peerless teacher

"Haha, Old Zheng, I just bought a famous painting from Wu Yezi this time. It's absolutely authentic."

Fang Lun showed off.

Naturally, Miao Mu's famous paintings cannot be compared with Wu Yezi, because Wu Yezi is recognized as the No.1 painter in Jiangnan.

His paintings, even if they are not famous paintings, are hard to find!

"Prefect, take it out quickly?"

"Master Wu's famous painting, I haven't seen it before!"

"It should be said that very few people have seen it, because those who can buy his paintings are either rich or expensive, and they will collect them when they get them, and the idlers will not see them!"

The guests talked and looked excited.

This is the celebrity effect. Da Vinci's paintings are definitely more attractive than those of a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Bring it up!"

Fang Lun shouted.

Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo looked at each other, and it was time to come.

Sure enough, the little maid quickly entered the hall, but she was too small, so the two maids started to open the scroll.

"This is Master Wu Yezi's new work, "Picture of Wealth and Noble Residence", it... Huh?"

Fang Lun originally wanted to introduce this painting, but the moment he saw it, he was stunned. Why did he feel something different?

In a few places, the color has changed, and the artistic conception of the entire painting has also changed.

"Old Fang, what's the matter?"

Qi Muen was puzzled.

"It's nothing, I'm just lamenting that it is worthy of being a master's work. Every time I read it, I have a different understanding!"

Fang Lun laughed out loud, full of admiration.

He regarded the difference between these two famous paintings as the expression of Wu Yezi's superb painting skills.

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhiruo quietly nudged Li Ziqi with her elbow: "Master, you've passed the test!"

"Ok!"

Li Ziqi was also relieved.

In fact, this is not to blame for Fang Lun's carelessness, but anyone who wants to break his head would never think that someone can copy a famous painting that is almost exactly the same!

"Good painting!"

"It really is a masterpiece!"

"This artistic conception, this composition, is simply amazing!"

The guests praised it again and again, especially those senior officials who had become officials, and immediately felt a sense of being noble, distinguished, and not in tune with the world!

"Master Wu Yezi's works really deserve their reputation!"

Li Zixing clapped his hands and praised: "Master Sun's painting just now is not bad, but compared to this one, the artistic conception and technique are much worse!"

Is it bad?

The guests couldn't understand it, but it was right to agree, because thinking with their asses, Wu Yezi's paintings must be better than Sun Mo's paintings.

"puff!"

Ying Baiwu, who always had a cold face, couldn't help laughing at this moment, and then felt contemptuous in his heart, these big shots were indeed hypocritical and ignorant people.

Zheng Qingfang shook his head helplessly, it was obviously Sun Mo's chance to make a name for himself, but Fang Lun came out like this, hey!

"Huh? This painting..."

Miao Mu was surprised, why did he feel something was wrong?It's just that before he could remember what was going on, he heard someone shouting!

"This painting is fake!"

Fang Lun was furious, are you questioning my vision?It's just that he was about to get mad, but when he turned his head, he saw that the person speaking was Li Zixing's youngest son, Li Feng.

This made him so full of scolding that he couldn't speak.

"No nonsense!"

Li Zixing scolded.

"Father, this painting is fake!"

Li Feng was still young, when he saw that others didn't believe what he said, he became more rebellious and insisted on proving himself to be right.

"My lord, where do you think this painting is fake?"

Fang Lun asked in a bad tone.

"Fake...fake..."

Li Feng stuttered, he was worried that after the little maid destroyed the famous painting, the lowly maid would confess himself.

"This is obviously a famous painting with a wonderful brushwork, how could it be fake?"

Qi Muen shook his head, this fellow Li Feng is too outspoken.

"Yeah, why is it fake?"

Hearing this, Li Feng suddenly began to doubt himself. Could it be that I was wrong?So he stared at the scroll, wanting to see if there were traces of making up.

"Huh, passed the level!"

Sun Mo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the little maid, and blinked.

"Whee!"

The little maid who had been terrified at first burst into a smile, but at this moment, a heroic voice sounded.

"I'm late, forgive me!"

Li Ziqi turned his head, and then his expression changed, because it was Wu Yezi who came.

Chapter 510

When the little maid heard this voice, her body trembled uncontrollably.

Because of her delicate and cute appearance, coupled with her cleverness and quick learning of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is deeply loved by Fang Taishou.

Whenever Taishou Fang is arty, he will bring her with him.

With courtesans?

It's too vulgar, what Fang Taishou wants is the feeling of a cardamom girl waiting by his side, but no matter how much he loves Yi Cui'e, once the famous painting is destroyed, he will definitely kill her.

"Calm down, calm down quickly, Mingshi Sun's painting skills are absolutely top-notch, and he will never be seen as a flaw!"

The little maid comforted herself.

Sun Mo turned his head. Everyone was tall and burly, but extraordinarily thin. He was wearing a white robe casually. He didn't know how many days it hadn't been washed. There were not only wrinkles, but also ink stains.

His hair was disheveled, tied with a hemp rope, and tied behind his head in a disheveled manner.

"Sure enough, it's art!"

Sun Mo pouted, he didn't understand why art students always dress in this style?

Zheng Qingfang and his entourage greeted him and began to reminisce about the past.

Painters are not top-notch, but once they reach the level of No. [-] in the south of the Yangtze River, it will be different.

Taking advantage of this interval, Sun Mo activated the divine insight technique and stared at Wu Yezi.

67 years old, fifth level of the divine power realm!

I have learned painting since I was a child, and I have never stopped in the cold and heat.

He has outstanding talent. If he puts his energy into cultivation, he will definitely achieve something and even become a famous teacher, but he loves painting too much.

For the sake of painting, he once gave up love, because he felt that love would make him a layman, who would be trapped by firewood, rice, oil and salt for the sake of family and responsibilities.

"..."

Sun Mo admired this kind of painting idiot at first, but when he saw this data, he suddenly disdained it, because he felt that love and the trivial daily life were also a kind of experience and a kind of happiness.

Suddenly, Sun Mo understood why Wu Yezi was able to paint "Picture of Wealth and Idleness", and also understood the deeper meaning of this painting.

This guy regards everyone as a layman.

Today is the deer tail banquet, although all the invited guests are either rich or expensive, but not all of them are qualified to talk to Wu Yezi.

Those who can stand by Wu Yezi's side are all top leaders like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing.

For everyone else, just smile.

"Master Wu, we are admiring your "Picture of Wealthy and Idle Dwelling"."

Fang Lun invited: "It just so happens that the master is here, why don't you explain it to us?"

"No need. The so-called famous paintings are meant to be appreciated and comprehended by yourself. If you listen to other people's introductions, you will fall into the lower class."

Wu Yezi simply refused.

This is his opinion, but the more reason is that he is lazy and disdainful. Those present are just a group of ordinary people, and they deserve me to teach them painting?

Wu Yezi looked around and saw that these people were all smiling with kind attitudes. He had long been used to such compliments, and was about to find a seat and sit down to drink tea when he suddenly saw a young man talking to a girl beside him. Didn't take myself seriously at all.

Cough!

Wu Yezi pretended to cough.

"Is Master sick?"

Fang Lun looked worried, and the others immediately asked for warmth.

"I feel the wind and cold occasionally, it's okay!"

Wu Yezi saw that the young man just looked up at him, then lowered his head, even when his eyes met, he didn't express anything.

"Tsk, this look seems to look down on me?"

As an artist, Wu Yezi's mind is still very delicate,

"Master Sun, your painting "Galloping Horse" is very good, but it is not as good as Master Wu's "Dwelling in Rich and Noble Mountains", so don't be complacent and learn from it with an open mind. , this is Master Wu Yezi, the No.1 painter in Jiangnan!"

Ni Jingting spoke again, still to disgust Sun Mo.

He could tell that someone like Sun Mo was confident and proud. Of course, because he was talented and had the capital, if he was subdued, he would most likely hate Wu Yezi.

Miao Mu is dead, so Wu Yezi can't and can't beat you, right?

If you can beat Wu Yezi, I, Ni Jingting, will have your surname!

Ni Jingting looked at Sun Mo with a smile. If Sun Mo visited Wu Yezi as a junior, then the reputation he had accumulated just now would also be weakened a bit.

Think about it, such a powerful Sun Mo still has to show respect to Wu Yezi, doesn't it mean that Master Wu is even more powerful?

It's like at a banquet, a third-tier movie star just came out of the limelight, but the Oscar superstar Leonardo came, who cares about you, after the banquet, people will only discuss Leonardo.

"This guy is disgusting!"

An Xinhui frowned, and wanted to help Sun Mo out, but before she could speak, Wu Yezi screamed.

"Whose painting is this?"

Swish!

In the Linjiang Palace, there was an instant silence, and the guests stared at Wu Yezi in astonishment. This famous painter was staring at "Dwelling in the Rich Mountains", fascinated.

Then in the next moment, their eyes turned to Fang Lun again, and their first reaction was, was he deceived by a liar?If this is Wu Yezi's painting, why doesn't he know it himself?

"Master Wu, this... is this the painting I got from you?"

Fang Lun frowned.

"My painting?"

Wu Yezi frowned, took a few steps forward again, and observed carefully: "No, although they are very similar, I didn't draw them!"

Hearing this, Sun Mo sighed, and he knew that he couldn't be fooled.