"Stop!"

There was a shout in the distance.

A large number of people who had just participated in the ribbon-cutting ceremony came running from a distance.

They just happened to see Tanaka fall to the ground.

For a while, many people were talking at the same time, and all kinds of voices were mixed together.

"Tanaka-san, Tanaka-san......" This is the leading teacher of Tama Art University.

"Katsuko, Tsunachang, are you all right!" This is Professor Seiichi Sakai, the father of the Sakai siblings who cares about his son and daughter.

"How did it get like this, what the hell happened, and who did it?"

This is an official of the Yangon Tourism Department with a big face.

Tanaka Masakazu found that the scene of Gu Weijing's beating happened to be seen by these professors and artists, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

His provocative words were very low, and he knew that even if the Sakai siblings were willing to come forward, they didn't know what he said.

At this time, the more serious the injury, the bigger the matter.

Tanaka was lying on the ground with his stomach in his arms, looking miserable and about to fall into a coma.

"It's so rude, it's so rude, how can any kind of person get in...... Ambulance, call an ambulance. ”

The teacher who led the team at Tama Art University was very indignant when he saw that some of the students looked like they were seriously injured.

The teacher who led the team turned his head to look at the government officials in Yangon on the side, and asked sternly: "If there is any accident when Tanaka-kun is attacked by the little hooligans, you will be held responsible!" ”

Gu Weijing looked at all the adults surrounding Tanaka Masakazu who fell to the ground, and knew that he might be a little too uncalm.

People don't care what the cause of a thing is.

In the eyes of the vast majority of people, as long as one person does it and the other does not, the party who does it is naturally violent and barbaric.

"Shit, my grandson is not a little rascal!"

He heard a loud shout from the crowd, so loud that the noise around him was silenced.

Gu Tongxiang parted the crowd and walked to Gu Weijing's side.

"That Tanaka Masakazu did something so heinous that you, a child who is usually so polite, had to beat him."

He asked aloud towards Gu Weijing.

What is the worst sin?

Gu Weijing only paused for a moment, looking at his grandfather's winked eyes towards him, he immediately realized: "He insulted Cao Lao." “

"Clever."

Gu Tongxiang's heart was relieved, he didn't know what Tanaka said, but there was no doubt that his grandson chose the smartest statement.

Sure enough, the atmosphere in the crowd immediately changed, and even the leading teacher of Tama University, who was holding on to the officials in Yangon, was stunned.

Insulting Cao Lao?

Seriously, even if there was evidence to prove that it was Gu Weijing's grandfather who Tanaka Masaka was insulting, everyone would not react like this.

After all, an unknown local third-tier painter in Yangon will be scolded if he is scolded. Everyone can be polite to you on the surface, but no one really regards Gu Tongxiang as a character.

But insulting Cao Lao is another matter.

Not to mention this may be the last time Cao Lao put pen to paper.

There were even a few of these artists who were disciples of Master Cao Xuan.

Even if it is not, how many of them, the younger generations who were born in gongbi, dare to say that they have not been influenced by this Taishan Beidou of oriental art?

Insulting Cao Lao in this case, at least morally, you can't say anything if someone does it.

In Asia, where the inheritance of the Tao of the teacher is most important, if you go back two or three hundred years, you will not be wronged if you scold other people's masters and kill them.

[What is the most heinous reason for you to have to take action even if you are such a polite child?] 】

This is the hint that the old man Gu Tongxiang gave to his grandson, and Gu Weijing undoubtedly reacted quickly.

After all, the old man has been a lifelong person from the chaotic Myanmar, but he is not an innocent and kind little white rabbit.

When it comes to painting, he is indeed inferior to the artists around him who were born and grew up in peace.

But when it comes to social experience, there is not necessarily any one of these professors who have lived in peace since childhood, painting and lecturing in ivory towers.

"Insulting Cao Lao."

Gu Tongxiang stared at the field on the ground and said hatefully: "Scum." ”

"When did I insult Cao Lao? What evidence do you have. ”

Tanaka Masakazu finally decided not to continue to pretend to be dead on the ground, if there was really something wrong with him, he would naturally make Gu Weijing look good.

But he knew that he wasn't even a flesh wound, and he couldn't find anything at all when he went to the hospital.

Is it now that people are being deducted from a big hat that insults the old-timers and carried away in a daze?

That's not the way the script is.

It's so hateful.

It's obvious that I framed you, and if you weren't framed obediently, how could you still pour dirty water on me.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and glared at Gu Weijing.

"Alright. Everyone is a literati, what does it look like to be so noisy? ”

From the crowd came the hoarse voice of an old man, his voice was soft, but with an indescribable majesty.

It was like the lion king snoring lightly, and the hares, monkeys, and so on in the jungle immediately fell silent.

Gu Weijing's gaze fell on a thin little old man in the crowd.

The little old man was holding a cane, wearing a dark Tang costume, and his hair was about to fall out, as light as a gust of wind that could blow it away.

Maybe he was really afraid that he would be blown away by the wind, and the crowd tightly surrounded him, surrounding him in the center.

Those artists who used to have a temper and a high heart, and were held in the hands of the gallery owners and oil painting economists wherever they went. Hearing the old man speak, the expression on his face was like that of a schoolboy following the teacher's ass, obediently following his side, and even Tanaka Masakazu, who was originally clamoring, quieted down.

Project host, master of Chinese painting, Cao Xuan, Cao Lao.

"Boy, you said he scolded me, I don't believe it, what do you say?" The little old man asked, looking at Gu Weijing with scrutinizing eyes.

This was the first time Gu Weijing had seen Cao Xuan himself at such a close distance.

He noticed that the little old man was older than his grandfather, and compared to the photo, there were many obvious criss-crossing wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead, but his eyes did not look cloudy at all.

The eyes are very dark, the whites of the eyes are very white, and the wisdom brought by the years is mixed with the childlike innocence, as if you can see through people at a glance.

This is the proof.

Gu Weijing knew that this was not the time to retreat, and from the time he said that the other party scolded Cao Lao, he himself had no way out.

You can't even tell the reason for it now, why should you let others believe you?

Gu Weijing said: "I don't know why the other party said that. But the first thing Mr. Tanaka said when he met him was that the culture of Eastern Xia was in RB. He looked down on the Dongxia culture, and found that I didn't want to meet the other party in general, and wanted to leave, so he ridiculed the painter giant Mr. Cao Lao in the Eastern Xia. Miss Sakai heard the other party say that, too. ”

Tanaka Masakazu's pupils shrank suddenly, he originally just wanted to provoke Gu Weijing, but he didn't think about it so much.

"Oh? That's what he said. ”

Elder Cao turned his gaze to the Sakai siblings.

Katsuko Sakai hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"I was talking to Mr. Gu at that time, and Tanaka did show rudeness when he ran over. As for the aftermath, I don't know what happened, Mr. Gu was ready to leave, and suddenly gave Tanaka a punch. “

"I, I'm not, I don't mean that......"

"So, Miss Sakai is lying?"

Tanaka's tone of wanting to defend slowly quieted down under Cao Lao's forced gaze.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do any of you agree with that?"

Cao Lao's eyes glanced around at everyone, and at this time, even the leading teacher of Tama University lowered his head.

There are indeed some international claims.

What is the cliff after the mountain, there is no China, and the Zhengshuo of Dongxia is in RB...... There are indeed many RB people who have this kind of little thought in their hearts, otherwise Tanaka would not have blurted out subconsciously when he spoke.

But in front of Cao Lao, I really can't think of it, and I dislike the life of art is too long.

"Alright, that's the end of it."

Cao Lao knocked on the floor with a cane, and a group of RB painters were secretly relieved to see that the old-timers were not as knowledgeable as children, and they did not hold on to this matter.

"I was beaten."

Tanaka Masakazu was in a hurry, he knew that he had planted it this time.

If this matter is settled, his artistic career will definitely be at least halfway through.

"I was beaten! Did you just let the murderer go! ”

He protested.

"You were beaten because you insulted Master Cao, and I think it's a good fight." Gu Tongxiang interjected coldly.

"I didn't insult Master Cao, I just felt that he couldn't be called a painter at all."

Masakazu Tanaka felt it was better to tell the truth now.

"I can't be called a painter, you insult your predecessors, you can be called a painter?" Gu Weijing mended the knife on the side.

"I didn't insult Cao Lao!" Tanaka is in a rage.

"The painter who is not worthy of the title can now be known by comparing with one another." He used the last trick he had prepared.

"Why don't you take a work tomorrow, and my grandson will take a work, and let everyone judge who paints well?"

Gu Tongxiang remembered the colored pencil drawing in the art museum.

"Who knows if he painted it himself? It's better to compare now. ”

"Joke, can't you let so many masters wait for you two little dolls in the wind?"

Gu Tongxiang is not fooled by this.

He has confidence in his grandson, but so many old artists are watching on the spot, and his psychological state is different.

"It doesn't take much time for us to compare to sketching, no, than sketching. Just a few minutes, lose and go, win and stay. The painter speaks with his paintings, do you dare to compare? ”

Tanaka Masakazu looked at Gu Weijing.

After all, I've studied art for so many years, and I can't win against her big demon Katsuko Sakai, and I can't win against you?