Chapter 141 Wu Daozi is worthy of being a painting saint
Jiang Churan even pointed his phone at the painting, allowing netizens in the live broadcast room to analyze it together.
"Brother Jin is right, the more we look at them, the more they look alike, and the other three are also somewhat similar to the three squatting ones."
"These five people should be the same group of people. Teacher Ma is right. They are a series of pictures. I don't know what will be drawn in the last picture."
"Damn it, please recall "The Picture of Yin Tianzi's Ascension to the Throne". If I remember correctly, are there also four ghosts and gods on it?"
"What do you mean, is that picture also from this series?"
"It's kind of interesting, I'm not sure it's true."
"666, was there serialization in ancient times?"
When Jiang Churan saw the barrage, he snatched the shorter scroll away and pressed it against the wall to compare it with the "Picture of the Emperor Yin ascending the throne" hanging above.
"Look, do the Yin Tianzi and the person sitting cross-legged have some similarities? Are the dancing girls and the ghosts and gods the same?"
Ignoring the pained expression on Ma Wenshan's face, Jiang Churan directly pointed out what he found on the barrage.
"It's really similar. When did Xiao Ranran become so smart?"
Chu Huaixiang smiled evilly and stepped forward, rubbing Jiang Churan's little face.
"Smelly woman Ni Zuokai!"
Because Jiang Churan was holding a mobile phone in one hand and a scroll in the other, he really couldn't resist for a while.
"Tsk tsk, how could it be that Miss Jiang discovered it? She must be a barrage master, and then she ruthlessly plagiarized it."
Jin Qi leisurely admired the scenery in front of him and said casually.
"Snapped"
Ma Wenshan didn't dare to hit Jiang Churan, he didn't dare to hit Chu Huaixiang, and he didn't dare to hit Jin Qi. The incident of Jin Qi losing the painting just now and the incident of Jiang Churan snatching the painting combined turned grief and anger into strength, crisp and clear
A sound sounded on the back of Jin Qi's head.
"Teacher, if you continue to beat me like this, I will become stupid, and you will lose me."
Jin Qi instantly squatted down, covering his head and complaining.
"Huh, if you lose it, you'll lose it. I beat you stupid and save you from going out to harm others. You don't know how to study every day. How much have you fallen behind in basic knowledge?"
Ma Wenshan returned with a cold face, without looking at Jin Qi, and carefully analyzed what Jiang Churan said.
"Come on, Miss Chu, let's open this one too."
Ma Wen handed the remaining painting to Chu Huaixiang, and the two of them worked together to gently open the scroll.
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The same picture without a name is unfolded.
This scroll looks a lot more depressing. The dancer in the previous scroll is lying quietly in the middle of the crowd, "Yin Tianzi" is standing at the head, and the other three are standing on both sides, all looking very lonely. In the crowd,
Above it, the same ghosts and gods as in "The Picture of Yin Tianzi Ascending the Throne" appeared, and the tail end was connected to the dancer's body.
A little further away, the children in the "Live Broadcast" picture are still playing happily, which is in sharp contrast with the people gathered in the middle.
"this..."
Jiang Churan's expression suddenly dimmed. Combining Jiang Chen's voice transmission and Xiao Wu who was mentioned every time, Jiang Churan could already guess what these paintings were about.
It was clearly his grandfather who was teaching these humane methods, but in the end these people still failed, and finally left everyone one by one. Wu Daozi himself was probably one of them. After seeing the dancer sister die, he painted the "Yin"
"Picture of the Emperor's Ascension to the Throne", the ghosts and gods in it are their four apprentices.
Chu Huaixiang glanced at Jiang Churan's expression and guessed something, and patted Jiang Churan's head.
"Let Jin Qi name this picture. If you name the dancing girl, you must give it a nice name."
"Um."
Jiang Churan nodded lightly in agreement. Jin Qi still wanted to struggle, but was instantly silenced by Chu Huaixiang's glare.
Only Ma Wenshan didn't notice anything and sighed,
"Wu Daozi is worthy of being a painting saint. The four pictures are interlocking, and the images of ghosts and gods are deduced through the dead dancing girls. They are vivid and impressive."
Jin Qi was speechless. As a teacher, he deserved to be single. He really had no discernment.
He said half-jokingly,
"Let's call this picture "Cool". Beauty Jiang will give your picture a name, link these three pictures together, and the live broadcast will be cool."
"2333, if you name it a ghost, it will be popular on the live broadcast. Why don't you call the dancer a whale? Then it will be a whale on the live broadcast."
"No, how can such a precious thing be named after a whale? Do they deserve it? Just call it the anchor. The anchor's live broadcast is embarrassing."
"I always feel like you are hinting at something. Beauty Jiang, hurry up and beat Jin Qi to death. The dog can't spit out ivory."
"Why do I feel that the anchor has become much quieter? Is he going to cry again?"
"The movie queen returns to the world?"
Jiang Churan was communicating with Jiang Chen in his mind at this time,
I don’t care about the live broadcast room at all,
"Grandpa, Wu Daozi is also your disciple, right? These people were all your disciples. Later, they all failed in cultivation and died before you, right? That's why you have so many pictures."
"Well, that's right, you guessed it right."
"Then Grandpa, is it really okay for you to just bring it up and let us name it casually? Doesn't this make you sad?"
"After talking about ordinary things about life and death, Grandpa has already looked away. These things are just left there. It's better to take them out for everyone to watch. Since Xiao Wu failed to leave any authentic works, then I, as a master, have the responsibility to help Xiao Wu.
To become famous. Grandpa plans to give away all four pictures later, Xiaoran, you won’t blame grandpa, right?"
"What do you say, grandpa? These are all your things, and they are your memories. You can do with them how you want, don't worry about me."
"good!"
"That's right, Grandpa."
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"I want to eat something vegetarian in the evening. I always eat wild boar for these two meals, and I feel a little on fire."
"It's up to you. Just tell me what you want to eat."
"Thank you grandpa!"
Jiang Churan briefly communicated with Jiang Chen in his mind, raised his head and looked at Chu Huaixiang,
"That picture of a dancing girl is called a stinky woman. The stinky woman's live broadcast is so cool!"
"Xiao Ranran, aren't you stupid? It's you who is the anchor, not me. Why should I be embarrassed?"
Seeing that Jiang Churan had calmed down a lot, Chu Huaixiang smiled.
"Teacher Ma, Miss Chu!"
Director Wang outside the room suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
Ma Wenshan didn't understand and shouted from inside the room.
"I got a call from the bureau and changed the format of the interview. Ms. Chu will be the anchor and Brother Jin will be the camera. We will open a live broadcast room for you on the Jiangbian live broadcast platform."
"???"
Chu Huaixiang was confused. When did this happen?
"Hahahahaha!"
Jiang Churan laughed,
"They also said that you are not the anchor, so you are going to be banned. The stinky woman's live broadcast is going to be banned! This is the name, Jin Qi, you are not allowed to change it!"
Jin Qi received the glares from the two women at the same time, his scalp went numb, he shrank and retreated behind Ma Wenshan.