Library of Heaven
the chp 49

"What did his master leave behind?"

The yellow language on one side was also crazy, and it almost fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

In the past, Master Lu Shen had also given them an appreciation of paintings, taking the opportunity to test, but ... never took out their own paintings!

How this time ...

The key is to get your own painting out. If the person in front of you says some nice words, praise it, maybe the master is happy, it will pass, but .... What do you say - shit, what?

Is this what people say?

Said master Lu Shen's painting, anything, what item ...

The yellow language has the urge to spit out blood.

Didn't you say that it wouldn't make me difficult? This ... what happened?

If you find out, Zhang Suhang said that he is a folk teacher, it is impossible to humiliate him ... I will definitely vomit blood!

Do you want to embarrass me?

You obviously know that I will die ...

He has some regrets about bringing this guy here!

Master Lu Shen liked young people who were humble and wanted to learn. They never discriminated against the nobles and liked someone who came and learned from them.

This man looks polite and very measured. He thought it was a humble and passionate man. Taking him there could make the master happy, and he could find the head and take the opportunity to settle his own affairs. As a result, he did not expect. Unreliable

Huang Yu felt her intestines were extremely regretful.

I know this, I just rejected it. Why did he take her and ask for trouble ...

It will go crazy here, and Baixun beside him will laugh out loud.

I'm not afraid of a God-like opponent, I'm afraid of a team-mate like a pig.

This fellow actually said that Lu Shen's work was "what kind of thing", don't think about it, and definitely offend his master completely. Even if he did not shoot, his master would definitely teach this foolish brat to eat!

"This is what you said to study five rich cars, only eight high fights? Qin's chess paintings are all proficient?"

Smiling softly, look at the yellow language, Bai Xun is full of faces.

Just now that the yellow language was just boasting of the other party, the other party said this, have you ever seen a fight of five rich cars and eight?

"Don't talk!"

The tension between the housekeeper and the housekeeper, the yellow language madness, and Baixun's victory, master Lu Shen was not angry because of the other party's words, interrupting everyone's arguments, not even the most, and looked indifferent: "This man's sister said this, Is there a problem with the job? "

"I don't know if this is his master's job. Please forgive me for the steepness!" Zhang suspended his shocked gaze and quickly squatted down.

The Tiandao Library produced the books and noticed the flaws of this painting. It also marks the author. He naturally knew that this was the work of Lu Shen, who deliberately pretended not to know!

“No problem, this is just a painting, let you appreciate, just talk about good and bad, not to mention who painted!” Master Lu Shen waved.

"The master said that I was relieved!" Zhang Hang smiled and looked at the picture in front of him, gently rubbing: "If you just say this picture, even the master paints ... You can only use these eight words. Comments! It's just bullshit, nothing! "

The yellow language and housemaids once again were out of focus.

I knew that this was a painting made by master, I also said, Son, are you crazy?

"But ..."

Zhang was hanged silently.

"But what?"

"This painting is really not very good. Just find a street artisan to draw, and what to say, everything is raised! But if you could see things deeply, you would definitely be surprised." It's hard to believe that this is true! "

Hangdao Zhang.

"The things are deep? What do you think?" Master Lu Shen smiled.

“Good!” Bo City looked at Master Lu Shen and saw that he was not against it. Then he turned around and left, not for long, and handed over the dagger.

"I'll be ugly!"

Holding the dagger, Zhang Hang directly came to the painting and stabbed into the past.

“What do you do?” Seeing his footsteps, Bai Xun took a step forward: “The painting of his master, each of which is worthless, is a priceless, broken treasure, can you buy it?”

Huang Yu also saw that doubt.

When you look at the painting, you can see the painting. What do you do with a knife?

Despite Bai Xun's oath, Zhang Sued used a dagger to cut the complete picture.

Burst of "Zi Zai!" It was heard, part of the image was cut off, torn gently, the image on the top fell off, and the room was usually flanked, this image was a layer of rice paper, and the bottom was sheepskin.

Oho!

The rice paper was torn, revealing something on the sheepskin. There is also a painting on it. It was very similar to the rice paper before, but full of charm, revealing agility, as if it were rocks, trees, huts, children, at any time. Will be drilled out from the inside.

"If I'm not mistaken, the painting on the rice paper is just a fake. The actual painting has been printed on sheepskin through rice paper. This is the true meaning of the master painting!" Revealing the rice paper, Zhang Hangxiao .

"This ..."

Apart from Huang Yu, Guan Jia or Bai Xun, they all widened their eyes and could not believe it.

Forced through rice paper, painting on sheepskin, but also to keep the picture on paper clear, can not see the slightest error ... It's too strong!

The key is that both paintings are smooth, there are no gaps ... How do you see it?

“Ya, nice!” Seeing the teenager easily see the mystery of his painting, Master Lu Shen shone brightly and looked at the teenager. His eyes were full of praise.

At the same time, my heart was full of surprises.

This was the power of paper, the ability to paint on sheepskin, but it was also newly realized, and had never been displayed in front of an outsider, this young man would see it, this vision was too strong!

"What about this painting?"

Master Lu Shen turned his head again to point to a picture hanging on the wall.

This was an image of a ferocious beast, with a huge ferocious beast on top of it, like a tiger descending a mountain, filled with momentum and giving people a powerful shock. If you look at this picture, you will be scared to the ground and not dare to speak.

Zhang hung forward, gently stroked it, and then smiled: "This painting is good, but it has no temperament. If I suppose it's good, this beast, the author of the painting, has never seen it! This painting is cut! "

"This ..."

Master Lu Shen was shocked and his eyes were round.

The others did not know, but he knew what the other party meant.

Because this painting is also his work.

The beast in the picture is called "Chixiong". It is a rare life. The legend has no end. No weapon can be tampered with and the defense is invincible.

He's never seen this thing. As others have said, he can draw this picture, which is a collection of many books and thoughts in his mind.

This painting is one of his proudest works. Therefore, it hangs in the middle of the living room. Many calligraphers and painting experts had finished watching it. They are full of praise and feel that their paintings are full of charm and grandeur. How could this teenager in the mouth, but lack temperament?

Since the other party was able to see the specific situation of the previous painting, his vision could not be doubted. At this moment, I can catch a glimpse that I have never seen Chixiong. This is inevitable!

"Where is the lack of temperament, can you tell me in detail?"

Thinking of this, Master Lu Shen no longer had his previous high condition, and hurriedly asked.

"Aah?"

Seeing that they had been judging them the entire time, let them scratch their heads, and there was no way for the emperor to humbly ask a teenager, and Huang and Baixun faced each other and were dizzy.

Especially in yellow, the show was constantly breaking apart, and the shock in the heart was like reversing a river.

This person ... how?