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"I can see it." Yan Chu replied slowly.

Gongsun Yi sneered: "Boy, don't know how to pretend to understand. If you didn't see the reason, but said that you saw it, it would be insulting to be gentle. Don't blame the old man for driving you out!"

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, there is no need for juniors to pretend to understand."

Yan Chu pointed to the painting and said: "The old man's paintings are in a realistic style. The paintings are green mountains and green waters and fertile fields. It should be a very lifelike painting, but because there is one thing missing, this painting is gone. pissed off."

After listening to Qianji Yuge, he quickly re-examined Gongsun Yi's painting, but he didn't expect it to be like what Yan Chu said.

Gongsun Yi painted life, but there was too much immortality, without a trace of tackiness, but felt a little awkward.

Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds before he slowly nodded and said, "Your luck is not bad, let you be right."

It is not so easy to get this proud old man to bow his head and be convinced.

"President Yan, then tell me, what should I add to this painting?" Qian Ji Yuge asked.

Yan Chu pointed to the house in the painting and said with a smile: "It's very simple-cooking smoke."

"Cooking smoke?"

Qianji Yuge was still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes lit up.

He quickly picked up the pen, moistened the ink, and then added a few strokes to the painting.

I saw smoke rising from the house in the painting. Although the surrounding green mountains and green waters were as beautiful as a fairyland, the whole painting was harmonious because of the wisps of smoke. Gongsun Yi’s painting was not Wonderland, but a paradise full of fireworks.

"Really...a lot of harmony!" Qian Ji Yuge said in surprise.

She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu's eyes more. She didn't expect that this opening would be an unreliable head of molesting, and she actually knew how to paint.

Gongsun Yi could also look up to Yan Chu a little.

But he still didn't have a good face to Yan Chu: "Do you really know how to paint?"

"A little bit." Yan Chu showed humility.

"To know how to paint, you must first understand painting," Gongsun Yi said, "you come to comment, how is my painting?"

Qian Ji Yuge's complexion eased a lot, and Gongsun Yi could let Yan Chu comment on the painting, indicating that the uncle had already agreed with Yan Chu at least halfway.

Otherwise, if anyone came here, he would dare to criticize Gongsun Yi's paintings. It would be strange if Gongsun Yi didn't cut him off.

As long as Yan Chu can compliment Gongsun Yi with a few words, things will be easy to handle.

However, Yan Chu said decisively: "Trash."

"what did you say!?"

Gongsunyi's eyes were almost staring out of his eye sockets, and the beard on his chin rose up, and he could not wait to roll up his sleeves and fight Yan Chu immediately.

Qianji Yuge was also very anxious, and quickly winked at Yan Chu.

Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu seemed very calm.

According to his understanding of the head of Yan, Yan Chu's so-called "understand a little bit" means "I am so fucking super awesome".

Therefore, Li Fugui was completely at ease with Yan Chu, and was not worried that Yan Chu would overturn the car.

"Smelly boy, can you say it again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily.

Yan Chu cleared his throat and said seriously: "Rubbish, it's just... ugly, ugly, gluttonous, I feel like vomiting after seeing it, and I want to step on my feet..."

Gongsun Yi stepped back, couldn't help covering his heart, his face turned green with anger.

"Yan Chu, shut up!"

Qianji Yuge's complexion changed, and he quickly stepped forward to help Gongsun Yi.

Gongsunyi clutched his heart, and pointed to Yan Chu's hand shaking slightly: "Smelly boy, old man, I have lived for thousands of years, and I have never been so humiliated by anyone. Are you sincerely looking for death?!"

Yan Chu spread his hands out innocently: "It's the old man that you asked me to comment on paintings. Do I have to say good things when criticizing paintings? If the old man hears all good things, how can I make progress?"

"Let you praise the painting well, not let you humiliate me!"

"But what you always paint is rubbish."

"...I'm so angry!!!"

Gongsun Yi's body is very good on weekdays,

If he weren't reconciled, he would just leave, I'm afraid he just kicked his legs and drove Hexi.

"Grandpa Gongsun, don't be angry!" Qianji Yuge said to Yan Chu while mentioning Gongsun Yi's breath, "Yan Chu, can't you just talk?"

Qianji Yuge was so anxious that he didn't even call Yan Chu the head of Yan, but directly called his real name.

Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly:

"But in my eyes, the old man's painting is not good. UU reading www.uukanshu.com."

"You do it, you go!" Gongsun Yi said angrily, "If your kid paints better than me, the old man, I call your grandpa!"

Qianji Yuge hurriedly stopped and said, "Grandpa Gongsun, this must not be done!"

"Do you think I will lose?" Gongsun Yi became even more angry. "If I lose to this kid, what if I call him Grandpa?!"

Qian Ji Yuge was helpless.

She knew that Yan Chu was not an idle person, and it was impossible to stimulate Gongsun Yi for no reason.

Could Yan Chu really be a master painter?

What about Gongsun Yi?

Isn't it shameless to call someone else's grandfather when he gets old?

"Yuge, don't talk about it!"

Gongsunyi directly put the pen in his hand into Yan Chu's hand: "I'll give you the pen, you can paint!"

Yan Chu took the pen and tried to make gestures.

He hadn't learned calligraphy in his previous life, so he couldn't use this kind of pen at all.

Seeing Yan Chu's unfamiliar appearance, Gongsun Yi couldn't help but ridicule: "Ignorant kid, I am afraid that he has never even grasped a pen, and doesn't know a few big characters!"

"Master, don't worry."

Yan Chu smiled slightly and laid paper on the table again.

He held the pen and thought for a while.

Think of him for five thousand years in China. There are so many famous artists. Just pick one or two masterpieces and use the ability to paint and copy them directly on the drawing paper.

Isn't it easy to kill Gongsun Yi in seconds?

At the thought of having a grandson more than a thousand years old, Yan Chu felt enthusiastic.

"Smelly boy, hurry up and write, don't you know how to draw?" Gongsun Yi urged.

"Don't worry, old man, I will draw now."

Yan Chu has a clear mind and writes silently.