Chapter 534: Jinling Painting St. Wu Wenshan!

If the first sentence of Cang Shuxue did not arouse everyone's interest, then the last sentence completely exploded the car.
A belly-bellied man with a shocked face, exclaimed subconsciously: "What? The first contest can be accepted as a disciple by Master Wu Shenghua? Really fake?"
"Really fake? How could Master Wu's identity be worthy of this little children's drawing contest?" A man with gold-lined glasses and a Chinese character face couldn't stop the horror on his face.
"Who are you talking about in this painting?"
Some parents said they have never heard of it.
Immediately after his remarks, the taunt of the middle-aged man with a big belly was greeted: "You haven't even heard the name of painting Master Wu, you have to say, it's too low!"
The man suddenly appeared embarrassed.
The middle-aged man glanced at the crowd. After seeing that several people didn't know it, he couldn't help but introduce it ostentatiously: "You only know Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi, but you don't know the painting Saint Wu Wenshan!"
"Master Wu is the leader of our Chinese painting and calligraphy circles, and is also a descendant of Wu Daozi. He is as famous as Qi Baishi and others. His painting path has reached a supernatural level."
Speaking of this, he paused and talked again: "Master Wu is said to have painted a picture of a spring outing in the countryside. As soon as the painting is 10%, the ink is not yet dry, which has led to countless butterflies and bees rushing to fly. flutter."
As soon as this word came out, everyone could not help but take a breath.
It's just a painting, and it actually attracted bees and butterflies. Is this master Wu's painting skill to the point where it is really fake?
"more than!"
The previous middle-aged man with gold silk glasses pushed the frame and said again: "Master Wu is the first person in Jinling Painting Road. Even the chairman of Jinling Painting and Calligraphy Association is his disciple. It is rumored that there were overseas The wealthy businessman paid a hundred million dollars for Master Wu to paint for him, but as a result, even Master Wu was not seen. "
The whole car suddenly quieted down.
Everyone just felt shocked. Obviously, there was no such person in this world. Now even the proud young woman with red makeup and bloated body can't sit still.
If her child wins the first place in the competition and then worships at the gate of Wu Wenshan, what does that mean? It's almost unimaginable.
In fact, she didn't just think about her alone, almost everyone in the car blinked.
Li Yongmin looked at the little fat man who was still eating, and suddenly he wasn't able to hit one place: "Rabbit, have you heard? This time you go to the competition, you must give Lao Tzu a breath, fight for first place, and worship Wu Under the master! "
"Do not care!"
The fat man wiped his greasy mouth and said indifferently: "So what? Is it possible that he can become a real chicken leg by drawing a chicken leg? He can't eat it."
"Dad, you would draw less of these big cakes for me. Fat man, I have a few pounds and a few dollars. I still know the drops. Fat man, I have no ambition in my life, I just want to sleep, eat, sleep, and wait for you. I'm dead, I inherit my heritage, and go to sleep and eat and sleep. "
"You ... Who do you want to be?"
Li Yongmin was almost furious, and he fought!
Ye Chen shook his head slightly, but he didn't care about this painting sacred, let alone that his painting was so supernatural, even if he could turn the stone into gold and paint the finishing touch, it was not a big deal.
When he was in the immortal world, there was a painting workshop under the heaven, leading dozens of the most powerful painters in the heavens and the earth. These people can change the colors of the heavens and the earth at will, and what they paint will become what they are.
compare to.
What's the point of a mortal painting?
The reason why he accompanied his daughter to the competition was that Su Yuhan and his daughter liked it. Ye Chen would satisfy them if they liked it.
Even if they want the moon in the sky and the dragon in the sea!
Ye Chen can also go to the moon and go to the sea to capture the dragon!
On the contrary, he admired Li Erguo's temperament. This kid is a typical representative of the new century otaku, with a wide heart and a fat body.
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It looks like around 1 in the afternoon.
The bus finally reached its destination-Jinling Art Museum.
The art museum is located at the foot of Zhongshan, and you can see the flower and bird markets and natural parks along the way. It also allows people on the car to see the beauty and cultural atmosphere of Jinling, an ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, which is not comparable to Tiannan.
The car was eventually parked in an open-air field outside the art museum. After the group got out of the car, they saw people with various star-colors beside them, carrying the old and the young.
"Everyone, it looks like there is less than an hour before the game, and I know everyone is hungry along the way."
Cang Shuxue looked at the time, and then said to everyone: "Let ’s go eat something first, then stop by the way, gather here at 1:50, but first said that we ca n’t go far. Otherwise, it may be too late to participate, and you must pay attention to safety. "
Before she finished speaking, most parents walked towards the nearby commercial street with their children, their faces full of excitement.
"Fat man is hungry!"
The fat man looked at Li Yongmin eagerly.
Li Yongmin's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but help his forehead: "You've been eating all the way, haven't you been full?"
"Dad, I'm hungry too!"
Mengmeng looked around for a while, and then looked at Ye Chen looking forward to holding Ye Chen's thigh. Although Qian Qian beside her didn't speak, she looked hungry after seeing the sluggish appearance.
Ye Chen touched the heads of the two little guys, and then looked at Li Yongmin aside: "Brother Li, would you like to find somewhere to eat?"
Along the way, I talked to Li Yongmin and his son.
"Okay!"
Li Yongmin smiled and smiled at Cang Shuxue, "Teacher Cang, let's all together? You were talking to us all the way, and you didn't eat much."
"Okay, thank you!"
Cang Shuxue smiled slightly.
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Several people walked to the nearby commercial street, looked for a fairly upscale restaurant and sat down to order something.
The little fat man called the waiter as soon as he sat down, and he waved his hand very proudly: "Uncle Ye, Teacher Cang, my dad treats me today. Do n’t save money for him, please. He is the contractor. Earn a lot of money. "
Li Yongmin was dark-faced and did not speak.
How can I pit myself in front of outsiders, am I still not yours? Did n’t you drink Erguotou and beat you a few times before?
"Give me a duck blood fan, thank you!"
Cang Shuxue smiled and called a copy.
Mengmeng ordered a dozen edible things in one breath: "Dad, people want to eat soup pots, Zhou Heiya, and this, and that ..."
He heard that Li Yongmin's face grew darker.
When it was Qian Qian's turn, the little guy seemed to be somewhat restrained, and followed Cang Shuxue to order a duck blood fan.
"It's okay, just order whatever you want. I paid for it today." Ye Chen saw her restraint and handed the menu back to her again.
He said this, Li Yongmin was a bit embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Brother Ye, let me pay the bill. This bunny is right. The brother contracted the construction site and made some money these years."
"Uncle, how much money did you make?" Mengmeng asked curiously.
The fat man blurted out subconsciously: "It's not much, it's more than ten or two billion, but my dad is too deductive. He likes to wear clothes to spread the floor, and he only smokes a few yuan a pack of Yunyan ..."
"You eat yours!"
Li Yongmin coughed again and again.
While talking, there was a rapid braking sound downstairs, and then a lot of screams were heard.
Everyone looked up.
I saw a Hummer on the street outside. He ran into the street very aggressively. Finally, he drove into a supermarket and smashed the glass door. Numerous people stood outside watching and pointing.
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