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"Xianquan, what are you talking about?"

An old man frowned.

The quality of these paintings is absolutely superb.

Empty talk and direct slander would be out of character.

"Look here!"

The young man pointed to a picture of a tree and said: "The ink here is obviously too heavy, and it is obviously out of standard! If he is really a master, this kind of mistake cannot happen!"

Yes, he can't pick out any other issues. In terms of artistic conception, there is artistic conception, and in terms of style, there is elegance.

After the young man finished speaking, both eyes were focused at the same time. Even Su Qingrou glanced at him.

The young man was talking about a leaf.

The rest is green, only one is slightly darker green.

Su Qingrou discovered this very early, but she never understood the reason.

At this moment, I heard that someone had also noticed it, so I couldn't help but look at Jiang Xiaobai curiously.

I want to know if Jiang Xiaobai has any explanation.

When those pairs of eyes were locked on Jiang Xiaobai, Jiang Xiaobai's expression flashed with helplessness, and after a moment he slowly said: "It's really heavy here!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's direct admission, the young man sneered. Just when he was about to continue saying something, Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded: "When I painted this painting, I happened to be 13 years old, and this leaf is my The final stroke of writing!”

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai paused and said: "Because I was anxious to host the calligraphy and painting activities, I was a little anxious, and this stroke also means that my state of mind was indeed unstable at the time!"

The simple explanation made everyone in the Su family lose their minds.

At this time, the young man was stunned and said with an angry expression: "You are shameless, you are 13 years old? Why didn't you tell me how old you were when you drew it?"

"Because I only came into contact with calligraphy and painting when I was ten years old!" Jiang Xiaobai responded.

As soon as these words fell, the young man became sluggish again, and became even more angry the next second.

Jiang Xiaobai must be too shameless.

Does this mean that this tree painting has reached such a terrifying level within three years of exposure to calligraphy and painting?

The rest of the people were also shocked at this moment, looking in the direction of Jiang Xiaobai with disbelief.

If this is the case, then Jiang Xiaobai's level may be a bit scary.

"I do not believe!"

The young man responded angrily.

At this time, Tang Xiaonuan's voice sounded: "My brother was with me until he was ten years old. Before he was ten years old, he really didn't have access to calligraphy and painting!"

While talking, Tang Xiaonuan looked at Jiang Xiaobai with some admiration.

As expected of his brother, he is awesome.

Tang Xiaonuan's words silenced the atmosphere present and made everyone's incredible gazes deepen.

Su Qingrou also looked a little surprised, obviously not expecting that this painting was actually made by Jiang Xiaobai when he was 13 years old.

The young man who had just spoken, his face turned red from holding back his words, and he was speechless for a moment. In the end, he could only say: "You will definitely speak for him, but who knows if it is true?"

"enough!"

At this time, an old man who had been paying attention to the painting suddenly spoke. He gave the young man a cold look, then his eyes fell on Jiang Xiaobai and said: "I seem to know your ink painting skills..."

As he spoke, the old man paused, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Little brother, do you have a name?"

His memory is truly profound.

He had seen a painting, and that painting also amazed him. The artistic conception alone was unmatched.

This painting was exactly what he saw in Wentian Yuan, and it is now collected by the dean of Wentian Yuan.

"No name!"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head.

He only has the seal of the Hanlin Academy.

The name was never given.

"That painting really doesn't have a name!"

The old man pondered for a moment, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Little brother, have you ever sold your works to anyone else?"

"Hey……"

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged helplessly as he listened, shook his head and said, "I have never been a peddler, but my teacher gave me away a lot!"

Even now, Yun Tianhua should still be delivering food.

For example, a painting at the Shining Gate auction was given by Yun Tianhua.

Looking back now, he didn't even know what Yun Tianhua's purpose was.

When he shook his head helplessly, the old man's eyes flashed with surprise. After looking at the four paintings again, he said: "My little brother's level is indeed very high. If you represent those who study in the Su family, I have no objection!"

"I have no opinion either!"

"I do not have either!"

The elders present all spoke out and expressed their high recognition of Jiang Xiaobai's work.

After all, the ability is indeed there.

Anyone can see it.

Moreover, if the tree painting was really painted by Jiang Xiaobai when he was 13, then Jiang Xiaobai's background might be even more terrifying than they imagined.

As the elders present spoke out one after another, the younger generation present, although full of discomfort, could not express any objections at this moment.

Su Qinghe had a cheerful smile on his face, and Jiang Xiaobai's excellence also added to his face.

"Qingrou, can you give me one of your paintings?"

At this time, the old man who spoke first looked at Su Qingrou and said.

"cannot!"

Su Qingrou shook her head anxiously and said, "I...I still collect it myself!"