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Chapter 287 Became a master for no reason

Lan Yunyi sounded so arrogant that everyone present took a breath.

Everyone present thought that Lan Yunyi could not escape this time, even though they knew that Lan Yunyi actually said such words.

How is this possible!

Could it be that because he knew he was doomed, he suddenly went crazy and started talking nonsense?

Among them, the one who had the biggest reaction belonged to the old national player. His name was Liu Lu. He almost roared when Lan Yunyi said this.

He spat loudly.

Originally, she vomited at Lan Yunyi's feet, but because she was old, one of her front teeth was missing, and she couldn't control the direction well, so she vomited at Lan Wanru's feet, causing Lan Wanru to scream again.

The old man couldn't control that much. When he came to Lan Yunyi's side, he wanted to challenge Lan Yunyi: "You are young and beautiful. But how can you spit out such filthy words?"

"What does it mean to not be worth mentioning? What does it mean to complete it in half a stick of incense!? The Fighting Tiger Picture is the painstaking work of the master Xin Ling! Using an ingenious technique - three circles, he completed the pinnacle work of the freehand style.

It also created a precedent for classical and abstract art. It is simply a masterpiece! How can someone like you be so clamorous?"

Before Lan Yunyi spoke, the old man seemed angry at what he said.

He took a few sharp breaths and then continued: "Old man, I have studied Master Xinling's works for five or six years, and I dare not copy even a single bit. Her attainments are so profound and wonderful that I am in awe, even if an ant passing by sees it.

, they are all the kind that require a few compliments!”

"To what extent - that is - even if Master Xinling suddenly appeared today and asked my old man to marry her, I wouldn't even hesitate for a second!"

"Hesitating for a second is disrespectful to the master!"

The corner of Lan Yunyi's mouth twitched. Seeing the old man's blushing face and thick neck, he hurriedly comforted him: "That's not the case, that's not the case - don't be too ridiculous."

The old man glared at her and said with a bit of sorrow in his words: "Why not? Old man, I am willing to do it! I think I was also more beautiful than Pan An back then, but it is a pity that my life is dead!"

Lan Yunyi's mouth twitched again.

"Since Master Liu said this painting is so important, Lan Yunyi's sin is even deeper..."

Lan Wanru covered her mouth with her hand and pretended to be surprised and opened her mouth.

"Since Master Liu Lu said that he has studied Xin Ling's paintings for six or seven years, in fact, it has only been six or seven years since Xin Ling started painting. If there are only a few paintings that have been circulated in the world, he must have studied them thoroughly. As long as one

You can recognize it by looking at it. If it is the handwriting of Master Xinling, then I will just draw it there——"

Halfway through Lan Yunyi's words, she turned her head in Liu Lu's direction again, her eyes revealing a rare worry: "It's just you, it's best to take two quick heart-saving pills now."

Liu Lu glared at Lan Yunyi, then quickly took out a small wooden bottle and swallowed two pills. It seems that because Master Xinling had a lot of disputes with others outside, he often swallowed pills.

"That's natural. If I see you imitating my Xinxin's paintings and the paintings are so bad, old man, I will be pissed to death!"

Things had developed to this point, and Jing Zhaoyin had no choice but to send someone to deliver some pieces of rice paper and pen and ink.

Lan Yunyi stood in front of the case, held her breath and drew a circle.

Then he drew another circle.

Then another circle.

It's not that she didn't work hard, she really did! She only learned so much from that beggar at that time.

So when she told her the name of her heart order, it was really embarrassing.

Who would have known that as Lan Yunyi started writing again and again, Master Liu Lu standing next to her would make a "ho ho" sound in her throat.

Every time Lan Yunyi writes, the "ho ho" sound in Liu Lu's throat becomes louder.

Lan Yunyi's hands shook, and she almost suspected that the old man standing next to her was mocking her.

She couldn't help but turned around and asked: "What do you think is wrong with this painting? Are they all problems - mainly because my level is limited -"

Before Lan Yunyi finished speaking, the old man took the painting from Lan Yunyi's hand with trembling hands.

Everyone was puzzled, but the old man was trembling all over, with tears in his eyes, and with a plop, he knelt down in front of Lan Yunyi.

"Master!! Master!! I am your disciple Liu Qing! Master!!"

Everyone present was stunned by the scene in front of them.

Even Lan Yunyi took several steps back and stared at him in disbelief.

When she came to her senses, she hurriedly walked to the old man and helped him up.

This old man is said to be over eighty at least. If he kneels down, he will lose his life.

But the old man insisted on kneeling in front of Lan Yunyi and refused to get up.

"If you don't accept me as your disciple, I will never be able to kneel down! Master! You are my lifelong belief! Today I finally saw a living person!"

The old man was so excited that his voice was shaking, and his throat kept making hoho sounds.

Fortunately, the two quick-rescue pills he had just taken prevented him from pouting over now.

"So, Liulu National Player - the princess in front of me is really the famous Heart Command Master?"

Even Jing Zhaoyin's voice was a little tentative.

Incredible, incredible...

Who hasn’t heard of the famous name of Master Xin Ling?

The scene in front of me is really strange...so strange...

"She is! She is Xin Ling! She is my ancestor!"

"I'm not your ancestor..." Lan Yunyi shrank her neck and explained tentatively.

She didn't want to go to court, but she had an eighty-year-old grandson inexplicably!

It's enough to be able to take Lan Wanru back for fun!

Liu Lu wiped her tears while explaining Lan Yunyi's painting with still wet ink to the crowd.

"This stroke, the stroke of the pen is so sharp... This stroke has simply touched my heart. I have to think about Master Xinling's handwriting when I sleep. It is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible to admit my mistake!"

"She! This great girl in front of me is my master, the master of Xinling!" Liu Lu wiped away her tears and solemnly and proudly announced to everyone in front of her.

"I gave the order, but I didn't admit that I wanted to accept you as my apprentice..."

Lan Yunyi was a little helpless.

When the old man saw this, his eyes flashed, and his eyes gradually became pitiful. He grunted again and pretended to kneel down.

Lan Yunyi and the two insisted on going back and forth for three or four times. Lan Yunyi really lost her patience and nodded reluctantly.

Lan Wanru and Ye Qingtang, who were grinning in the distance and planning to watch the show, saw the scene in front of them, and their faces suddenly turned pale.

How could Lan Yunyi be Xinling!

How could this bitch Lan Yunyi be the famous soul?!


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