I am a Gao Fushuai Villain

Chapter 267 Eighty million, can it! The painting in the pool is shallow in the smoke! [2]

With the urging of everyone.

After Lin Yuan agreed, Ge Yuanshan also raised the rice paper that Lin Yuan wrote.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it.

Lin Yuan wrote cursive script.

And it’s still a wild grass with pen-indulgence and messy stippling.

Cursive script is naturally unavoidable and will give people a sense of scribbling.

Some people who have never studied cursive script or Kuangcao even can’t understand what Lin Yuan wrote.

But even so, the words on Lin Yuan’s rice paper still attracted their attention.

Make them unable to remove their eyes at all.

Between that drawing, dragons and snakes flying, and Wang Yang arbitrarily implied rhythm.

Most of the people present know some calligraphy, even if they don’t use cursive script, they will know others.

Anyone who knows the unknown, can’t remove his eyes from Lin Yuan’s words.

They can feel that Lin Yuan’s cursive script is very powerful.

Even Yu Shanshan could feel it and stared blankly.

I even wanted to shout “Fuck, good word!”.

Although they can’t understand it, it doesn’t prevent them from knowing that this is a good word.

This is how Naihe has no culture and walks all over the world.

He has a certain in-depth knowledge of calligraphy, especially cursive script.

That was even more shocking.

“This, this, this word is too powerful, the momentum is through! Floating like a cloud, like a dragon! Like a crashing wave and thunder, and like a crossbow!”

“This cursive script is really amazing! The intricate changes, such as falling English colorful, dazzling, but implicitly regular, make 750 people think deeply!”

“Benefits from reality, knowing the white and guarding the black, and the light with the dust!”

“Good words! Really good words!”

Just now those people who knew nothing about it, and could only walk around the world with just one sentence, only heard these big guys who have some accomplishments in calligraphy, basically the worst and small well-known big guys, all praised them.

These big guys don’t hesitate to pronounce their own words in the slightest.

I racked my brains to think about the words complimenting Lin Yuan.

Even if Lin Yuan is much younger than them.

But they were convinced, and never thought of belittle this kind of thing because Lin Yuan was young.

Because Lin Yuan’s writing is so good!

As a calligraphy lover.

All of them were convinced.

Lin Yuan is not surprised by this.

After all, after his calligraphy reaches the god level, the characters he writes are all integrated with the advantages of those big men.

That rhythm is really shocking and fascinating.

And Chi Qian, who has always had an elegant temperament, couldn’t help feeling shocked after seeing Lin Yuan’s words.

The pair of beautiful eyes couldn’t help but widen, and strange brilliance gleamed in the jewel-like eyes.

“The momentum is connected, the intricacies change, and the real and the false. This cursive script is almost comparable to Zhang Xuhuaisu and other famous artists. Chi Qian likes and has researched the cursive script.

Seeing Lin Yuan’s cursive script is much more shocking than (adbf) ordinary people.

Although she had guessed that Lin Yuan’s calligraphy would not be bad.

But this is too well written, too powerful!

Chi Qian thinks that his calligraphy is good, and it is true.

She is already very good at her age to have this kind of calligraphy close to the master level.

At most five years, Chi Qian is confident that he can reach the master level.

But compared with Lin Yuan’s calligraphy level, the gap is so big that it is breathtaking.

Is Lin Yuan a master of calligraphy?

Probably not, but higher than the master level.

As for how high it is, Chi Qian couldn’t tell.

I only know that maybe she has reached the master level, and it is difficult to write such words.

Chi Qian looked at Lin Yuan’s eyes very strangely.

In the field she is good at, Lin Yuan has shown even more powerful strength than her time and time again. This is incredible.

He pulled his thoughts back from the shock at Lin Yuan’s calligraphy attainments.

Chi Qian read the line written by Lin Yuan in wild cursive.

“The mist and light rain are moist as smoke, the painting in the pool, the smoke is shallow

“Painted Boat in the Pool, Light in the Smoke”

Chi Qian repeated the chanting several times.

I found the point immediately.

The painting in the pool is shallow in the smoke, the pool at the beginning and the shallow at the end.

It just adds up to her name.

Lin Yuan’s line of poems was written to her!

Chi Qian’s eyelids blinked several times in rapid succession, and the beating of his heart couldn’t help but a bit faster.

Although there are still no special fluctuations on the surface.

But Chi Qian looked at Lin Yuan’s eyes, and there was still a little strangeness in his eyes.

On the side, he didn’t understand what Lin Yuan had written.

I only know Yu Shanshan, who Lin Yuan writes very well.

After hearing Chi Qian’s chant, she also understood the poem written by Lin Yuan.

“The painting boat in the pool is shallow in the smoke, the painting boat in the pool is in the smoke” Yu Shanshan said a few words first.

Then he asked Chi Qian: “The mist and light rain are like smoke, and the painting in the pond is shallow in the smoke. Qian Qian, what did my cousin write?”

“Yeah.” Chi Qian nodded.

Yu Shanshan immediately looked at Chi Qian and said, “Hey! Cousin, he is really shameless, rubbing my wife so naked! Too shameless!”

Hearing Yu Shanshan’s words, Chi Qian’s beautiful face turned red and turned into a knife and tapped Yu Shanshan’s head several times.

Yu Shanshan’s remarks made fun of Lin Yuan, but she also made fun of Chi Qian, who was strange in her heart at this time.

Seeing Chi Qian’s hands, Yu Shanshan hurriedly hugged her head.

Chi Qian withdrew his hand, Meimu continued to stare at Lin Yuan.

For this calligraphy of Lin Yuan, many famous people in the Jiangbei calligraphy circle have praised it.

However, as a master, Ge Yuanshan hasn’t spoken yet.

Ge Yuanshan meditated for a while, and now he said: “You are all right to boast. This calligraphy of young man Lin Yuan is really very good. Let me make a summary. The calligraphy of this calligraphy is made of iron and silver hooks. It’s really vigorous and powerful.”

“The gestures are more continuous and revolving, lively and dancing, galloping and indulging, with great unrestrainedness, and the tendency of slumping thousands of miles. It is like a gust of wind and rain, a dragon and a snake are swift and mad.”

“Branch’s white paper is also sloppy and calm, with a pen smooth and dynamic, beautiful, full of style, and graceful color.”

“Looking at this word is really enough to make people fascinated. It is obviously a cursive script of mad waves, but I can still see that it is beautiful and beautiful.”

“Awesome, really amazing!”

Speaking of the end, Ge Yuanshan turned his head and smiled bitterly at Lin Yuan: “Boy Lin Yuan, let me call you Xiaoyuan products. Originally I planned to accept Xiaoyuan as a disciple, but after reading your words. Although it is very I don’t want to admit it, but your calligraphy may not only be inferior to me, but may also be better than me. I originally wanted to point you to the door wall, but now I want to feel a little bit

It’s ridiculous. ”

Lin Yuan laughed and said, “Old man Ge is absurdly praised. In fact, I admire him very much.”

Lin Yuan’s words are not only polite.

Ge Yuanshan wrote a lot of calligraphy, and still has a sincere heart, which is really admirable.

Ge Yuanshan waved his hand and said: “You know everything about calligraphy, and you don’t need to comfort my old man. Old man, I knew a long time ago that the gap between people and people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs. Some people are just like that. Born to know it, and talented.”

“Rather than being relieved, the old man wants to ask you a question. How much do you plan to sell for?”

“My favorite thing, old man, is to collect these copybooks. I don’t like to cheat people. I guess I can’t cheat you.”

“Just Obuchi, your poem, I want to buy it for collection, give you an estimate, 80 million, sell it to me, can you?

Ge Yuanshan said directly.

Eighty million!

Hearing this number, everyone present was a little shocked.

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