In the bamboo forest in the south of the Yangtze River, what Lin Muyang saw was tenacious, upright, and unbending heart, and the husband was born in the world and should be as tall as this green bamboo.

Evergreen, thousands of years of fame.

It's a pity that these people in front of them only know how to pat themselves on the back and flatter, and they don't know the meaning of this painting at all, in their eyes, these paintings are treasures, that is, mountains of gold and silver.

In the eyes of these people, art is money, although it sounds a bit vulgar, but art mainly relies on money to reflect the value, the two contradictory, and the two are related to each other, no one can understand all these things.

Lin Muyang smiled indifferently, life is varied, everyone has their own way of living, and what they see is everyone's life.

"I don't know if we can see Master Jiang's masterpieces"

As soon as the conversation changed, everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of them who was leading everyone.

Everyone's eyes were full of expectation, and their eyes were also full of admiration, from everyone's eyes, it was not difficult for Lin Muyang to judge the identity and status of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Suddenly looked at by everyone with respectful eyes, the man was also a little overwhelmed, and cleared his throat, "Don't joke with Jiang Mou, my paintings in front of the teacher are difficult to get into the elegant hall, less than one thousandth of my teacher"

The tone is modest, but the expression is full of pride.

Jiang Hanlin is now also a well-known master of Chinese painting in the imperial city, and he can be regarded as a personal disciple of the old man.

Call it a pen swordsman!

"Master Jiang, why should you be modest, you are a disciple of the elder of the country, who doesn't know that your paintings in the imperial city are a lot of money."

"That's right, Master Jiang's paintings are often like a sharp sword, shocking the world!"

Jiang Hanlin smiled slightly and waved his hand, revealing a modest look, but his heart was full of satisfaction.

When everyone turned around again, they happened to meet Lin Muyang, who was standing ten meters away from everyone, with his hands in his pockets, looking at several people praising each other.

Everyone frowned immediately when they saw Lin Muyang, looking at the dress they didn't look like people who could participate in this art exhibition, and none of the people here were rich people who spent a lot of money.

"Boy, what are you doing, how did you get in?"

"yes? Did you sneak in and steal the painting?"

"Hurry up and call the police, if something happens, who can afford it, every painting here is priceless, if you break it for the rest of your life, you can't afford to pay for it"

Everyone asked nonsense, and Lin Muyang's head hurt a little when they heard it.

"Who am I and what do you care!"

Lin Muyang glanced at everyone, and when he saw Lin Muyang looking at him with contempt, everyone was even more annoyed, and they all looked solemn and had cold expressions.

"Master Jiang, why did everyone come in this exhibition, if something was broken, it would be a sin"

One person stood beside Jiang Hanlin and reminded.

Jiang Hanlin was silent for a moment, this is not an exaggeration, nor is it alarmist, there are many such examples in their Chinese painting circle.

Some people are not accustomed to seeing each other as famous, so they deliberately send people to make trouble when they open an art exhibition, and even damage the paintings in the exhibition.

Therefore, Jiang Hanlin had to be cautious, looking at Lin Muyang up and down, and he didn't look like an invited guest.

"What's your name, please?"

Although he had already made up his mind in his heart, out of politeness, Jiang Hanlin still asked Lin Muyang's name first.

"Lin Muyang"

Lin Muyang finished speaking.

Jiang Hanlin's brows furrowed, and he quickly began to screen the VIP list in his mind, this time the list was arranged by him personally, and after thinking for a while, he could confirm that Lin Muyang was not the invited VIP.

"Mr. Lin, you are not among the invited guests, how did you come in?" Seeing that Lin Muyang did not answer, Jiang Hanlin took a step forward, and a faint aura appeared on his body, and an overwhelming momentum rushed towards Lin Muyang, a high-level martial cultivator of the Soul Cultivation Realm.

If it were usual, Lin Muyang might have stepped forward directly and slapped him and flew out, but today is the old man's art exhibition, and he is a guest.

Seeing that Lin Muyang just smiled faintly and didn't answer, Jiang Hanlin was even more sure that Lin Muyang didn't have an invitation, and the people around him also began to encourage him one by one.

"Please tell me the truth yourself, or I'll call the security guards."

Lin Muyang's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and his gaze finally fixed on Jiang Hanlin's body, his eyes were like water, but it made Jiang Hanlin feel a kind of depression.

Lin Muyang didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, took out the invitation card from his pocket and clamped it with both fingers, and the invitation flew towards Jiang Hanlin like a sharp blade.

Jiang Hanlin's eyes froze, obviously he didn't expect that the cultivation of such a young person in front of him was not weaker than himself.

And the invitation that was thrown over made me feel a little uneasy, as if it was a sharp blade, with five fingers and claws, and the golden light flashed at the fingertips, and the probe grabbed the invitation.

At the moment of holding, there was a coldness from the five fingers, although the heart was shocked, but the face was still flat and traceless, the five fingers were charged, and a cold air dissipated from the invitation.

"Worthy of the vajra finger, fierce and impermanent"

Looking at Jiang Hanlin, the people around him praised one after another.

King Kong refers to Jiang Hanlin's mastery.

When he opened the invitation, Jiang Hanlin's brows immediately furrowed, it was already very obvious at this time, this was the handwriting of the old man, others may be wrong, but he will definitely not be wrong.

However, such invitations have only been sent three times, namely Dong Qingguo, the president of Imperial Capital University, Nie Ronghua, one of the top ten generals, and Wutai Buddhist Temple.

At this time, only Nie Lao arrived at the gallery and was discussing tea with Guo Lao in the backyard.

Holding the invitation, Jiang Hanlin was puzzled.

"This is what my teacher wrote personally, how did you get it?"

"Of course, it was given to me by the national elder himself"

Lin Muyang replied, hearing that it was an invitation written by the elder of the country, the people around him immediately gathered around to watch, and they couldn't match it when they looked at Lin Muyang.

"How is it possible, this can't be fake!"

"How can the invitation of the national elder be in your hand"

"Could it be a forgery?"

Everyone still doesn't understand that there is an invitation written by the old man in front of him.

"It's true"

Although Jiang Hanlin didn't want to admit it, but it was so, his eyes fell on Lin Muyang again, with doubts in his eyes, he still didn't understand, could it be that the person in front of him had something outstanding or an unusual background?

But the old man has always not looked at the background, only looking at the vote but not the vote.

"It was the elders who appreciated my attainments in calligraphy and painting and specially invited me to come"

Lin Muyang also told the truth, but in the eyes of everyone, it was completely showing off, and Jiang Hanlin was trembling in his heart, appreciating? These two words have touched Jiang Hanlin's heart.

He worshiped under the old man, and others seemed to be infinitely beautiful, but he knew that it was not the old man who appreciated his talent, but his disdainful efforts.

Now I am also in my 40s, but who knows that I have been an apprentice in the gallery for 20 years. Therefore, it is not his talent that impresses Guolao, but his tenacity.

When we met for the first time, the elder said that he was not suitable for this industry, but he was unwilling, so he gritted his teeth and insisted on starting as an apprentice, and now he has got what he wanted.

Now hearing that the elder admires Lin Muyang's talent, this can't help but move Jiang Hanlin, and there is already a thought in his heart, that is, he wants to get rid of Lin Muyang, and Feng Guomin's disciple is only him, Jiang Hanlin.

"It seems that Mr. Lin also has some attainments in calligraphy and painting, and we have nothing to do."

Lin Muyang looked at how Jiang Hanlin couldn't see Jiang Hanlin's innermost thoughts, to be honest, Jiang Hanlin was really hearty. But since someone challenges me, I'm too embarrassed to refuse.

Hearing that the two were going to fight, the gallery suddenly became lively, and the staff quickly set up two bookcases, and the four treasures of the study room were neatly placed.

At this time in the backyard, Feng Guomin and Nie Ronghua were sitting in the room sipping tea, Feng Guomin was talking about the things he encountered during his trip to Haidu, and Lin Muyang's eyes showed appreciation, and his love for talent was undoubtedly revealed.

"It seems that the old man has gained a lot from his trip to Haidu"

"There, there, although that kid is talented, I don't seem to have much interest in it, like a hobby to cultivate sentiment."

Feng Guomin put down the teacup in his hand.

Speaking of this, Nie Ronghua's eyes also flashed, "Speaking of this, I suddenly thought that I also met a person when I came in, this person is in his twenties, but he can see the meaning of your water at a glance, and he can be regarded as a good asset."

"If that's the case, then this exhibition is also worthwhile"

Feng Guomin's face was happy.

"Your disciple Jiang Hanlin has been in the limelight recently, the elders of the country should beat it more, young people must not be aggressive, eager for quick success!"

After listening to Nie Ronghua's words, Feng Guomin also sighed: "I also reminded Hanlin that I originally thought that twenty years of apprenticeship could hone in his temperament, but now it seems that I still can't change his aggressive character, and I only saw his tenacity when I accepted him as a disciple."

Nie Ronghua nodded, "This Hanlin is also outstanding, I have been an apprentice in your boring gallery for twenty years, and the old man will definitely not be able to do it."

Nie Ronghua waved his hand, he felt that Jiang Hanlin was the person who couldn't stay, but in the end it was Jiang Hanlin who stayed.

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Elder Guo, Mr. Jiang is fighting with people outside Nie Lao!"

The two of them frowned at the same time, Feng Guomin's eyes flashed and asked, "Who is it?"

"Lin Muyang"

Hearing three words, Feng Guomin stood up.

The staff who came in were also surprised, they didn't expect the elder to react like this, and in their impression, no matter what happened, the elder didn't show such a look.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and his face did not change, and he said that it was the old man.

"It looks like it's a dragon fight"

Nie Lao's face was also overflowing with joy.

In the gallery, Lin Muyang and Jiang Hanlin stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the rice paper spread out in front of them, the paper was spotless like snow.

"I don't know what it's about?"

Lin Muyang asked Jiang Hanlin beside him, and said the topic, Jiang Hanlin also looked embarrassed, everyone knows that he is good at landscapes, so if the topic of mountains and rivers is passed on, it will definitely be a matter of words.

Say yourself a bully.

"Why don't you just use the Buddha as the theme?"

Just when Jiang Hanlin was in a dilemma, a voice came from the front, the voice was soft and kind, as if the sun was shining on all the darkness in the world.

Everyone looked up and saw a monk wearing a white jade robe, who was about the same age as the old man from his face, but his eyes were more expressive than the eyes of the old man, and it was rare to see it even in young people.

Lin Muyang asked himself that his state of mind was at its peak, and when he saw the eyes of this old monk, his heart was full of turmoil.

After the comprehension of the state of mind reaches a certain level, the gaze of the martial artist will change, and the eyes will flicker with essence, and the divine light will be restrained, returning to the basics.

I didn't expect that the old monk in front of me had such a high level of attainment.

"Ignorant Zen Master"

When they saw the old monk, everyone immediately folded their hands and bowed, even if they were arrogant before, they became much more respectful after seeing the ignorant Zen master.

"Amitabha, donors don't have to be polite, today the poor monk is just a spectator"

The Ignorant Zen Master looked at everyone, and finally fell in front of Lin Muyang, Lin Muyang did not think that these people would fold his hands and bow, but stood quietly and observed the Ignorant Zen Master and these people, and the existence of these people so respectfully This Ignorant Zen Master is probably not simple.

"Can the donor turn into a good karma?"

Lin Muyang waved his hand, "I don't believe in Buddhism", and the answer was also neat, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and you never go against your heart.