The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 514: Legend

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

Like a dragon in water, like a tiger galloping up a mountain, Miss's point of view is quite novel, but the five tigers in the painting have their own strengths and weaknesses, so how should we explain it?

Ding Jing stepped onto the stage, under the light, the white skirt fluttered and flowed, and the waist was soft, which was beyond words.

She looked at the five tigers with different expressions in the painting, and said indifferently: Drawing a dragon and a tiger is difficult, everyone knows, what is the next sentence?

Mao Nana couldn't wait to reply: Knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing the heart.

Everyone didn't know why Ming Jing suddenly mentioned this sentence, but Ming Jing stretched out his slender index finger and pointed at the most brutal and ferocious tiger. Extra eye-catching.

Mr. Qu, please look here.

Qu Lanting took a step forward and took a closer look, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he took a deep breath.

Qu Lanting has a high position and authority, and he has always been indifferent to emotions. This is the first time that everyone has seen his emotions so exposed, and they can't help being shocked. This is even more shocking than the shock that this painting may bring.

He exclaimed, That's how it is.

Wen Ruo walked up to take a look, then glanced at the mirror with a smile: Master's works always surprise people by surprise, but you can understand it at a glance, which is enough to prove that you have roots of wisdom. If the master is still here, you will surely I like you.

This extremely high evaluation made everyone's hearts rise again, and they couldn't help but wonder what the mystery in the painting is.

Qu Feitai leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help exclaiming: It turns out that this painting has hidden secrets, Ming Jing, you are too powerful.

Because of Qu Lanting and Wen Ruo's presence, everyone didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but they were anxious like something in their hearts.

The auctioneer looked at Ming Jing in surprise, and with Wen Ruo's words, the ending has been decided.

Miss, good advice, I have solved the mystery of this painting, I don't know the name of Miss?

Just now, Third Young Master Qu called her Ming Jing, and the name seemed familiar.

The girl took a step back, away from the crowd: Mingjing, Jiangzhou Renshi.

There were quite a few people who knew Der Spiegel at the scene, and those who didn't know were left with a deep enough impression.

The auctioneer nodded: Miss Mingjing, wait a moment.

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

Bo Lianye couldn't wait to look, but saw another mystery hidden in the fierce tiger's eyes. The depths of the cruel pupils seemed to be a faint world. A man raised his right hand high. Between his fingers was the lifeblood of the baby's throat. shudder.

But in the other eye, it is self-evident that the mother tiger is breastfeeding her cubs and licking her calves.

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

However, the most wonderful thing about this painting is the extreme contrast. The tiger you thought was the most ferocious also had a tender side, and the human you thought was looking straight up was actually a cruel executioner.

It's a good one who knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart.

Ji Rouen looked at it for a long time but didn't see anything, and muttered, It's a trick.

After everyone understood the mystery of this painting, they couldn't help but look at the bright mirror with admiration.

From such a distance, even with a telescope, it is impossible to see so clearly. Either she has seen this painting before, or she just discovered it. This kind of insight is too terrifying. '

Bai Weining glanced at it, and twitched the corner of his mouth secretly, Sister Ming Jing has seen this painting before? Otherwise, even Mr. Qu didn't discover the mystery, how could Sister Ming Jing find out?

She looked at the bright mirror in front of her, absolutely not, let her steal all the limelight.

If you snatch Qu Lanting's love, don't even think about entering the Qu family's door. There is absolutely no room for her in the circle of Jingzhou.

Qu Feitai frowned and glanced at Bai Weining, what is she doing?

Every sentence is digging a hole for Der Spiegel.

Before he could open his mouth, Ming Jing said: Master Qi Yun's realm, how could we allow us to understand it so easily. What Mr. Qu said just now is very true. What I said is only a one-sided interpretation. Everyone is welcome to express their opinions.

Using Qu Lanting's words to block her, Bai Weining would not return, nor would he not return, his chest was oppressed with anger.

Qu Lanting looked at Ming Jing, smiled and raised his eyebrows; I have a good opinion, and I am convinced.

Although Qu Lanting had a gentle attitude, his innate majesty gave people a silent sense of oppression even when he smiled, and few young people could bear it.

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

Mr. Qu is as humble as a valley, and I have admired his name for a long time. Seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

Qu Lanting laughed out loud, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone was shocked, Qu Lanting was not angry, and seemed to appreciate Ding Jing?

Some unexpected, but after careful consideration, it is reasonable.

Who is Mr. Qu? How could he care about a little girl?

But from now on, Der Spiegel will definitely not want to hang around in the Beijing circle.

The auctioneer looked carefully between the two, and finally held the painting and came to Ming Jing with a winking look: Miss Ming Jing, please accept it.

Does she dare to take it? Bai Weining scoffed.

Qin Qiuxi hooked her lips: Why not?

Sister-in-law, she dared to snatch things from Mr. Qu, she is so audacious.

Qin Qiuxi glanced at her with a half-smile, that look seemed to see through all of Bai Weining's careful thoughts, Bai Weining's heart trembled slightly: Sister-in-law~

Look at them, they not only accept it, but also accept it with peace of mind. This pattern is not for everyone.

Qin Qiuxi doesn't like Ding Jing anymore, but she has to admit that those so-called celebrities in Jingzhou are simply cruel compared to her.

Even Bo Lianye, who had just gained the limelight, lost her sense of surprise in the comparison of this young girl.

Bai Weining took a look, and Ming Jing really accepted it. She stood up without thinking and said, According to the rules of the auction house, you have to keep a treasure. What Ye Zi said just now is good. If you don't have the financial means, take it out. Treasures are nothing more than borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, why don't you follow the example of Ye Zi and leave a pair of ink treasures, in case one day it will be famous in history, this auction house will be considered the right treasure.

What does it mean to imitate, the words are indecent, Wen Ruo frowned and looked at Bai Weining.

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

Bai Weining's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: Master Wen is joking, how can my calligraphy be elegant.

So you have self-knowledge. Wen Ruo curled her lips.

Bai Weining forced a smile: Compared with Ming Jing's sister, my handwriting is naturally difficult to be elegant. Ming Jing's sister is a god of learning and extremely smart. How can a single word be difficult for her?

The auctioneer deliberately held Bo Lianye in order to flatter the Bo family. The auction house is not short of famous writers.

One is fresh, and the other is imitation.

I missed a Green Water Suizhu, and wondered if I could pick it up again next time.

Bai Weining's petty thoughts, all of you are smart people, it's impossible not to see that she wants to take this opportunity to humiliate Der Spiegel.

Bo Lianye was raised by Mrs. Bo herself since she was a child. She is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a well-known talented woman in Jingzhou.

What Mingjing compares with Bo Lianye is nothing but imitation and self-inflicted humiliation.

The auctioneer looked at Ming Jing: What do you think, Miss?

Ming Jing smiled and nodded: Then I will trouble the teacher.

Bai Weining's eyes were smug, and she quickly glanced at Bo Lianye, she asked for it herself.

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

The staff quickly brought up a large desk, on which were placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones. In the inkstones, the ink had been ground.

Ji Rouen patted the back of Bo Lianye's hand, Yezi, your calligraphy was passed down from your grandmother, and no one of your peers can surpass it. How can this girl compare to you?

Bo Lianye was not worried at all. Ming Jing grew up in the deep mountains, and the conditions were difficult. Wherever he had the conditions to practice calligraphy, there was no need to worry about it without the blessing of famous posters.

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

She admits that Ye Zi is powerful, but she uses this to belittle Ming Jing. This sister-in-law Bo is too narrow-minded, and she has blinded the Bo family's family tradition.

Mother, don't say such things again. You must know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond heaven.

Mao Nana nodded in satisfaction. This girl has a good heart and was not misled by her mother.

Ming Jing rolled up his sleeves, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, concentrated his attention, and wrote like a style.

Everyone looked at the girl on the high platform, dressed in a white dress, with ink hair scattered on her shoulders, and a thin and white face, with calm and calm eyebrows, and a slender hand holding a brush. The tip of the brush seemed to be possessed by an elf. .

After less than half a minute, Ming Jing raised his pen and put it aside.

The auctioneer has been standing by and watched Ming Jing's every move. When Ming Jing began to write the first word, his eyes slowly widened until finally the eyeballs were so big that they seemed to protrude.

Everyone couldn't see what Ding Jing wrote. They could only guess from the auctioneer's expression whether it was well written or poorly written.

Probably the latter, sure enough, there is already Bo Lianye in this world, how can there be a woman of the same age who is more talented than Bo Lianye?

This is... is this Feibai body? the auctioneer exclaimed, his voice was torn from being too excited.

Wen Ruowen stepped forward quickly and took a look. After this look, he couldn't help being surprised, and took a deep look at Mingjing.

Miaozai Feibai, the ancestor's character is eight points, there is a beautiful gentleman, embellished and elegant, the silk lingers and the arrow stimulates, and the electricity surrounds the snow atmosphere. Light as a flowing mist, thick as a cloud, the spirit of the immortals, the dance of the cranes, who is there? His Qinsi? Playing Cai Jun, this is what Zhang Huaiguan, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, praised Cai Gongzhi Feibai in Book Break, Feibai is difficult to craft, and the threshold is extremely high. He is unrivaled in the world of calligraphy, and he once dominated in one fell swoop.

Wen Ruo glanced at the large characters painted with iron and silver hooks on the rice paper, and his inner excitement was beyond words.

The reason why Feibai font is lonely is that it is extremely difficult to practice compared with other fonts. It requires not only outstanding talent, but also a certain foundation of calligraphy skills and cultural connotation, as well as excellent skills in dipping ink, strength, and speed of writing. Strict requirements, on top of these conditions, persistent and hard study is required to achieve extremely high artistic attainments.

It's as strong as a steel wire, as elegant as a floating cloud, agile and misty, with clear brushwork, silky white lines, broken strokes, and smooth strokes at the joints, with natural transitions, reaching the highest level of Feibai style. This is the beauty of calligraphy. The beauty of art!

When Wen Ruo talked excitedly, he was eloquent and eloquent, and he couldn't get enough of the big characters.

Compassion is as long as the eyebrows are jealous. The Buddha said that resentment is relatives. The rainy hat and smoke will return. There is no love and no anger with others... Wen Ruo groaned softly, and even said three good words, which can be seen Inner excitement.

The open-minded mind is reflected between the lines, making this elegant font more agile and flying, like the spring breeze blowing through the willows, like shooting stars across the sky, and the heroic place is like flying cliffs and waterfalls, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent at sunset.

All the calculations and deliberations of the city government, in the face of such a word, they will be defeated without a fight, and the army will be defeated.

One thought of kindness, all things are good.

One-hearted kindness, all things are celebrated.

Wen Ruo's performance is obvious to all, Bai Weining doesn't know anything about Feibai body, but from Wen Ruo's attitude, it can be seen that this time Ding Jing stole the limelight again and completely suppressed Bo Lianye.

She looked at Qu Lanting suddenly, and Qu Lanting walked to Wen Ruo's side, studying each word carefully, her eyes were full of admiration.

Bo Yuxun lowered his head and smiled, Ah Yu, look, your daughter is so outstanding.

Your blood flows in her bones, as does the Bo family's blood.

Bo Yujian glanced at him. He didn't have any accomplishments in calligraphy, but the old mother in the family was one of them. She had been influenced by it since she was a child and knew a little bit of appreciation. After seeing it, she understood why Wen Ruo and Qu Lanting admired it so much. up.

It would not be surprising if this painting came from a fifty-year-old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, but it is a legend if it came from a teenage girl.

The pride from the bottom of her heart makes her disdain to create karma with her 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 deserves a sentence that is difficult to be elegant.

Such talent and appearance, why have I never heard of it before?

But starting tonight, no one will know about it.

Bo Lianye's face was slightly pale, she bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, and looked at the silent and gentle girl on the stage. She always had a faint smile on her face. She was neither proud nor proud, and she didn't know what was waiting for her. What kind of glory and light will she have.

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

Her silence, her seemingly silent mockery, was even more unbearable to her than slapping her in the face.

The pride belonging to the daughter of the Bo family, and today, tonight, at this moment, under the witness of everyone, was shattered.

Cong Yan took a deep breath, is Jin Jin's godmother so powerful?

It was the first time for Wen Ruo to be praised so highly.