I Broke Out Of My Grave And Was Yearning For Live Broadcast!

Chapter 70

“Delete statement, apologies!”

The two professors quickly unanimously decided to delete this impolite statement, and then apologized to Ye Xuan.

…

Shortly after.

Netizens who eat melon on Weibo.

“Hey, why did the Starry Sky Museum delete the statement?”

“Hahaha, I guess I was shocked by the old man’s words!”

“Delete and then apologize? Human confusion behavior??”

“Obviously, even if the old man gave them the painting, they wouldn’t dare to ask for it.”

“The old man is still on top, and one sentence scared away the Starry Sky Museum.”

Netizens are talking on Weibo in full swing.

after all,

The approach of the Starry Sky Museum is really funny!

Inside the cabin.

“Master, how about hanging this painting of Master Van Gogh on the wall?”

Peng Peng suddenly suggested.

“whatever.”

Ye Xuan said lightly, he didn’t seem to care about it.

After all, if he really cared about this painting, he would not fall into the old village chief’s house.

The reason why Ye Xuan refused to donate.

The reason is also very simple.

After all, this was given to him by Van Gogh, and it came from the heart of the students.

If he changed hands and donated it, it would be too boring.

Peng Peng happily found a hammer and bound the picture to the wall.

Suddenly, this wall has risen several levels!

“Peng Peng, I remember I brought a set of Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy and painting, and you can hang it up together!”

Afterwards, Teacher He took the copybook.

Suddenly, everyone was a little surprised.

“Teacher He, why are you here to record the show?” Teacher Huang asked.

“Because there were brush writing activities in previous seasons!”

Teacher He explained: “I bring calligraphy and painting to imitate.”

While talking, Teacher He opened the calligraphy and painting.

Suddenly, rows of flying scripts appeared in front of everyone.

This is exactly the masterpiece of Shusheng Wang Xizhi,

Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface! ! !

However, the preface to the collection of the Orchid Pavilion by Mr. He is obviously not the original, but an ordinary copy.

“Handsome!!”

“Although it is a copy version, the running script is too vivid.”

“As expected of the book saint, this word is really handsome!”

“Imprints are so vivid, how can this original Lanting Collection Preface be worth it?”

Teacher He opened this painting.

The water friends started to discuss.

Wang Xizhi!

The most famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty!

I believe everyone here has heard of his name!

“What is it doing on the wall?”

Just when Peng Peng took the calligraphy and painting from Teacher He and wanted to hang it on the wall.

Ye Xuan came over.

Teacher He explained: “Father, these are the calligraphy and paintings I brought. I feel that it will look better when hung on the wall.”

“Calligraphy and painting?”

Ye Xuan asked faintly: “Who wrote the calligraphy and painting?”

Teacher He smiled and said, “It’s Wang Xizhi.”

“Master, have you heard of Wang Xizhi?”

Teacher He then asked again.

“Of course I know him.”

Ye Xuan thought for a while and commented: “This kid is not only from a good background, but also writes well.”

Everyone couldn’t help but shudder in their hearts.

not bad? ?

Is the old man’s evaluation of Wang Xizhi just not bad? ?

This is a man known as a book saint!

Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy is self-contained and has far-reaching influence.

The masterpiece “Lanting Collection Preface” is also known as “the world’s first line of script.”

“Master, you said that Wang Xizhi’s writing is not bad.”

“Is there anything better than Wang Xizhi’s writing in your mind?”

Teacher Huang asked quickly.

Everyone looked at Ye Xuan with surprise.

“It’s not.”

Ye Xuan said lightly: “Although Wang Xizhi’s characters are not the most perfect in my eyes, but throughout the five thousand years of China, there are basically no calligraphy skills that can touch Wang Xizhi.”

This statement came out.

Everyone nodded and agreed.

After all, the dignified book sage, it is not blown out.

The first calligrapher in history is Wang Xizhi.

As for Wang Xizhi’s words, it is not perfect in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

In response to this sentence.

Everyone can understand.

After all, there are a thousand Hamlet in the eyes of a thousand people!

Wang Xizhi counts first in the eyes of many people.

But it definitely does not represent everyone.

“Xiao He, I look a little fake in your painting.”

Ye Xuan glanced at the [Orchid Pavilion Preface] that Teacher He took out, and couldn’t help frowning.

Teacher He explained: “Father, this painting of mine is not the original Wang Xizhi.”

“It’s a copy of the work.”

“That’s fake.”

Ye Xuan said calmly, “I said Xiaohe, why are you hanging fake paintings on the wall, is it really not fragrant?”

Teacher He was taken aback for a moment: “But I don’t have the preface to the Lanting Collection.”

Teacher He’s face was a little helpless.

There was a smile on Ye Xuan’s mouth: “It’s not normal, the real Lanting Collection Preface is here with me.”

The voice fell.

Suddenly, the whole live broadcast room was boiling.

Yearning for everyone is also dumbfounded.

The preface to the real Lanting Collection is actually in the hands of the old man? !

“Master, how come you have a real Lanting Collection Preface?”

“Could it be that Wang Xizhi himself gave it to you?”

Teacher He speculated based on past experience.

“of course not.”

Ye Xuan shook his head: “The Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface in my hand was bought from a drunk man with a pot of wine.”

? ? ?

Everyone was stunned again.

“Which drunk man, prodigal son, this is.”

“A pot of wine, changed the original Lanting Collection Preface, the old man made a lot of money!”

“Does this treat wine as more important than fate?”

“Where can I find such a drunk man?”

The water friends are so angry and funny.

Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface is of great value.

If you change into money, I don’t know how many pots of wine you can buy.

But it was traded out like this.

but.

After thinking that the object of the transaction was Ye Xuan, everyone instantly lost their opinions.

Ye Xuan didn’t tell everyone who the drunk man was, because even he knew what he was called.

This incident has passed for too long.

It is estimated that it has been hundreds of years.

Ye Xuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and a scroll of calligraphy and painting lightly fell on his hand.

“Quickly, old man, open it and take a look.”

Even the director was attracted.

Like Van Gogh’s sunflower, this is a very luxurious thing even at a glance.

“Look first, is it this one?”

Immediately afterwards, Ye Xuan opened the calligraphy and painting.

In a moment, everyone’s eyes were projected over!

“In the nine years of Yonghe, I was in Gui Chou, and at the beginning of spring, I would go to the Lanting Pavilion of Shanyin in Kuaiji, and I would repair it.”

“A group of talented people is complete, and Shao Chang Xian gathers.”

“There are lofty mountains and ridges, and there are lush forests and bamboos.”

“There is a clear stream of turbulent turbulence, reflecting the left and right sides, leading to the flow of curving water, next to it.”

However, when I see it here.

Everyone was horrified to find that the font at the back was so black that it became a ball, and it was a bit unclear…