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Imperial Capital Museum.

As the only special museum in the country, you can see all kinds of rare and peerless exhibits everywhere.

As soon as Li Yanzhi finished lunch, he walked around to the solemn exhibition hall, and did not slow down until he stopped in the calligraphy and painting area.

This is also the most scarce area of the collection in the entire pavilion.

The main thing is that the circulation, preservation, and even exhibition of calligraphy and paintings require extremely harsh conditions.

Plus there are certain requirements for entering Tibet... So the huge area is almost half vacated.

"If Master Wuzhong contributed a few ink treasures, the calligraphy and painting area would really exist in name only!" Li Yanzhi shook his head and sighed in his heart.

Almost no one comes to visit the calligraphy and painting area, and he has been the curator for more than ten years and has an unshirkable responsibility.

"The curator... This time, the art association heard that you want to enter a piece of their work, and they are all sharpening their fists.

"Many of them haven't painted for a long time, maybe it can slightly improve the sparse tourist situation in the calligraphy and painting area."

A researcher saw Li Yanzhi's melancholy and said with relief.

The word is okay, it is this painting, the short board of the short board.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice... Rao is the curator, and it doesn't help if he has the ability to reach the sky.

"I hope so." Li Yanzhi pursed his lips, and was about to turn around and leave, when the researcher behind him suddenly exclaimed:

"The top of Lushan Mountain, the hall has reappeared!"

"Zhongshi is interested in his old man again?" Li Yanzhi asked happily when he heard this.

Zhongshi Kai is in the hall of books, and he is playing in Lushan, and if another work is born, he will go to be coquettish anyway.

Ask his old man to add a few more ink treasures to the painting and calligraphy area.

"It's not..." the researcher stared at his phone and swallowed, shaking his head in shock.

"Who is that?" Li Yanzhi was surprised.

He had just seen the incredible in the other party's eyes... Saw the unbelievable... See even a hint of panic?

"Riku!"

"He has stepped into the hall level?" Li Yanzhi was extremely surprised.

He knew Lu Li's words and poems, and if it weren't for the fact that the book of "Wangyue" was left in Mount Tai, he would have wanted to fight for it.

"See for yourself." The researcher smiled wryly and handed the phone over.

This is so bizarre that you can believe it?

"Landscape ink painting... Temple-level ??? The

figure of the young man depicting Qingshan in the picture appeared in front of him, and Li Yanzhi shouted in a lost voice.

He slapped himself again, and the clear pain told him that it was not a dream, it was all real!

"Docking with the Chinese media staff present and maintaining positioning contact."

"Notify the Guardian of the Nearby Action Group... Please transfer the helicopter again and follow me into the warehouse! After

a few loud shouts, the researchers standing around and the staff of the exhibition hall quickly scattered and ran to implement the order.

This curator has always been fierce.

Nowadays, I have found temple-level landscape paintings that only exist in legends.

This kind of performance seems too normal to them.

Not to mention... They are also a little more excited than the curator!

......

Unknown town.

The old man was dressed in a birthday robe, sitting in the ancestral hall struggling to outline a paintbrush, and next to him was a dark coffin.

Behind him were kneeling juniors of different ages, all of them with sad faces and silent tears.

This strange picture made passers-by unconsciously speed up their pace a little.

"Grandpa Zu, you rest, give you a candy."

A young child suddenly spoke, breaking the silence of the ancestral hall.

"I can't rest now... When grandpa Zu finishes painting this painting, you can sleep well. The

old man cared innocently about the child and smiled back.

After speaking, he turned his head and immersed himself in the painting under his hand, and a whisper came out of his mouth.

"A lifetime of hard work... In the end, it was perfect... Brother Zhongru practiced his words casually... But relaxed!

"Could it be... Am I going to stop here when I wait for the road to be drawn? Discouraged

, the old man's brush in his hand became more and more difficult.

The confused eyes seemed to see the picture of sitting on his grandfather's shoulder when he was a child.

"Xiao Wu Jing... Do you know why grandpa named you Wu Jing? "

I don't know."

"Wu Jing... No view... Grandpa wants you to have no scenery in your eyes, and even more no scenery in your heart, since you start, the younger generations in the family cannot learn to draw!

"I don't, I like to draw!" Xiao Wu Jing pouted stubbornly.

"There is no temple for painting, there is no way forward... It will hurt you.

"I want to be a palace-level painter in the future!"

The

old man's wandering gaze gradually solidified, and he looked at the tablet of his grandfather above his head, and his heart was sad.

Are you so desperate that you didn't let me learn to draw?

"Grandpa Zu, take a break... Accompany me to see big brother. The child took the mobile phone and ran to Wu Jing's arms.

Only he doesn't know anything, and he dares to dare to speak in the ancestral hall like this because the old man prefers, and he won't be blamed.

"Tell Grandpa Zu... Do you want to learn to draw in the future? The old man lovingly stroked the forehead of the child in his arms and murmured.

"Think, I want to be able to draw mountains like my big brother."

"Grandpa Zu doesn't want you to learn..."

the old man said, his voice stopping abruptly.

Shocked, he looked at the figure of the teenager on the top of Lushan Mountain in the child's mobile phone.

The green mountains and blue water written by the other party are lifelike, and the strokes are natural, and the artistic conception is far-reaching!

Seeing this, Wu Jing's excited body trembled... The wrinkled face gradually filled with tears.

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa Zu!"

Seeing this, the descendants of the juniors who were kneeling behind hurriedly gathered around and shouted with great sadness.

"Hahaha... Who has no temple in words! Wu Jing laughed and cried and laughed, and the old man's voice spread throughout the ancestral hall.

"Where is Brother Zhongru?"

He pushed away the junior and asked with fiery eyes.

In the video, Zhongru is one of the few figures he knows.

As long as you find Brother Zhongru... Just know who the boy is!

"Master Zhong is in Lushan!" A young junior hurriedly replied.

"Lushan... I'm going to Lushan..." When

Wu Jing heard this, he immediately stumbled up and walked out.

"Your body can't afford to toss it... Grandpa Zu!

"I'll go and ask for a middle master for you!"

The descendants of the family hurriedly dissuaded, and the ancestor personally said that the limit was coming, and the birthday clothes were already dressed.

They agreed to paint only to fulfill their last long-cherished wish.

Now that the other party is suddenly leaving, how can they be at ease if they are killed on the road?

"Prepare for the trip!"

Wu Jing waved his hand, and his tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Go contact the helicopter."

An old man with gray hair gritted his teeth and said, instead of letting his father regret go, it is better to let him have fun!

"Help me into the coffin, if the old man dies halfway and dies in Qingshan, he will be buried in Qingshan, and if he dies in the lake, he will be buried in the lake!"