honor to befriend him."

"You won't be able to find him." Fan Wu She snorted coldly, "He has been anonymous for so many years to stay away from the world's dispute, so he will not be easily harassed."

"He wanted to stay away from the world's dispute (think need to rephrase sounds a bit weird), but he didn't remind you not to easily use this sword technique in front of people?" Lan Chui Han's gaze grew sharper and sharper.

Fan Wu She locked eyes with Lan Chui Han: "Most of those who know this sword technique has already passed away, and those who are alive are not ones I can mess with, so who would have thought it would be recognized?"

The atmosphere between the two was a bit tense.

Xie Bi An hurriedly intervened, "Wu She, you broke Brother Lan's teacup, what should you say?"