Chapter 895 Proof of Identity 4

Under everyone's gaze, Fu Yunmo's hands moved, using both hands, and every stroke was like a master.

When he was painting seriously, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if his mood was changing with the brush.

Just the first one or two strokes, everyone was shocked.

This style, this technique, how can ordinary people do it.

Lai Xian felt that his heart was about to jump out, he looked at the more and more beautiful scenery on the paper, and sometimes looked up at Fu Yunmo's stern face when he was painting.

Every stroke, every painting, is the essence.

It is something that many people cannot learn in ten years.

Not long after, the picture of the stream and clouds was mostly completed.

Fans were shocked: "How... How is it possible? Isn't Mr. Yun a 70-year-old man?"

"Yes, how could this happen? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh my God, this painting... is so beautiful."

"This is just a semi-finished product, and it is so fairyland. Could it be that he is really Mr. Yun?"

"It's amazing. Seeing Mr. Yun paint, I have no regrets in my life."

When Fu Yunmo was painting, the two old men who had been skeptical were stunned.

In the absence of the original picture, it was all based on memory. If this is not the original work, what is it? ! ! !

Lai Xian and Wen Yu, the couple, had long been immersed in it. They had forgotten the involvement in reality and concentrated on watching the Ming family painting.

Tang Yaoyao looked at the third brother, and her heart was also surging.

She also painted, so she naturally understood the essence of the painting. The third brother was really the best painter.

This painting of the third brother was enough to prove that he was Mr. Yun, but no one stopped, because everyone was immersed in such a charming painter and the mirror in the painting.

Jiang Enren looked at the painting in panic. If it were normal, he would have watched it like everyone else.

At this moment, he was filled with fear, and fine sweat overflowed from his forehead. He wiped it several times with his hands, but it couldn't be wiped away.

It's over...

He worked hard for so many years, but today, it's all gone to waste.

After a painting was finished, the hall was silent.

No one dared to question that the Fu Yunmo in front of him was not Mr. Yun.

Lai Xian was so excited that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he quickly stretched out his trembling hand: "Mr. Yun, I have heard of you for a long time, I have heard of you for a long time."

Fu Yunmo shook hands with him, said nothing, but smiled at his lips, and was so beautiful that he could overwhelm the country.

The two old men saw this and their old faces turned red. They never expected that they would confront Mr. Yun, who they had admired for several years.

The old man pulled down his old face and wanted to shake hands with him, and said shyly: "That, just now it was me..."

Fu Yunmo interrupted him lightly: "Being admired by you is a shame for me."

The old man's face turned even redder when he heard it.

Another one also lowered his head, thinking of the dog-eyed and low-key remarks just now, and regretted it.

The fans were silent.

Only Tang Yaoyao smiled lightly, she just didn't expect that the third brother, such a talented man, would also be poisonous.

This slap in the face came too fast like a tornado.

It's great~

"Senior..."

Lai Xian interrupted him hurriedly, admiring him sincerely: "No, no, no, in the calligraphy and painting world, you are our senior. I really didn't expect that Mr. Yun would be you. You are so young and so talented. I can't stand this senior."

Fu Yunmo is a proud person. He is not polite to him, nor is he hypocritical. He just looks at Jiang Enren.

At this moment, his gentle and polite manners with his eyes lowered diminished, and he was very cold: "Do you need to show any other proof?"

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