Wu Baisui's portrait of the human body is really the highest level.

Xia Mohan in the painting can be shocking, her look and posture are infinitely charming, as if as long as she is a man, she can be attracted by her in the painting, and women must be full of envy.

The people present stared at the painting, they really couldn't move away, and everyone's eyes bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

Xia Mohan herself was even more excited, she was completely amazed by this painting, the woman in the painting was beautiful and moving, otherworldly, but in her seemingly clear eyes, there was a faint sense of sadness.

It is this sorrow in the depths of his eyes. Let this painting add a different color, I feel that as long as I touch her eyes, my heart will be touched.

Xia Mohan himself knows that the other party is indeed good at observation, and completely portrays his emotions, and even the little sorrow that he has hidden so deeply has been captured by him.

Before this, Xia Mohan actually couldn't fully understand why so many people would flock to a painter and worship him, and he didn't understand why a painting could be sold for more than 100 million yuan.

And now, Xia Mohan seems to have understood a little, when the painter paints, the spirit and charm are really a bit big. And the things presented in the painting can indeed shock people's hearts, this painting of her own body has deeply touched Xia Mohan's heart, and she began to admire this mysterious mask man.

Wu Baisui didn't care about the exclamation and praise of the people in the field, after he finished painting, he lowered his head and quietly tasted his painting, and after tasting it for a while, he stared at the person in the painting, and said leisurely: "This painting." In the future, it will be called the beauty in blue! “

Wu Baisui casually said a word, and set a new name for this amazing work: the picture of a beautiful woman in blue.

The picture of the beauty in blue became famous.

"It seems that this is the real White Mountain Eve!" Dou Yushu stood aside, looked at the unfathomable Wu Baisui, and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, for sure." Several presidents of art associations responded one after another.

The people under the stage, while being shocked, have also realized that this mysterious mask man may be a fake Bai Shanxi, compared with him, the little old man looks dull, the little old man made the picture of the tiger out of the cage, and the picture of the beauty in blue that has just come out, it is also very different, and it cannot be compared!

At this moment, everyone's eyes on Wu Baisui were all different.

"I'm not convinced, can't just prove that he is a white mountain because he paints this painting well?" Xia Ziran couldn't be like everyone else, she was amazed by the blue-clothed beauty, she was more disgusted and angry, just because, the person in the painting was Xia Mohan, Xia Ziran was robbed of the limelight by Xia Mohan, she was very unhappy, others thought that the mask man was a white mountain night, she was even more unhappy, if this person was really a white mountain night, then her tiger out of the cage picture was not fake? Won't all her glory and glory be in vain?

Xia Ziran definitely couldn't accept such a fact, so she still firmly supported the little old man, and she decided that the little old man was a white mountain setter.

Dou Yushu looked at Xia Ziran and snorted coldly: "You open your eyes and look at this picture of a beautiful woman in blue, this super high realm, but Feilong can't be compared to it in the sky, he only took eight minutes to draw such a masterpiece, such a great god in the painting world, why do you want to pretend to be a white mountain?" “

Xia Ziran was choked up, for Xia Ziran, Dou Yushu was a respected predecessor, an existence that she had to look up to, so even if she was very unconvinced, she didn't dare to argue with Dou Yushu.

However, Xia Zixuan didn't care so much. He exclaimed solemnly: "Even if his painting is high and strong, it can't prove that he is a white mountain!" “

Dou Yushu said with a calm face: "I dare to conclude that he is a white mountain setter, not only because of the good quality of the blue-clothed beauty, but also because of his painting style, you who pay attention to a white mountain set, you should know that every painting of a white mountain is his own unique style, and this blue-clothed beauty picture, although in terms of quality, surpasses the previous works such as the flying dragon in the sky, but the unique style of a white mountain is fully reflected in the painting." A picture of a beauty can have a majestic momentum, which is impossible for anyone else to draw except for Bai Shanxi himself. “

Dou Yushu's words woke up many people present, people who really know how to paint, they know, every painter has their own style, and Yibai Shanxi is even more different, his style is extremely unique, all his paintings can shock the world of calligraphy and painting, it is precisely because each of his paintings has a strong personal style, which can not be imitated by anyone else. If you are a very capable imitator, you can only copy the cat and the tiger, copy the exact same fake according to the previous paintings of Bai Shanxi, but if you paint a new painting, I am afraid that only Yi Bai Shanxi himself can paint his unique style.

At this time, everyone is more and more sure that Wu Baisui is the real Baishan Xi.

"You know what a!" The little old man stood up unconvinced and muttered at Dou Yushu.

Although Dou Yushu decided in his heart that Wu Baisui was a white mountain night, he didn't dare to make too many mistakes about this little old man, after all, the truth has not completely come out, and besides, even if this little old man is a fake white mountain night, he is definitely a master of copying, and the paintings he copied are really realistic.

Therefore, Dou Yushu didn't say anything to the little old man, he just asked, "What else do you want to say?" “

The little old man looked menacing, and said arrogantly to Dou Yushu: "You bad old man, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, it's obvious." This guy is imitating my style, he doesn't dare to paint my previous paintings, for fear that the imitation will not be realistic, so he casually paints another painting, but the style is similar to mine, and I, I can draw exactly the same painting as before, isn't it obvious? I'm the real one who is a white mountain night. “

Dou Yushu noticed that the little old man was a strong word, and someone could copy Bai Shanxi's paintings, but the unique style of Bai Shanxi was not something that anyone could imitate, and the little old man was clearly quibbling. However, Dou Yushu still maintained his demeanor and continued to ask the little old man: "Since he has such skills, why does he want to imitate Yibai Shanxi's style?" Why do you want to pretend to be a white mountain? “

The little old man rolled his eyes and said, "How do I know this, you ask him to go?" “

At this time, the little old man is like a scoundrel.

"Are you still hard-mouthed?" Wu Baisui stood up and asked the little old man coldly.

The little old man raised his face, looked at Wu Baisui, and said unconvinced: "I see that your painting skills are not bad, why are you pretending to be me, where did I offend you?" “

The little old man's expression was very aggrieved, as if he was the biggest victim.

Wu Baisui looked at the little old man and said deeply: "Your copying skills are very strong, and you can imitate a painting in a short time, which also shows that you are very capable, but you have this ability, why don't you take the right path, but you want to take the evil way to deceive people?" “

The little old man still didn't admit it: "Who copied it, this is all my original, I am a white mountain Xi, tell you, don't talk nonsense, be careful that I sue you for slander." “

"Since you said that you are a white mountain night, then please take a look at whether my painting is genuine." A pot-bellied boss stepped forward and opened the painting in his hand.

Immediately, a picture of a tiger out of the cage was presented in front of everyone's eyes.

Followed by. In the field, five more people stood up, and they took out their own collection of tiger out of the cage and asked the little old man to help identify the authenticity.

These people, today specially brought their own collection of tiger out of the cage, in fact, the purpose is the same as Xia Ziran, all to pretend to be forced in front of Yibai Shanxi, but no one expected that Xia Ziran had already shown this picture in front of everyone. This made these people embarrassed to take out their tiger out of the cage, after all, this collision painting is more embarrassing than the collision shirt.

Bumping into the painting can only show that his painting may be a fake, because, in the art world, any painting is unique, once there are two identical paintings on the scene, there must be one true and one false, no one dares to conclude that their own must be true, and they are embarrassed to take it out, but now, the little old man is questioned, but he still refuses to admit that he is a fake, which makes these people can't help it, and they are not polite. They have shown their own pictures of tigers out of the cage.

"Oh my God, why are so many tigers out of the cage?"

"Yes, and these tiger out of the cage are exactly the same as the one in Miss Xia's hand!"

"yes, it's just like copying, what's going on?"

"It seems that these tiger out of the cage are really fakes copied!"

There was an uproar at the scene, everyone was shocked by this full picture of the tiger out of the cage, who would have thought that this exactly the same fake, so many of them would flow into the market. Now, everyone's eyes when they look at the little old man have become colorful. In everyone's eyes, this little old man is a real wonder.

Xia Ziran in the crowd now only wished that she could disappear on the spot, she was so embarrassed, she regarded the tiger out of the cage as a treasure, and there were so many twin brothers and sisters. No matter how rookie she is, she can also see that there is no difference between these paintings at all, that is to say, her own paintings must be fakes. This fact made Xia Ziran feel like she was struck by lightning, and she only felt that the world was spinning, and everyone was going to be dizzy.

Even Cai Xinlei has changed his face deeply, he is also a big loss of face now, how much limelight he was before, how embarrassed he is now, the whole world knows that this painting was given to Xia Ziran by him, but this painting has become a fake, and he has become a joke, how can he raise his head in front of others in the future?

"Could you please give us an explanation?" Dou Yushu looked at the little old man and said in a stern tone.

The situation at the scene was obviously unexpected by the little old man, however, he has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, how can he be so suppressed, he still remains calm, he faced the audience, and replied sonorously: "In this case, I will not hide it from you, because of lack of money, I have drawn a total of ten pictures of the tiger out of the cage, the tiger out of the cage in your hand, all of them are genuine, you can rest assured to collect it!" “

The little old man is not panicked at all, he has his stubbornness and persistence, he treats himself as a white mountain, and he will never admit that he is a liar.

It's just that no one present is a fool, and even if they are fools, they all know now that this little old man is an imposter and a complete liar.

On the other hand, Wu Baisui was 100 years old, and he only took eight minutes to draw a picture of a beautiful woman in blue. This painting is not only shocking, but mainly because it contains a strong personal style of Bai Shanxi, this style is by no means the so-called imitation can be achieved, and the strength of people will never disdain to do imitation, let alone deliberately pretend to be a white mountain Xi, so he must be a white mountain Xi himself.

Now Wu is 100 years old and a little old man. The status in everyone's hearts is already a heaven and a place.

For the little old man's words, everyone was speechless, and even disdained sarcasm, only let out a sigh.

The little old man saw that the situation was not right, he immediately took his flying dragon in the sky, ran to Cai Xinlei, and said: "You just took a picture of me for 120 million, let's trade it now, what are you going to use to transfer money?" “

Cai Xinlei was already on fire. Lost face and threw himself at his grandmother's house, now the little old man still has the face to pit himself, his expression is even more ugly, he glared at the little old man coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want this painting." “

The little old man was dissatisfied: "How can you not want it, we are all decent people, we must pay attention to credibility in doing things, you have taken this picture in public, you can't be a scoundrel!" “

Cai Xinlei really didn't want to talk much to this scoundrel liar, so he accentuated his tone. said fiercely: "I said no, didn't you hear?" “

The little old man pouted, but he still didn't give up, seeing that Cai Xinlei couldn't make sense, he said to Xia Ziran beside Cai Xinlei again: "Little girl, you just said that you are my fan, I am very pleased, for the sake of you being my loyal fan, I will give you a 50% discount, this flying dragon sold you for 60 million in Tiantu, how about it, is it interesting enough?" “

The more shameless the little old man is, the more he proves that he is a liar.

Xia Ziran didn't expect that she would be deceived by such a shameless person, and even because of him, she offended the real Yibai Shanxi, she was really depressed, she didn't hesitate, she yelled at the little old man: "You get out of here!" “

After roaring, Xia Ziran immediately ran onto the stage, as soon as she came up, she pushed Xia Mohan away, then bowed to Wu Baisui, and apologized: "Master Yibai Shanxi, I'm really sorry, I was deceived by the villain just now and offended you, I'm a big fan of you, you are my role model, I have been learning from you all these years." “

Because she was so nervous and excited, Xia Ziran was a little incoherent. She really wants to redeem her impression in the heart of Master Yibai Shanxi, hoping that the master can forget the previous unhappiness and accept herself again.

Wu Baisui looked at Xia Ziran and replied nonchalantly: "Oh." “

After hearing this, Xia Ziran's heartstrings loosened, and she felt that the master had forgiven herself, so she immediately spoke again: "Master, can you paint a picture for me too?" I can pose whatever you want, and I can give you money. “

Wu Baisui said without thinking: "No." “

These two words deeply hit Xia Ziran's heart, but she was not discouraged and continued: "Why, why can a person like her be fine, and I am not worse than her?" Why can't I? “

While speaking, Xia Ziran also pointed to Xia Mohan on the side, knowing that the mask man was the real Yibai Shanxi, Xia Ziran didn't mention how red Xia Mohan was, Xia Mohan actually appeared in the painting of Yibai Shanxi, which was something that Xia Ziran never dreamed of, but now that Xia Mohan has enjoyed it, she Xia Ziran must also fight for it.

After listening to this, Wu Baisui's eyes changed slightly, he silently left his seat, walked in front of Xia Ziran, opened his mouth coldly, and said word by word: "Because you are not worthy." “