Master Yunlu

Ye Qingcheng was not interested in calligraphy and painting, so he went back first.

On the way to the Han family.

Liu Yan'er was very excited, because according to Mr. Han, he just took a photo of an authentic painting by Master Yunlu, and it will be displayed tonight.

Lu Yun asked curiously: "Is that Master Yunlu very powerful?"

"Of course it's great."

"Master Yunlu is a master of calligraphy and painting in the freehand style. Each of his paintings has only a few strokes, but they can express a very wonderful artistic conception."

"Moreover, this Master Yunlu is extremely mysterious. It is said that no one has seen his true face so far!"

As soon as Master Yunlu was mentioned, Liu Yan'er immediately turned into a nympho girl, and she talked endlessly.

Master Yunlu is her idol.

Lu Yun was a bit apprehensive, curled his lips and said, "I'd like to see how powerful that Master Yunlu is, he deserves your liking."

Hearing his words, Liu Yan'er suddenly showed a strange expression: "Little Lu Yun, are you jealous?"

Lu Yun turned his head away and didn't answer.

Liu Yan'er smiled and comforted, "Okay, little Lu Yun, don't be jealous. What I like is only Master Yunlu's works, not him himself. Maybe he is really an old man in his seventies or eighties?"

"That's about the same."

Lu Yun's face looked better now, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

His feelings for his sisters are very complicated. He likes them for sure, but he doesn't know what type of love he has.

If he only regarded them as older sisters, then why did he feel a little uncomfortable when Sister Yan'er said that he liked others just now?

But if it wasn't for the love between siblings, how would the seven sisters handle this relationship? Could it be that they really wanted all seven sisters to marry him?

If this is the case, it is too domineering, and Lu Yun himself looks down on himself a little bit.

After a lot of thinking, the Han family arrived.

The butler stood at the door to greet him.

"Miss Liu, the master specifically asked me to wait for you here, please come with me!"

"Um!"

The two of them followed the butler to an antique attic, which was specially built by Mr. Han to collect calligraphy and paintings.

When entering the attic, many people were already inside.

"Haha, Miss Liu, please come in quickly."

I saw a spirited Qu Shuo, an old man with a white beard on his face, greeted him with a smile on his face.

He is Mr. Han.

Liu Yan'er took the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Han, this is my younger brother, Lu Yun."

"Mr. Lu, welcome."

Old Han was very friendly and showed a kind smile to Lu Yun.

Lu Yun also replied politely.

"Miss Liu, I know you like Master Yunlu, so I waited for you to come before I began to show Master Yunlu's works."

While talking, Mr. Han led the two of them to the exhibition hall.

Liu Yan'er was flattered and said, "Thank you, Mr. Han."

Soon, enter the showroom.

Immediately, several displeased eyes pierced over.

A greasy-haired man snorted coldly: "I thought who was being so arrogant, it turned out to be Ms. Liu from the Night Rose Bar, but this is an elegant place, not a place where you can just twist your butt."

His words were full of sarcasm, especially the word 'Miss', which he bit very hard.

There were also a few laughs from around.

They were all looking forward to watching Master Yunlu's works, so Liu Yan'er was naturally displeased to keep them waiting for so long.

Take this opportunity to ridicule a few words.

Elder Han frowned and said, "Zhu Rong, what are you talking about? We are all lovers of calligraphy and painting, so we should put aside professional factors and live in harmony."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, it's not because I don't give you face, but because I'm not used to being in the same room with sharp-billed animals."

Zhu Rong's words became more and more presumptuous.

The so-called sharp-billed animal means chicken.

There was a flash of coldness in Liu Yan'er's eyes, but before it happened, Lu Yun had already stepped forward and slapped Zhu Rong away.

He absolutely does not allow anyone to insult his sister.

Even if Jesus came.

Moreover, with his excellent medical skills, Lu Yun had already seen that Sister Yan'er was still a virgin.

The charm she showed should be all in disguise.

Therefore, Lu Yun did not allow them to slander Sister Yan'er's innocence.

"How dare you fucking hit me..."

Zhu Rong got up from the ground in embarrassment, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to settle accounts with Lu Yun, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a cold shout: "Apologize to Miss Liu and Mr. Han!"

It was Zhu Hongyuan, Zhu Rong's father who spoke.

Both father and son are calligraphy and painting lovers, and today they were invited to visit Mr. Han's collection.

"dad..."

"Apologize! Otherwise get the hell out of here!"

Zhu Hongyuan ordered, with an uncompromising tone.

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth. Although he was not reconciled, he still apologized and said, "Miss Liu, I'm sorry! Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be making trouble!"

The people next to him immediately smoothed things over and said:

"Calm down, today we are here for Master Yunlu, and we will not talk about personal grievances."

"Yes, yes, harmony makes money!"

"Mr. Han, quickly show us the paintings of Master Yunlu. We have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Seeing that everyone was so impatient, Mr. Han didn't hold back anymore, and turned around and pulled out a scroll from the many collections.

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Immediately, everyone's eyes lit up, and they exclaimed: "It really is the work of Master Yunlu."

Master Yunlu's works have distinctive features, and usually use the simplest brush to depict the most profound artistic conception.

As long as everyone takes a look at it, they will know that this is the authentic work of Master Yunlu, and it is impossible to imitate it.

Liu Yan'er also had bright eyes, but she never noticed that Lu Yun was standing next to her with a strange expression on her face.

Isn't this what I drew when I was thirteen?

Lu Yun clearly remembered that one day when he was thirteen, he finished practicing and was bored. He happened to see an eagle parked above his head, so he drew it with simple strokes.

What impressed him the most was that he accidentally dripped red juice on the eagle's head.

In the painting displayed by Han Lao at this moment, the red mark can be clearly seen from above.

It shows that this painting is indeed made by Lu Yun.

Yunlu, Lu Yun...

Lu Yun instantly understood something.

When he painted these paintings back then, it was purely for self-entertainment, and he threw them away after he finished them, without paying any attention to them at all.

It must be that the old Taoist priest secretly took these paintings down the mountain, and made up a non-existent Master Yunlu.

It's true that I haven't entered the rivers and lakes, but there are already legends about me in the rivers and lakes.

Master Taoist priest, you are simply a marketing genius!