"The surname is Sun!"

"My junior Tianjiao, what qualifications do you have to teach a lesson!"

"Look straight at me, cub!"

Mu Yongzhi thought of the key to the matter, and suddenly burst out angry, which startled everyone.

Mu Yongzhi... When was it so courageous?

Sun Wan's eyes were full of disbelief, and others just came forward.

He and Mu Yongzhi have had decades of friendship.

Will it even end?

"You have a lot of people, you bully me and so on... That's all there is to it! The

honorary president of the Art Association said with an ugly face.

Completely forgetting that they had just bullied Lu Li.

"Really double standard..." Lu

Li smacked his lips, gently walked out from the rear protection, and looked at the Art Association and the others with burning eyes.

"I said you didn't deserve it... You're not happy yet. "

There was a pause.

He set his gaze on Sun Wan again.

"Your art association's famous story is quite cheap."

"You..." "

Don't interrupt me in a hurry, our literary poetry is either the ultimate in painting, or it is the pinnacle of freehand."

Sun Wan just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Lu Li reaching out his hand.

"What about painting? Dare to threaten to pass on the world at the peak of perfection? People's calligraphy, everyone at least the hall level dares to open this mouth. "

Are you thick-skinned?" If I really write a poem, you ask yourself... With my inscription on it! A

few words fluttered lightly like a loud slap on the face of everyone in the art association.

"There is no temple for thousands of years, and perfection is the pinnacle of the world, this is a recognized fact for thousands of years!"

Someone from the Art Association said that knowledge that is not cold knowledge.

Temple-level danqing ink only exists in legends thousands of years ago.

No one has even seen it.

Therefore, it is natural to default that the perfection level is the peak of the world... Like Sun Wan, a painting master who has stepped into the perfection level for many years.

Naturally, it is said that the peak is the pinnacle!

"Huh... The well frog can't speak of the sea..." Lu Li shook his head.

This ridicule made many old men of the art association explode.

"Poetry gives me the number one person! But Danqing ink you also deserve to point at us here? Many

people in the art association pointed at each other with their bodies trembling with anger.

"Lu Li is indeed a little excessive, I just learned to draw... Senior Sun Wan is right.

"It's much more difficult to practice writing than painting, so there are still one or two in the world of palace-level calligraphy... Can be hall-level Danqing, extinct for thousands of years! "

Depowdered, depowdered."

"You guys are the same as Sun Wan's old turtle, you only saw Lu Li's ridicule now, didn't you see that he was angry just now?"

Many students in the live broadcast room of Chinese media love to draw students and teachers, and they are unhappy with Lu Li's "map cannon".

In addition, people always sympathize with the weak, and the identity of the bullied art association is reversed.

They are now "weak", which naturally makes people sympathetic.

Lu Li snorted coldly when he heard this.

"I just thanked all the seniors for speaking up and respecting the seniors."

He took two bottles of wine from the middle of the boulder at leisure, and then poured the wine glasses one by one for the seniors standing in front of him, and bowed and toasted.

"Don't say that the wine poured by this kid is still delicious."

"Done!"

"Young man drink more, let's have three cups for you!"

The old men in the literary world immediately changed into smiling faces and became pleasant.

After a few drinks, the tense atmosphere on the field instantly dissipated.

"Let's not get in the way of other people's literary events here... Let's go.

"Hmph, please I won't come in the future!"

"In the literary and artistic circles, old and dead will not interact with each other in the future!"

Unlike the literary world, the art association is as heavy as water, and Sun Wan leads everyone to walk down the mountain.

Lu Li's familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Grandpa Feng... Drawing paper is available! "

Everyone seemed to have misheard, what he wanted was... Paper?

"Teacher Lu, I have paper here, I would like to give it to you!"

A swarthy middle-aged man in the crowd couldn't help but run out and remove the thick paper tube from his back.

"Handmade rice paper!" Xu Wan exclaimed with a slight glance.

This paper requires a tedious production process, and since the death of the last craftsman ten years ago, the technique has been completely lost.

How does this middle-aged man have it, it's still such a big one.

"Teacher Lu, I know that you like to write poetry and writing, so I specially exchanged this rice paper... To you! The

swarthy man shoved the paper tube to Riku.

"Are you looking for me!" Lu Li looked at the swarthy man who did not take the paper tube, but asked first.

"Everyone wants to invite Teacher Lu to play with us, right next door, not far away."

The swarthy man said embarrassedly, so they replaced the ancestral bottle with ancestral rice paper.

It is to throw yourself into the land and sincerely invite.

"This piece of paper is worth a lot, you guys think clearly!" Lu Li asked again in a deep voice.

He needs this piece of paper, otherwise he will not receive anything, it is too valuable, at least worth tens of millions.

"Think clearly, you can just wipe your ass." The dark man's voice was firm and did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Okay, you follow behind Wu Bureau, I will find you after everything, and I will definitely exchange it with you for something equivalent."

Lu Li nodded solemnly.

Slowly spread the drawing paper in your hand on the natural stone lawn.

"It turned out to be a complete one, more than ten meters long!" Seeing this, everyone in the art association was a little unable to walk.

They love paper as much as drunkards touch wine.

"That big black man, will you sell this piece of paper to me? I'll give you my painting in exchange! Sun Wan quickly looked at the swarthy man.

"Don't sell, don't exchange!" The man shook his head.

"Do you know who I am and how much my paintings are worth?"

"Know, don't sell, don't exchange!"

The swarthy man still shook his head, which made the bigwigs in the literary world a little surprised.

Look at this person's attire and don't look like a rich man... How can you resist the temptation of tens of millions.

"Lu Li, if you are willing to exchange this painting for me and so on, we can treat you without blame for the past, and nothing happened!"

Sun Wanwan gritted his teeth again and asked Lu Li unwillingly.

"Climb! This kind of extinct good paper, you guys draw a stroke on it is a waste! Lu Li took a sip of wine and didn't turn his head back.

And you don't want to blame ... Have you asked my opinion?

"Unreasonable!" The chest of the art association is heaving, but now there is a request for people, and it is not good to turn his face directly.

"Shuxuan girl, help me sharpen the ink!" Lu Li ignored it and found Shuxuan's figure next to Elder Zhong.

Then the mind is distracted and manipulates the system.

"Using talent ... Humanistic Saint... Skill up... Ink landscape painting! "

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