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Jiang Xiaobai always felt a little weird when he saw the two of them like this.

However, since Tang Tingsong nodded, it means that it is undoubtedly authentic, but there may be some problems with this authentic product.

But as long as it was genuine, no matter if there were any problems or not, he wanted it.

At that moment, he looked at Mr. Lin and said, "Okay, I agree!"

When Mr. Lin heard this, his face suddenly lit up and he got ready immediately.

Soon, he had all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones ready. His eyes fell on Jiang Xiaobai and he said: "Little brother, you are all ready!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and followed Mr. Lin to stand at the table next to him.

At this time, Tang Tingsong and Chang Wensheng also followed.

Jiang Xiaobai did not start painting directly at this time, but thought about it. It took a long time before he started to write.

But when he just got the money, Mr. Lin's voice sounded: "Wait a minute!"

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, and his expression flashed with confusion. At this time, Mr. Lin's voice sounded again: "The painting you gave Mr. Tang was done with his eyes closed. I hope mine is more special!"

As he spoke, Mr. Lin glanced at Tang Tingsong: "Don't let this guy continue to bluster in front of me!"

Thinking about yesterday, he felt so angry.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled helplessly. How could he be like an old child at such an old age?

But after Mr. Lin said this, he thought for a moment, then put the brush down, and while Mr. Lin was confused, he dropped his hand directly into the ink.

At this moment, Lin Lao and the other three were obviously stunned.

Jiang Xiaobai doesn't plan to use his hands directly, does he?

Jiang Xiaobai's actions proved what they were thinking. His hand began to slide on the rice paper, looking extremely casual.

Mr. Lin wanted to say something at this moment, but he suppressed it and did not interrupt.

As time passed, Mr. Lin's expression gradually changed.

Because the lines of ink on the paper began to become vivid and colorful as Jiang Xiaobai's hand slid.

Mountains, green trees, rivers...

Gradually, when a hut appeared on the painting, Mr. Lin suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, this painting looks a bit familiar!"

"Nonsense, of course you are familiar with it. Isn't this your place?"

Tang Tingsong's voice sounded nearby.

When Mr. Lin heard this, he came back to his senses, with a strange look on his face.

No wonder!

After Tang Tingsong reminded him, he found that this was indeed the case.

Jiang Xiaobai made no sound at this moment, and continued to move his hands on the rice paper.

Gradually, as more and more details are added, the whole picture looks more three-dimensional.

After half an hour.

A sharp aura passed through, and the only color appeared in the originally black and white painting.

Those are the flowers in the thatched house courtyard, moving little by little, looking extremely delicate and full of life.

After finishing all this, Jiang Xiaobai simply pressed his hand on the painting.

The ink color diluted the blood color. In this blend of colors, Jiang Xiaobai gently slid his nails and a seal stood on it.

This is a seal and it looks like the blazing sun.

Finally, Jiang Xiaobai picked up a writing brush.

Leave a book behind!

The hand is the pen, and the color is the calligraphy and painting.

Blood is the seal, and the sun shines on the universe.

Talk about the world and the mountains and rivers.

Gathering the wind and the moon, I should know you when I step on the threshold.

After everything was finally done, Jiang Xiaobai put down the brush and looked at the shocked Mr. Lin: "Are you satisfied with this painting?"

"Good paintings, good words, and good sentences, but... I'm not satisfied!"

Mr. Lin looked at the painting and the inscription. He was dazed at first, but then he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with burning eyes and said, "If possible, I would like to get two more paintings!"

"Forehead……"

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Tang Tingsong glanced at Mr. Lin with contempt and said, "If you are not satisfied, I will take this painting away and ask my little brother to give you another one!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand towards the painting.

But before his hand could reach it, Mr. Lin pushed him aside and said: "You are so beautiful, this is mine. If you want to take it away, I can exchange it for yours. I can consider it!"

Whether it was the painting Jiang Xiaobai had closed his eyes before or the one in front of him, there was something wonderful about it.

Therefore, if Tang Tingsong was willing to give up the painting, he would change it for this one.

Don’t think about anything else!

Tang Tingsong shook his head and said, "Forget it!"

He liked the painting Jiang Xiaobai painted for him very much.

Mr. Lin snorted lightly and his eyes fell on the painting again. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

At this time, Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded: "Mr. Lin, the works of the three generations of our academy you just mentioned..."

After saying that, Jiang Xiaobai's face was full of expectation.

He, the head of the Hanlin Academy, took over from his old master.

His old master was a third-and-a-half-generation master, and he was only a part-time employee at that time, informally.

After he took over, he was regarded as the fourth official president of the Hanlin Academy.

He also heard some specific things about the third generation from his old master.

The third generation is named Qin Zong, and he was an old friend with his master.

According to his master, Qin Zong also took over the position of head of the Hanlin Academy at a young age.

The reason why he is famous is that he can enter the spirit through worship paintings. His level is beyond people's imagination.

He was lucky enough to see a work copied by others, and he still feels the depth of its artistic conception.

So you can imagine his expectations now.

If it is genuine, even if it is a fragment, he will not dislike it...