Zhou Fengtian actually agreed!

Not only that, he was quick to go out and purchased relevant pigments and paper.

Zhou Fengtian’s episode is very simple this time, and there is no need to be used to it. Just outline this "Picture of Old Monks in Lushan".

The museum director and Secretary Cheng saw Zhou Fengtian's relaxed virtue and knew that this kid must have an idea, although Secretary Cheng was a little confused about Zhou Fengtian's slight behavior.

But he still supported him unconditionally and even began to think about how he should save face for him if Zhou Fengtian fails.

Although Zhou Fengtian's move is shocking enough, it is still too difficult!

"It's still time to quit now, and your reputation is hard-earned." Zhu Jingrun sneered from the side.

He was shocked by Zhou Fengtian's words and deeds just now, but now he has recovered.

When painting blindfolded, it is thousands of times more difficult than blindfolded flying flags!

This is not a level thing.

It was simply impossible. Zhou Fengtian dug a hole for himself and jumped into it!

Zhou Fengtian was very calm, and soon the staff had returned. Zhou Fengtian sorted all the pigments in order and placed them in a certain order.

"Please give me a testimony." Zhou Fengtian smiled faintly, had already taken a ribbon and tied it in front of him in an understatement.

By this time, there was no room for recovery.

Everyone pushed out two steps, and then Zhu Jingrun and Secretary Cheng stepped forward separately and checked Zhou Fengtian's ribbon in front of him, but there was no light.

Then he retreated back to the crowd. Zhou Fengtian walked very slowly and had already walked to the painting table. He gently pinched the wolf brush in his hand.

"He is a mysterious person..." A collector couldn't help but laugh.

But the next second, he couldn't laugh at all.

I saw Zhou Fengtian lifting the wolf's pen, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, staining it in a pot of dark-colored paint for a moment, and then splashing ink with his hands.

He had one hand behind his back, his upper body slightly tilted on the canvas. Every time he drew a stroke, his figure swept across his body like an eagle spreading its wings.

His painting speed was extremely fast, almost to the point where others were shocked.

There was no thought at all. The painting seemed to be his muscle reaction, and he was very relaxed and free, as if he was used to painting this painting.

Too fast!

The tourists in the audience couldn't help but want to exclaim, but in order to prevent them from missing this inexplicable scene, they endured it.

Every stroke falls where you should go, and every stroke and where you land is full of wind and rain.

Soon the mountain is like a mountain, and the mountain is as dark as the distance.

Soon, the monk became a monk and had a clear mind.

A staircase in the mountains winds upwards, and the ascetic old man held a Zen stick in his hand and a hat on his head. He begged for alms, but he didn't know where he was.

In just fifteen minutes, Zhou Fengtian was free and easy, his movements were extremely casual, and his entire picture was interpreted extremely completely.

He shook his brush twice, as if it had formed a fine mist in the mountain stream, floating back and forth, very free and easy.

After throwing the brush, Zhou Fengtian said with great energy: "Let's take a look."

After saying that, he left with his back, and only a large painting that had been completed was placed in front of everyone.

He just spoke wildly, saying that Zhou Fengtian could really do it, so he recognized his father on the spot, and was the first person to pounce on him, lay on the edge of the table, looking at the painting, and was completely silent. Not long after, he roared: "This is impossible...how is this possible!"

When the others heard the howl, they also had an unknown premonition and rushed forward one after another.

Suddenly, a picture of "The Old Monk in Lushan" hanging above it appeared in front of them.

There is no difference!

The beauty is extremely beautiful!

The most terrifying thing is that this was actually done by Zhou Fengtian with his eyes closed. How familiar is this painting to draw such a stunning scroll.

They thought about it, but they couldn't find any inappropriateness in this picture.

Zhou Fengtian made every detail to the extreme, except that the ink traces were slightly penetrated due to the paper.

Apart from that, there is no difference.

And for some reason, everyone can almost feel the artistic conception and Zen meaning that is transcendent in the painting.

Everyone had an idea the moment they saw this painting.

"This is the real thing!"

Zhu Jingrun was also completely stunned. How could he have thought that Zhou Fengtian could really copy the whole painting, but he was still blindfolded... It was so terrible. Is this person a human or a monster?

Secretary Cheng was also shocked, but he smiled faintly, "What do you think about this "Picture of Old Monk in Lushan" by Master Zhou?"

Zhu Jingrun looked at it twice, but at this moment, he saw a trace of unusualness.

He held up the scroll and suddenly laughed.

"Master Zhou's painting skills are still very good... but after all, the painting is average, and the flaws of the fake are too heavy."

Everyone was also confused by his words, and even his companions could not help but reminded: "Zhu Sheng, after our identification, there is no difference between this painting. This is an almost perfect copy..."

Zhu Jingrun shook his head and pointed to a forest in the painting. Looking at the scroll of the forest, there was a faint red color between the forests!

"Look, there are obvious problems with the coloring of this part. You should know that in the records of "The Old Monk of Lushan" from ancient times to the present, red has never been used. The main tone is mainly green. This is clearly a mistake... Master Zhou, you should practice for another two years at your level!" Zhu Jingrun was excited for no reason.

But he turned to Zhou Fengtian, but looked at Zhou Fengtian with a look of mental retardation, and he still refused to speak.

Even Zhu Jingrun felt that she was humiliated by this kid...

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?" After Zhu Jingrun said, the rest of the people also discovered the unusual ones, but this part was extremely small and not many people could pay attention to it.

"It's still a bad game, Master Zhou? I can't even understand the color scheme... I don't think it's hot when I hold this master's name in your hands?" One of them said sarcastically.

Zhou Fengtian sighed, "Doing the kung fu, people should have arrived. If you don't understand anything, don't ask me, just look at the authentic ones."

As he spoke, there was already an extremely sharp sound of planes breaking through the air and emergency landings above his head.

Some people even thought that this was an air strike, and they were so scared that they squatted down and hid in the corner!

Someone has arrived!
Chapter completed!