Lin Yi turned his head and left. At this time, Dean Zhan behind him could only shout: "Little brother, please stay!"

"Stay? I'm stupid. If I keep, I will reveal my feelings. Can I keep it?" Lin Yi thought to himself, and naturally the steps under his feet were faster.

Although Lin Yi had already walked faster, Huang Rong and Lao Cao, as his companions, obviously felt that the limelight had not yet appeared enough, so they deliberately fell behind and took three steps in two steps.

Lin Yi had a headache, so he had to turn around and urge them, "Can you go faster?"

Unfortunately, Lin Yi was too late to say this, and Lin Yi was still chased by the respected Dean Zhan.

Why? Because no matter how fast Lin Yi was, he could only walk and not run away, otherwise wouldn’t he have become a fleeing in panic?

Since he was leaving, Lin Yi would not be able to run fast, but who would have thought that the dean who looked steady and quiet actually came to chase Lin Yi, as if Lin Yi owed him five hundred yuan.

When Lin Yizhen was pulled around by him and looked at him in shock, the old man quickly clasped his fists and begged for mercy for Lin Yi: "Little brother, the old man has offended him, please forgive me."

Lin Yi turned around and looked at Nalan Zhu and others, fearing that he would touch his beard with his hands, so he pretended to be impatient and asked, "I don't know what Mr. Zhan wants to teach me?"

President Zhan bowed again and said, "How dare, how dare, even if the little brother is young, the old man can only sigh in his understanding of painting. However, when I looked at the fake, because there was no magnifying glass and it was far away, I looked at it for a long time before I could see that it was a fake. Therefore, even I almost thought that only Mr. Daqian, the talented female apprentice, could imitate it so vividly. I just saw that the little brother showed his skills, and it was only a fake of ordinary hands. I just wanted to ask, how did you see that this painting was a real fake in such a short time, and it was not a fake made by Ms. Feng Bichi?"

Lin Yi shook his head and smiled, saying, "Mr. Zhan, I will only ask you one question. What is the relationship between Mr. Zhang Daqian and Ms. Feng Bichi?"

"It goes without saying that of course it's a master-apprentice relationship..."

"Then what are the similarities between the two of them?" Lin Yi continued to ask.

“Similarity?”

President Zhan frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It seems that they have a connection with Buddhism."

Hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart. After all, this old man is not as blind as those in the door, nor is he as half a bucket of water as Zhu Zijun. He really has some wisdom and can understand it at a glance.

Lin Yi smiled and nodded and said, "Master Zhang Daqian's paintings have always pursued a bold and upright momentum. His paintings are not limited to details, and use limited ink to describe nature's infinite vitality. His painting style was fresh and elegant before he was thirty, his magnificent and majestic at the age of fifty, and he reached the abyss at the age of sixty. After he was eighty, his temperament was pure and he had entered the realm of transformation. Feng Bichi was deeply immersed in poetry and painting since he was young, and he was accompanied by painting every day and focused on studying. First, he learned painting from Ms. Shen Houshao, the eldest daughter of Shen Zhongqiang, in Hong Kong.

He specialized in the landscape of Shenzhou. In 1938, he learned about flowers, birds, figures, grass, insects, bamboo and stones from Li Fenggong, and saw everything. He started the Anti-Japanese War and entered Sichuan, and established snow at the gate of Master Huang Junbi, and returned to study landscapes. Smoke and clouds and waterfalls, and the rest of the Baiyun Hall. In 1944, he held a painting exhibition in Kunming. The money he received was donated to the wounded officers and soldiers on the front line, and was enthusiastic about it. In 1946, he returned to Hong Kong, and the situation was rough, so he picked up his brush again. In 1948, he worshiped Mr. Zhang Daqian in Dafeng Hall and held the ceremony of disciples."

"Although Zhang Daqian travels all over the world, Hong Kong is one of the important stations in his life. Feng Bichi is always with him during his life in Hong Kong. Feng Bichi's paintings have the charm of the Great Wind Hall. His works "Huangshan Picture", "Bamboo and Chrysanthemum Picture", and "Lotus Picture" were loved by Zhang Daqian and wrote inscriptions. Hong Kong media praised him as an "all-talented female painter."

"Their life trajectories are different, so Zhang Daqian's painting style is steady, while Feng Bichi has a changeable style. However, because both of them have been close to Buddhism for a while, this has left a deep mark in their lives and painting art. Therefore, this makes them always mix with some pure and free Zen meanings in the painting, intentionally or unintentionally. The reason why Feng Bichi's paintings can be faked and real is because the two are intimate in this regard. Although the painting just now is skillful in brushwork, it is frivolous and impetuous on the paper. Where did the half-zen meaning come from? From me, it is just a temporary imitation of the old painters in modern times. How could it be the authentic work of Ms. Feng Bichi?"

After Lin Yi finished speaking of this painting, he saw Dean Zhan’s expression and was completely confused. He applauded and laughed: “Da Miao, Da Miao, my little brother is really a master’s argument, a master’s argument…”

Seeing Dean Zhan stroking his hands and praising Lin Yi, Zhu Zijun, who was standing next to Nalan Zhu, felt a little embarrassed. He coughed a few times in embarrassment, and forced himself to smile and hold on to the scene. Lin Yi originally didn't care about Dean Zhan's praise, but when he saw his appearance, he stood honestly and took down all the praises from Dean Zhan without missing a single drop of it.

After praising her for a while, President Zhan seemed to be no one existed, and pulled Lin Yi's clothes and said, "Little brother, it's rare to meet someone like you who really knows painting. How about going to my painting academy? How many pots of good tea do I have there--"

It seems that this old man really thinks that Lin Yi is a elegant person. Throughout history, the interactions between literati and poets have usually been either tea or wine.

Seeing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the opportunity, he would have wanted to have a party with this free and unrestrained President Zhan and have a chat. However, his current situation is really awkward, especially if there is an acquaintance next to him. If someone recognizes it, it would be embarrassing. Don't forget that this is the "Book Forest Conference" held by Mr. Lu San. Lin Yi is here to watch the fun, but he is not willing to cause so much trouble.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi was about to make an excuse to refuse him, but in a blink of an eye he swept Nalan Zhu not far away. His mind suddenly moved, and his words changed. "Mr. Zhan, you are a person who really knows painting, so I am willing to drink your cup of tea. But today is not possible. I came to watch this book forest conference today. There is a rare opportunity. I really don't want to miss it. If you don't dislike it, I will definitely come to visit another day. I don't know if it's OK?"

It seems that Lin Yi is indeed a little heavy in the old man's heart. When he heard Lin Yi say this, he was not unhappy at all. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, OK, that old man is waiting for you."

Lin Yi nodded with a smile. Just as he was about to leave, Ding Qi walked up again and said with a smile: "Little brother, stay, since you helped me identify the authenticity of this painting, Ding is grateful and wants to get together with you in private. I don't know what?"

Lin Yi turned around, looked at Ding Qi's smiling face, and sighed in his heart. If President Zhan's invitation was sincere, then this person was undoubtedly Hongmen Banquet. After all, he pointed out that his painting was a fake, which was equivalent to slapping someone in the face. He even invited you to dinner in the face. There must be something wrong with it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi smiled and said, "Mr. Ding is famous and has a younger generation. How dare he make friends with a big shot like you? I think it's better to forget it." After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Mr. Ding Qi's face turned gloomy. Originally, he bought a fake product and was so sloppy that he could regain some face after being so smooth by Zhu Zijun. However, he was exposed by Lin Yi halfway through, which was equivalent to his Mr. Ding Qi's face being swept to the end. In order to show his large amount, he took the initiative to invite Lin Yi to "gather together". On the one hand, he gave people a feeling of being unsatisfied with hatred, and on the other hand, he also wanted to make Lin Yi suffer a little while in the gathering, but the other person did not accept the answer and refused directly.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ding Qi said again: "It's okay not to get together, so I dare to ask my little brother for his honorable name, so that Ding can keep it in mind and come to ask for advice another day--"

Dizzy, Lin Yi thought, would he really be so aggressive? Just when he didn't know how to answer, he heard a voice saying, "Don't ask, his name is Lin Yi!"
Chapter completed!