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"I see." Yan Chu replied slowly.

Gongsun Yi sneered: "Boy, don't pretend to understand, if you don't see the reason, but say you see it, it will be insulting, don't blame the old man for me to drive you out!"

"Know what you know, don't know what you don't know, there is no need for juniors to pretend to understand."

Yan Chu pointed to the painting and said: "The painting of the old man is more realistic, and the painting is of green mountains and green water and fertile fields. It should have been a very life-like painting, but because there is one thing missing, this painting is gone. angry."

Qianji Yuge listened, and quickly re-examined Gongsun Yi's painting, but he didn't expect it to be as Yan Chu said.

Gongsun Yi painted life, but there was too much immortality in it, not a touch of tacky, but felt a little awkward.

Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds before slowly nodding and saying, "Your luck is not bad, so you are right."

It is not easy to convince this proud old man.

"Master Yan, then tell me, what should be added to this painting?" Qianji Yuge asked.

Yan Chu pointed to the house in the painting and said with a smile: "It's very simple - cooking smoke."

"Cooking smoke?"

Qianji Yuge was still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes lit up.

He picked up the pen quickly, dipped in ink, and added a few strokes to the painting.

I saw smoke rising from the house in the painting. Although the surrounding green mountains and waters are beautiful like a fairyland, the whole painting is harmonious because of these few wisps of smoke. Wonderland, but a paradise of fireworks.

"Really... a lot more harmonious!" Qianji Yuge exclaimed in surprise.

She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu more, but she didn't expect that this opening was an unreliable head of teasing, but she really knew how to draw.

Gongsun Yi also looked down on Yan Chu a little more.

But he still didn't have a good face for Yan Chu: "Do you really know how to draw?"

"A little bit." Yan Chu showed modesty.

"To understand painting, you must first understand painting," Gongsun Yi said. "Criticize, how is my painting?"

Qianji Yuge's expression softened a lot, and Gongsun Yi allowed Yan Chu to comment on the painting, indicating that this uncle has agreed with Yan Chu at least half.

Otherwise, if anyone came here, they would dare to criticize Gongsun Yi's paintings. It would be strange if Gongsun Yi did not cut him off.

Next, as long as Yan Chu can praise Gongsun Yi, things will be easy.

However, Yan Chu said decisively: "Trash."

"What did you say!?"

Gongsun Yi's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, and the beard on his chin was even more raised. He could not wait to roll up his sleeves and fight with Yan Chu immediately.

Qianji Yuge was also very anxious, and hurriedly winked at Yan Chu.

Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu seemed very calm.

According to his understanding of the head of Yan, Yan Chu's so-called "knowing a little" means "I'm super fucking awesome".

Therefore, Li Fugui was completely at ease with Yan Chu, and was not worried at all that Yan Chu would overturn the car.

"Stinky boy, do you say it again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily.

Yan Chu cleared his throat and said seriously: "Trash, just... ugly, ugly, greedy, I want to vomit when I see it, and I want to step on my feet when I'm done..."

Gongsun Yi stepped back, couldn't help covering his heart, his face turned green with anger.

"Yan Chu, shut up!"

Qianji Yuge's expression changed, and she quickly stepped forward to support Gongsun Yi.

Gongsun Yi covered his heart, pointed at Yan Chu's hand and trembled gently: "Stinky boy, old man, I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never been so humiliated by anyone. Are you sincerely courting death?!"

Yan Chu spread his hands innocently: "You asked me to comment on paintings, the old man. Do you have to say good things about the paintings? If the old man hears all good things, how can you improve?"

"Let you praise the painting, not let you humiliate me!"

"But your old paintings are garbage."

"...I'm mad at me too!!!"

Gongsun Yi was in good health on weekdays, but at this time, Yan Chu gave him a heart attack.

If it wasn't for him not willing to leave like this, I'm afraid he just kicked his legs and drove the crane west.

"Grandpa Gongsun, don't be angry!" Qianji Yuge said to Yan Chu while mentioning Gongsun Yi, "Yan Chu, can't you speak properly?"

Qianji Yuge was so anxious that he didn't even call Yan Chu the head of Yan, but called his real name directly.

Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly:

"But in my eyes, the old man's painting is not good."

"Go ahead!" Gongsun Yi said angrily, "If your kid draws better than me, I'll call you grandpa, old man!"

Qianji Yuge quickly stopped him and said, "Grandpa Gongsun, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Do you think I'll lose?" Gongsun Yi became even more angry, "If I lose to this kid, what if I call him grandpa?!"

Qianji Yuge was helpless for a while.

She knew that Yan Chu was not an ordinary person, and it was impossible to stimulate Gongsun Yi for no reason.

Maybe Yan Chu is really a master of painting?

What about Gongsun Yi?

When you are old, you still have to call someone else's grandfather. Isn't your old face lost?

"Yuge, stop talking!"

Gongsun Yi directly put the pen in his hand into Yan Chu's hand: "The pen is for you, you can draw!"

Yan Chu took the pen and tried to make a gesture.

He had never learned calligraphy with a brush in his last life, so he couldn't use such a pen at all.

Seeing Yan Chu's unfamiliar appearance, Gongsun Yi couldn't help sneering: "Ignorance child, I'm afraid I haven't even held a pen, and I don't know a few big characters!"

"Don't worry, old man."

Yan Chu smiled slightly and spread the paper on the table again.

He picked up the pen and thought for a while.

Thinking of how many famous masters he has lived in China for five thousand years, just pick one or two pairs of famous works, and use the ability of painting to copy them directly on the drawing paper.

Isn't it easy to kill Gongsun Yi in seconds?

Yan Chu felt excited when he thought that he would have a grandson over a thousand years old in a while.

"Stinky boy, don't hurry up and write, you don't know how to draw, right?" Gongsun Yi urged.

"Don't worry, old man, I'll draw it now."

Yan Chu was confident and wrote silently.