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"Or forget it..."

someone from the art association said with an unnatural expression.

Temple-level paintings have not appeared for thousands of years... And this map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him is the pinnacle of the temple.

Even if the poem is passed down, it will always affect the beauty.

"Riku ... Mr. Lu... Think twice. Another

honorary president of the Art Association walked out, and said in a humble and sincere tone, completely without the arrogance of before.

Lu Li's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this.

He dislikes this kind of moral kidnapping the most, which affects the mood.

"Let him ask!"

Before he could speak, a faint voice came from the distant mountain peak.

Followed by.

Peaks sounded in all directions.

"Let him question...

Let him question..." "Let him question... Let him ask..." They

were all tourists and passers-by watching the live broadcast, and when they saw Lu Li being pointed at again, they immediately supported from a distance.

Even everyone in the literary world looked at them coldly and looked bad.

But if they press two more words, they will be attacked by a group, and they can only retreat to the back.

Lu Li chose a position and slowly dropped his pen under the attention of everyone.

"Question..."

The mere word made people gasp.

The hall of books!

"Calligraphy and painting... Double temple! Everyone in the audience shook their heads bitterly.

Regardless of the age of nine, adults can be this kid's grandfather.

On poetry, calligraphy and painting... They can't catch up.

Lu Li wrote the dragon snake, and a few words fell quickly.

"A thousand miles of rivers and mountains!"

This poem was originally an improvised poem written by the previous life sage Su Shi on the wall of Xilin Temple... Title West Forest Wall.

Nowadays, the problem is more appropriate.

"Looking horizontally into peaks on the side of the ridge." Zheng Xuewen read softly, and the old man who could not be seen in the distance cast a grateful gaze.

"There are different levels and lows near and far."

The second sentence did not pause, and was immediately printed on the painting.

"The level is still ... Pass on the pen!

Elder Zhong couldn't help but look at Lu Li a little more.

Shouldn't the lower limit of this kid be the inheritance?

Writing poetry so many times... Although the level is high and low, it seems that it has not broken through the lower limit.

The founding "Drinking" ... Let Mount Tai become the "Wangyue" of the Five Mountains....

The ultimate painting of "Wanglushan Waterfall"... The words are full of "Butterfly Love Flowers, Spring Scene"....

Even the second-level "Dalinji Peach Blossom" has a million Gaia people and is the leader!

"Pleasing to the eye and immersive!"

Plain and straightforward, two sentences to write the scene... But the special landscape appearance of Lushan and the essence of refining words are all impressive.

"Look at the heavens... There is a coffin flying..." Li

Tian raised his head to pour wine, and suddenly lost his voice in frightened by the image in front of him.

Where is this popular heavenly burial?

Everyone heard and looked.

There are several helicopters looking for a landing spot on the mountain.

The most outrageous thing is... Is there a coffin hanging underneath?

"Elder Zhong... The curator and Wu Lao came.

The man in black was afraid of causing panic, and quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Xiao Yanzi and Wu Lao Ghost?"

Zhong Lao was surprised, but only a little surprised.

After thousands of years, the temple landscape painting has been reborn, and it is possible that anyone in this world will not come, but these two will definitely not come.

Boom!

Between conversations, helicopters with coffins hovered steadily.

An old man couldn't stop and crawled out of the coffin with the help of the man in black.

At the same time, Li Yanzhi was also like a special force, relying on the ladder to slide directly down and land on the mountain.

This scene made millions of people froze.

They came for the painting of the land god?

"Thanks to the large peak body chosen by Lu Xiaozi... If it was Xiufeng, the two of them would have to work hard to get down.

Zheng Xuewen couldn't help but say.

"Don't say Xiufeng, even magma they dare to jump, believe it?"

Zhong Lao pouted, he knew these two people too well.

A commitment to bringing cultural heritage into the collection... Make up for the missing culture.

A temple that pursues the ethereal of painting... I want to make a way for my juniors.

Both of them were as firm and pure as Xu Liang.

"Zhongshi."

"Brother Zhong."

The two got off the plane, came over to say hello to Zhonglao, and stared at the paintings of the young man in the field.

There are poems in the paintings, and they come to life!

"No regrets in this life, no regrets in this life!"

Wu Jing's body trembled, and even his steps stumbled.

"Old man Wu, be careful not to die."

Zhong Shi's eyes were drawn, and there was a faint sentimentality in his heart, he could already see that the old man in front of him was just hanging his breath.

At their age, they have already arrived, and they are nothing more than who comes first...

"It's worth it to be able to climb out of the coffin and see the temple with your own eyes!"

Wu Jing waved his hand, looking at life and death very calmly, signaling that there was no need to worry.

They carefully walked to the center and waited quietly.

Riku was not affected by the noise around him.

Still immersed in the beauty of the painting, immersed in the scenery in the poem....

Dip in ink again.

The tip of the pen flutters with the murmur in your mouth.

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am in this mountain."

Silence the pen.

Meanwhile.

A ray of sunlight pierces the clouds.

The ten-meter-long scroll and the boy were rendered gold.

The surprise in it....

The look of it....

One of the boys, the proud thing....

There is no match in it....

All of them were melted into this thousand-mile picture scroll with the tip of his pen....

"Hiss..." the

audience gasped.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, just because I am in this mountain!

The last two sentences are like a stroke of God, with lofty intentions and intriguing ideas.

"The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Lushan... It's just because I'm in the middle of Lushan..."

Sun Wan and everyone in the Art Association, even Mu Yongzhi, were ashamed... These two sentences were like slaps in the face.

The reason why the vision is short-sighted and the mountains in front of him are not clear.

Just because.

They always look at things and people one-sidedly and preconceived.

So standing next to the mountain, I don't know how high the mountain is!

"Poems become famous stories... The double hall of calligraphy and painting... If you can enter Tibet, you will be elected the first landscape painting in the ages!

Li Yanzhi's eyes were bloodshot and turned red.

As a museum director, he dabbled in poetry, calligraphy and painting.

I am well aware of the significance and impact of this painting on the entire history.

"The first in the ages..." Everyone

in the Art Association opened their mouths, unable to refute.

If this painting cannot be elected as the first landscape painting in the ages, it will not be normal.

"Who are the two seniors?" Lu Li came back to his senses and found that the eyes of the two closest people beside him were somewhat abnormal.

It's like... Brother Jie looked at Ah Wei and made him uncomfortable.

"Seniors can't afford it, it's enough to shout Brother Wu!"

"Mr. Lu just call me Xiao Li."