Pen and ink, paper and ink (color palette), a necessary tool for Chinese painting.

Lin Yi had never been exposed to such professional things before. He had painted tigers for his niece Baoer, but that was drawn with children's colored brushes.

Now it is also a colored brush, but a colored brush.

Lin Yi remembers clearly that when he was in school, he learned calligraphy for a while. Unfortunately, the teacher who taught calligraphy left not long after, and then there was no more. Everyone gave up halfway through brush calligraphy, and the class of writing calligraphy became a self-study class for playing and doing nothing.

At this moment, Lin Yi picked up the brush, and for some reason he suddenly remembered the teacher, the class, and the classmates who played and practiced calligraphy together. Their familiar appearance, smiling faces, and shouted affectionately: "Lin Yi!"

The time of memory flashed in your mind like lightning, and for a moment, it made you remember it very clearly.

Lin Yi's mind was a little trembling. It was a throbbing aroused by memory, as if something secretly penetrated into the most secret space in your heart, taking out the slightest touching you without any restraint and putting it in front of you.

The memory is so clear, as if it was yesterday, but... but you and I can no longer go back. When I grow up, time will not go back, and will never...

The people around looked at Lin Yi with a strange look. When they took the brush, they seemed to be distracted. Fatty Zhu slanted his eyes and said, "Look, I don't know what kind of Master Lin is like this... Why don't you take action? Should you wait until you finish your emotions? We don't have time to play with you!"

Before the fat man could finish his words, he saw Lin Yi suddenly started writing.

Brush!

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the writing is like a god.

Fatty Zhu was still beating: "I pretended to behave, but I don't know what to draw!"

Most of the others have this kind of mentality. In their opinion, Lin Yi is too young. Not many young people can draw, let alone Chinese paintings that are very difficult. Even some old painters in their seventies and eighties dare not say how exquisite their Chinese paintings are. Generally speaking, Chinese painting emphasizes spirits and charms, and your skills are considered to be successful. Therefore, Chinese painting is like traditional Chinese medicine, which is more difficult to learn. Unlike Western medicine and Western paintings, most of them focus on form but not spirits. After studying for two or three years, you can open a clinic to draw sketches for people.

Lin Yi was so fluttering with his pen, Cao Yidao was so upset. After all, Lin Yi was with him. He personally introduced him to Xu Tianming. To put it bluntly, the two were grasshoppers tied to a rope, prospering and losing.

Of course, Cao Yidao is thick-skinned and it doesn't matter if he loses anything, but the Lin Yi he recommended is different. Cao Yidao recommends him to do business with Xu Tianming and sell Buddhist scriptures. According to Cao Yidao's meaning, if this transaction is successful, he can get at least 40,000 or 50,000 yuan, who will not be able to get over money? So Lin Yi's personal image is very important, and this is what Cao Yidao is most worried about. As the saying goes, what he does in business is actually character. If others recognize you, your business will be successful.

Because of this, Cao Yidao attaches importance to himself and Lin Yi's character and image.

Teacher Huang didn't speak much from beginning to end, nor had any expressions, as if he was just a stone man or a decoration. Only when Lin Yi was sarcastic and ridiculed, his eyes would move. At this moment, he was still like a stone, with an expressionless face.

As the only woman present, Tang Ling has always had a good impression of Lin Yi, thinking that this young man is very clean. The cleanliness here are two aspects, referring to dressing and temperament.

Yes, this is a young man with a clean temperament, which is very attractive. So Tang Ling felt that her husband, Fatty Zhu, was a little too mean and wanted to say a few words to Lin Yi, but she understood that if she spoke, it would cause more trouble to Lin Yi. Although Fatty Zhu usually looks afraid of his wife, she is a narrow-minded person. She is especially disgusted by Tang Ling to be kind to other men. She is a jealous jar that can turn her over when she beats her up.

The only calm person present may be Xu Haoming. In fact, from the beginning, he was unable to grasp Lin Yi's pulse. As long as Lin Yi did things every time, it was too unexpected.

That's Ma Dongcheng, and that's Liu Manjiang.

Now, Xu Haoming is looking forward to Lin Yi creating another miracle.

...

Time passed quickly, at least in the eyes of Fatty Zhu and others, it was only a blink of an eye.

Then Lin Yi said, "Well, I've finished drawing." He put down his pen.

So fast?

Fatty Zhu and others were a little disbelief, "Let me see what treasure you have drawn!" Fatty Zhu and Ma Dongcheng and others came forward to see---

It doesn't matter if you don't think it's right, you're shocked when you see it.

What's going on?

The drawing is so good!

Even if a person who doesn’t know how to read it, he will know that this painting is amazing!

Whether it is color, composition, or every hair of a tiger, it is all lifelike!

...

As the saying goes, you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but you are afraid of comparing goods.

Compared with this tiger, the tiger down the mountain that Fatty Zhu just showed is simply a "meek kitten"!

how so?

Fatty Zhu was puzzled, and others didn't understand.

The beautiful young woman Tang Ling looked at Lin Yi with her strange beautiful eyes, and couldn't guess it thoroughly.

Lin Yi didn't expect to be watched by so many people. When he looked at their eyes, he didn't know whether his drawing was good or bad. He used to wipe his nose and said, "Sorry, time is too hasty, and it may not be well drawn. Please forgive me."

Lin Yi is telling the truth. This is his first time to paint. Many of his skills are not enough, especially when I take advantage of it. If I give him enough time, I might draw better.

But this sounded so harsh and uncomfortable to hear the ears of Fatty Zhu and others.

What does it mean, this is not good?

It’s not that smug!

Fatty Zhu's spirit just now disappeared, and he felt stomachache, heartache, and eggs hurt.

At this moment, Lin Yi didn’t need to directly identify the authenticity of Fatty Zhu’s painting. Even Lin Yi’s fake is not as good as. Do you think that painting can be real?!

His face turned red, just like Fatty Zhu in the late stage of constipation, was smart and no longer humiliated himself. He shouted very barely, "Grass, I'm going to be a slap!"

Brief and clear, admit failure.

The others were sad and sad, and the rabbit died and the fox was sad.

It seems that the "Three Kings Offering Treasures" are wiped out this time.

Xu Haoming smiled and said to Fatty Zhu: "Although it is a fake, it is also good. I bought this painting for 3,000 yuan."

Not even a consolation prize, at most it is considered a travel fee.

After Xu Haoming said this, he looked at Lin Yi again and said, "Your painting is better, well, give it to me 5,000!"

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the tiger he drew could be sold for 5,000. Ahem, the money was so easy to make.

But I didn't know that in Xu Haoming's opinion, Lin Yi's painting, let alone 5,000 yuan, would be willing to buy even 50,000 yuan. There is nothing else, it is too realistic. It can fully understand the charm of Master Liu Jijun, and it can be fake and real.

The Three Kings Xianbao seemed to have ended. Just when everyone thought the show was over, Cao Yidao jumped out without any chance and said, "We have a treasure to offer!"
Chapter completed!