Chapter 514

The auctioneer looked at the girl walking slowly in front of him and only felt that his vision had been greatly impacted.

"Like a dragon getting water and a tiger running to the mountain, the young lady's view is quite novel, but the five tigers in the painting have their own strengths and weaknesses. What explanation should we make?"

The mirror stepped onto the stage. Under the light, the white skirt swayed and elegant, and the waist was soft and wonderful.

She looked at the five tigers in the painting with different expressions and said faintly, "it's difficult to draw bones by drawing dragons and tigers. Everyone knows what's the next sentence?"

Mao Nana couldn't wait to reply: "know people, know face, don't know heart."

We don't know why Mingjing suddenly mentioned this sentence, but we saw that Mingjing stretched out his slender index finger and lit the most cruel and ferocious tiger. Its physique is huge and accounts for one third of the picture, so its eyes are particularly eye-catching.

"Mr. Qu, please look here."

Qu Lanting took a step forward and took a close look. At this look, he couldn't help but open his eyes and take a breath.

Qu Lanting has a high position of power and is always happy and angry. It's the first time for everyone to see his emotions so exposed. They can't help but be shocked, which is more shocking than the shock that this painting may bring.

"I see," he exclaimed

Wen Ruo stepped forward and glanced at the mirror with a smile: "master's works always surprise people, but you can see through it at a glance, which is enough to prove that he is a wise man. If master is still there, he will like you."

What makes everyone curious about the mystery in the painting.

Qu Feitai glanced over and exclaimed, "there's a mystery hidden in this painting. Mirror, you're so powerful."

Because Qu Lanting and Wen Ruo were there, we didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but the bottom of our heart was anxious like something.

The auctioneer looked at the mirror in surprise. If there was Wen ruo's words, the ending was set.

"The young lady has a good idea. She has solved the mystery of this painting. I don't know her name?"

Qu sanshao just called her Mingjing. The name seems familiar.

The girl stepped back and kept away from the crowd: "Mingjing, Jiangzhou people."

There are many people who know Mingjing at the scene, and those who don't know him have also left a deep enough impression.

The auctioneer nodded: "Miss mirror, wait a moment."

Then he took the painting and showed it to the public to solve their doubts.

Thin lotus leaf can't wait to see, but there is another mystery in the fierce tiger's eyes. The depths of the fierce pupil are like a faint world. A man raises his right hand high. Between his fingers, it is the lifeblood of the baby's throat, which makes people shudder.

In the other eye, however, it is self-evident that the mother tiger sucks the young tiger and licks the calf.

If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

However, the most wonderful thing about this painting is the extreme contrast. You think the most ferocious tiger also has a warm side. You think that the human beings who look down on you are actually cruel killers.

What a man who knows his face but not his heart.

Ji Rouen saw nothing for a long time and muttered; "Make a mystery."

After we understood the mystery of this painting, we couldn't help but look at the mirror.

It's impossible to see so clearly even with a telescope. Either she has seen the painting before, or she just found it. Such insight is too terrible‘

Bai Weining glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth turned away secretly. "Has sister Mingjing seen this painting before? Otherwise, how can sister Mingjing find the mystery that even Mr. Qu didn't find?"

She looked at the mirror in front of her. She could never let her steal all the limelight.

After robbing Qu Lanting of her love, the door of the Qu family can't be boarded. There is no place for her in the circle of Jingzhou.

Qu Feitai frowned and glanced at the whiteness of her eyes. What is she doing?

Every word is digging a hole for the mirror.

Before he could speak, the mirror made a sound: "master Qi Yun's realm, how can we understand it so easily? What Mr. Qu said just now is very true. What I said is only a one-sided solution. You are welcome to express your views."

Blocking her with Qu Lanting's words, Bai Weining was neither returning nor not returning, and his chest was suffocated.

Qu Lanting looked at the mirror and smiled and raised his eyebrows; "I am convinced of my great views."

Although Qu Lanting has a gentle attitude, his inherent dignity, even when smiling, gives people a sense of silent oppression, which young people rarely can carry.

The girl opposite was neither humble nor arrogant, as if the person in front of her was not Qu Lanting, but a stranger who looked at her equally.

"Mr. Qu is as open-minded as a valley. I have heard a lot about his name. When I see him today, he really deserves his reputation."

Qu Lanting burst out laughing, looking in a good mood.

Everyone was shocked that Qu Lanting was not angry and seemed to appreciate the mirror?

Some unexpected, but when you think about it, it's reasonable.

Who is Mr. Qu? How could he argue with a little girl? He didn't disgrace his identity.

But since then, Mingjing will never want to stay in the Beijing circle.

The auctioneer looked carefully between the two, and finally came to the mirror with a wink: "Miss mirror, please smile."

"Dare she take it?" Bai Weining sniffed.

Qin Qiuxi hooked her lips: "why don't you dare?"

"Sister-in-law, she dares to rob things from Mr. qu. it's bold."

Qin Qiuxi glanced at her with a smile, which seemed to see through Bai Weining's careful thoughts. Bai Weining trembled in his heart: "sister-in-law ~"

"You see, people not only accept it, but also accept it with peace of mind. This pattern is not shared by everyone."

Qin Qiuxi didn't like Spiegel any more, and had to admit that the so-called celebrities in Jingzhou were simply tortured and killed compared with her.

Even the thin lotus leaf, which has just been in the limelight, has lost its sense of amazement under the comparison of this girl.

Bai Weining took a look. Mingjing really accepted it. She stood up and said, "according to the rules of the auction house, you should leave a baby. Just now the leaf said it was good and has no economic ability. The treasure you took out is just offering flowers to Buddha. It's better for you to follow the leaf and leave a pair of ink treasures. If one day you leave your name in history, this auction house will be the right bet."

What is imitation? The words are indecent. Wen Ruo frowned and looked at the white eyes.

"Miss Bai, why don't you come up and leave a pair of ink?"

Bai Weining's face changed slightly and hurriedly said, "master Wen is joking. How can my words be elegant."

"So you know yourself." Wen Ruo hooked his lips.

Bai Weining reluctantly smiled: "compared with sister Mingjing, my words are naturally difficult to be elegant. Sister Mingjing is a God and extremely smart. How can a pair of words defeat her?"

The auctioneer was trying to butter up the Bo family and deliberately held the thin lotus leaf. The auction house does not lack the pen and ink of famous experts.

One is fresh, and the other is to imitate.

I picked up a green water with the bead and wondered if I could pick up another leak next.

Bai Weining thought carefully. All of you are smart people. It's impossible not to see it. She wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate the mirror.

Bo Lianye was brought up by Mrs. Bo since childhood. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a famous talented woman in Jingzhou. She is proficient in writing inflammatory characters, which can be said to be unparalleled among her peers.

What does the mirror compare with thin lotus leaves? It's just a mockery and self humiliation.

The auctioneer looked at the mirror and said, "what do you think, miss?"

The mirror smiled and nodded: "then trouble the teacher."

Bai Weining was proud and looked at the thin lotus leaf quickly. She asked for it.

Wen Ruo and Qu Lanting sat down again. Qu Feitai took a deep look at the mirror and silently said come on.

The staff quickly carried up a large desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. In the inkstone, the ink has been polished.

Ji Rouen patted the back of thin lotus leaf's hand, "leaf, your calligraphy is handed down by your grandparents. No one of your peers can surpass it. What can this girl compare with you?"

Bo Lianye doesn't worry at all. Mingjing grew up in the mountains when she was a child. The conditions are difficult. There are no conditions to practice calligraphy. Without the blessing of famous posts, it's natural not to worry.

Mao Nana rolled her eyes silently when she heard Ji Rouen's words.

She admitted that the leaf is powerful, but she can belittle the mirror. The sister-in-law Bo is too narrow-minded and blind the family style of the Bo family.

"Mother, don't say that again. You should know that there are people outside and there are days outside."

Mao Nana nodded with satisfaction. The girl had a good heart and was not crooked by her mother.

The mirror pulls up his sleeves, spreads out rice paper, lifts the brush, concentrates and settles down, and writing becomes a trend.

The crowd looked at the girl on the high platform, dressed in white, with her black hair scattered on her shoulders. The little face was thin and white, her eyebrows and eyes were calm and calm, her slender jade hands adhered to the brush, and the tip of the pen was like an elf attached to her body. The outline was like a whirl and completed at one go.

Before and after only half a minute, the mirror pen aside.

The auctioneer has been standing by and watching the mirror's every move. When the mirror starts to write the first word, his eyes slowly open round until finally his eyes seem to be protruding.

People can't see what the mirror wrote. They can only speculate from the auctioneer's look. Is it good or bad?

Probably the latter. Sure enough, there are thin lotus leaves in the world. How can there be women of the same age who are more talented than thin lotus leaves?

"This is... This is flying white body?" The auctioneer said in a startled voice, which was torn by too much excitement.

Wen Ruo Wen took a quick step forward and took a look. At this look, he was surprised and looked deeply at the bright mirror.

"It's wonderful. It's white and has eight points of ancestral characters. It has a beautiful gentleman, refined prose, silk lingering, arrows exciting, and electricity surrounding the snow. It's as shallow as flowing fog, as thick as tunyun, as bright as immortals, and dancing with a flock of cranes. Who cares? Yu plays Cai Jun, which is written by Zhang Huaixiang, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty China praises Cai Gong's feibai's words. Feibai characters are difficult to work, and the threshold is very high. They are as powerful as flying, and the stippling shows their whiteness. Their elegant flying is unparalleled in the calligraphy world, and once took the lead in one fell swoop. "

Wen Ruo looked at the big characters painted with iron and silver hooks on the rice paper, and his inner excitement was unspeakable.

Flying white style is lonely because it is very difficult to practice compared with other fonts. It requires not only outstanding talent, but also certain calligraphy skill foundation and cultural connotation, as well as extremely strict requirements for ink dipping, strength and writing speed. On these conditions, it also needs constant and hard study in order to achieve high artistic attainments.

"It is as strong as a steel wire, as elegant as a floating cloud, flexible and ethereal, with clear brush path, white silk and broken meaning. At the junction, the pen can move freely and transition naturally, reaching the highest level of flying white body. This is the beauty of calligraphy and art!"

Wen Ruo said that where he was excited, he was eloquent and eloquent. He didn't see enough when he picked up the big characters.

"The kind-hearted moth eyebrow is jealous, and the Buddha says that the original resentment is a kiss, and the rain bamboo hat, smoke and rain rain rainbows and rainbows go back, and there is neither love nor anger with others..." Wen Ruo sang softly and said three good words, which showed the excitement in his heart.

The open-minded mind is reflected between the lines, which makes this elegant font more flexible and flying. If the spring wind blows over the willows, it looks like a meteor across the sky, the heroic place is like a cliff waterfall flying, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent with the sunset.

All the calculations of the city government, deliberate, in front of such a pair of words, they will be defeated and defeated.

One thought of kindness, all things are good.

The kindness of one heart celebrates all things.

Wen ruo's performance is obvious to all. Bai Weining doesn't know anything about flying white body, but you can see from Wen ruo's attitude. This time, the mirror showed the limelight and completely pressed down the thin lotus leaf.

She suddenly looked at qulanting. Qulanting came to Wenruo and studied every word carefully. Her eyes did not hide their admiration.

Bo YuXun bowed his head and smiled. Ah Yu, look, your daughter is so excellent.

Your blood and Bo Jia's blood are flowing in her bones.

Bo Yujian glanced at it. He didn't have much attainments in calligraphy, but the old mother at home was everyone here. She had been influenced by it since childhood and knew a little appreciation. From this look, we can understand the reason why Wen Ruo and Qu Lanting appreciated it so much.

If this picture comes from a 50-year-old man who has read all the vicissitudes of life, it is not uncommon, but it comes from a teenage girl, which is a legend.

The pride from her bones made her disdain the industry of lips and teeth. This Zen poem is her silent and gentle counterattack.

In silence, shocking.

Bo Yujian took a deep look at her and remembered this beautiful face.

Compared with her own daughter, she really can afford a sentence that is difficult to ascend the hall of elegance.

Why have you never heard of such talent and appearance before?

But from tonight on, no one will know.

Thin lotus leaf's face is slightly white. Bei Chi tightly bites her lower lip and looks at the silent and gentle girl on the stage. Her face is always with a faint smile. She is neither proud nor proud, and she doesn't know what glory and light will be waiting for her.

She just stood there quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy.

Her silence, like silent ridicule, was more unbearable than slapping her face.

The pride of the Bo family daughter is broken to pieces today and tonight, at this moment, under the witness of everyone.

Cong Yan took a cold breath. Was Jin Jin's godmother so powerful?

It's the first time for Wen Ruo to get such praise.