[074] Young genius

"I respectfully invite Master Ye to the stage. ”

Zhou Xianlin, Zhang Lanting, Wang Daqian, Huang Baishi, Dong Li, and Lin Tianshou stood on the stage respectfully and humbly one by one.

Blown up!

The scene exploded completely.

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the first person to appear on the calligraphy.

Slowly, Ye Xuan stood up from his seat, straightened the folds on his clothes, and was about to walk towards the stage.

Xiao Chuqing was anxious, grabbed Ye Xuan, and her voice was almost pleading: "Ye Xuan, you are crazy, people called Master Ye to come to the stage." ”

This stage is full of well-known art masters, wow!

"You're caring about the deity again?"

Ye Xuan said almost indifferently, peeling off Xiao Chuqing's green fingers one by one, and his voice was indifferent and distant.

"I am Master Ye. ”

Ye Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, his figure was dashing, and he strode towards the stage.

In an instant, this body formed the focus of attention of the audience.

Behind him, there were a few eager eyes, as if looking at an idiot.

"It turns out that this guy has a brain problem!" Su Mobai smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's a shame that I actually see a psychopath!"

Tang Qingya looked at Ye Xuan with the eyes of a madman, if he was thrown down, it would be a shame.

Even some rich people couldn't help but start scolding: "What are you doing, go down quickly, people are inviting Master Ye Zhongshu." ”

"You kid, you collided with Master Ye, you can't afford it. ”

Ye Xuan ignored everything, his figure was still chic and calm, unhurried, and walked towards the booth.

At this moment, I don't know how many people looked at Ye Xuan angrily, if it weren't for the face of the upper class, they would have thrown Ye Xuan out directly.

However, the next scene shocked everyone's eyes.

I saw that Dong Li came up with a look of extreme humility and piety on his face, and stood still in front of Ye Xuan.

Inverted head,

Bow.

"The apprentice has seen the master. ”

"Get up. Ye Xuan's voice was light, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

Dong Li hurriedly got up and stepped aside.

One is an academic celebrity who is famous in Kyushu and is famous all over the world.

A middle school student who looked to be less than twenty.

An art master in his sixties with white hair actually knelt down to worship a teenager!

For a moment, the rich people at the scene felt that their brains were congested, and they stared blankly at this fantastical scene.

Behind him, several art masters looked at Dong Li with their eyes wide open, like crazy people!

Although Dong Li said that his master was a little young, they thought that he should be at least in his forties, after all, the forty-year-old master was already very young on the road of art.

And Ye Xuan looks like a high school student!

Under the booth, the crowd was even more noisy.

"This kid, what kind of calligraphy is the first person, so young?"

"Damn, this Master Ye is not Mr. Ye Zhongshu, can't he be playing with us, how old is he, a yellow-haired child who has not dried up, he can also calligraphy?"

"Zhou Xianlin is joking with us, this ......"

"Hey, we're here to buy Master Ye Zhongshu's work, which kid are you, hurry up. ”

A few hot-tempered wealthy businessmen scolded directly.

Zhou Xianlin's face was a little unbearable, these rich people are all looking at his face!

Dong Li, this old boy is tricking us, if you don't invite Master Ye Jiuxuan, just find a kid to top the bag.

You can look for it, you can at least have a snack, you find a stinky child who has not dried up, isn't this a smear on our faces?

Several masters' chests rose and fell, and their mouths were crooked.

Huang Baishi said: "Lao Dong, you are messing around!"

Wang Daqian said indignantly: "Old Dong, let me tell you, if you can't see Master Ye today, we will break off our friendship." ”

"That's it, I'm really angry with us, I didn't expect your old Dong to start to be shameless. Zhang Lanting took the cane, he was almost old, and he still had a hot temper.

"How dare you, how dare you. Dong Li arched his hand, still smiling, and said unhurriedly to several old friends:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you, this is my master, Master Ye Jiuxuan, and the author of "A Thousand Years of Sorrow", and a well-deserved first person in ancient and modern calligraphy. ”

After Dong Li and a few old guys explained, they arched their hands, and faced the rich guests in the audience, and said with pride on their faces:

"As the saying goes, since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth, and although the family teacher is young, he is definitely this in the art of calligraphy. ”

Dong Li said, smiling and giving a thumbs up.

Several masters on the stage are all humble masters, and they also know Dong Li's personality, and when they hear him say this, they believe most of them in their hearts, but it is difficult to accept it in common sense.

Leaf... Master, this year's longevity?

This looks like twenty years to death!!

An art master who is not yet twenty years old, is he a genius?

For a moment, there was no one to speak.

In the end, Mr. Lin Tianshou, who was still ninety years old, broke the silence, he looked at Ye Xuan with burning eyes, and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, the way of art, the master first. Do you still remember the "Picture of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains," one of the top ten famous paintings handed down in China? Its author, Wang Ximeng, was a young genius who was only 18 years old!"

"Although Wang Ximeng is young, he is no less than us in art at the age of eighteen, and Mr. Ye must also be such a genius who is rare in a thousand years. ”

Wang Ximeng, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"?

Ye Xuan sneered in his heart, how could there be any eighteen-year-old peerless genius, Wang Ximeng was just a pseudonym for him, but he had become a short-lived strange person in history.

However, these people don't know that for them, there has indeed been a genius boy like Wang Ximeng in history, so Ye Xuan may be the next demonic genius who will not be born?

For a while, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Su Mobai was dumbfounded, and only felt a hot pain on his face.

"I'm a guest of honor, and I don't need an invitation at all. ”

"I don't know if these people you are talking about are powerful, but I know that one of them is my apprentice. ”

Thinking of Ye Xuan's words, Su Mobai was even more ashamed and wanted to find a crack to escape!

It's a shame.

This, this is really a shame to be thrown in front of the ancestors.

"It turns out that what he said is true. ”

Xiao Chuqing was stupidly on the stage with a cold back, and his eyes were full of complexity.

Tang Chuqing was also a little depressed, and it seemed that he still couldn't believe it.

"The first person in calligraphy! Dong Li's teacher! is strong, so that the god of war of the cold country kneels on the spot!"

"Ye Xuan, who are you?"

"How much are you still hiding from us!"

At this moment, the two girls were completely shocked.

On the top floor, in an antique luxury box, the three young men looked at the scene on the stage, their faces gloomy.

"It turned out to be a master artist!" Duan Qingchen's mouth curled with a bloodthirsty arc, and his voice was filled with a faint evil aura.

Tang Feng snorted coldly and said, "What an art master! Now beautiful writers, beautiful painters, and a whole bunch of gimmicks are all hype." ”

A trace of yin poison flashed in the corner of Jiang Zhengyang's eyes, and he said to the two young men:

"Duan Shizi, Young Master Tang, do you want to slap that pretending to be a coercive in the face?"

(End of chapter)