Urban Miracle Doctor: Posted after being rescued by a beautiful president

Following Yan Qing's voice fell.

Everyone in the exhibition looked at Ning Fan gloatingly. If he couldn't say one, two, three today, then he would offend the entire Jiangbei Provincial Painting Association!

Ning Fan opened his mouth and said: "His writing is completely in accordance with that painting."

"Only pursuing the appearance, but not delving into the god in the painting, this level can only be regarded as a beginner's painting."

After hearing Ning Fan's words, Yan Qing became excited.

Zhang Zhouyong thumped in his heart, and quickly shouted in a cold voice: "Surnamed Ning, don't talk nonsense here, I originally drew that painting, and I followed the order in which it was written, shouldn't it be right?"

"After all, this proves that I've developed a muscle response!"

Ning Fan smiled: "Did you feel guilty when you said those words?"

Zhang Zhouyong didn't speak, just stared at Ning Fan coldly.

"Hurry up and get out, don't be ashamed of yourself here again."

Lu Yu said in disgust: "You who don't know anything, dare to comment on the level of President Zhang's paintings. I really don't know who gave you the qualification."

Chen Zi and Chen Zi didn't speak, and they gave Ning Fan the same contemptuous look, and then she decided to wait until the exhibition was over to persuade Zheng Qiqi to stay away from Ning Fan.

It would be embarrassing to follow such a person!

Soon, everyone in the exhibition was full of accusing voices, Zhang Zhouyong's face was flushed, it seemed that his reputation as a master painter was about to be preserved, and he was planning to arrange someone to drive Ning Fan out.

"Wait a minute!"

However, Yan Qing suddenly raised his voice and said: "He's right, this President Zhang's painting skills are indeed only form, not spirit, and the painting level is similar to that of a six-year-old child!"

There was no sound in the exhibition, Lu Yu's movements froze, and the smile on Zhang Zhouyong's face froze.

"President Zhang!"

The next moment, Yan Qing asked: "Please tell me who painted that painting."

Zhang Zhouyong's face changed, and he said bravely, "Master Yan Qing, what do you mean?"

"Didn't we make it very clear yesterday at the teahouse, did I draw this painting?"

Yan Qing snorted coldly and said, "The level of these two paintings is completely different!"

"I don't believe that someone's level can be so different in one day."

At this time, an old man beside Yan Qing also said: "President Zhang's momentum just now is really in place."

"However, the painting you drew in front of all of us doesn't even have the charm, it doesn't even have the chilling feeling of the battlefield and the heavy precipitation of the city wall."

"Only those who are new to the painting world will pursue the appearance, but not pay attention to the charm inside the painting."

"So, please tell the truth, Chairman Zhang, and tell us which master made that painting."

Zhang Zhouyong bit the bullet and wanted to continue lying.

Stab it!

Yan Qing tore up Zhang Zhouyong's words, and shouted angrily: "If you continue to hide, then the Jiangcheng Painting Association will not be recognized by Jiangbei Province in the future, and you will never be able to enter the Provincial Painting Association again in your lifetime .”

heard.

The faces of the people around Zhang Zhouyong changed, and they gritted their teeth and said, "Master Yan Qing, Chairman Zhang is indeed not the author of that painting, he is pretending."

Yan Qing's face was ugly, she never thought that she would be cheated one day.

Feeling the gazes from all around, Zhang Zhouyong gritted his teeth.

And Lu Yu and others were also stunned. They didn't expect such a thing to happen in the painting exhibition.

"Who is the author of this painting?"

Yan Qing asked coldly.

The people from the Jiangcheng Painting Association didn't speak, but just glanced at Ning Fan.

At this time, Ning Fan had already moved towards the high platform.

"what are you doing?"

Lu Yu shouted coldly in a low voice: "Master Yan Qing is in a fit of anger, dare to stand up at this time, are you crazy?"

However, Ning Fan simply ignored him.

"This kid is crazy."

Lu Yu snorted coldly: "If Master Yan Qing and the others are to be held accountable later, we must disown him..."

just.

As soon as he finished speaking, those people from the Jiangcheng Painting Association pointed at Ning Fan and said, "Master Yan Qing, he is the real author of that painting."

Following these words, there was an instant silence.

Swish!

Then, everyone turned their heads to look, and when they saw Ning Fan's face, everyone was stunned, even Yan Qing and the others couldn't believe it.

"how can that be……"

Lu Yu's pupils shrank: "How could he draw that picture?"

But at this time, Zheng Qiqi looked at Ning Fan's eyes and became more and more confused. Mr. Ning is really perfect. Not only does he have a very strong force, but he is also the inventor of the life liquid.

Never thought of it!

He still has a level of painting that is enough to be praised by Master Yan Qing.

It's just a pity...

Thinking that Mr. Ning already had a girlfriend, Zheng Qiqi's eyes darkened again.

"No, it's impossible!"

But soon, Lu Yu shook his head and questioned: "It is absolutely impossible for him to have this level of painting. He must have bribed those people from the Jiangcheng Painting Association to lie with him."

Not only him, many people at the scene thought so, after all Ning Fan's age seemed too young.

"Little friend, did you really draw that painting?"

Even Yan Qing frowned. At Ning Fan's age, he had just learned how to draw shapes, and his master had already said that he was a talented person, but Ning Fan was already able to draw shapes and spirits. ?

He doubted it in his heart!

"Yes."

Ning Fan nodded, and immediately, he raised his hand to pick up the Langhao pen placed aside, and then, under the gaze of everyone.

He directly waved the Langhao pen in his hand!

This time he did not paint the mottled city walls or the battlefield of golden guns and iron horses, but chose a landscape painting.

It was the scene that Ning Fan and Zhou Xiong saw at the Yangcheng Hotel two days ago!

The Langhao brush fell sharply, and soon, the white paper was filled with ink. A long river stood between the giant peaks like a moat, and the green pines were tall and straight. There seemed to be some regularity between the writing , and at the same time mixed with a bit of aura.

"fall!"

Then, Ning Fan clicked the last stroke and said in a low voice: "The painting is done!"

Immediately, a complete painting appeared in everyone's sight. For a moment, everyone looked at the painting in a daze, their eyes were absent-minded, and the whole person seemed to be in the scene.

"it is good!"

Yan Qing was the first to react, with a red face: "This is the level I want to see! It really is a generation of talented people, I didn't expect Xiaoyou Ning to have such a level at such a young age, old man is really old Already."