The Genius

Hearing that ye Tianlong wanted to wait on him with pen and ink, the audience was still. They all looked at Ye Tianlong like idiots.

At this moment, everyone thinks that ye Tianlong is making trouble. Otherwise, how could he not point out the flaws in the story of the independence of the fallen flower man, but rather redraw it without knowing the greatness of heaven and earth.

Let alone the difference between true and false, even if ye Tianlong really knows how to draw, he can't have such great attainments. Let's paint another painting "the independence of the fallen flower".

"Young man, you are really wicked. I thought you were a little bit heavy. It turned out that you were just a mouthful."

"Another painting? Can you draw the charm of master Xu? Do you know what it means to be independent? "

"Come on, young man, or someone will break your leg later."

All around the people began to talk about it, accusing Ye Tianlong of being a jerk and shameless. If you see it, you should point it out.

Instead of making trouble and amusing people like this, I can't help but despise ye Tianlong and don't believe his words.

Flower such as rain three female want to refute a few words, but ye Tianlong waved not to make a sound.

Guo Sisi was so angry that his blood pressure rose. He pointed to Ye Tianlong and said, "get out of here!"

She wanted to chop Ye Tianlong with a knife. If this guy didn't come out to make trouble, several buyers were ready to bid just now, at least 100 million yuan.

Luck can almost sell 200 million. If you're lucky, you can return the crow's money at one time. Who knows, ye Tianlong is a jerk.

Look at the appearance of those buyers, even if ye Tianlong is driven away, there will be thorns in their hearts. The bid is bound to remain, at least tens of millions less.

Ye Tianlong completely ignored the scene of the uproar, just shouting out: "why not come to ink?"

He frowned and said, "are you worried that I'll paint it and smash this fake of yours?"

"You, you, you -"

Gao Fu Shuai and his friends could hardly speak when they pointed at Ye Tianlong this time. This boy is not only rude and shameless, but also thick skinned, which is comparable to the city wall. At this time, he still shouts pen and ink to wait on him. It's really unreasonable.

They were red with anger, and seemed to fight: "Ye Tianlong, we fight with you."

People on the scene also felt that ye Tianlong had gone too far: "young man, you will lose your life like this."

"You've been cheated. I'm afraid it's you who will lose your life."

Ye Tianlong lightly joked: "think about it, 70 million to buy a fake, not angry to vomit blood to hang up just strange.

As soon as this remark came out, the elders of several antique masters frowned. Although they thought Ye Tianlong was not credible, what they were afraid of in this business was just in case.

It's a thousand times better to waste a little time and energy on Ye Tianlong's painting than to buy a fake. After thinking about it for a while, they asked someone to bring a pen and paper.

Guo Sisi, what they wanted to say, was stopped by a white bearded old man with a wave: "Miss Guo, it's OK. Real gold is not afraid of fire."

"Your painting is true. How can a clown be slandered, its value will not be less. On the contrary, if you don't let him paint one, rumors will be everywhere."

"People with a heart will say that you are guilty, but it is not conducive to its auction."

Guo Sisi looked at each other and nodded subconsciously: "what Niu Lao said is reasonable."

"Here comes the pen and ink, young man."

At this time, the glasses old man put on dignity and pointed to Ye Tianlong: "you'd better draw one, or you'll be thrown out of the antique street."

"Not only DongLaiShun and Miss Guo, all businesses and players will refuse your arrival."

His words are very sharp: "I can guarantee that you will never step into the antique street again, and your photos will appear on the street blacklist."

White beard old man also nodded: "yes, this is my attitude."

The old man with white beard and glasses is a master of antiques. He has billions of wealth and stores all over the country. He is known as the second old man of antiques and is very famous.

Their words are naturally echoed by the onlookers around.

Guo Sisi stares at Ye Tianlong with fierce eyes: "it's more than throwing it out? I'll break his leg if I don't pay half a million for his mental damage. "

Jia Renyi's idea is similar, but he trembles at the thought of Ye Tianlong's evil family. What if it's a fake? That's 70 million.

He shook his head and didn't want to keep the idea

In the face of the turbulent scene, ye Tianlong smiles noncommittally, and then steps forward to the long table.

He took off his coat and rolled it up. Then he picked out a few brushes and rice paper, and began to brush and paint.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Ye Tianlong didn't even look at Guo Sisi's fallen flower man. He seemed to have the answer in his heart.

"After the dream, the balcony is locked high, and the curtain is hung down when sobered up."

At this time, a pen, just like the beginning of the general, in the paper concentrate on splashing ink up.

Just a few simple outlines, it depicts the outline of a woman.It's very vivid.

Experts will know if there are any. Many of the people present are masters of antique street, including more than a dozen painting and calligraphy enthusiasts. They are very surprised when they glance at them.

Although he didn't dare to make any noise, he still gave a thumbs up, which attracted more good people to look at Ye Tianlong's paintings.

The antique two old men's faces were also surprised, obviously also saw Ye Tianlong's extraordinary skills.

"Last spring, when hate came, the flower droppers were independent and the swiftlets flew together."

Ye Tianlong didn't pay attention to the reaction of the people. After long feifeng finished writing a brush, he immediately picked up the second one and continued to draw intermittently.

Seeing ye Tianlong's moving clouds and flowing water, the prying people were more curious and expectant. They all held their breath and looked at the painting in front of them.

Guo Sisi could not help but tremble, worried that ye Tianlong would create another miracle as before, which she could not accept.

Jia Renyi looked at the scroll and ye Tianlong's paintings, hoping to find some differences. Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

The lines, the ink and the shape are exactly the same.

"I remember Xiao ping's first appearance, the double heart character Luo Yi."

Ye Tianlong was reading ancient poems and painting. Soon, there was a beautiful young lady in ancient costume on the rice paper.

Lonely, hands light waist, a hand holding the fan, powerless to hang down, sad expression looking at the distance.

On the wet ground, there are several pink fallen flowers, and the background is lightly rendered with a large amount of money, so as to lay out the confusion of spring.

The two flying swallows on the left side of the picture show the young women's sadness and yearning.

"On the pipa string, it is said that Acacia, when the moon was at that time, once illuminated the colorful clouds."

When ye Tianlong read the last word, he also wrote the last stroke in his hand.

At this time, the wind blowing over, the paper slightly shaking, young women and petals also seem to move, the light mapping is very beautiful.

Petals flying, young women independent, very artistic conception.