Fu yunmo is the master. Of course, he knows. He nods and listens to him quietly. Perplexing as like as two peas,
Jiang Enren added, "I had the pleasure of seeing this painting once, and the method of painting was complicated. No matter who it was, it could not be imitated. Even if there was a master, it must be copied and the product was very different from the original. If you could draw a pattern without painting, you could prove that you are Mr. Yun."
With that, everyone was silent.
In the field of calligraphy and painting, I am too familiar with this picture.
It is almost impossible for ordinary people to reach the height of the painting, such as fairyland, at a glance, can sink into it.
But it's just a legend. There are only a few people present and lucky to have seen it.
Seeing that Fu yunmo was silent, the old man gave a cold smile: "this painting is the most beautiful one in my heart. If you can't do it, don't insult Mr. Yun."
Jiang enren was relieved.
As long as it is proved that he is not Mr. Yun, no one will know the origin of his painting.
So thinking, his eyes were low, without the slightest fear.
After listening to this, Lai Xian nodded: "yes, Mr. Fu, since I want to prove my identity, I think it's more appropriate to draw Mr. Yun's famous picture of streams and rivers."
When everyone whispered, Fu yunmo laughed, as if laughing at the ignorance of others.
His peach blossom eyes were full of charm, three of them were modest and seven of them were talented. He looked at Jiang enren and raised his lips: "do you have a good painting book?"
What!???
Everyone was stunned, eyes wide open, unbelievable looking at him.
Even Jiang enren, who was full of confidence, was stunned. After a while, he was full of doubts and asked: "you How dare you? "
Lai Xian and Wen Yu are excited.
Fu yunmo actually agreed. Is he really Mr. Yun?
Some fans, face gradually, not before the oath.
Those two old men who have been burying Fu yunmo, look at me, I see you, in the wind, in the chaos.
Xiao Jinhan looks at Jiang enren, who is only a few steps away from him. The idea that he has already determined disappears in an instant.
Although he didn't know the past of sixteen, he knew her well.
People like Jiang enren, even if they are talented, can't get her favor.
Fu yunmo voice is still calm, asked him: "no?"
"You..."
He interrupted Jiang ENRIN and said in a low voice, "if not, I can have someone pick it up."
Lai Xian said, "yes, I'll have people ready right away."
, as like as two peas, you can see that even those who can copy the painting are rare in the world, and, even more, Fu Yunmo promised the same thing.
Fu yunmo politely smile: "thank you."
Jiang enren was a little anxious: "master, I..."
Lai Xian patted him on the shoulder: "well, if he can't draw, I will get justice for you."
Jiang enren looked flustered. At this moment, he was very confused. Things had developed into a situation that he could not retrieve.
But now, we have to go on.
Tang Yaoyao leans on the leather seat, eyes full of fun, waiting for the next good play.
Ten minutes later.
The paper and ink are all ready and set up in the middle of the hall.
Fu yunmo began to paint. Everyone around him held his breath and looked at the white paper.
Just now, the two old men were staring at his jokes.
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