Others who originally planned to imitate Feng Zhitong stopped immediately and regretted why they had not imitated Feng Zhitong earlier.
Feng Zhitong looked excited and knelt down on the ground again: "Master, please bow to me!"
A white-haired old man knelt down to worship a twenty-year-old young man.
This very disharmonious scene was taken for granted by everyone present.
Everyone was extremely envious of Feng Zhitong, thinking that Feng Zhitong had taken advantage of him.
In fact, Feng Zhitong thought so too. It was a great honor for him to have Yang Haoran as his teacher.
"Congratulations to President Feng for being able to meet Master. Speaking of which, I am the first person to meet Master Yang. It is a pity that I missed this good match!"
Lin Baoguo regretted it endlessly, but Yang Haoran had already said this for the first time, so naturally he couldn't shamelessly ask for apprenticeship again.
Everyone around him also looked sad, looking enviously at Feng Zhitong, who looked proud.
Ling Fusheng's eyes fell on the four newly written characters by Yang Haoran, and he couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
The previous Houde Zaiwu has been determined to be a master-level work, and now this pair of large Ying Ruochong is simply a masterpiece!
Especially the miraculous effect of exorcising evil spirits and avoiding harm, this picture can no longer be measured by simple value.
If it were put on the outside market, wouldn't it be sold at a sky-high price?
Thinking of this, Ling Fusheng was extremely excited. Although he felt a little greedy, he couldn't help but speak.
"Mr. Yang, can you sell me this calligraphy painting you wrote? You can set whatever conditions you want."
For a time, countless scorching eyes fell on Ling Fusheng, making Ling Fusheng feel like a light on his back.
Who here doesn’t know the value of this calligraphy? They all have this idea, but no one dares to say it out loud!
Now that Ling Fusheng was the first to show up, he naturally became the target of everyone's hostility.
Ling Fusheng also felt that it was a bit inappropriate. After all, he had already obtained a calligraphy by Yang Haoran. If he was given this one now, it would indeed seem greedy!
"Ahem, I just made a request. As for how to deal with it, it depends on Mr. Yang's own wishes."
Only then did everyone's emotions relax, and then everyone looked at Yang Haoran eagerly.
As the author of this masterpiece, Yang Haoran naturally has full authority to handle it.
Yang Haoran was speechless for a while, it was just a collection of words with some Taoist rhyme, as for that?
He himself didn't think it was a masterpiece, but he thought it was a bit strange to everyone.
But under the gaze of those burning eyes, Yang Haoran decided to think carefully.
If you sell it to Ling Fusheng, you can indeed get a good price.
But is Yang Haoran short of money now? Not only is he not short of money, his financial resources even exceed Ling Fusheng, okay?
Moreover, the previous painting had already been given to Ling Fusheng, so giving it to him might not be a good thing for Ling Fusheng.
When he thought of this, Yang Haoran saw Feng Zhitong looking at him eagerly and almost drooled.
The old man's appearance almost startled Yang Haoran.
But something clicked in his heart, and he made a decision immediately.
Then he looked at Feng Zhitong, put his hands behind his back, looked serious, and coughed dryly.
"Old Feng, since you worship me as your master, you must show some respect as a master.
This calligraphy happened to be completed in Changning Academy, so it is better to leave this calligraphy in Changning Academy."
There was silence all around, but then there was a burst of cheers. Except for Ling Fusheng, everyone else was happy. Tingge Novel Network
Because Yang Haoran said he would keep it in Changning Academy, not give it to Feng Zhitong personally.
This means that everyone will have the opportunity to observe and learn in the future, which is a great benefit to these calligraphers and painters who are eager to make breakthroughs!
Feng Zhitong was even more moved by Yourong.
"Thank you Master, but disciples have always been filial to their master. How can a master give gifts to his disciples?
Master, please wait for me for a moment, I will go and come back."
Before Yang Haoran could react, Feng Zhitong turned around and ran out in a hurry.
Lin Baoguo and others looked at each other and understood immediately.
Everyone bowed deeply to Yang Haoran.
"Thank you Master Yang for the gift. We will definitely observe it day and night in the future to live up to your hard work."
Ling Fusheng stood aside with a look of emotion on his face, and at this time he also figured out something.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran didn't really sell this calligraphy to him, otherwise wouldn't he have offended everyone here?
At the same time, Ling Fusheng also secretly admired Yang Haoran's way of doing things, which can be said to be young and mature.
Lin Baoguo took advantage of this time to raise his many doubts about calligraphy and painting, and humbly asked Yang Haoran for advice.
Yang Haoran did not break his promise and patiently explained to Lin Baoguo.
Naturally, the rest of the people couldn't miss such a good opportunity and gathered around one after another.
Some people immediately took out their notebooks and started jotting down key points, and some even used their mobile phones to record the entire process out of fear of missing out.
As Yang Haoran explained, everyone admired Yang Haoran more and more.
The same principle and technique, when spoken by Yang Haoran, seemed to have been sublimated, completely beyond a realm.
Often just one sentence can enlighten someone present, like an enlightenment.
Ling Fusheng, who was watching this scene, was a little stunned.
This group of old men, whose average age is over fifty years old, are as well-behaved as primary school students in front of Yang Haoran.
I have to say, Yang Haoran is really a strange person!
Forty minutes after Feng Zhitong left, Feng Zhitong ran back panting and sweating profusely from exhaustion.
In Feng Zhitong's arms, he also held an exquisite and simple long wooden box.
"Master, it is the greatest honor in my life to be able to worship you.
I also received the kindness of my master in giving me words. I have nothing to repay, so I can only give the master something that I got by chance in my early years. I express my sincerity and ask the master to accept it."
While speaking, Feng Zhiyi handed the long wooden box in his arms to Yang Haoran with a sincere face.
The surroundings were already in an uproar and there were a lot of discussions.
"I have long heard that President Feng has an authentic painting by Yuan Dynasty painter Fang Congyi. He has always regarded it as a treasure and refused to show it to others. Could it be that one?"
"The authentic work of Fang Congyi is rare in the world and will definitely sell for a sky-high price. If it is really that one, it shows that Chairman Feng is sincere."
Yang Haoran's heart was moved. He didn't care much whether it was authentic or not, but the name of Fang Congyi was like thunder.
Because Fang Congyi, like him, is just a hobby as a painter.
Fang Congyi’s true identity is a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, and he is a Taoist master!
Yang Haoran is really interested in seeing his authentic works.