For the uninitiated, there is nothing more intuitive than the price to reflect the value of a painting, and ten million is enough to say it all. Many people look at this painting not with an attitude of appreciation, but as if they are looking at a large pile of banknotes, breathing rapidly and ready to move.

Wang Yan opened her mouth wide and forgot to close it for a long time. The heart was shocked, not only because of the preciousness of this painting, but also because this painting was given by Su Jing, it is hard to believe that Su Jing actually gave such a valuable gift, where did he get it? Even if it is their entire Tang family, it is difficult to have such a big stroke.

"Mr. Su, this painting is too precious for me to accept. Murong Qin said cautiously.

"I think Mr. Murong is a good match for this painting, and he has the same lofty artistic conception, and it is only fitting for this painting to stay with you. Su Jing said, although she was surprised that this painting was so expensive, but she didn't plan to change her mind about it as a gift. This painting is one of the few pieces picked up in the garbage of time and space in the Wild Era, compared to the visualization of the beautiful woman, this painting is not known how many grades are missing, this painting is not qualified to call it the method of visualization. However, it is estimated that it is also from the hands of monks, and the artistic conception is still very profound, which is not comparable to ordinary painters.

Hearing Su Jing say this, the people around him sighed, at least tens of millions of gifts that do not know the upper limit are given casually, this is called wealth, this is called generosity.

"Mr. Su praised it falsely, I don't deserve the artistic conception of this painting, I really can't accept it, you better take it back." When these three little mice have offspring, remember to send me a few. Murong Qin smiled and excused herself, with a resolute attitude, and refused to accept anything. Su Jing couldn't force it anymore, and he was very helpless. It's so hard to give a gift these days.

"Mr. Su, I have a question. The two lines of words in the lower right corner were added later, right?" The tall and thin old man Xie Lao suddenly pointed to the two lines of inscription in the lower right corner of the landscape painting and asked, which read: Guide the mountain and make an ode, and pour the North Sea as a bottle.

"What, did it affect this painting?" asked Su Jing without answering.

"Generally speaking, later inscriptions more or less affect the value of the painting, unless the identity of the inscription or the calligraphy is extraordinary. These words are so well written, and they fit the artistic conception very well, not only did not detract points from the painting, but also added points. I'm just a little confused. You had it before you bought it, or who added ......it later" When Xie Lao said this, he suddenly paused, looked at Su Jing fixedly for a while, and said for no reason, "Xiaoyou's surname is Su? ”

"That's right. Su Jing was surprised that this Xie Lao actually knew his name.

"It turns out that it's really you, no wonder, these two sentences were written by you, right? Teacher He Ruixiang mentioned you to me many times. I've also seen the couplet you wrote, and I've been admiring it for a long time, but today I finally saw it. Your calligraphy has obviously improved again. He can be called a master of calligraphy, and Mr. He Ruixiang will be happy to see it. Xie Lao laughed.

"Xie Lao has won the award. Su Jing suddenly realized that he had heard about him from Teacher He.

Murong Qin, Liu Hong and others. According to the conversation between Xie Lao and Su Jing, he understood what was going on. I was inevitably surprised, but I didn't expect Su Jing to be young. There are such calligraphy attainments, with their eyes, they can't see that the two lines of words are actually added later, and they think that the original author inscribed it, completely with the landscape painting on the same level.

"Do you have any other calligraphy creations for me to take a look at, or show them on the spot?" asked Mr. Xie. Murong Qin and Liu Hong also looked forward to it.

"I just brought it. Su Jing said that he practiced the words on the waste paper from the immortal world every day, and the brush words he wrote had basically reached that kind of artistic conception. The inscription on the landscape painting is naturally intentionally controlled, and does not contain sword intent. However, this makes the artistic conception discounted, and compared to the words containing sword intent, it is worthless at all.

Su Jing thought that the words on the handwritten book from the time and space of the Reckless Era naturally couldn't be read to people, and it might scare people to death. Even if it is a text with sword intent written by himself, not everyone can read it, such as the bald middle-aged man at the door of the house last time, and he was scared to the point of collapse after reading it, but if it is a person with a stronger spirit and higher understanding, he may be able to withstand it, and once he can withstand it, then seeing it will bring many benefits. In that case, the words that you write with sword intent will be infinitely useful.

"Take it out and I'll take a look. Xie Lao said.

Su Jing took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, but when he held it in his hand, he hesitated again, Xie Lao is well versed in the artistic conception of calligraphy, and he should belong to the type with strong mental power and high understanding, but if he can't bear it, wouldn't it make him lose face in front of everyone, even if he shows it to him in private and makes him lose his temper, I'm afraid he won't be able to spare himself.

"What, reluctant to show me?" said Xie Lao with a smile.

"It's okay if you don't show it to Lao Xie, at least give it to me, as the birthday star. Murong Qin said with a smile.

"It's my honor to be able to appreciate the handwritten handwriting, but my handwriting has been so sharp lately that my mind may be affected or even unbearable. Su Jing said in a more euphemistic way.

"Hehe, your mind is affected? Are you kidding my old man?" Xie Lao said with a smile, how many paintings and calligraphy he has appreciated, and he thinks that his knowledge is not inferior to anyone, and he has never heard of calligraphy so strong that it affects people's minds. This is reality, not a fantasy world.

"I didn't lie to you. Su Jing didn't hand over the paper in his hand.

"Slap" At this moment, suddenly a hand reached over and snatched the paper from Su Jing's hand, which was Zhu Yizhi who squeezed over. In fact, if Su Jing wants to hide, of course he can, and there is probably no one on the earth who can snatch things from him. However, seeing that it was this Zhu Yizhi, he deliberately did not hide.

Zhu Yizhi shook the paper in his hand and said, "Pretending to be a ghost, twisting and pinching, it's still not a man." Isn't it just a few words, can't people see it?" He was still waiting to give a gift to Mr. Murong, and he was really impatient to see that Su Jing had been dragging on alone for so long, as if he was the protagonist. In particular, Su Jing didn't stop showing off in front of Murong Xian'er, which made him even more unbearable when he wanted to find an opportunity to be courteous to Murong Xian'er.

As he spoke, he unfolded the paper in his hand and looked at the words on it. Su Jing watched with interest, and didn't stop it, he wanted to see if anyone could withstand it, since this guy took the initiative to be an experimental pig, then let him be a good one, Su Jing still hopes that he can succeed and get off to a good start. (To be continued.) )