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Song Jiang and Song Junshuang looked at the man in front of them with a gloomy face. Song Junshuang wiped his sweat and said, "Master Fang Yuan, that Jiang Ming really caught up with the door!"

The man sitting and drinking tea smiled lightly: "It's okay." ”

Song Jiang held his hand tightly, and a look of hatred burst out of his eyes: "It's good that he is a Jiang Ming, he killed my son and nephew, and now he really wants to come to the door to seek revenge." ”

Could it be that Jiang Ming killed his son Yilun, and their Song family is not qualified to tell Yilun's master in Jinling?

The Song family was extremely angry at Jiang Ming's revenge!

Fang Yuan smiled faintly: "Don't worry about the two of you. ”

Song Junshuang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Master Fang Yuan, I'll see you later." You don't know, the way Jiang Ming looked at me just now. I think he came to the exhibition with a beautiful woman this time, and dealt with us by the way. If this exhibition is over, he will definitely find our Song family to find trouble. ”

Fang Yuan squeezed the tea cup in his hand with one palm, and his mouth was full of gloomy atmosphere: "I'm afraid he won't survive to end the exhibition." Now get out. ”

Song Junshuang and Song Jiang saw Fang Yuan's furious anger, only to feel a chill down their backs, and a cold sweat flowed. "Yes...... Yes!"

Song Junshuang and Fang Yuan walked out, and they heard Jiang Ming's kid talking nonsense there.

Fang Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw Jiang Ming.

Why are you so young?

I'm afraid it's 18 years old at most, right?

Being able to kill Jinling Han Sheng at this age, is it really not a joke?

Fang Yuan has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and he is not very clear about the outside world. He hadn't seen Jiang Ming and Han Sheng fight with his own eyes at the beginning, but now that he saw Jiang Ming so young, he didn't believe it anymore.

Fang Yuan thought in his heart, but his face was calm and calm. It seems that he is just a painter who came to Haining City to open an art exhibition.

A painting collector stared at Fang Yuan, who was dressed in a white Hanfu, and said with some surprise: "Why is Master Fang Yuan so young? I still remember that more than ten years ago, I saw Master Fang Yuan for the last time at a painting auction in the capital. More than ten years have passed, and my hair is gray, why Master Fang Yuan...... So young?"

Fang Yuan estimated that he was more than one meter and eight, but his figure was a little thin, and he was wearing a moon-white Hanfu, which really looked like those literati in ancient times. The breeze is elegant, and it is warm.

No matter how good-looking a person's appearance is, it will eventually change over time, but the all-round bearing is difficult to hide.

As soon as Fang Yuan walked out, it was obvious that his face was no longer comparable to that of a young man in his twenties, but that elegant demeanor made everyone on the scene admire.

This is how cultured people are.

The temperament is different from the nouveau riche!

The lady next to the collector stared at Fang Yuan tightly, and said, "Master Fang Yuan has been in seclusion for more than ten years, concentrating on studying paintings, and that kind of heart is no longer comparable to those of us in the world. The mind is young, the body is young, and the body is young. ”

Ms. Chen was right. ”

The woman's explanation made everyone around her nod their heads, and they all seemed to agree.

Only the corners of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched.

No matter how good your mentality is, you may not be able to be a hundred years younger, right?

That woman was really blind to explain.

Jiang Ming looked at Fang Yuan, who had an orchid-like temperament in front of him, and sneered in his heart.

I'm afraid that this is not only a master of painting, is he? I'm afraid he is also a martial artist.

The world talks about civil and military, and civil and military seem to be two extremes. Ordinary martial arts people have practiced martial arts since childhood, and there are very few martial artists who pay attention to cultural aspects.

Just like Song Yilun, that kid became a martial artist at such a young age, and he is the most profound one in the Song family. However, Song Yilun only learned martial arts in the Han family, and he only knew a few words at most.

And Leng Tianlei was born in a scholarly family, and Fang Yuan was his painting teacher. Leng Tianlei's cultural level is higher than that of many people present, but he still doesn't understand martial arts.

So who would have known that the famous Chinese painting master in front of him turned out to be a martial artist?

Fang Yuan walked over to Jiang Ming, with a clear smile, and he said gently: "This must be Mr. Jiang, right? I have already heard what you said just now." I wonder what Mr. Jiang thinks of this "Ink Bamboo"?"

Before Jiang Ming could speak, Leng Tianlei on the side had already stepped forward, Leng Tianlei was extremely dissatisfied in his heart, and he said: "Master, he humiliated you so much just now, and you still asked him what he did? ”

Fang Yuan patted Leng Tianlei's head and said kindly: "Thousands of people have different understandings when they look at paintings, and it is normal for this Mr. Jiang to have different opinions. Why don't you let this Mr. Jiang talk about it? Let's all discuss it together? I can't say for sure, maybe the teacher will have a higher understanding of the painting because of Mr. Jiang's opinion? If that's the case, I would like to thank Mr. Jiang even more. ”

Leng Tianlei froze for a moment, feeling that Fang Yuan was right. Leng Tianlei sneered in his heart, it was Jiang Ming's good luck to meet his teacher with the best temper.

Fang Yuan looked at Leng Rushuang again, said hello to Leng Rushuang, and then looked at Jiang Ming with a smiling face.

The people around sighed, looking at Fang Yuan's gaze with more respect and admiration.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of Master Fang Yuan, this young and vigorous boy is looking for trouble at his art exhibition for no reason. Master Fang Yuan was still able to consult him calmly. If I were here, I'd be so angry that the security guards would have kicked him out, right?"

"This man is just different from man. When Master Fang Yuan compared it with this kid, he immediately saw the high and low!" The lady who spoke for Fang Yuan just now glanced at Jiang Ming with disdain and said.

"Let this kid speak, and I'll see what he can say. This "Ink Bamboo" is the best one in this exhibition, right? After all, Master Fang Yuan's favorite painting is bamboo. ”

Tian Fei'er frowned slightly, and looked at Fang Yuan's gaze a little different.

Fang Yuan said this so skillfully, and how kind he showed himself, he compared Jiang Ming to such a villain.

Tian Fei'er didn't know if she was thinking too much.

Jiang Ming looked at Fang Yuan's smiling face and sneered: "Master Fang Yuan's painting is eye-catching at first glance, I must think it is a masterpiece of this exhibition, but if you look closely, I am afraid that it is not." The bamboo leaves are thick and dark, and the bamboo is also dense, and Master Fang Yuan's painting of bamboo leaves is dense but makes people feel messy......"

Jiang Ming said that he was the first to speak, and the group of people around him were stunned.

Fang Yuan's smiling face just now gradually stiffened......

Didn't he say that this kid was a martial artist? He thought he should not have any culture, who knew that he also knew how to appreciate paintings.

Could it be that, like him, he was also interested in literary paintings when he was studying martial arts?

But fortunately, this kid shouldn't have seen his cultivation, but just regarded him as an ordinary painter.

Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Ming's face and smiled coldly in his heart.

Boy, let you run rampant now, and you'll know how to cry when you die!

The old man's gaze gradually changed when he looked at Jiang Ming just now, and he arched his hand towards Jiang Ming and said, "It turned out that I met an expert, this Jiang Xiao classmate has good eyesight." I don't know if you have also studied Chinese painting, who did you learn from?"

The old man felt that Jiang Ming must have learned this kind of appreciation when he said it.

Jiang Minggan laughed: "I like to watch calligraphy and painting appraisal programs on TV. ”

Calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting, both of which are just forms of expression to express the author's thoughts and feelings.

Jiang Ming hadn't had time to look at the books of Chinese painting yet, and the words he just said were all based on some insights gained from studying calligraphy.

The audience was dumbfounded.

This girl is not a professional, but watching an appreciation program on TV?

Tian Fei'er sighed in her heart, why is this little boss so sincere?

Cao Hong couldn't help but say: "You learned some food from TV and came to the art exhibition to show off?"

Cao Hong thought that on this occasion, he didn't even dare to let out a fart, for fear of offending some celebrities.

Jiang Ming still dares to talk nonsense?

He Meixin sneered: "I don't know what to think, a little clever just bragging in front of the master?"

Leng Tianlei was a little angry in his heart. Jiang Ming provoked his master, wasn't that just provoking him? He must have been given a face by him just now, and now he came to trouble his master.

Leng Tianlei said with a calm face: "Jiang Ming, you don't know how to paint at all, why are you talking nonsense here?"

Everyone who was stunned by Jiang Ming just now nodded one after another.

"I thought this was a master of painting, but I didn't expect it to be just a few words I learned from TV. ”

"What he learned from the TV show can be compared to Master Fang Yuan? Master Fang Yuan has been in seclusion for more than ten years and has devoted himself to studying Chinese painting, what is he?"

"If I were him, I'd keep my mouth shut. What are you pretending to be? It's just a clown. ”

Jiang Ming looked at everyone and asked lightly: "Is it that I buy a refrigerator, I want to evaluate how it is, I still have to learn refrigeration first?"

The audience fell silent.

Tian Fei'er couldn't help but laugh.

That's right, the exhibition was meant to be taken out for people to see.

Or did this Master Fang Yuan invite Jiang Ming to make a comment, who can blame this?

"You...... Paintings are not commodities, and they are not something you can judge by whether they are good or bad. Leng Tianlei was blocked by Jiang Ming's words, and then said with a red face.

Jiang Ming suddenly smiled, "Paintings are not commodities, so why can these paintings be auctioned off?"

I'll go!

This Jiang Ming is really here to find trouble.

Fang Yuan patted Leng Tianlei, who was not lightly angry, on the shoulder and comforted him. Then Chong Jiangming said: "Mr. Jiang's words are still relatively layman, but it is understandable for people who don't understand paintings to say this." If Mr. Jiang likes painting, why don't you leave me your contact information and discuss it later?"

The people around gasped.

Jiang Ming, this kid, made a fuss at other people's art exhibitions, but Master Fang Yuan was not only angry, but also wanted to discuss painting with him.

This kind of virtue can actually be compared with ordinary people?

At this moment, everyone looked at Jiang Ming's eyes full of disdain. The two are contrasted, and the high and low are immediately insightful.

Jiang Ming looked at Fang Yuan, who was smiling elegantly, and said lightly, "Who said I was a layman?"