313: C313 Weeping Laughing

C313 Weeping Laughing

Through the way he dressed, he was able to tell the extent of the other person's wealth. This was a skill that was essential to a professional foppish young master. Ye Mo had mastered it long ago.

Regardless of whether it was his eyes or temperament, he was out of place. It was obvious that he had rented or borrowed Green Water Ghost. The price of the remaining famous brands added together with the appearance of his gold-rimmed glasses just happened to be two million.

If he shouted too much, the other side would show their cowardice and not bet.

"What? Teacher Ji was very confident just now. It can't be that he's losing his courage right now."

Ye Mo was surprised to see his gold-rimmed glasses fall into a dilemma. He turned around to look at the girl surnamed Zhao and then at his gold-rimmed glasses. Although he didn't say anything, he fully expressed his intention.

That's it? You can't even take out two million and you don't even dare to accept such a bet? Do you still want to chase after the other party?

As a male, you definitely can't say no in front of the opposite sex. Being provoked by Ye Mo and with the bug acting on your brain, the glasses made a decision and said fiercely: "Let's bet then! Who's afraid of who! What if you can't afford it? "

Ye Mo smiled faintly. He took out a card and threw it onto the table without saying a word.

The pupils of the gold-rimmed glasses constricted slightly. His last path of retreat had been sealed. Even the membership cards of the National Bank were worth at least a million yuan.

"Humph!" Just wait for it to go bankrupt! "

The golden-rimmed glasses also took out their own wallets. When they threw their entire savings of cards onto the table, they felt as if their hearts were bleeding.

Seeing that the other party had already obediently taken out the money, Ye Mo didn't want to waste any more words with him. Ignoring the different expressions of the elders, he walked over to the side of the painting and said.

"Indeed, I don't know much about painting. However, I do know about common sense. The Eight Great Mountains are famous for their flowers, birds, and paintings, and this landscape painting is also unique and extraordinary."

Ye Mo pointed at the painting as he spoke.

"The mountains and rivers painted by Zhu Nu are not picturesque scenes, but look at the gods and write about the fissures in their chests to give vent to the melancholy in their hearts. In order to express the grief, indignation and loneliness in his heart, he painted mountains and rivers with desolate mountains and desolate mountains, giving off a feeling of desolation and desolation, which is in complete harmony with the mood of the people who have lived in seclusion for many years. "

"That's right, besides the crane symbol, Zhu Luo had also purposefully linked these four words together after he was sixty years old. They seem like 'crying' and 'laughing', which is precisely to suit his mood of not being able to laugh or cry at all."

Wuqing Zi nodded as he stroked his beard, agreeing with Ye Mo's words.

"In this painting, the strokes are filled with inner restlessness and accumulated grief. When I painted this painting, it should have been written during the critical period when I was ill and sealed in this ink. Zhang Dajian never had a serious illness during his life and never used the pleasure of imitating a painting, he even said," This old man has lived a good life and has enjoyed it for a long time, so it is impossible for this painting to be imitated. "

After Ye Mo finished his comment and analysis, he turned around and looked at Wuqing Zi and Old Master Tang.

"Seniors, I wonder if what I have said is correct or not."

Wu Tie nodded. After hearing Liu Tie's words, he walked forward again, wanting to observe the illness that Ye Mo had mentioned. Old Master Tang, on the other hand, was completely dumbfounded; his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Nonsense!"

The gold-rimmed glasses snorted coldly and said.

"You even said that the painting was made by someone seriously ill. You are really bragging to the point that you don't even know how to draw a rough draft!"

When Ye Mo started to talk, the golden-rimmed glasses' face became uglier and uglier. Only when Ye Mo explained the theory of enjoying the air did he heave a sigh of relief, thinking how dangerous it was.

He didn't think that this nameless brat would actually understand something about it. Luckily, he had a bad brain. Otherwise, he would be in danger today!

"Oh? "You think I'm wrong?"

Ye Mo asked with a smile.

"Nonsense!" What's there to be angry about? It's all your nonsense to trick people. It's not as godly as you make it sound! "

This matter was related to his entire fortune, but the other party didn't seem to care at all. This kind of contrast made him feel very humiliated.

"I can't believe that the parts that I couldn't explain clearly would turn it into a mystical medicine. Truly, this is a proper Chinese medicine. I admire it."2

This time, the girl surnamed Zhao tried to help Ye Mo out by saying something to Ye Mo. She was touched by his words and was about to continue scolding Ye Mo.

For example, those shoes of yours. The creases on the side of your right foot are clearly heavier, and the degree of wear and tear is also more severe than any other places. It shows the existence of your true appearance, and looking at your appearance from afar, you should have suffered a long time from the pain of your feet.

Ye Mo looked down and said as he looked at the right foot of the gold-rimmed glasses.

"You should be taking Chinese medicine as well, but it's not very effective."

"You … You're full of shit! "

The golden-rimmed glasses scared her to death. She wanted to hide her feet, but where could she hide them? This action revealed the panic in her heart, so much so that her words of defense were not convincing at all.

The girl surnamed Zhao immediately stood up and sat far away from her gold-rimmed glasses. Her face had a look of intense disgust and a hint of panic.

He didn't expect to see such a stubborn fellow by his side. Now that he thought about it, he felt disheartened.

"Lil Violet!" I have no stamina, so don't listen to his nonsense, he's slandering me! "

When the gold-rimmed glasses saw that he had been spurned, his pride was struck once again. He tried his best to defend himself, but it was useless. His expression betrayed him.

"This is just a superficial outer appearance, and one can understand the essence of a painting easily. Painting is something that everyone, especially their own painting, is able to infuse with their own energy. This is also a principle that many experienced painters would be able to see through at a glance."

Ye Mo said calmly.

Back then, when they were fighting at the Fu Rui Xiang, the old man from the Zheng Clan of the Central Plains had taken out a banner copied from the name of Qing Yanzi, who had passed away. The words were filled with the intent of death, just like the one on the painting today, each stroke was imbued with the author's own spirit.

However, the only difference was that when Qing Yanzi wrote about his death wish, Zhu Liang drew about his sadness.

And even if Ye Mo wasn't too emotional in the painting, he wouldn't have lost. Although he didn't have the exquisite technique to borrow the ancient teachings from the ancient book, he could still tell if it was real or fake with a glance.

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