The Strongest Qi Refiner

At 6:30 in the afternoon, Fang Yu and Qin Yimo came to Yulinfang in the western part of Jiangnan.

This is one of the famous gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, where you can see very beautiful scenery and garden art.

"Today, Cai Gaoyang, a famous calligraphy master in Jiangnan, will hold his personal painting and calligraphy exhibition here, and many celebrities will be present." Qin Yimo said.

"Isn't it just a personal painting and calligraphy exhibition? What are so many people doing here?" Fang Yu wondered.

Qin Yimo rolled his eyes at Fang Yu and said, "You didn't even say Master Cai Gaoyang's name, did you?"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I have never heard of Cai Gaoyang, I only know Huang Daoran, the sage of calligraphy."

"The calligrapher Huang Daoran you mentioned is indeed very powerful, but after all he is a character from 2,000 years ago. And Master Cai Gaoyang is the contemporary calligrapher! Where is there anyone in China who doesn't know Master Cai Gaoyang now? His accomplishments in calligraphy It's so high that others can't touch it! If he takes any copybook to the auction house, he can sell for hundreds of millions of dollars..."

"Tonight, so many celebrities came to participate in this painting and calligraphy exhibition, mostly to get a calligraphy and painting. Even if it doesn't work, it would be great to meet Master Cai Gaoyang and chat a few words." Qin Yimo said, her beautiful eyes Full of admiration.

Fang Yu disagreed, and followed Qin Yimo into the Imperial Forest Square.

The scenery of Yulinfang is indeed not covered. After entering, there are many windows on both sides. If you look outside, you can see those beautifully trimmed potted plants, as well as lotus leaf lotus floating on the green lake.

The whole garden is filled with a fresh and natural smell, which is refreshing and cheerful.

"Master Cai Gaoyang is the only person who can open a solo exhibition in a place like Yulinfang." Qin Yimo said with admiration as he walked.

Soon, Fang Yu followed Qin Yimo into a place that looked like an exhibition hall.

Here, you can see many copybooks and paintings on the surrounding walls.

There are already many people in the exhibition hall, and there are many people standing in front of each copybook.

Fang Yu glanced at him casually, his eyes indifferent.

For him, the words on these copybooks can only be regarded as ordinary.

Of course, this general is also relatively speaking. Compared with ordinary people, Cai Gaoyang's words are naturally much stronger, but compared with Huang Daoran's words, it is far worse.

It is even more impossible for Cai Gaoyang to be as famous as Huang Daoran.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

Seeing the enthusiasm on the faces of these people in the exhibition hall and the words of praise in their mouths, Fang Yu couldn't help shaking his head.

Are people today so low in appreciation?

However, perhaps these people are not keen on art at all.

They are just following the trend.

Everyone says that Cai Gaoyang is very good at calligraphy, then he is really good.

They came to the book fair, not really for art, but to create an image of themselves that loves art, which may seem a little more noble.

If you can get Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy, or chat a few words with Cai Gaoyang, that's even better, it's a status symbol.

"Fang Yu, see it or not, this is the level of Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo led Fang Yu to a copybook and looked up at the copybook.

On the copybook is an ancient poem.

"Master Cai's calligraphy is really amazing. It is better to see it once you hear it. You look at the brushwork, flying dragons and phoenixes, and majestic. You really deserve to be a contemporary calligrapher..."

"I think the most powerful thing about Master Cai is that he can change a lot of styles. When you look at a copybook, you will appear to be agile and fluid, unrestrained and rigorous, which is truly unique..."

"The two of you said it very well. In my opinion, the most outstanding part of Master Cai's writing lies in the corners of his pen, which is really shocking..."

There are all kinds of admiration sounds around, but there is basically only one way of admiration, that is, the abuse of various idioms.

Fang Yu listened, and felt more and more funny, and couldn't help laughing.

A bald man next to him looked at Fang Yu and frowned, "This little brother, you seem to have a different opinion?"

"No." Fang Yu replied.

"Then what are you laughing at?" the bald man asked with a frown.

"I think Master Cai's handwriting is very good, really good." Fang Yu smiled.

Another middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Boy, how did you get in here? How can you laugh at this kind of situation? Also, the words to describe Master Cai are good, don't you just use very good, very good words? Such a word? I don't think you understand art at all!"

The bald man nodded and said, "Indeed, young people today are very impetuous, and they simply can't calm down to experience art. Alas, our thousands of years of splendid calligraphy heritage in China, I am afraid that the next generation will be much bleak... …”

Fang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to the two of them, and looked at Qin Yimo beside him.

Qin Yimo was raising his head at this moment, staring at a copybook above.

"Do you really love calligraphy?" Fang Yu asked.

Qin Yimo came back to his senses, glanced at Fang Yu, and said, "Of course, my dream when I was a child was to become a calligraphy master, and Master Cai was my target... Since elementary school, I practiced calligraphy twice a day. For more than an hour, this habit continued until I graduated from college... Unfortunately, I just don't have the talent, and the words I write have never had my own style."

"Oh, if only I could get a copybook from Master Cai today."

"Your family is so rich, why don't you spend money to buy one?" Fang Yu said.

"I want to buy it too, but now Master Cai no longer sells copybooks, and those collectors who have already obtained his copybooks are not short of money, and they can't buy them if they have money." Qin Yimo said regretfully.

"I have several original works of Huang Daoran at home. If you offer the right price, I will sell you one." Fang Yu said.

"Huang Daoran? Do you know the calligrapher Huang Daoran? Besides, there are only three paintings left by Huang Daoran's authentic works. Two are in the hands of foreign collectors, and one is in the hands of the big boss... Can you Can't we stop talking about these meaningless cows? I'm not one of those naive middle school girls, so I won't be fooled around by your words. " Qin Yimo said angrily.

Fang Yu did not speak.

At this time, another pair of men and women entered the exhibition hall.

The man in a suit and leather shoes looks less than 30 years old and has a beard. He looks a bit vicissitudes and handsome.

The woman was wearing a black evening dress with light makeup on her face, with a beautiful face and a good figure.

However, the expression on the woman's face was not very good, and she looked very unhappy.

As soon as she walked into the hall, the woman saw Fang Yu who was standing not far away talking to Qin Yimo.

Fang Yu?

A light flashed in the woman's eyes.

She suddenly thought of a way to get rid of the man!

So, with a look of joy on her face, she was about to step forward.

At this time, the man reached out and grabbed her.

"Xiao Ran, where do you want to go?" the man asked with a smile.

"Zhou Cheng! I said that I'm not that close to you! Don't call me Xiaoran!" Ding Ran glared at the man and said.

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If you want to attract the attention of so many people present, you can keep shouting like this."

Ding Ran's face changed slightly, he glanced at Fang Yu again, and said, "I met a friend, I want to go over and chat with him!"

"Go." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and let go of Ding Ran's hand.

Ding Ran quickly walked towards Fang Yu.

The expression on Zhou Cheng's face instantly subsided, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, and watched Ding Ran's every move with cold eyes.

"Fang Yu, why are you here?" Ding Ran walked behind Fang Yu and patted Fang Yu's shoulder.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw that it was Ding Ran, frowning slightly.

"The two of us are really destined to meet each other." Ding Ran said with a slight smile.

Fang Yu didn't say anything, but Qin Yimo on the side asked suspiciously, "Fang Yu, is this your friend?"

Only then did Ding Ran notice Qin Yimo, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

what a beautiful woman...

Ding Ran has always been confident in her beauty, but when she saw Qin Yimo, she felt that she was inferior to him.

Whether it's temperament or appearance...

How could Fang Yu know such a woman?

For a time, Ding Ran had an inexplicable jealousy in his heart.

"She is the English teacher in my class," Fang Yu said.

Ding Ran smiled at Qin Yimo, and without talking too much, he turned to Fang Yu's ear and whispered, "Fang Yu, can you go to a place with no one with me, I have something I want to ask you to do? help."