"Since you are willing to buy garbage, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

After saying this, Chu Ci himself was a little dumbfounded.

He didn't have a brain at all about this sentence, as if his body was no longer his own.

It's as if there are two personalities now, one is a very impulsive devil, thinking that he has injected a muscle memory formula anyway, and he can do it.

But the other personality looked confused, because he didn't know what the muscle memory formula was all about.

What's even more weird is that after seeing the four treasures of the study on the stage, Chu Ci's two legs were uncontrollable, and the ghost made a god walk to the stage.

In addition to the four treasures of the study, there are different kinds of brushes such as large and small wolf hair, large and small white clouds, long, medium and short peaks.

This set of brushes was originally used by Zhang Juke to imitate Zhao Shuwu's paintings all year round, and since he donated the paintings, he thought about donating one and getting eight free.

Seeing Chu Ci coming over, Zhang Juke was not angry: "Little brother, but after the famous family?"

I have to say that Zhang Juke can be called a kind elder, and after changing to other so-called experts and professors, he would have already started to speak wildly.

"Stay away, stay out of the way. Chu Ci didn't stop at all, pushed Zhang Juke away without manners, and walked directly to the stage.

Zhang Juke is also angry and blows his beard and stares.

Qin Tianming on the side also frowned.

In Chu Ci's eyes, there were only the four treasures of the study on the low table and a set of brushes.

No one knows what Chu Ci is going to do.

Most people thought he was mentally ill.

Even Qin Lele and Xiong Chumo didn't know what this kid was going to do.

Only the entropy of the crab cake is roughly understood.

Qin Lele and Xiong Chumo glanced at each other, and both of them smiled wryly.

They didn't know what stimulation Chu Ci was under, but they felt that Chu Ci was weird after he came back from the bathroom, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Zhang Juke didn't understand what was going on, but Qin Tianming had some guesses.

He knew that it must have been Huang Zhaotao who embarrassed Chu Ci because of Qin Lele.

However, he thinks that Chu Ci's upbringing is not very good, even if he is annoyed and angry, he can't push Zhang Juke in public.

There were dozens of people present, except for a few people who were familiar with Chu Ci, most of the others were full of disdain and shame.

Especially Huang Zhaotao, in front of everyone, added fuel and vinegar to tell what happened just now, anyway, the general meaning is that Chu Ci said that the painting is garbage, and the bidders are also garbage, and everyone is garbage.

After Qin Lele glanced at Huang Zhaotao, his face was disgusted, and Xiong Chumo was the same.

The second daughter looked at Chu Ci, her face full of worry, and she was afraid that Chu Ci had broken her brain because of an accident that had just happened.

Even Zhang Juke was puzzled, looked at Qin Tianming and asked, "This kid... What the hell is it for?"

Qin Tianming shook his head, he was also a little numb, he couldn't just pull Chu Ci off the stage and tell him not to be embarrassed.

At this moment, Chu Ci's image is indeed a little convulsive.

Standing on the stage, although he was facing the dozens of people present, he looked directly at the brush on the table as if he was demented.

Qin Pengju shouted angrily: "What's the matter, don't you know how to use a brush." ”

Chu Ci finally raised his head: "Yes, I really don't know. ”

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci moved his hands together, spread the rice paper with his left hand, grabbed the big and small wolf howls with his right hand, and then kicked over the low table.

The low table flew out and smashed directly on Qin Pengju's head.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and everyone retreated in unison with a scream.

In the stands, the rice paper was neatly spread on the ground, and Chu Ci also pouted and lay on the ground at the same time.

Just as Huang Zhaotao was about to call the security guards to blast Chu Ci out, Chu Ci moved.

With the extension of his right hand, the little wolf brush passed a little in the ink, and then, a stroke fell, and a crooked line appeared on the rice paper.

Subsequently, Chu Ci began to move like a cloud, big wolf hair, small wolf hair, short peak, center, long peak, big white cloud, small white cloud and other brushes, one by one.

The brushes scattered on the ground seemed to be endowed with aura, and they were swaying freely on the rice paper.

Yan Entropy, who was gnawing on crab cakes, scratched his head and muttered, "Oh, it turns out that the muscle memory formula is like this." ”

Wang Dafu: "What's going on?"

"Help me take care of the waiter and order this cake again. ”

Wang Dafu: "... ”

After the rice paper was spread out, it was very large, and Chu Ci kept tossing around the rice paper, squatting and crawling for a while, and lying on his side for a while.

But no matter what posture it was, Chu Ci's hands were not idle, and he circled around the rice paper more than a dozen times, and everyone was stunned to come back to their senses.

Between the swaying, the landscape on the rice paper gradually took shape, although there are only black and white colors, but it painted the beauty of heaven and earth, with the Chu Ci kept moving, the landscape painting on the rice paper, let people feel a kind of indescribable thick and expansive.

People gradually became stupid, holding their breath, for fear of disturbing Chu Ci.

Everyone looked at the landscape on the rice paper, and after savoring it, they were intoxicated by the landscape in the painting.

Zhang Juke's eyes were round, and he muttered: "Looking at the painting is both pleasing to the eye and especially sad, the ancients are cloudy, taste its taste, know its meaning, and know its will!"

In addition to Zhang Juke, Qin Lele is also very accomplished, looking at Chu Ci, who is constantly swaying, a pair of beautiful eyes shine.

"The rivers and mountains are like paintings, and the inner beauty is quiet!"

Xiong Chumo was shocked and seemed to be something: "He can still paint?"

Chu Ci raised his head and looked directly at Huang Zhaotao, who was stunned in the audience.

"Trash!"

After scolding, Chu Ci waved his pen again.

After a few brushstrokes, a carp came to life, which was the same as the carp in the painting brought by Zhang Juke, but when I looked at it a second time, I found that the simple carp was many times higher and deeper than the carp with complex lines in the painting brought by Zhang Juke.

Chu Ci shook the pen and dipped the ink again, with a big stroke of the pen, in one go, four big characters jumped on the paper: heaven and earth landscape!

As soon as these four words came out, they hit the chests of all the guests like a heavy hammer, especially Zhang Juke and a few other older people, who gasped, just like when the heat of the colorful summer was unbearable, a basin of ice water poured down, the whole body was transparent and comfortable, and the blocked breath in the heart completely disappeared with the final stroke.

Chu Ci's four characters of heaven, earth, landscape and landscape actually used four fonts.

The clouds are flowing and the pen is like a cloud.

The first word, with the Jin Dynasty popular line of calligraphy, and the characteristics of both regular script and cursive script, sprinkling, neat.

The second character is regular script, the font is square and regular, such as fighting with the army, looking at it is amazing.

The third word, which is written in cursive, is freehand to the peak, just a mountain character, but it is romantic to the extreme.

And the last word is a small seal that is extremely difficult to enter the room, like a picture and a word, which is pleasing to the eye and deeply immersed in it.

Then Chu Ci was like a convulsion, with a stroke of the pen, he wrote a few characters that no one could understand, and Haijue, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't cry or laugh.

These characters he recognized, the Devonian lingua franca, translated into Huaxia is the flame of chaos.

Qin Tianming doesn't know how to paint, but he can see from everyone's faces that Chu Ci is very good B, and Niu B is to the extreme.

Thinking that this kid might be his precious daughter's "boyfriend", Qin Tianming applauded, but who knew that Zhang Juke slapped Qin Tianming's arm like a cat that had been stepped on by his tail.

Zhang Juke glared angrily: "Quiet!"

After Chu Ci finished writing the four words, he felt that he had entered a very wonderful state.

Looking at the landscape on the rice paper, he frowned slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Ci grabbed the rice paper and crumpled it into a ball, and threw it out like garbage.

Everyone looked at Chu Ci like a ghost.

The hearts of Zhang Juke and several old men were dripping blood, as if they had been grabbed by someone, and their faces were full of pain.

Qin Tianming asked stupidly, "What is this kid doing?"

Zhang Juke seemed to think of something, and muttered: "Not satisfied, he is not satisfied with this calligraphy and painting!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Juke exclaimed: "This painting, imitating the landscape of the Northern Song Dynasty painter Fan Kuan, is not a real work, it is better than the real work, it is no exaggeration to say, compared with the real work, perhaps the only deficiency is that the age is not old enough, compared with my river fish, no, no, the two can not be compared, not worthy, not worthy." ”

Qin Tianming asked stupidly, "Are you unworthy, or is he unworthy?"

Zhang Juke didn't want to answer such a naïve question.

In fact, there are not many people in the banquet hall who really understand calligraphy and painting, but they understand Zhang Juke.

It can be seen from Zhang Juke's fascinated appearance and unstingy praise that Chu Ci's calligraphy and painting can be said to be the pinnacle.

Even if you don't consider Zhang Juke's praise, just looking at the landscape and the four big characters painted by Chu Ci are shocking enough.

This time, it wasn't just a few old guys who were bleeding from their hearts, but so did everyone else.

If you're not satisfied, don't throw it up, give it to me, throw it on my head.

But no one dared to speak out easily, because Chu Ci didn't raise his head, and they always felt that it seemed that something else would happen.

Sure enough, Chu Ci moved again.

With his left hand, he stretched out a piece of rice paper on the ground again.

Chu Ci did not paint first this time, but wrote two big characters first.

Beings!

The word sentient beings is used for wild grass.

Everyone always thinks that these two words are very arrogant, as if they are two bull X's in capital letters.

It looks like a word that feels arrogant and underbeaten, and everyone has seen it for the first time.

After the two words were written, Chu Ci squandered ink again.

The stupidity of a pig, the shrewdness of a monkey, the simplicity of a dog, the fierceness of a tiger...

Zodiac, lifelike.

Looking at the 12 zodiac signs full of aura, everyone couldn't help but applaud.

In addition to the zodiac, there is also a mecha monster, a bit like the disfigured Gundam, and everyone looks at each other with a stunned expression.

Yan Entropy smiled like something.

This mech is the standard individual equipment of the Devonian period.

Many people don't understand mountains and rivers, but animals have seen them.

Compared with other color paintings, black and white show the characteristics and agility of the zodiac.

Of course, they had to ignore the disfigured Gundam in the painting.

Chu Ci raised his head and hooked his hand at Xiong Chumo, who still had a little shock on his face.

Xiong Chumo didn't know why, and walked on stage under the gaze of everyone.

"I'll send you. Chu Ci handed the painting to Xiong Chumo's hand, "I owe you money for the tablet before the entropy of the flames." ”|

Xiong Chumo was overjoyed, smiling like a flower: "Go back and paint me a few more, I bought more than 2,000 flat paintings." ”

Qin Lele's face was full of jealousy.

She also wanted a painting.

She didn't like those critters, she liked the disfigured Gundam.

The applause became more and more intense, and everyone's attention was on Xiong Chumo's hands.

You can't think of any other words than breathtaking.

Whether they understand it or not, they all feel that there is a certain resonance with the two paintings painted by Chu Ci.

Of course, except for Huang Zhaotao and Qin Pengju.

They found resonance, found resonance to be slapped in the face.

Just when everyone thought that Chu Ci was finished painting, Chu Ci sighed, as if pulling toilet paper, took out the rice paper and picked up the pen again.

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Chu Ci painted another one.

In just twenty minutes, a pair of landscapes, four big characters, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Chu Ci hooked his finger at Wang Dafu, who was watching the excitement from a distance.

"I'll send you. ”

Wang Dafu was happy like a 200-pound child, jumping and jumping on the stage, very excited.

Lao Wang has lived for half his life, and for the first time he received this high-end "gift", to be precise, he received cigarettes, alcohol and lighters.

Chu Ci is a pen again.

A pair of descending tigers is lifelike.

Chu Ci beckoned to Luo Haoran, who was watching the excitement from a distance: "I'll give it to you." ”

Lao Luo was flattered, and under the eyes of others full of envy, jealousy and hatred, he ran onto the stage as if he was afraid of being robbed.

Chu Ci still buried himself in the pen

The entire banquet hall was silent, and more than a hundred people just looked at Chu Ci, looking at Chu Ci like a machine, painting one after another.

In just over an hour, plus the one that was turned into waste paper before, Chu Ci painted seven paintings.

sent Xiong Chumo, sent Luo Haoran, and also sent Wang Dafu, and even Haijue and Jack Boy sent two pairs, Jack Kid is Flash, and Haijue is a medieval aristocratic maid.

Many people reacted to the taste, and they realized that Chu Ci was not a nobody at all.

Luo Haoran went up and called brother, and at a glance, he knew that the two had a great relationship, but Lao Luo asked Chu Ci to drive him down when he was there.

As for Haijue, he basically had this treatment, but he didn't have a seizure at all, and he praised a few words.

It was only at this time that everyone understood that Luo Haoran and Haijue knew Chu Ci at all.

No wonder the two of them just bid for Chu Ci's half box of cigarettes at a high price.

Huang Zhaotao felt like a shabi, a shabi who held the garbage and didn't let go.

Every time Chu Ci paints a piece, the value of what he holds depreciates by a few points.

What made him feel even more like Shabi was that he had offended someone, offended a person who looked like a nobody but was definitely not a nobody... Nobody.

The main thing is that I am panicked.

Zhang Juke has already said that the paintings painted by Chu Ci are not genuine, but they are better than the authentic paintings, not to mention that the included paintings in his hands are very likely not to be authentic.

Money, it doesn't matter.

The problem is that his "Bojia smile" has become a joke completely.

The beautiful woman may have laughed, laughing at him for being a big shapi, a big shabi who spent five million to buy garbage!

Because Chu Ci said that the painting in his hand was garbage, and he also proved with his actions that his painting was indeed garbage, and people could paint real "art" in minutes.

Chu Ci took a deep breath and pulled out a piece of rice paper again.

Pick up the pen, father and daughter.

Swaying, the old cow licks the calf.

Zhang Juke shouted emotionally: "What a look, the hope is moving, the view is deep, good, good, good!"

Zhang Juke said three good words in a row, and many parents of the guests couldn't help but applaud again.

Applause, deafening applause.

Chu Ci took a deep breath, stepped off the stage, and handed the painting that had not yet dried to Qin Lele.

"I'm not afraid of a lack of father, I don't have a father, if you really lack it, I'll be your father!"

Qin Lele's face was complicated, a little moved, and some inexplicable emotions, but as soon as Chu Ci opened his mouth, he didn't get up and came out, and directly knocked a finger on Chu Ci's head.

Chu Ci didn't understand what happened to Qin Lele when he was a child, so he took it for granted.

Qin Tianming's eyes were red next to him, and this old cow licking the calf made him have mixed feelings.

Zhang Juke on the side pushed everyone over and looked at Chu Ci with a little shyness on his face: "Yes, can I give the old man a pair of ink treasures." ”

"Do you want an old face?" Chu Ci rolled his eyes: "Who are you, I don't know you." ”