Only Ye Qingqing smiled slightly at Bai and said: "Look, I just said don't worry about it."
Lu Yin glanced at the group of people surrounding him and asked: "Are you a contemporary painter?"
This sentence was full of disdain.
Human science and technology is indeed developing very fast, but some cultural inheritance has really been almost discontinued.
Such a painting that Lu Yin even looked down upon could be praised so highly. If all the people around here were painters, it would really be the tragedy of this era.
When he asked the question, no one dared to speak to him.
Until Hong Le rushed up and shouted: "What's the use of just talking? If you have the ability, you can also draw one!"
Hong Le was the most excited person at this time. He was the one who told his father about Lu Yin and Lin Ke's "adultery". He originally wanted his father to take care of Lu Yin.
Happy now, Lu Yin's few words actually made his father collapse.
Seeing his father's almost crazy state, Hong Le only felt embarrassed rather than distressed.
How much the old guy usually brags about how powerful he is, but for him to get so angry after just saying a few words is really a disgrace to him.
Of course, the culprit is Lu Yin.
Hong Le's forehead was covered with veins, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Lu Yin, like a wild beast that chose people to devour.
The painters next to him also started to make noises.
"That's right! Who can't just say that? If you have the ability, you can draw a better picture than Teacher Liu."
h "It's just like the fortune-telling liars on the street, they are just giving you psychological hints." Lu Yin just asked them if they were contemporary painters. His tone was full of disdain and sarcasm, which undoubtedly made Lu Yin a target.
In this case, they are like hyenas being attacked by a tiger, wanting to attack in groups.
If Lu Yin could not paint better works than Hong Le, he would naturally be ridiculed, and it would not be an exaggeration to even drive him out.
Lu Yin glanced at Hong Le nonchalantly and said, "I'll do it if you ask me to do it?" After saying that, he left directly.
Everyone looked at Lu Yin, who simply refused to draw, but there was nothing they could do about Lu Yin.
Lu Yin took a step forward, and the group of people surrounding him subconsciously moved out of the way.
They themselves don’t know what’s going on?
Logically speaking, they should be stopping Lu Yin now and not allowed to leave without drawing.
But when Lu Yin came over, they subconsciously got out of the way.
Lin could see that Lu Yin had left, and followed closely behind him.
She walked up to Lu Yin, lowered her voice, and asked in Lu Yin's ear: "Lu Yin, can you draw?"
Lu Yin said with a smile: "I told you, I only have a little understanding."
Lin Ke couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "Then what do you think Teacher Hong is?"
Lu Yin said: "He has a little understanding, but he only understands Less. "
..." Lin Ke was speechless for a while, "In other words, you are better than Teacher Hong?"
"It's not that you're better than him, I really don't know what to say to you." Lu Yin really doesn't think someone like Hong Feiquan can compare with him.
If we talk about the painting skills alone, Gu Kaizhi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty can probably compare with Lu Yin, but if we add the charm of the paintings, they are still dozens of blocks behind Lu Yin.
After all, he is an old monster who has lived for 100,000 years. Unless ordinary people are gifted, they will never be as good as Lu Yinyi in their lifetime.
The art exhibition in the afternoon really meant nothing to Lu Yin, so he was just waiting for dinner in the evening.
Having nothing to do, he and Lin Ke sat in the corner and drank tea.
Lin Ke didn't know where Lu Yin took out an English version of "A Brief History of Humanity" by Yuval Harari and read it with gusto.
Reading books at art exhibitions...
This is probably the biggest insult to Hong Feiquan.
The book "A Brief History of Humanity" tells the history of human development from the beginning of signs of life one hundred thousand years ago to the intertwining of capital and technology in the 21st century.
I have to say that this book is well written, but there are some things in it that you will never know unless you have experienced them.
Lu Yin was engrossed in reading when Li Lin walked over with difficulty.
He had heard about what Lu Yin had just done. He could actually make Hong Fei collapse. This was considered a skill. However, Li Lin felt that at Lu Yin's age, even if he knew some theoretical knowledge, he would definitely not be very good at painting.
This is like some gourmets who can taste the taste of a dish, but if you really ask him to cook it, he can't do it.
Hong Feiquan and his group of painters were offended by his rhetoric.
Lu Yin probably couldn't have a good time at this art exhibition today.
Those painters didn't have the dignity to come to Lu Yin, but Li Lin was different.
Lu Yin owes him money!
One million eighty-eight million!
Lu Yin even promised to pay him back what he earned today.
"The debtor is here again." Lu Yin put down the book, looked up at Li Lin, and asked Lin Ke, "Didn't you say that painting can be done here?"
"Do you really want to paint?" Lin Ke's eyes were shining, and he really felt a little incredible.
Lu Yin stood up and said with a smile: "I owe money. The creditor is right in front of me. Let's make a small picture."
“Let me tell the staff that there is a studio here.” This is not the first time for Lin Ke to come to this club. After all, it is not the first time that an art exhibition has been held here. Some painters have painted here before.
Lu Yin nodded. He was going to draw a simple painting. He had noticed that besides Hong Feiquan, there were two immortal cultivators at the scene. If he just painted a picture, there should be immortal cultivators rushing to get it.
It’s only 180,000 yuan. Even the rubbish painted by Hong Le can be sold for 500,000 yuan. It’s not like his paintings can’t be sold.
"Lu Yin, I just heard that you criticized Master Hong Feiquan's paintings as worthless." Li Lin simply bandaged the wound and was no longer so embarrassed. He wanted to provoke Lu Yin again.
Lu Yin just looked at him and said nothing, but his meaning was very clear. If you have anything to say, just say it and fart if you have any.
Li Lin said in a strange tone: "You said before that you would earn 180,000 yuan and pay it back to me. Did you want to paint a painting and sell it? Then I really want to see it."
A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yin's mouth, and he turned around without paying attention to him.
The moment he turned around, the wound that Li Lin had obviously bandaged suddenly started to bleed.
The gauze could not stop her, and her pants turned red instantly. This scene was even more terrifying than when a woman had her period.
Lin Ke looked at his lower body and was really dumbfounded.
Li Lin didn’t feel much pain, but felt wet and hot down there. When he slowly looked down, he couldn’t help but exclaimed in surprise: "How is this bandaged?"
The staff was alarmed again, and they ran over and could only help him back to the infirmary.
Lu Yin didn't even look back and found Ye Qingqing and Bai Weiwei wandering among the crowd.
"Qingqing, come with me." Lu Yin called Ye Qingqing. When he was painting, he didn't want to be seen by too many people. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see why he was painting. But if you are an immortal cultivator, you might get some insights when you see him painting.
"What's wrong?" Ye Qingqing's face suddenly turned red when she heard Lu Yin calling her. In front of Bai Weiwei, Lu Yin should have called her cousin.
Lu Yin said: "Grind the ink for me."
Ye Qingqing followed Lu Yin, and Lu Yin handed Ye Qingqing the book he was reading before.
He used his magical power to retrieve this book from a distance in the bookstore, but now he couldn't just throw it away and let the book disappear.
Bai Weiwei also followed behind. She only felt that Lu Yin's attitude towards his cousin was not very polite.
She is also his cousin, right?
Lin Ke is also very efficient. He quickly found the staff and asked them to arrange the studio.
Hong Feiquan, although not the owner of the club, heard the news and knew that Lu Yin might be painting. He led a group of painters to come in a hurry, and all of a sudden they were standing next to the studio.
Hong Feiquan also figured out that Lu Yin, a young man, may know how to appreciate paintings, but that doesn't mean that the works he painted must be very good.
No, no, no!
It should be definitely not good!
If Lu Yin's painting level was really high, he would have already become famous.
After all, the circle is so big. If a young painter suddenly appears and his level is extremely high, how could he not know about it?
You must know that it is very easy for literati to make money.
Some calligraphers charge tens of thousands of yuan per word, and they need to pay a deposit first, and then they have to wait until they have time and the mood to write.
I have only heard of the name Lu Yin, so how could he be such a high-level painter?
Hong Feiquan straightened up his demeanor and waited to see Lu Yin make a fool of himself.
Young people, do you really think that if you know a little about it, you don’t know the world? Do you really think that painting is such a simple thing?
Lu Yin walked to the studio and turned a deaf ear to Hong Feiquan and his group. He just said to Lin Ke: "No one can come in. I don't like to be disturbed when I am painting."
Lin Ke was a little embarrassed, this was not hers. She could only turn her attention to Hong Feiquan: "Uncle Hong, look..."
Hong Feiquan's expression was not to mention how ugly he was. He had never seen Lu Yin's painting skills, but this style of painting looked like a master from somewhere else.
"Let him go in and paint!" Hong Feiquan waved his hand. He couldn't insist on going in to observe, right?
Generally speaking, when young people paint, they look forward to getting his guidance. If he can watch from the sidelines, it would be a great honor for any young painter.
But Lu Yin's attitude made it seem as if Hong Feiquan and the others were just a group of unqualified apprentices, and he was the one at the master level.
Hong Feiquan had no objection, so it was naturally difficult for others to enter.
Lu Yin took Ye Qingqing into the studio and closed the door.
"Didn't you say you wanted to learn to paint before?" Lu Yin walked to the table, picked up a brush at random, and said, "Read it later, and leave your name on it after reading it."
"Huh? Why did you keep mine?" Ye Qingqing was a little surprised.
Lu Yin raised his eyebrows and suddenly became stern: "Learn painting first, learn calligraphy first, I just ask you to write your own name, are you afraid that you can't write well?"
"That...that's not true." Ye Qingqing was also a little nervous.
"Grind the ink."
Lu Yin no longer wants to grind it by himself. Everything he does is vaguely mixed with some Taoist rhyme. This is an instinct that even he himself cannot change.
If he grinds it himself, the things he draws will have some bonuses.
The level of the immortal cultivators in today's world is inherently low. Can't Lu Yin paint a painting that directly causes the heaven and earth to have strange phenomena, so that those immortal cultivators can directly enlighten themselves after seeing it?
Ye Qingqing quickly put down the book in his hand and strode to the table to study ink for Lu Yin.
Lu Yin thought about it for a while and decided to keep it simple, the simplest kind, and don’t put too much effort into it.
She has to teach Ye Qingqing, which is actually the most difficult thing.
"Forget it, I'll draw two pictures. You can take a good look at the second one."
"Hmm." Ye Qingqing nodded repeatedly.
Lu Yin glanced at Mo next to him.
Dip the tip of the pen just a little bit, and then start drawing casually.
It was just a few strokes, more like a test of the strokes. Within a minute, the simplest small ink painting appeared in front of Ye Qingqing.
"This..." Ye Qingqing looked at Lu Yin's pen tip attentively the moment Lu Yin started writing.
The moment the pen tip touched the paper, she was entranced.
That little bit of ink is like the beginning of the world and the painting is completed.
She vaguely saw a small eagle hatching from an egg, and the little eagle seemed to be about to jump out of the paper.
Just for a moment, the Qi in her body was turning crazily, nourishing her internal organs.
Ye Qingqing only started to get involved in cultivating immortals recently. Those who cultivated immortals had already started using various medicines to moisturize their bodies before the age of ten. However, she had passed the best time for cultivation. Although she had improved rapidly along with Lu Yin's realm, her foundation was still not very good.
In just a short while, her physique had at least doubled.
"Master... I want to go to the toilet." Ye Qingqing's face turned red. Why would she want to go to the toilet at this time?
"Go!" Lu Yin probably knew what was going on.
Ye Qingqing just realized something again. The impurities in the body are being expelled by Qi. If it is an ordinary cultivator, this process will definitely make the body covered with dirt. However, Ye Qingqing follows Lu Yin's cultivation method. When removing impurities, he probably only needs normal excretion.
There is also a bathroom in the studio. Ye Qingqing rushed in with a red face, and then only heard the sound like rolling waves inside. You should be able to hear it even if the door is closed.
"I'm going to die!!" Ye Qingqing clenched her pink fists tightly, tears almost flowing out.
Having diarrhea at this time is really ruining your image.
Ahhhh!
I don’t know what Lu Yin will think of her.
The image of the fairy is in jeopardy!
It’s over, it’s over!
Ye Qingqing held it for nearly ten minutes. Then, when he was about to flush the toilet, he glanced at it and turned pale with fright.
The black and red inside are intertwined, and the stench is extremely bad. Oh my god, is this really what she excreted?
She is studying medicine herself. In this case, it is either gastric bleeding or hemorrhoids...
Or, she has suffered from some terminal disease?
Ye Qingqing's expression now is very exciting. There is nothing wrong with her stomach, she knows it.
Hemorrhoids? It’s even more impossible!
Could it be that you really have some terminal illness?
Opening the bathroom, Ye Qingqing curled her lips and had red eyes. She walked up to Lu Yin pitifully and said in a tearful voice, "Master, I may have some terminal disease. Please take my pulse. I just took my own pulse and everything feels normal, but...but...take a look."
Lu Yin had already ground the ink. After hearing what Ye Qingqing said, he stretched out his hand, flicked her forehead with his middle finger, and asked, "Is what you pulled out dirty?"
Ye Qingqing touched her head and said in surprise: "How do you know? You...you..."
She originally wanted to ask if you peeked, but after thinking about it, she closed the door. How could Lu Yin peek?
But then I thought about it, her master was a cultivator of immortality, an enigmatic type, maybe he had some clairvoyance ability?
No way!
Did Master really peek at her?