Seeing Qian Zhixu deflated, he laughed after laughing, Guan Kunyu didn't even have any interest in responding to this person's provocation, so he floated past Qian Zhixu and the others so lightly, as if he hadn't seen them at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old rebellious young people are just that, how can Guan Kunyu, who has lived for more than 40 years in two lives, be as knowledgeable as them? It's long past the grade that gets hot at every turn.

But Guan Kunyu doesn't care doesn't mean that others can too, how can Qian Zhixu, who has always boasted of being extraordinary, be ignored, especially when he is still angry by the troupe.

"Little soldier, you stop for Lao Tzu!"

After a roar, he raised his fist and was about to be beaten.

The so-called gentleman doesn't move his hands, that's what people who are stronger than themselves say, when he encounters a weak chicken who can be bullied at will, where is it better to scold the street than to directly slap his fist!?

Now Qian Zhixu treats Guan Kunyu as a weak chicken that can be beaten at will.

However, the people next to them are still rational after all, they are now less than twenty meters away from Master Wu's seat, and the voice just now has already attracted Master Wu's group to look this way, if they start to do it again, it will be a big trouble!

Immediately, several people glanced at each other, and quickly stepped forward to surround Qian Zhixu, relying on the large number of people, and surrounded Qian Zhixu tightly. Qian Zhixu opened his mouth and was about to scold his mother, but he didn't know who slapped his mouth.

Master Wu saw that nothing had happened, so they turned around and left without care, and at this time, Qian Zhixu's fox friends and dog friends breathed a sigh of relief and released Qian Zhixu.

At this time, Guan Kunyu had already gone away.

After the painters tied up their works one by one, affixed seals, and handed them over to the servants for safekeeping, the Wufu Guan family, who was in charge of receiving the painters, stood up, arched his hand at the painters, and announced loudly:

"Everyone, everyone! The food and wine have been prepared, and the painters are invited to sit down, and when the wine and food are full, we will start to evaluate the paintings! There were a lot of distinguished guests this time, so the old man Wu's evaluation of the painting that he had said before was changed. ”

"Changed!? I came here because of Master Wu's personal evaluation! ”

I can't complain that some people are in a hurry to jump their feet, many people don't care if they can win the silver, but they attach great importance to the evaluation of Master Wu, as long as Master Wu can say a "good", the reputation and value will definitely jump up a lot, and the long-term income is far from being comparable to more than ten or twenty taels of silver.

The housekeeper smiled: "I didn't say that we didn't comment on Master Wu, I said before that Master Wu would watch it alone, but now, since many famous artists in the painting world are here, then simply comment together, this time, if anyone can make them all say good, it will be amazing!" ”

"This ...... That's a good thing! I just don't know who the famous ones are? ”

"See if there are those next to our master, see for yourself, you dare to arrange for them there without being famous!?"

Guan Kunyu doesn't care who evaluates his paintings, the generation difference is too big, as long as he can be accepted by the people of the Ming Dynasty, he is thankful, as for a good evaluation or anything, he doesn't count on it, anyway, the biggest purpose of his painting is to find something to do for himself, and at the same time to prevent his father and mother from finding his own work, and he really hasn't thought much about other things.

Anyway, you can't draw a champion by painting, and if you make money, you have more ways to be a traverser, who can expect to make money by selling paintings? It's a drop in price!

The painters are up and down in their hearts, no matter how good things are, they don't know how to eat, even Qian Zhixu, whose nostrils are facing the sky, is no exception, sitting there with a pair of dishes, worrying about what kind of evaluation his paintings will get in front of a lot of big bulls, as for the bet with Guan Kunyu, he didn't pay attention to it at all - a military boy, no matter how powerful can it be?

But although he doesn't take Guan Kunyu seriously, who lets the family sit at the table in front of him. Seeing that kid eating leisurely, he couldn't get angry, thinking about how to him well.

This meal was very long, and for many painters, it could be called a torment, but fortunately, there were no electric lights in the Ming Dynasty, and there was no very good lighting method to continue such a large-scale banquet at night, so the banquet naturally dispersed in the evening.

The feast is over, and it's time for the painting review to begin.

Guan Kunyu looked at the painters around him with serious expressions like college entrance examination scores, but he still couldn't understand the meaning, so he had to follow the flow of people into the martial arts compound.

At this time, the martial arts courtyard has all been lit with lamps and candles, and the painters are standing in the slightly dim courtyard, and the old man Wu and a group of painting bulls sat in the brightly lit hall, although the old lady herself is not very good at painting, but as the protagonist of this portrait, she is naturally qualified to judge, so she also sat in the hall.

The housekeeper took out the first picture scroll and said, "Su Zhongjin, please enter the room for a while." ”

Then, a painter arched his hand to everyone with a serious expression, and strode into the hall, the doors of which were all open, and the painters standing in the courtyard could also see the situation inside.

I saw that Su Zhongjin's paintings were passed one by one in the hands of everyone in the house, but no one spoke, and no one spoke until the scroll was passed around and returned to Su Zhongjin's hands, at most it was just a few eye contacts.

Finally, Master Wu spoke, but one mouth made Su Zhongjin and many painters outside feel cold.

"Alright, let's go next."

Nima, that's it!? I don't even say whether it's good or bad, just go to the next one!?

The reason why many painters came here was to be able to get the guidance of Master Wu, and the result was such a point!?

The painter stood in the hall with a bewildered expression, his brain as if it had been short-circuited, and there was no response.

Master Wu's brows furrowed, and his dissatisfied tone increased: "Go out, there are still many paintings to comment on in the back, don't stand here and waste time." ”

Such a remark with a gun and a stick finally woke up Su Zhongjin, and immediately blushed, ripped open the scroll and looked at it again, and after confirming that this was his own painting, he boldly asked Master Wu:

"The younger generation also asked Master Wu to make it clear, what is the difference between my painting? I'm not here for food or money, so I want to let Master Wu give me some advice. ”

"Huh, give me some pointers?" Master Wu squinted his eyes and said disdainfully, "Just your painting, don't you need to point out if there is a stroke?" One or two, even if I tell you about dawn, I can't finish it!? The old man has always only pointed out the materials that can be made, as for you, where are you going back and forth, standing here is an eyesore! ”

Guan Kunyu looked at the old man in the room dumbfounded, he couldn't believe it, this guy's mouth was too poisonous! I don't plan to leave any face for others!