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Jizhou is the first of the nine states.

From ancient times to the present, Jizhou has been a place rich in history and culture, and Jizhou is also a gathering place for many literati.Du Mu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty, once served in Jizhou.

Qiufeng Villa.

Draw the place where the sanctuary lives.

At this time, in a spacious studio, Painting Sheng Mo Chenggui was looking at a painting of mountains and rivers on the wall with his hands behind his back. This work took him half a year to complete.

But for some reason, when he saw the work taking shape, he didn't feel any joy at all. Instead, he became more and more dissatisfied with his work, always feeling that something was missing.

It stands to reason that for a painter like Mo Chenggui, even a random painting would be a masterpiece.

However, masters often have more stringent and demanding requirements for themselves.

"It's weird. I can swallow mountains and rivers with my power, and I have such a majestic atmosphere. Why do I always feel like there's something missing?"

Mo Chenggui frowned and looked at the scroll in front of him. He kept shaking his head and almost wanted to take off the scroll, tear it up and repaint it.

"Old Mo!"

Just as Mo Chenggui frowned and looked at his work, a servant came in from outside.

Mo Chenggui didn't look back, let alone reply. He still stared at Zhi's work.

"Old Mo."

The servant came behind him and spoke again.

Mo Chenggui frowned, turned around and said dissatisfiedly: "If you have anything to do, just tell me!"

The servant looked tense and did not dare to neglect. He quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words.

"what?"

After hearing this, Mo Chenggui's face changed, and then he asked, "Is everything you said true?"

"It's true."

The servant nodded.

"How is it possible? Lan'er's painting skills are not as good as mine, but they are at the level of a first-class master. With his eyes, how can he ask for fake paintings?"

Mo Chenggui turned around and asked.

"I don't know either. This matter has become a big deal now. Even Mr. Yu has come forward."

The servant shook his head.

"Yu Wenchang?"

Mo Chenggui raised his eyebrows and immediately asked, "Then what did he say?"

"Mr. Yu didn't say whether it was true or not. He just said, I asked Mr. Mo to see it for yourself and you will know."

The servant replied.

"Ask me to see it in person..."

Mo Chenggui's face darkened, and he asked himself to go see it in person, which showed that the painting was indeed fake in all likelihood, but he did not expose it in public because of his own dignity.

"Do you know which master's paintings Lan'er is looking for?"

Mo Chenggui pondered for a moment and continued to ask.

"Old Man Kongshan!"

"Old Man Kongshan?"

Mo Chenggui's eyes widened in vain when he heard these four words, and he was a little surprised and said: "Is this the old man Kongshan who shocked the literary and Taoist circles of Daxia three years ago with his performance of "Stepping on the Clouds"?"

"Yes, at the art exhibition at that time, a young man who claimed to be a disciple of the old man Kongshan pointed out in public that the works Lan Shaoqiu brought were fake. Now the Qingzhou literary and Taoist circles are laughing at Lan Shao."

The servant nodded.

"Laughing at Lan'er?"

Mo Chenggui's face turned dark and he snorted coldly. He was not mocking his apprentice. This was undoubtedly a slap in his face.

"Go, prepare the plane. I want to go to Qingzhou overnight to see what's going on!"

Mo Chenggui waved his hand and ordered.

The most important thing for literati is that a teacher has a good reputation. His disciple's national tour is extremely important. It affects whether he can join Qinglian Bookstore. As a master, he naturally cannot sit idly by.

Just when Mo Chenggui was about to take a flight to Qingzhou.

Over in Qingzhou, Yu Wenchang had already led Qin Yun and his group to an elegant restaurant.

In the private room, Qin Yun was sitting on a stool.

Yu Wenchang sat opposite him and said with a smile: "Little friend Qin, what happened just now is indeed a bit difficult to say in public. Well, to express my apology, how about I ask Lan Tian to make amends to you?"

After speaking, he looked at Lan Tian sitting opposite.

When Lan Tian heard this, his face suddenly darkened. He looked at Yu Wenchang and said, "Why should I apologize, Mr. Yu? Do you really believe that this kid is a disciple of Mr. Kongshan?"

Yu Wenchang frowned and said: "Lantian, you should know in your mind whether that painting is true or false. No matter whether Xiaoyou Qin is a disciple of the old man Kongshan, you still have to apologize for it. Scholars say that a master is a teacher. Xiaoyou Qin can see it at a glance If you see that the painting is fake, you should apologize.”

Hearing this, Lan Tian blushed with anger and his neck was thick. He wanted to stand up and refute, but due to Yu Wenchang's face and identity, he did not dare to explode.

However, it is impossible for him to apologize to Qin Yun. How can he, a dignified disciple of Painting Sage, apologize to an unknown boy? How will he survive in the literary and Taoist world if word spreads about it?

"Old Yu, to put it bluntly, there are specialties in the arts. If this matter is about writing, I will apologize if you ask me to do so."

"However, when it comes to paintings, I believe there is no one in the world who is more qualified and capable than my master, so I want to wait until my master comes before making a decision!"

Lan Tian snorted and said.

I'm thinking in my heart, you're such a mess as a calligrapher. If you weren't called the Saint of Calligraphy, I wouldn't even look at you.

"Ok?"

Yu Wenchang didn't expect that Lan Tian would dare to talk to him like this. No matter what, he was an elder and was as famous as his master. This was simply outrageous!

"Haha, okay, okay, it seems that Old Mo has cultivated a disciple with a very unique personality."

"Okay, since you want to wait for your master, then just wait. Okay, Xiaoyou Qin and I still have something to talk about, so you should leave first!"

Although Yu Wenchang had a good temper, he was a little unhappy when he was so provoked by a junior.

Moreover, I am protecting his reputation. Since he is so ungrateful, why should I care about him?

"Humph!"

Lantian himself also lost his temper, snorted coldly, stood up and left.

After Lan Tian left, Yu Wenchang shook his head slightly and said: "It is difficult to achieve greatness if you have talent but no virtue."

After saying that, he looked at Qin Yun with a guilty look on his face and said, "Little friend Qin, I'm sorry. I didn't expect him to be so arrogant and arrogant."

Qin Yun shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter, he's just a clown. I just hope he can apologize publicly and return my master's reputation. By the way, it's best to catch the faker."

"Don't worry about this. This matter will definitely reach the ears of Painting Saint. When the time comes, I will also pay attention to the whole process. If someone is really an impostor, I will definitely give you and Old Man Kongshan justice."

Qin Yun nodded: "That's good."

After Yu Wenchang finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, looked at Qin Yun and asked: "Little friend Qin, are you really a disciple of Old Man Kongshan?"

"What? Are you still doubting?"

Qin Yun raised the corners of his mouth and said with a half-smile.

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Yu Wenchang shook his head repeatedly, and then said: "I just find it a bit unbelievable. After all, it is said that Old Man Kongshan has no disciples."

The corner of Qin Yun's mouth curled up: "Since you said it was a rumor, how true can it be? Since I said that Old Man Kongshan is my master, it is absolutely true, and you have also seen my paintings. Let me ask the painting sage, he Can the paintings of Master Kongshan be restored on-site with such a high degree of restoration?”

"This……"

Yu Wenchang was speechless for a moment. Yes, even the most powerful copying master in the world may not be able to copy the paintings exactly like the old man Kongshan. After all, there are too many details, and deliberately imitating them would be counterproductive.