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"There was only a cold river in this picture just now, how could there be a boat, a person, and an extra cup in that person's arms, what the hell is going on?"

Everyone exclaimed, and Han Chong broke out in a cold sweat. This painting, this painting, how is it with your own two?

"I just looked, first the boat that slowly appeared in the cold river, it seemed to rise from the cold river, no, floated, and then on the cold river, it began to drift fog, and then it rained, and the rain came very quickly, only in a second or two, and it became like this, it was amazing."

A man who saw that image shook his head again and again, and did something incredulous.

The master of painting and calligraphy seems to have some experience, but even if it can be explained by science, he does not want to break this artistic conception at the moment.

"This painting seems to be more divine than the first two, but whose work is this one?"

Yes, everyone almost forgot to ask whose painting it was.

Because Tu Lao inserted a bar, everyone hadn't carefully appreciated the painting at all.

Moreover, just now it was just a cold river, with no seals, no inscriptions, and nothing, even if you want to know, you can't find out.

Brush...

Just when everyone was amazed, a lightning bolt split the sky, appearing in the second picture of Tang Yin's farewell to the cold river,

Boom...

A thunderclap that resounded through the heavens and the earth then appeared on the third Hanjiang map.

This, this lightning came first, and the thunder cooperated. These two portraits are, like one.

This will, everyone who can't be calm look at the two paintings again. In the picture of farewell friends in the cold river, the small flat boat is bumpy and undulating in the river. Looking at the cold river map of a pool of river water, it will be connected in the rain, the cold river began to roll, the boat shook more violently, and then Tang Yin's friend who was holding the jade cup was struggling with the boat that was about to capsize in the next second.

At that moment, everyone's minds seemed to be washed, from the four friends to drink, after drinking, to send the friends away. Then the friend went to the middle of the river, and then the last picture was stirred by the merciless river.

One painting after another, a dynamic extension, the paintings seem to be really connected.

It's as if they were all being painted at the same time, one after the other, and the next one is a continuation of the previous one.

The cold river broke through the embankment, and the roaring waves ruthlessly overturned the boat in the next second, and the person holding the jade cup seemed to be holding a dream and the ambition of a bird. But the reality is too cruel, and the river is too ruthless, so dreams and ideals. The future, all shattered.

All the unyielding, resistant, and desperate to the last moment vented out, he roared, but still couldn't resist the cold river, a river swallowed it, and fell into the river, he still held the picture of the jade cup. Leave someone to think about it.

Think about this man in the rain, and the rain is not actually rain. It's sad.

Thinking about this person is drinking, it's not actually wine. It's bitter water.

Thinking about this sending friends, what is sent is not official luck, what is sent is helplessness, what is sent is failure, what is sent is melancholy and hesitation, and even what is sent is despair and death!!

"This, this is so touching."

"A touching story, I..."

An old Tibetan friend couldn't hold back his tears, and his hands began to pound his chest, or he also had a fateful fate, which brought back his memories.

"Thirty merits, fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!"

The old man's tears could no longer flow uncontrollably on his face, and although he wiped them with his thin hands, he could not stop the speed of the tears rolling down.

"Old man, hold on!"

"Farewell to friends in the cold river, drinking in the cold river, and overturning the boat in the cold river, these three paintings are a story, a story with twists and turns. To be able to see these three paintings, death is enough, this treasure fighting competition is the most wonderful treasure fighting competition I have participated in in this life, I... I die without regrets. ”

Another old collector's words, for a while the atmosphere of the treasure scene has changed a little, and it has become a tearful conference, and everyone began to recall the road of so many years, there are hardships here, and there are too many unspeakable pasts. Only they know in their hearts how difficult this road is and how bitter this road is!

Jiang Youfu's expression was struggling from beginning to end, he looked at these three paintings as if he had a lot of ideas, he was not amazed by the changes in these paintings, but like a person in the bureau.

But, more than that, he is helpless and lamenting, and this helplessness, sighing, and sentimentality are captured by others, and they can't detect the abnormality.

After all, everyone thought that Jiang Youfu was sad because his Yuan blue and white pot was defeated. After all, everyone is also meditating on these three paintings, their hearts are washed clearly, and they remember the past vividly after so many years!

Including Han Chong, he just thought that he had shot his Yuan blue and white pot, but he accidentally ate the elixir of the divine painting. For this, Jiang Youfu should be a little depressed.

The three paintings are still being appreciated by everyone, and they have gone one wave and another wave, this painting can tell the story, and it can change so much, many people don't want to delve into it, they just want to be completely convinced, amazed, and just want to leave that kind of admiration in their hearts.

It was Han Chong who was not in the same mood as everyone else, and he had more experience in this painting.

In the end, from the moment the friend fell into the river with the jade cup in his arms, Han Chong always felt that this might not be a coincidence made up by the author.

On the contrary, Han Chong always felt that these pictures were hiding a secret, and yes, Han Chong thought that it was the secret of the Four Seasons Moonlight Cup.

Otherwise, why are there moons, autumn chrysanthemums, plums, and lotus flowers on the wine glass? Otherwise, why do you have lotus, plum, autumn chrysanthemum, and moon season on the umbrella?

Including the last picture of the Hanjiang River overturning, he arranged a cup, why is there a lotus flower on the cup that the person is holding?

It seems that it will tell others that the Four Seasons Lotus Cup has fallen to the bottom of the sea, yes, at the bottom of the river, the Four Seasons Lotus Cup is likely to be hidden and sunk at the bottom of the sea.

After people finished watching, I don't know how long it has passed, some people gradually came back to their senses, looked into the glass house, only to find that the wind had stopped, the rain had stopped, and the qiē just now seemed to be a dream, and it had never happened at all!

The picture of farewell friends in the cold river and the drinking picture of four friends, as well as the picture of the boat covering the cold river are hanging quietly on the glass wall, the realm of farewell friends, the realm of drinking, and the realm of a lonely cold river on the picture, which looks so clear!

"Good painting, divine painting, painting of the century."

"These three paintings have overturned my judgment on the highest level of painting, and since then I have learned that there is no best, only better."

"Then let's make a comparison between Han Chong's picture of four friends drinking and Boss Jiang's Yuan blue and white can, and Boss Pan's Fang Ding."

Zhao Wenyou said to everyone who admired the paintings.

"It's more obvious than anything. Not to mention that Han Chong also has a porcelain plate painting, just this picture of four friends drinking, I think it's no problem for the two of them. ”

sighed at the magic of the painting just now, no one present would doubt that Han Chong's painting could kill those two in seconds, which Pan Sihai said with admiration.

"In the face of such a painting, I am convinced, what else to say, I admit that I lost, no need to comment."

Zhao Wenyou nodded, still giving a thumbs up to Pan Sihai, because the latter's Fang Ding was also a national treasure, but unfortunately, he caught up with Han Chong, so he had no choice but to do it.

Pan Sihai has a high consciousness, and everyone will also look at Jiang Youfu, everyone is putting pressure on Boss Jiang, and they are also telling him to do it himself, after all, Han Chong's paintings are there, and his Yuan blue and white pot no longer has a competitive advantage. (To be continued) R655