Chapter 894 Proof of Identity 3
Fu Yunmo was the original master, of course he knew, nodded, and listened to him quietly.
Jiang Enren said again: "I have had the honor of seeing this painting once. The painting method is intricate and complicated. No matter who it is, it cannot be imitated. Even if there are masters, they must copy it. The finished product is also very different from the original. If you can draw the same one without the original painting, it can prove that you are Mr. Yun."
After that, everyone was silent.
The calligraphy and painting world is too familiar with this picture of streams and clouds.
It is almost a height that ordinary people cannot reach. The painting is like a fairyland. One look at it can sink into it.
But this is just a legend. There are only a handful of people present who have had the honor of seeing it.
Seeing Fu Yunmo silent, the old man smiled coldly: "This painting is the most beautiful painting in my heart. If you can't do it, don't insult Mr. Yun."
Jiang Enren breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he proved that he was not Mr. Yun, no one would know the origin of his painting.
Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes without any fear.
After hearing this, Lai Xian also nodded: "Yes, Mr. Fu, since you need to prove your identity, I also think that Mr. Hua Yun's famous stream and cloud painting is more appropriate."
Just as everyone was whispering, Fu Yunmo smiled, as if he was laughing at the ignorance of others.
His peach blossom eyes were very charming, three parts humble, and seven parts talented. He looked at Jiang Enren and raised his lips: "Do you have a good painting book and ink?"
What! ? ? ?
Everyone was stunned, their eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief.
Even the confident Jiang Enren was stunned. After a while, he asked in a questioning voice: "You...how dare you?"
Lai Xian and Wen Yu were very excited.
Fu Yunmo actually agreed. Could it be that he is really Mr. Yun?
Some fans gradually became pale, without the previous vows.
The two old men who had been discrediting Fu Yunmo looked at me and I looked at you, in the wind.
Xiao Jinhan looked at Jiang Enren, who was only a few steps away from him, and the idea he had made up before disappeared in an instant.
Although he didn't know what Sixteen's past was like, he knew her well.
Even if Jiang Enren was talented, it was impossible for her to favor him.
Fu Yunmo's voice was still calm, and he asked him: "Don't you have it?"
"You..."
He interrupted Jiang Enren and whispered: "If not, I can ask someone to get it."
Lai Xian said: "Yes, I will ask someone to prepare it immediately."
You know, even if someone can copy that painting, it is rare in the world, not to mention that Fu Yunmo promised to be exactly the same, and his heart was surging.
Fu Yunmo smiled politely: "Thank you."
Jiang Enren was a little anxious: "Master, I..."
Lai Xian patted his shoulder gently: "Okay, if he can't draw it, I will seek justice for you."
Jiang Enren looked flustered. At this moment, his heart was very confused. Things have developed to a situation that he can't save.
But now, he can only bite the bullet and go on.
Tang Yaoyao leaned back on the leather chair, her eyes full of playfulness, waiting for the next good show.
Ten minutes later.
Drawing paper, pen and ink, all ready, set up in the middle of the hall.
Fu Yunmo began to paint, everyone gathered around him, holding their breath, looking at the white drawing paper.
Even the two old men just now stared at him intently, ready to see his joke.
Good night, see you tomorrow~