Lu Lao's expression was a little complicated, and he opened the box, and in the recess inside, there was a light yellow scroll lying quietly.

Swish.

Everyone nearby also focused their eyes, and there was a little curiosity between their eyebrows.

Lu Lao didn't pick up the scroll immediately, but slowly leaned over and put it down, sniffing deeply.

"Sure enough, it smells like cinnabar paper. ”

A flash of joy appeared on his face, and he immediately explained, "The paper used by Master Xiaoyaozi for painting is not what we usually use, but a special paper with cinnabar. Jin Xiaoyou, you have a heart. ”

"Hehe, Lu Lao, you are polite. ”

Jin Aorong smiled heartily, and there was joy on his cheeks that could not be concealed.

He doesn't know calligraphy and painting, and he has only heard of Xiaoyaozi, but it doesn't affect his preferences to attract Lu Lao.

In fact, it was not only him, but the vast majority of people present were like this.

These people are full of lights and wine every day, singing and dancing, how can they calm down to get in touch with calligraphy and painting and understand those literati masters.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

Zhao Qiushui is particularly fond of calligraphy, and at this moment he couldn't help but squeeze to the front, staring at Lu Lao's every move with burning eyes.

In a complicated look, Lu Lao took out the scroll, then untied it, and finally carefully unfolded it on the desk.

This is a painting and calligraphy.

Calligraphy and painting is a collective term for painting and calligraphy, which is the crystallization of the creation of the ancients.

Painting embodies the author's strong emotions and thoughts, while calligraphy is the connotation and artistic conception in painting.

This painting is called the Hundred Battles Map, and the picture is very simple, it is a huge battlefield.

The remnant sun in the sky above is like blood, enchanting and poignant.

On the earth, it was full of blood and fire, the northern and southern armies fought against each other, blood splattered in the air, the ground was full of stumps and broken arms, and every soldier was full of blood.

The distant view of the rear of the two armies is their respective point generals, and there are also soldiers beating drums heavily, and the soldiers on the battlefield are constantly waving their swords, waving their swords and waving swords.

Before I saw this painting, many people didn't care about it, even if it was painted by a famous artist.

But when the painting actually unfolded, the room fell silent.

Some of the paintings are so magical, they will make people feel immersive, and the rich atmosphere of invincibility and extreme tragedy will rush towards you.

Just by looking at it with their eyes, people seem to be able to feel the roar of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, the collision of weapons, and the sound of shouting and killing in a trance.

At the bottom right of the scroll, there are four lines of inscription.

Looking at the smoke and dust of the battlefield from afar, the flute of a hundred battles is in the north and south.

The four sides are surging with drums and blood, and the battlefield is wrapped in white bones and grass roots.

The sword moves blood and fire, and only the head of the sand mouth falls.

Who has not seen the history of ancient times, and the people of the past have seen the fame and fame of the present.

Painting is a good painting, words are good words, painting is in words, and words express the meaning of painting.

At a glance, these lines successfully rendered a tragic atmosphere, and vividly expressed the cruelty of everyone in the furnace of this battlefield, everyone is equal and grass mustard.

However, no one saw Lu Laowei's eyebrows with his head lowered but locked, his two eyes did not blink, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Jin Aorong thought that Lu Lao was deeply trapped, and turned his eyes to look at everyone, "Everyone, this is the Hundred Battles Chart I got occasionally, you might as well evaluate it." ”

"It's a good painting, it's a good painting, it's a good painting. ”

"Good words, this word is really good, and the poem is good. ”

"Sure enough, it's a masterpiece......

Suddenly, a wave of slapping horses hit.

Jin Aorong was even more proud, his eyes swept over, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xia Shao, I see that your brows are slightly furrowed and your eyes are blazing, could it be that you also know calligraphy and painting?"

Swish.

The words fell, and one after another eyes fell on Summer.

Everyone didn't forget this stunned young man, not only spit out Shi Zhengxiang's phlegm, but his harsh words are even more memorable.

If it weren't for Lu Lao's appearance, I'm afraid that Shi Zhengxiang would have been unable to help but do it.

Jin Aorong's intention was very simple, he didn't mind humiliating the summer and embarrassing Shi Zhengxiang.

Really.

When people were watching the summer, they couldn't help but look at Shi Zhengxiang who was standing on the other side.

Shi Zhengxiang's face was gloomy like water, and his eyes seemed to be dripping venom, which was cold and chilling.

"Huh. ”

Summer suddenly smiled.

He never thought that Jin Aorong invited him to come, and he was a sincere friend.

Now you finally can't take it anymore?

Immediately, he nodded unceremoniously, "Yes, I do have a deep study of calligraphy and painting, does Jin Shao need my comments?"

Hear the words.

The corners of Jin Aorong's mouth twitched.

This guy is so shameless.

But on the surface, he didn't show it, and made a gesture of invitation, "I want to hear the high opinion." ”

"Well, since you've begged me, I'm really sorry for my friend if I don't say a few words. ”

Since the other party took the initiative to provoke, he was no longer polite, and immediately shook his head and talked eloquently.

"It's a good painting, and the words are reasonable. It's a pity that it's a fake. ”

What the!

As soon as the words fell.

Everyone in the room immediately changed color.

Even Lu Lao, who had been looking down to observe, immediately looked up, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

On the other hand, Jin Aorong's face instantly became gloomy.

If it were another occasion, he wouldn't mind being false with Xia and secretly calculating him, but Lu Lao is at the moment, and this sentence is equivalent to a slap in the face.

"You are talking nonsense, how could my brother possibly buy a fake painting. It was Jin Aolong who spoke, and his face was full of anger at the moment, "Summer day, I've put up with you for a long time, don't pretend to understand, hum!"

When this sentence was said, everyone in the audience was stunned at first, and then, many people blushed and had thick necks.

all subconsciously shifted their attention.

Summer day!

This stunned young man is actually called this name!

Zhao Qiushui next to him also had a strange face, looking at the summer with a peculiar look.

**Target.

This second ancestor.

Summer's face turned green, and he quickly changed the topic, "I said it was fake, naturally there is evidence, Jin Shao, do you want to listen to my high theory?"

Talk about your sister.

Jin Aorong scolded secretly, and some regretted that he shouldn't have done more.

But he wasn't afraid, and he didn't think the other party could say any evidence.

Because this painting was auctioned by him, there is an appraisal certificate.

At that moment, the smile on Jin Aorong's face became even stronger, "Oh? ”

"Huh. ”

Summer smiled again and stretched out a finger, "The first flaw is the inscription, it just so happens that I have also seen the calligraphy of Master Xiaoyaozi, many famous masters today know that the calligraphy of that mysterious master has reached the Tao, Jin Shao, do you know what the Tao is?"

I know your sister.

Jin Aorong barely squeezed out a smile and said confidently, "Of course I know......"

After a pause, looking at Summer's smiling eyes, he was shocked, and hurriedly changed his words, "But...... I still want to hear Xia Shao's high theory. ”

Hearing him say this, Lu Lao also shifted his attention to Dao Xia, and a trace of curiosity appeared on his expression.

Zhao Qiushui is the same, she only knows that the summer medical skills are amazing, and she is not an ordinary person, and now the other party seems to know calligraphy and painting?

"Do you know why so many people pursue Xiaoyaozi? Because before he appeared, China's calligraphy only entered the realm of gods, that is, the pen was like a god, and after the appearance of Xiaoyaozi, there was a higher realm, called the Tao, which is also the calligraphy in the mouths of many famous artists. "Speaking of which, he looked at Jin Aorong with an embarrassed face," A person's calligraphy, from the use of pen and ink to the structure of the chapter, all contain the accumulation of culture and knowledge, can take the momentum in the strokes of the word, then beautiful, the deconstruction and form of the word is the embodiment of personal style, calligraphy is not a spell, but a method, the words written for people to appreciate to give people a sense of beauty, this is the law of calligraphy, but also the realm that most famous artists can achieve today, and the expression of personal emotions into the words between the lines, this is into the gods, in ancient times, only Wang Xizhi, Huaisu, Shi Tao, Zhang Xu and other names

Only at home can calligraphy be attained, and today, only Mr. Lu can reach this realm. ”

After a pause, he said, "Entering the Tao, the realm is higher, it is to integrate one's own thinking and thoughts into it, even ordinary people who don't know calligraphy can distinguish it at the first time, this is the way of calligraphy." It can resonate with people!" Summer pointed to the painting, "Although these lines of inscription are well written, they only touch the threshold of entering the gods, and are far from entering the Tao." I think...... This is also where Mr. Lu is confused. ”