Chapter 400: The Pen of God

Chapter 400
Hearing that Ye Tianlong wanted to wait on him, the audience couldn't help but look at Ye Tianlong like an idiot.
At this moment, everyone believed that Ye Tianlong was making trouble. Otherwise, how could he not point out the flaws in "The Independence of Fallen Flowers", instead he repainted a painting without knowing the height of the sky.
Don't say the difference between true and false, even if Ye Tianlong really knows how to paint, it is impossible to have such great accomplishments, and then paint a picture of "Luo Hua Ren Independence".
"Young man, you are so wicked, I thought you were a bit too weak, so you were just a mouthful."
"Draw another picture? Can you draw the charm of Master Xu? Do you know what Luohuaren is independent?"
"Young man, go quickly, or someone will break your leg later."
Everyone around was talking again and again, accusing Ye Tianlong of being too and shameless. If you see it and you stand up again, you should point it out.
Rather than being so messy, cute and entertaining, he couldn't help but despise Ye Tianlong a little, and some didn't believe him.
The three daughters of Hua Ruyu wanted to refute a few words, but Ye Tianlong waved her hand to stop speaking.
Guo Sisi was so angry that his blood pressure rose, pointing at Ye Tianlong and cursing unceremoniously: "Get out of here!"
She couldn't wait to take a knife and slash Ye Tianlong. If this kid hadn't come out to make trouble, several buyers had been preparing to bid, at least 100 million.
Luck was almost able to sell for 200 million. If I was lucky, I could pay back the crow's money in one lump sum. Who knows, I was disturbed by the Ye Tianlong.
Looking at the appearance of those buyers, even if Ye Tianlong was driven away, they would still have thorns in their hearts, and the bids were bound to be kept, at least tens of millions less.
Ye Tianlong completely ignored the chaos at the scene, but shouted again: "Why isn't the pen and ink coming yet?"
He frowned slightly, "Are you worried that I might smash your fake picture when I draw it?"
"you you you--"
Gao Fushuai and the others are almost speechless when pointing at Ye Tianlong this time. This kid is not only rude and shameless, but also has a thick skin that is comparable to a city wall.
They flushed with anger, as if they were about to fight: "Ye Tianlong, we are fighting with you."
Everyone at the scene also felt that Ye Tianlong was a bit overwhelmed: "Young man, you will lose your life like this."
"You have been deceived, and I'm afraid it will be you who will lose your life."
Ye Tianlong lightly joked: "Think about it, buy a fake for 70 million yuan, and it's strange to vomit blood if you are not angry.
As soon as these words came out, several old folks of antiques frowned. Although Ye Tianlong felt that Ye Tianlong was not trustworthy, he was afraid of it just in case.
To waste a little time and energy for Ye Tianlong to paint is a thousand times better than buying a fake. After thinking about it for a while, they let someone bring paper and pen.
Guo Sisi wanted to say something, but was stopped by a white-bearded old man: "Miss Guo, it's okay. Real gold is not afraid of fire."
"Your painting is true. No matter how slander the joker is, its value will not be lost. Conversely, if you don't let him paint a picture, rumors will abound."
"Those who are willing will say that you have a guilty conscience, but it is not conducive to its auction."
Guo Sisi glanced at each other and nodded subconsciously: "Old Niu is right."
"Young man, here comes the pen and ink."
At this time, the old man with glasses put on his majesty and pointed his finger at Ye Tianlong: "You'd better draw a picture, otherwise you will be thrown out of the antique street directly."
"Not only Dong Laishun and Miss Guo, all merchants and players will refuse your visit."
His words are very sharp: "I can guarantee that you will never step into the antique street again, and your photos will also appear on the street blacklist."
The white-bearded old man also nodded: "Yes, this is my attitude."
The old man with white beard and glasses is a master of antiques, with a net worth of billions, and his shops all over the country. He is known as the second old man in antiques and is very famous.
Their words are naturally echoed by the spectators around.
Guo Sisi stared at Ye Tianlong sharply: "More than throwing it out? If you don't compensate for 500,000 mental damage, I will break one of his legs."
Jia Renyi's thoughts were similar, but when he thought of Ye Tianlong's evil sect, he trembled again, what if it was a fake? This is 70 million.
He shook his head desperately, unwilling to keep his thoughts...
Facing the turbulent scene, Ye Tianlong smiled noncommittal, and then stepped forward to the long table.
He took off his coat and rolled up his clothes, then picked out a few brushes and rice paper, and started to polish ink and paint.
"Swish swish!"
Ye Tianlong didn't even look at the independence of the flower falling in Guo Sisi's hands, as if he had an answer long ago.
"After the dream, the stairs are high and the curtains are hanging down."
At this time, the stroke of the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the ink is splashed on the rice paper attentively.
Just a few simple outlines can paint the outline of a woman.
Very vivid.
Connoisseurs know if there is any as soon as they take a shot. Many people present are masters of Antique Street, among them there are more than a dozen lovers of calligraphy and painting, and they exclaimed after a glance.
Although he didn't dare to make a loud noise, he still gave a thumbs up, which also attracted more good people to look forward to Ye Tianlong's painting.
The antique second old man was also surprised, and he clearly saw Ye Tianlong's extraordinary skills.
"Last year, when the hatred of spring came, the Luohua people were independent, and the Swifts flew together."
Ye Tianlong ignored everyone's reaction. After Long Feifengwu finished writing one brush, he immediately picked up the second one and continued to paint without stopping.
When the people who probed their brains saw Ye Tianlong's flowing water, their eyes became more curious and expectant, and they all held their breath and looked at the painting in front of them.
Guo Sisi couldn't help but trembled, worried that Ye Tianlong would create another miracle just like before, which she couldn't accept.
Jia Renyi glanced at the picture scroll and at Ye Tianlong's paintings, hoping to find some differences, but unfortunately he was disappointed.
The lines, ink and form are exactly the same.
"Remember that Xiao Ping first saw it, the two-centered word Luo Yi."
Ye Tianlong was reciting ancient poems while swiping his pen to paint. Soon, on the rice paper, there was a beautiful young woman in ancient costume.
Long Wei standing alone, hands lightly put his hands in front of his waist, a ball fan pinched in his hand, hung weakly, looking sadly into the distance.
On the wet ground, there were a few pink falling flowers, and the background was lightly rendered with a large brush, trying to spread out the blur of spring.
On the left side of the screen, the two swallows flying lightly, showing the young woman's sadness and longing feelings.
"Acacia is said on the strings of the pipa, when the moon was there, Zeng Zhao Caiyun returned."
When Ye Tianlong said the last word, the last stroke fell in his hand.
At this time, the breeze was blowing over, the drawing paper shook slightly, and the young woman and petals also seemed to move, and the light mapping was very beautiful.
The petals are flying, the young woman is independent and very artistic.