Some things that you don’t know the bitterness and pain of not trying them yourself.

In the eyes of the public, Fan Ji'an, a master of Chinese painting, has devoted himself to studying Chinese painting for decades and has persisted for a lifetime to achieve his current achievements.

But he knew in his heart that he was not a dedicated master in his early years, and had a wide range of knowledge. He not only studied oil paintings, but also practiced Japanese Ukiyo-e...

In short, he tried to learn all the painting arts all over the world.

As a result, it was found that it was really not easy. Art that could form its own system and was popular in some countries and regions cannot be understood by learning.

Anyway, after a few years of hard work, he still kept his mind honestly and focused on studying Chinese painting from now on.

From this he knew that the difficulty of crossing the border was.

So Bai Ye has been able to move around several industries and is easy to do.

Such talent should be a monster.

While sighing, Fan Ji'an and others were eager to know whether this mural was the legendary Chaoyuan Immortal Staff Picture. So their eyes also shifted to the side.

At this moment, Bai Ye frowned and looked at a group of people. A bunch of people entered the temple, exhaling in various ways, exhaling lightly, sighing, he was not deaf, and must have noticed the movement.

This mural cannot be painted anymore. What's more, Cao Xiang also came over and whispered to remind him, telling him the origin of Fan Ji'an and others.

A master in the painting world and a master in the art world in Hangzhou, he is of great origin.

But what does this have to do with yourself?

Bai Ye's reaction was a little cold, mainly because he had been immersed in the creation of murals for more than a month, and even his thinking was a little numb.

His eyes were dull, his eyes were dull, and his face was haggard.

So Fan Ji'an and others didn't mind his coldness. After all, when they focused on their creation, they were basically in this state.

Besides, they interrupted each other's emotions, thoughts, and thought from the perspective of others when Bai Ye was painting. They felt that they had lost their temper long ago when they encountered this.

Bai Ye was just indifferent and silent, which was very kind.

At this moment, Fan Ji'an smiled and said with a kind voice: "Bai Ye, did you create this mural by yourself, or do you have a sample?"

Bai Ye blinked and woke up a little: "Of course... there is a sample."

"As expected!" There was also a look of excitement in Fan Ji'an and others' eyes, and they were seventy-six points confident.

"Is the model a picture of Chaoyuan Immortal Staff?" someone asked directly.

“Eh?”

Bai Ye was stunned and shook his head: "No."

"What?"

"How could it be not..."

"The content of this mural is clearly consistent with the records in literature and history."

When Fan Ji'an and others heard the sound, they felt like they were shattered and they subconsciously argued. They were quite sure, how could they make a wrong judgment?

"I am...the eighty-seven Immortals Scroll." Bai Ye explained.

"ah!"

The answer was unexpected, and Fan Ji'an was stunned: "Is there a difference?"

After all, the Chaoyuan Immortal Staff Picture paints eighty-seven gods. He thought Bai Ye thought the same work had changed its name and statement.

“Of course there is a difference.”

However, Bai Ye's expression was serious and he slowly explained: "The Chaoyuan Immortal Staff Picture is the work of Wu Zongyuan, and the Eighty-Seven Immortals Scrolls are Wu Daozi's paintings."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked and their eyes widened a little.

Wu Zongyuan and Wu Daozi have different dynasties, but also have different fame.

The former has not become popular, and most people don’t know it. The latter is a well-known and well-known existence for ordinary people. Bai Ye said that the sample of this mural comes from Wu Daozi. The meaning of it must be very different.

In an instant, Fan Ji'an came to his senses and said anxiously: "Bai Ye, you can't joke around. How do you prove it?"

"Proof? No..."

Bai Ye smiled, shook his head, and stopped talking.

How can this kind of thing be proved? Could he tell everyone that in another world, this is a recognized fact?

In fact, the Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls are the same as the Chaoyuan Immortal Staff Picture.

First, Wu Daozi drew the eighty-seven immortal scrolls, and the mural left behind was seen by Wu Zongyuan, and he learned and integrated it into his own skills, which led to the Chaoyuan Immortal Staff Picture.

In the original time and space, this small temple was an ancient cultural relic passed down from generation to generation during the Southern Song Dynasty.

The murals in the temple were after the Jin people occupied the Central Plains and the Bianliang was destroyed by the war. Some Taoists moved south and came to Lin'an... that is, Hangzhou.

In order to commemorate and commemorate, several Taoist priests could not restore the Taoist palace, so they could only create a brief version of the temple view, and then asked the painter to copy one.

Bai Ye, who had just graduated back then, participated in various art exhibitions and went to various galleries, but never found a chance to make a comeback. In his poorest times, he was even down on the streets.

Fortunately, at this time, a senior brother from the same school pulled him and invited him to participate in a "anti-imitation" studio.

The location of the studio was this ancient temple. He was confused at that time, but in order to eat, he eventually changed from resisting to obedience.

Bai Ye remembered very clearly that his first work was to transform the murals in the temple into silk works. This was not easy. He painted them for three months, and during this period, he had to complete the task.

Then he made a profit of 10,000 yuan.

He cried with the money.

His youth, his pursuits, and his dreams were completely shattered.

In the following years, he devoted himself to studying and surpassed others. When something happened to the boss of the studio, everyone broke up, and he even took the opportunity to set up his own business.

In a few years, his studio has gained a firm foothold in the industry and has been constantly strengthening and growing, which is also a benchmark.

With a mansion, a luxury car, and money that can achieve financial freedom.

Bai Ye was very happy and happy, but he rarely recalled the past. He was in a daze and could no longer remember what was the original intention of choosing the path of art.

He traveled to this world and was always pursuing fame and fortune...

This is just a habit, a kind of self-protection. After all, in this strange world, is there anything else that can be used as a support besides a huge amount of money?

However, he really did not expect that there was a small temple in Hangzhou. Even due to the difference in time and space, the situation of the temple changed. However, the similar pattern, including the matching of details, made him firmly believe that this must be the same temple.

That's why he took over the task of rebuilding the temple. When repairing it, he even strived to build the small temple the same as the original time and space.

The murals are naturally the focus...
Chapter completed!