V3.Chapter 7

Six old men nodded politely to me. Although few of them were serious, I was also very satisfied. These are all national treasures!

Liu Laoliu said to me, "then you are busy. I have to go through the formalities for the next batch of people quickly. He Tiandou should have no way to take you when the writers come."

At this time, the chat content of the great gods has developed to a more complex level. Wu Daozi took Liu Gongquan and said, "you write well. Next time I finish painting, you can match me with a few words." Since ancient times, there has been no separation between calligraphy and painting, and painting masters can't be worse than ordinary words, but after all, the art industry has specialized. Wu Daozi made a request to Liu Gongquan with the mentality of striving for perfection.

Liu Gongquan is the youngest here - about 1200 years old. Others are his predecessors, so he modestly said, "it's a great honor!"

Yan Liben chatted with Hua Tuo for a while and said, "doctor, I've been dazzled recently. After sitting for a long time, I'm even dizzy. What's the matter with you?" Hua Tuo gave him a pulse for a while and said, "you have a little loss of Qi and blood. In addition, you haven't exercised for a long time. I'll teach you Wuqinxi when I have time."

I rubbed my hands and said, "ancestors, are everyone tired? Let's have a rest first."

Wang Xizhi said, "Xiaoqiang, after drinking this wine for a long time, I'm very thirsty. Find something that can moisten my throat."

Now I'm even more embarrassed. The biggest artist I've ever seen is the painter of the municipal Painting Association invited to the school celebration. He didn't drink until Xinyang Maojian. Finally, our headmaster sent the teaching director out to buy it. What do you have to drink to serve Wang Xizhi?

"Mr. Wang, we don't sell tea here, or will you bear me to take you to the teahouse?"

Wang Xizhi waved his hand and said, "No. just quench your thirst."

I hurried to the bar and asked, "what's the best way to quench our thirst?"

"Mineral water..." Sun Sixin looked at me strangely.

"No!" This was easily rejected by me. I can't let the masters think I'll entertain them with cold water.

"Then there's only these drinks." Sun Sixin took out a lot of colorful bottles. I took them all in my arms and put them in front of the old men. Yan Liben took a bottle of Sprite first and looked at it carefully. He said, "this thing can be used for painting." I quickly told him it wasn't paint. While I helped him unscrew it, Yan Liben took a sip and didn't comment.

Bian que tasted a coke and said, "it tastes strange. Do you know what medicine matches it?"

I'm kidding. I want to know that it's not here. The Coca Cola formula has been a mystery for more than 100 years. Some people estimate that it alone is worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

I asked him, "can you drink it?"

Bian que shook his head first and then said, "there must be some herbs I haven't seen. It's not difficult to calculate over time."

Well, when he figures it out, adding some carbonic acid and caffeine will probably be ten to nine. The old men were drinking. It seems that they are quite satisfied. It is much better than the service of the municipal Painting Association.

After a while, I let the national treasures into the car first, suddenly remembered something, and ran back to the bar. Sun Sixin was cleaning up the table he had just sat on. I grabbed my sleeves and wiped them out first. It was estimated that even so, the table could sell 10000 yuan. I asked sun Sixin, "did those people leave any notes just now?"

"No." Sun Sixin found me a little incoherent.

"That's good..." I ran to the car with another gust of wind. I just remembered that they were six people, and Liu Laoliu's means of transportation was a sidecar motorcycle I eliminated. How did they come from? Did the gourd brothers' seven missing version be staged on this motorcycle again?

Liu Gongquan finally explained to me: "Liu Laoliu led the way and hired a car for us."

Oh, it's a taxi. Liu Laoliu is really brave. He is not afraid that the driver will run away. Kidnapping these six living treasures is faster than kidnapping gates for money. As long as they are good to eat and drink, they can sell $18 million - even a letter for help.

When the bus arrived at the school gate, because the road was still paved, we had to walk on the last journey. When a group of people got off the bus, Wu Daozi saw our school flag at a glance. Can't help pointing to the sky and exaggerating, "what's hanging there?"

Yes, this school flag is often misunderstood as a triangle. In front of others, I can rightfully say that this is abstract art, but I dare not be presumptuous under my brother's eyes. He said shyly, "that's the flag of our school."

Wu Daozi put a hand on his head, as if there was a lump of shit floating in the sky. He kept saying, "take it down, take it down, it's really embarrassing!"

I immediately followed suit and pulled the pulley to lower the flag. Wu Daozi took it in his hand and asked me, "what is your painting?" Wang Xizhi interposed: "the characters are so ugly!"

I honestly pointed out: "this is a villain, this is an adult, because we are a civil and military school, so it represents the realm of uncompromising and not afraid in the face of evil forces..."

After all, he was an art master. Wu Daozi soon understood what I meant and said, "the moral is good, but his painting skills are too poor. The person who painted this painting can't be more than 10 years old?"

Art is interlinked... It has no national boundaries and no race. Now it seems that time span is not a problem. Wu Daozi's eyes are burning!

Wu Daozi found a flat place to put down the painting. He also sat cross legged on the ground, took out a brush and a box of ink from his arms, and muttered, "I really can't bear to see you lose face every day. Please add some pens for you."

I stepped forward and said pleasantly, "you just help me redraw one."

Wu Daozi didn't lift his head and said, "I don't have that time." Seeing that there was no water nearby, he poured the remaining half bottle of coke into the ink cartridge, studied it for a few times, dipped it in the pen, carefully painted it around the little man and on the sun, and expanded the printing of the cloth. In an instant, there was a bit more landscape artistic conception. Set off the two characters three dimensionally, Wu Daozi handed the pen to Yan Liben after painting: "as for the characters, it's master Yan." I just listened to them chatting and praising each other. I also know that Yan Liben is best at painting characters, especially his appearance.

Yan Liben smiled and said, "there's no need to be a master on the left and a master on the right. I'm crazy about how old you are. I'll have the courage to call you a virtuous brother."

Wu Daozi also wanted to see Yan Liben's style. He handed the brush forward and said, "please, brother Yan."

Yan Liben didn't take it. He stretched out his right hand, lifted some ink with his little finger, scraped the faces of the two characters in the flag, then rubbed his hands and said, "ha ha, it's done."

Look at the two people in the picture. One is angry and the other is smoking the sky. Their form and spirit are vivid on the paper. Wu Daozi looked at the canvas and couldn't help saying, "wonderful, wonderful..." Yan Liben said with a smile, "isn't this a stroke of genius, brother Wu?"

Wang Xizhi took the canvas, picked up a pen and said, "painting is good. But the word is really ugly. Xi Zhi is not talented. He is good at making suggestions and help you change it."

I whispered, "that's the authentic work of Li Bai..."

After hearing this, Wu Daozi said with a smile, "it's written by Xiao Bai. No wonder it's so elegant. Don't worry. I have an old acquaintance with him. Just say I advocate changing the land. He will never blame you. Besides, it's lucky to get brother Xizhi's calligraphy."

Later I learned that Wu Daozi not only knew Li Bai. And big Li Bai is 20 years old. No wonder he dares to call Shixian Xiaobai

Wang Xizhi picked up his pen and smiled and revised Li Bai's original words. Because the canvas is limited, it must not be enough to rewrite. Besides, it's not decent to look at it. We are Yucai civil and military school, not Yucai civil and military... School. No matter how big the campus is. The name can't be echoed.

Therefore, Wang Xizhi only expanded the edges and corners on the original words, so that each word looks like it was rewritten. Wang Dashen seemed to drink just right and feel happy. He immediately linked the "dead moon" together to make our school return to its original name, then wiped the wrist hook, drew the word "talent and literature", and then looked at the three words "talent and literature" - I can't see whether it's good or bad, but at least it looks natural, Wang Xizhi couldn't help but say, "well, today's three words are a little more satisfactory than Lanting preface." When he was proud, he was about to draw out the following words. When he saw Liu Gongquan eager to try, he handed over his pen: "the rest is Lao Liu."

Liu Gongquan nodded without speaking. He picked up his pen and wrote. It seems that he has been brewing enough emotions for a long time, So the three words "martial arts school" were changed under his hands. Now I remember that people always say "Yan Jin Liu Gu". I only know that this allusion says that two people have good calligraphy. As for which two people really didn't ask in detail, it seems that this "Liu Gu" Most of them are Liu Gongquan. The last three words written by him are particularly extraordinary. Even my layman reads them with interest, especially the word "Wu". It's really tense and kind.

The four old men finished their stunts, smiled at each other, and then said to me in unison, "hang up and let's have a look."

At this time, I had carefully folded the school flag and carefully put it in my arms

Under their surveillance, I had to raise the flag again with a bitter face. Our flag fluttered in the wind. In the flag, the two people became water and fire. The best thing is that under the equal share of the autumn, people can consciously or unconsciously experience the struggling spirit of the villain. The fidelity of the form has exceeded the three-dimensional animation, which can be seen from a distance, It's like hanging two real people on a pole - it's terrible. As for the words next to them, laymen did not comment, but later, although all the copies were hung, our school flag was still stolen repeatedly. We caught a lot of such elegant thieves, but we can't fight them yet, because they were people who often appeared on TV. Finally, we had to include many famous people in the city of the painting and Calligraphy Association in the unwelcome list of our school