"Neither is it, since it is a masterpiece, it should be owned by the world. Brother Jing Yan destroyed it at will, I am afraid that it will be difficult to convince everyone. What's more, Brother Jing Yan said that this painting is difficult to reproduce, but how can you prove that this painting is written by you? Liu Feng said lightly.

When everyone heard this, they were very particular about what they said, first saying, 'The paintings that have been handed down to the world should be owned by the world, and Su Mo should not be destroyed for his own selfishness' tied everyone present to Su Mo's opposite, and pointed out that Su Mo may not be the author of the painting. The sinister intentions of the people, but that's it.

Some onlookers also felt that it made sense, and this painting really didn't look like Su Mo could draw it. And Su Mo also said that if it was written by chance, it is difficult to reproduce, it is more like throwing out the reason in advance for fear that someone will ask him to make another equivalent painting to prove that this painting is written by him.

"So what?" When Su Mo heard this, he almost laughed angrily.

I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless. Is this the case for all readers...... Oh, except for me.

"Naturally, this painting should be handed over, and it should be verified first, if it is verified that it is written by Brother Jing Yan, it should be returned...... Or by Wei Gong to inscribe, if Wei Gong is unwilling, we can naturally ghostwrite. Liu Feng smiled like a spring breeze, and he saw a dagger in poverty.

Can you pay it back?

A few shrewd people present unconsciously secretly despised themselves.

It turns out that there is also moral kidnapping in this world......

Su Mo was about to unfold "Three Congs and Four Virtues", "Tao Te Ching", "Core of Confucianism", "Lao Tzu's Famous Sayings" and so on to educate Liu Feng when he was interrupted by a coquettish.

"Shut up!"

The red-clothed Gu Yu couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out next to him.

"Why did the 'Sword Demon' come out too?" The Chaoyang crowd on the side is looking for melons everywhere.

"Who is the Sword Demon?" Someone didn't know Gu Yu, so he asked.

"The third child of the academy... That sword cultivator ......"

Someone shrunk their necks and stepped back...... This guy doesn't make sense.

Sword Demon ...... With this nickname, Su Mo saw that Gu Yu was the fairy sister last night, and he didn't know how to say hello for a while.

Luo Yin looked at Gu Yu who jumped out, speechless for a while.

"Shut up, people sell their own paintings, and they want you to force them here?" Gu Yu pointed at Liu Feng, without any image, as if he was angry, "What are you?" ”

Liu Feng is not afraid, he is the son of the military department of the dynasty, and the academy can't move him at will for no reason, and said casually: "I just said what I thought in my heart." If the academy doesn't let people say it, if I don't say it, it's ......."

"You ......" Gu Yu cultivates the Thrilling Sword, straight and straight, and doesn't like to twist and turn. She doesn't like to be reasonable, so she hates reading people...... Oh, don't hate Su Mo... At least not annoying for the time being.

Hack him to death...... Gu Yu was about to draw his sword when he was stopped by Luo Yin.

Luo Yin turned her head to look at Su Mo and asked softly, "Do you want to sell this painting?" ”

"It doesn't have to be sold...... If you like it, you can send it! Su Mo saw that Luo Yin's kindness was helping him, nodded and smiled...... Paint, he can paint again at any time.

Liu Feng and the others froze when they heard this.

Luo Yin shook his head and smiled when he heard Su Mo's words, and suddenly became charming.

"No merit is not ......" Luo Yin turned back and shouted to the maid, "Xiaohong, go and fetch a hundred taels of silver." ”

The maid turned around and went back to the shipbuilding to get a silver ticket, ran out and handed it to Luo Yin.

Luo Yin handed the silver ticket of one hundred taels of silver to Su Mo: "I will buy this painting for one hundred taels." ”

"Good!" Su Mo smiled and rolled up the painting, handed it to Luo Yin, and took the silver ticket with his hand.

Gu Yu looked stunned...... She had come to buy paintings, but she didn't have that much money...... Forget it, wait until you ask Luo Yin, the little rich woman, in private.

And Liu Feng and the others' faces changed, Luo Yin was helping Su Mo in disguise.

She asked Su Mo to buy a painting, and naturally admitted that the painting was written by Su Mo.

Luo Yin took the scroll, and continued to smile and said, "Childe, would you like to write an inscription for me?" ”

"What the fairy asks, naturally satisfied!"

Su Mo laughed when he heard this, pulled up the little girl, and followed Luo Yin and Gu Yu into the shipbuilding.

Wei Gong shook his head and sighed: "Okay, just look at the words mentioned by Jing Yan!" ”

Wei Gong also followed into the shipbuilding, and several young people also followed, but Liu Feng didn't believe that Su Mo could put forward any good poems, if Su Mo's poems were not good for a while, he could still take the opportunity to play.

Seeing that no one was stopping, a group of people eating melons hula entered the shipbuilding together...... Today, this melon is eating well, how can you give up halfway. And they were also curious about what words Su Mo would mention.

Luo Yin personally laid out the picture scroll, pressed the ruler, polished the ink, and handed the pen to Su Mo.

For some reason, she felt a sense of confidence in Su Mo, although Su Mo was just an ordinary person in her eyes, she still felt that he could surprise her.

"Childe, can you think of a poem to be titled?" Luo Yin asked softly, Gu Yu was watching from the side, and the others looked like they were watching the Spring and Autumn Drama.

"That's ...... Write a little song! Su Mo thought about it and put pen to paper with a smile.

Simply put pen to paper, no stagnation!

agarwood,

Beat the heat...

Su Mo put pen into a sharp edge, like flowing water.

Only six words, so that the people present instantly quieted down, the eyes of the group fell on these six words, and the writing can be seen at the beginning.

Su Mo did not pause and continued to write......

Birds and birds,

Invade the eaves language.

"Burn agarwood, kill the heat. Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves. Luo Yin looked at Su Mo's pen and muttered softly.

With just a few strokes, he wrote the scene of birds and birds cheering in the early summer morning, which seemed to be careless, but it seemed to be foreshadowing.

Everyone stopped talking, and Liu Feng and the others also showed solemn expressions on their faces. But I saw Su Mo continue to write......

The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy,

The water surface is clear,

One by one.

"Good words!" Wei Gong sighed lightly, believing that this painting was written by Su Mo. In terms of words alone, it is already extraordinary. The learned people on the side also nodded in contemplation.

Su Mo stopped writing, thinking of his previous life, he always felt that he was incompatible with this world, except for the little girl, there was no more concern.

The poems learned in that life can always find one that fits the state of mind, just like the second half of this small order!

Hometown Haruka,

When to go?

lives in Wumen,

Long as Chang'an Brigade.

This homesickness seemed to be felt by everyone present for a moment.

Luo Yin's eyes gradually blurred, and she remembered the flute music from yesterday, how similar it was.

Do you remember the fishermen in May?

Xiao Ji Qingzhou,

Dream of Furong Pool.

Su Mo took back the ink pen and placed it on the inkstone. Exhaled...... Poetry and painting can also send people affection.

This Su curtain is written by Zhou Bangyan, a lyricist of the Song Dynasty in Su Mo's previous life, and the meaning expressed is 'homesickness', but it just happens to be in line with the painting.

Lotus, boat, fisherman......

Wei Gong stepped forward and silently recited this small order repeatedly:

"Burn agarwood, kill the heat.

Birds and birds call for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves.

The early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy,

The water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts it one by one.

Hometown Yao, when to go?

He lives in Wumen and has been a Chang'an brigade for a long time.

Do you remember the fishermen in May?

Xiao Ji light boat, dreaming of Furong Pu. ”

"Writing the scene, if it is intentional, if it is unintentional, it makes people dizzy. The lower rhyme is lyrical, straightforward and expressive, and the words are like words, without ornamentation. Wei Gong sighed.

"The whole word writes the scenery, writes the people, writes the love, writes the dream, and the words are natural, without carving and all kinds of styles, and the round lotus leaves, the Jiangnan in May, and the light boat of the fisherman, these scenes are described in a virtual and real way, and the pain of homesickness is vividly expressed."

"Wei Gong praised it!" Su Mo said modestly.

Wei Gong shook his head: "No, today's incident is enough to become a good story." ”