Yang Fan looked at the scroll in his hand, and his mind couldn't help but fall into memories.

At the beginning, Yang Fan was in charge of the underworld, and a handsome man came to the underworld.

As soon as the man entered the underworld, he found pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to paint in front of the River Styx.

The man's paintings are very realistic, the flowers and plants he paints have made bees and butterflies dance, and the fish he has drawn have attracted black cats......

One day, Yang Fan happened to pass by the River Styx and met the man, Yang Fan saw that his painting was successful, so he ordered someone to bring wine, drink and talk with the man, and talk about the way of painting.

And this man is Tang Yin, in the conversation, Tang Yin showed all his life's learning in front of Yang Fan, and Yang Fan also knew a lot of ways to paint.

At the same time, when Tang Yin was drinking with Yang Fan, he was drunk for several days, drew many masterpieces in front of Yang Fan, and gave them to Yang Fan.

And this "Lady Picture" was also made by Tang Yin in the underworld and after drinking.

Yang Fan remembered that after Tang Yin was drunk, he had drawn more than ten "Ladies Pictures" in one go, and now Yang Fan still has more than ten pairs in his sleeves.

The "Lady Picture" taken out by Yang Fan was painted by Tang Yin himself, so no matter who comes to inspect it, Yang Fan's "Lady Picture" is definitely genuine.

"Authentic, absolutely genuine. In the hall, Zeng Qinghai couldn't put down Yang Fan's "Lady Picture".

In the end, Zeng Qinghai took a deep breath, and then he finally came back to his senses.

Zeng Qinghai squinted his eyes, calmed his face, glanced at Chen Linxin, and snorted coldly: "Chen Linxin, it's okay, I actually took out a fake, and almost deceived the old man's eyes." ”

Zeng Qinghai held back a wave of anger in his heart, he is a dignified master of Chinese painting, and Tang Yin's paintings can't tell the truth from the fake.

"Zeng Lao, my paintings are real!" Chen Linxin's brows furrowed, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry, the ghost knows why his genuine "Lady Picture" suddenly became a fake.

Zeng Qinghai's position in China is very important, and if he can tie Zeng Qinghai, it will be of great help to Chen Linxin's future.

Chen Linxin thought that he could take this opportunity to climb the high branch of Zeng Qinghai, but he never expected that he would kill Yang Fan in the end.

"Yang Fan, damn Yang Fan!" Chen Linxin gritted his teeth in anger, his face twitched, if it wasn't for Yang Fan suddenly killed, how could his "Lady Picture" be judged to be a fake for no reason?!

"Old Zeng, listen to my explanation!" Chen Linxin turned his eyes and looked at Zeng Qinghai pitifully.

However, Zeng Qinghai had a straight face and snorted coldly: "Go and explain to Ding Yuan yourself!"

As he spoke, Zeng Qinghai still squinted his eyes and glanced at Yang Fan, Yang Fan took out the genuine "Lady Picture" and slapped not only Chen Linxin's face, but also Zeng Qinghai's face.

After all, it was Zeng Qinghai who identified Chen Linxin's "Lady Picture" as genuine just now!

"Teacher, listen to my explanation!" Chen Linxin broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Okay, I see it all. Ding Yuan's face was gloomy, and his expression was very ugly.

Ding Yuan never expected that Chen Linxin would give him a fake at his birthday party, and it was exposed by Yang Fan on the spot, which made Ding Yuan's face gloomy.

"Old man Ding, I didn't bring any gifts this time, so I'll give you this lady's picture. "Yang Fan, as the Emperor of the Immortal Realm, how could he let Tie Shishi take him as a gift.

Yang Fan put away the "Lady Picture" and handed it to Ding Yuan directly.

Ding Yuan's rough hands were holding the "Lady Picture" stiffly, his cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and there was a trace of excitement in his voice that could not be concealed: "Yang ...... Yang Fan...... You...... Are you really going to give me the lady's picture?"

"Isn't it just a painting, you just take it. There are thousands of Tang Yin's paintings in Yang Fan's sleeves, and there are more than ten copies of "Lady Picture" alone, and giving Ding Yuan a copy of "Lady Picture" is not trivial for Yang Fan at all.

"Haha, Yang Fan, thank you. Ding Yuan took the "Lady Picture", smiled and squinted his eyes, like a treasure, he couldn't put it down.

On the side, the corners of Zeng Qinghai's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of envy.

"Ding Yuan, I came here today, old man, and I didn't bring any gifts, so I'll paint a picture on the spot and give it to you. Zeng Qinghai, supported by several young people, slowly walked to the center of the hall.

Soon, several young people had pen, ink, paper and inkstone ready.

"I didn't expect to be able to witness the painting of the master of Chinese painting with his own eyes today!"

"Oh my God, I was so lucky today, not only did I see the picture of the lady, but I was also able to see Zeng Lao painting himself. ”

……

When the crowd saw that Zeng Qinghai was going to paint on the spot, they became excited, and a pair of Zeng Qinghai's works were auctioned at a sky-high price of 300 million, refreshing the highest price of Zeng Qinghai's works.

Even, even Ding Yuan was looking forward to it.

Under the watchful eye, Zeng Qinghai took a deep breath, and finally picked up the pen and walked on the rice paper.

Zeng Qinghai's wrist danced, like a swimming dragon, and soon appeared on the rice paper, the lonely boat, the old man, and the green mountains and flowing water in the distance, a painting, it seems very quiet and harmonious.

"Okay!

"Wonderful!"

……

Although most of the crowd does not know how to paint, Zeng Qinghai's paintings are clearly immersive, as if they are really integrated into the landscape, which is very magical.

In the center of the hall, Zeng Qinghai took a deep breath, put away the brush, and stood up with the support of several young people.

Zeng Qinghai looked at the young people beside him, pointed to the scroll and said, "Have you learned anything?"

"Teacher, I think I will have to hone my artistic conception when you paint, and I will be able to learn a little bit. ”

"Teacher, I estimate that your painting style will take a lifetime to learn a little. ”

……

Several young people who supported Zeng Qinghai did not say why, but praised Zeng Qinghai vigorously.

However, this set of young people is very useful to Zeng Qinghai.

Zeng Qinghai smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yang Fan, since you have collected Tang Yin's pictures of ladies, you must also know something about Chinese painting. ”

"Why don't you come and take a look, how about my painting?" Zeng Qinghai sneered and looked at Yang Fan, just now Yang Fan took out a real "Lady Picture", which made him lose face, and now, Zeng Qinghai wanted to embarrass Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at Zeng Qinghai's paintings and asked, "Do you really want me to evaluate your paintings?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Zeng Qinghai's cloudy eyes narrowed, could it be that Yang Fan really had some insight?

However, before Zeng Qinghai could think about it, Yang Fan had already spoken: "The quality of your painting is too low, and this painting is not eye-catching at all." ”

The fourth update.

(End of chapter)