312: C312 The Eyes of a Popinjay

C312 The Eyes of a Popinjay

"The paintings of Zhu Lu, a man of eight mountains, had an extremely strong personal style. When the Ming dynasty was destroyed, Zhu Lu was only nineteen, and soon after, her father died. At that time, he was extremely depressed and indignant, so he pretended to be deaf and deaf that he hid his name and hid in the wilderness to protect himself."

Wuqing Zi said as he stood up and walked to the side of the map.

"It is precisely because of the misfortune of my youth that I can often see a strange sign in the picture of Zhu Nu. It looks like a crane shaped symbol, but it is actually formed with the four words' 19th of March ', which is used as a reference for nostalgic affection towards my homeland."

After Wuqing Zi said this, the others hurriedly stood up, stretched out their necks and looked in the direction Wuqing Zi pointed. Sure enough, they found a small crane symbol on the upper left side of the cliff. If they didn't look carefully, they would think that it was just a randomly drawn crack in the rock.

Now that Wuqing Zi pointed it out so directly, everyone finally had a clear impression and saw the difference.

"Oh, oh, oh, no wonder you're Grandmaster Wuqing Zi. It took me so much effort to find the connection with Mr. Zhu Huang when I first obtained this painting. With just a glance, the Grandmaster could tell that this painting is a piece of cake. I admire you, I admire you!"

Old Master Tang originally looked as if he was a thousand miles away, but after hearing Wuqing Zi's explanation, he couldn't help but clap his hands in praise as well.

A master is a master. I only saw that the style was somewhat similar to the painting I saw in the museum back then, and thus thought that the work copied by Dajun was entirely based on guesswork.

The old man named Qi also applauded.

"Hmph, Master Wuqing Zi is such a heavyweight, it's your turn now."

Elder Zhao stared at the crane diagram for a long time. After hearing the praise from the old man named Qi, he coldly snorted and ridiculed.

"You!"

"Alright."

The old man surnamed Qi was scolded and was about to retaliate. However, Wuqing Zi raised his hand to stop him.

"I was only able to recognize the painting because of my experience. This little brother only took a few glances and immediately recognized the painting. If little brother doesn't mind, can you tell me the secret?"

Wuqing Zi waved his hand. He had long since given up on praise and fame. Instead, he turned to Ye Mo and asked for advice.

At this moment, everyone's gaze returned to Ye Mo.

"Master, you are flattering me. Actually, I do not know much about the art of painting. I am a doctor myself, so to be able to see the abnormality of this painting is a coincidence."

Ye Mo shook his head and laughed.

"Doctor? Little brother, from your posture and bearing, could it be a Chinese medicine? "

Wuqing Zi's eyes were bright as he asked Ye Mo.

"Master has great eyesight. Not bad, this kid is indeed a Chinese doctor."

Ye Mo smiled faintly. It was not an unexpected thing to be seen through by a meticulous person like Wuqing Zi, who spent his days dealing with paintings.

"The theory of the Way of Medicine is vast and complicated, and it even contains a great dao. Little brother, can you give me some pointers on how you can see that this painting is the work of a man from the eight mountains from a doctor's perspective?"

With Ye Mo's refusal, Wuqing Zi's interest was piqued. When Ye Mo exposed his profession, Wuqing Zi believed him without the slightest bit of doubt.

"This …"

Ye Mo hesitated for a moment. He didn't expect the other party to be so interested in his opinion, and he didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say that he didn't do anything with this canvas, and he already had a similar painting.

"Tsk, you've shown some signs of weakness, right? You really are a coward."

The girl surnamed Zhao saw that Ye Mo was trying to shirk himself, the corner of her mouth curled up and her eyes rolled up as she ridiculed him in disgust.

Ye Mo frowned. He thought to himself, "This guy is really interesting. I have never provoked him before, but now he's addicted to taunting me."

Wuqing Zi turned his head and looked at the girl named Zhao. There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes. He was waiting to see the result of his own question. Young man, you are really sharp-tongued.2

Being stared at by Wuqing Zi in such a manner, the girl surnamed Zhao immediately became obedient. However, she still revealed a look of contempt towards Ye Mo. It could be said that she truly despised him from the bottom of her heart.

"Hey, let me tell you, everyone's time is precious. You won't just admit it and be done for!"

The young man with the gold-rimmed glasses could be said to be a loyal supporter of the young girl surnamed Zhao. The young man with the gold-rimmed glasses could be said to be a loyal supporter of the young girl surnamed Zhao.

The clay figure still had a bit of anger, not to mention Ye Mo wasn't a pinch. It's fine if he was a woman, but he didn't care much about it. As a man, you are always grumbling, aren't you being a little unreasonable?

"What's your name?"

Ye Mo turned his head and looked at the young man with gold-rimmed glasses and said coldly.

The gold-rimmed glasses did not expect that the boy who had been silent all this time would actually have a temper and dare to directly question her!

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the pretty face and proud figure of the young girl beside him.

"My name is Ji Yuan Tang, what's wrong? "What's the matter?"

Surname Ji?

Ye Mo was stunned. Previously, the other party seemed to have called Elder Zhao grandpa, so why did he come with the Ji surname?

"Grandfather Zhao is Lil Violet's grandfather, so he's my grandfather. What's wrong?" Do you have any objections? "

As if seeing Ye Mo's somewhat complicated gaze, the golden-rimmed glasses continued to speak with an unyielding tone.

"Humph!"

The young girl surnamed Zhao coldly snorted. However, she didn't refute him because her gold-rimmed glasses were helping her vent her anger.

"Brother Ji, I think you have a great opinion of me. How about we make a bet?"

Ye Mo looked at the eyes of the gold-rimmed glasses and said blandly.

"Heh, speaking a few words to you, you've really stepped on the nose and done it. What are you betting on? Say it! "

Ye Zichen pushed his glasses with his hand as he spoke with a disdainful tone.

Ye Mo smiled, looked up and down at the clothes of the gold-rimmed glasses, then stretched out two fingers and said.

"Two million. If I'm wrong, I'll give you the money. If I'm right, will you bet with me?"

2 million was just about to be his entire fortune, and it was also almost all the money that belonged to him now. If he lost the bet, then he would have nothing left, completely turning from a young master into a penniless commoner.

pqdm.com