Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 210 Paintings

"This guy turned out to be the chairman of Qingmu Group?

From this point of view, it is better not to offend, otherwise, it is likely to affect the cooperation between Tianhao Plaza and Qingmu Group.

The counters that were agreed before may be cancelled! "

Standing in the crowd, Zhao Fengrui looked at Yang Mu's "graffiti", and he had made up his mind that even if the other party's painting was bad, he would never make a mockery of himself.

After all, his Tianhao Plaza has to cooperate with Qingmu Group.

In fact, he is also a layman in painting and calligraphy, and he came to such a place as arty, but because he regarded it as an opportunity to expand his network.

He was not interested in painting at all.

When his eyes fell on the paper in front of Yang Mu, all his attention was drawn to the phoenix that was covered in flames.

In an instant, his hair stood on end, and an unspeakable shock emerged in his heart!

I saw that on the ancient plane tree, the phoenix, which interprets arrogance and luxury to the extreme, spreads its gorgeous wings, and every feather on its body seems to be burning, bursting with strong vitality.

Around the sycamore tree are birds with different postures.

Like the stars holding the moon, they surround the phoenix.

They all have a sense of smart beauty, but they all become the foil of the phoenix.

The luxurious and arrogant phoenix spreads its wings and wants to fly, as if to rush out of the painting. It is obviously a monotonous brush and ink color, but Zhao Fengrui feels it is gorgeous to the extreme.

He even seemed to hear the sound of the phoenix squeaking from the neck, but only felt that the gorgeous phoenix was undergoing a great nirvana. It was majestic and poignant.

Let the hearts of the viewers also have the courage to face all difficulties and dangers!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhao Fengrui's face flushed with excitement, and he kept repeating the word "good" in his mouth.

He couldn't say what was good, but he didn't need to say it, because it was an inner shock that was really difficult to express in words.

"I know nothing about painting and calligraphy, but this painting still gives me a huge shock! Everything in the painting seems to come alive, how can it be so magical?"

Zhao Fengrui was shocked.

Just now, everyone praised Jiang Qingsong's "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Picture", even if you don't look at him, you can also echo a few words, but it is purely for picking up people's teeth, and you don't know how good that painting is.

But in this painting by Yang Mu, even if he has no professional vision, he can feel the beauty of this painting in an instant!

In Zhao Fengrui's mind, what Yang Mu just said sounded.

"Real good paintings do not need any professional appreciation at all. Even ordinary people can appreciate the beauty of paintings and indulge in them!"

Previously, Zhao Fengrui, like everyone else, thought that Yang Mu was just farting, but now he is convinced.

"Compared with this painting, the "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" is indeed rubbish! If I dare not understand it, it's not that I can't understand it, it's the painting that can't.

hum! In the future, if anyone dares to say that Lao Tzu has no appreciation of eyes, Lao Tzu will have to spray him to death. It is not that Lao Tzu has no appreciation of eyes, but your paintings are simply garbage, so I can't see the good. "

Thinking of this, Zhao Fengrui felt an unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.

Looking at the others, I found that they were all without exception at the moment, all staring at the painting in front of them dumbfounded.

Jiang Qingsong's eyes protruded from the sockets of his eyes, and he could not wait to stick his eyes to this painting.

Zhou Hanwen's face turned pale, full of disbelief.

"this painting……"

Shang Qingdai's beautiful face was full of disbelief, she came back to her senses and looked at Yang Mu, she didn't know what to say for a while.

At this moment, Yang Mu frowned and muttered, "As expected, I need to practice a few more times. The effect of drawing is worse than expected."

With that said, he made a gesture to tear off the painting in front of him and paint it again.

"stop!"

Almost at the same time, Jiang Qingsong, Shang Qingdai, and several others exclaimed at the same time.

Yang Mu was startled and said speechlessly: "What are you making a fuss about, you startled me." Shang Qingdai hurriedly stood in front of him and said anxiously, "I want to ask you, what are you doing?"

"Tear off, repaint!"

Yang Mu said of course.

"No! You can't tear it up! If you dare to tear up this painting, I... I'll tear you up."

Shang Qingdai made a vicious appearance, but it was not scary at all, but she looked cute.

"..." Yang Mu was speechless, I didn't feel very satisfied. I wanted to tear it up and repaint it, but it wouldn't work?

Bang!

Jiang Qingsong suddenly turned around, walked in front of "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix", took down the painting, and then tore it to shreds in the eyes of everyone's astonishment!

"Master Jiang, what are you doing?

This "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"—"

When everyone saw this, they were startled, and someone hurriedly stopped it.

Jiang Qingsong was ashamed and interrupted the other party's words: "Don't say it, don't say it! My face is so dry now! In front of this master, I am a master of farts, and others are the real ones. Grandmaster.

People are right, my painting is rubbish, but it is "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix"! Compared with other people's phoenix, I am just a gorgeous pheasant! "

He tore the painting to pieces despite everyone's obstruction, looked at Yang Mu, and said with a face full of reverence:

"I didn't expect that Jiang would actually be able to witness the birth of a world-shattering work at the level of painting! It is truly a blessing for three lifetimes.

If this little brother—no, if this master is willing to give up his love, Jiang would like to buy this painting, I wonder if it is okay? "

Picture level!

When everyone heard the words, they showed a sudden color.

No wonder when looking at this painting, there is always a feeling that everything in the painting leaps to life on the paper.

It's a painting level!

The so-called painting level is to make the person watching the painting feel immersed in the scene.

It's easy to say, but in this world, no more than one palm can draw works of this level.

Those people are all Taishan Beidou in the painting and calligraphy world!

And the so-called being able to draw only means that when inspiration breaks out, being able to draw such a world-shattering work occasionally, but not whenever you want to draw, you can draw it.

In a lifetime, often at the peak period, you can draw so many pictures!

Although Jiang Qingsong was complimented as a master, in fact, he was far from that realm.

After the others reacted, their eyes became frenzied, and they all looked at Yang Mu, asking him if he could give up his love, and if he wanted to buy it, let him just ask for the price.

Before Yang Mu could answer, Shang Qingdai became anxious and stared, "Don't sell it! He gave it to me, no one is allowed to rob it!"

Naturally, Yang Mu didn't plan to sell it. This painting was originally intended to be given to Shang Qingdai. Since the other party was already satisfied, he didn't plan to paint it again.

At Shang Qingdai's request, he nominated the painting and wrote the three words "Yang Mu Tian".

Shang Qingdai looked satisfied, as if she was afraid of being robbed, and quickly put away the painting.

Looking at everything in front of him, Zhou Hanwen had a constipated expression, but felt unspeakably uncomfortable, as if he had hit his foot with a stone.

Just when he was about to leave in despair, Yang Mu looked at him:

"An amateur like me has the cheek to draw a picture, since you are a professional, then, is it time for you to perform?

I'm looking forward to what you can draw! "

People do not offend me, I do not offend others, if people offend me, they will pay back a hundredfold!

This is Yang Mu's code of conduct.

This guy Zhou Hanwen is deliberately looking for trouble, and now he wants to pat his butt and leave, how can such a good thing be?

Seeing everyone's eyes, they fell on him instantly, especially those TV station staff, who were still shooting!

Zhou Hanwen's face turned green!