Chapter 258: Grandmaster
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Lin Duanguo trembled uncontrollably, and the trembling became more and more violent. His eyes looked at the opposite side and he wanted to pounce on these damned guys.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Finally, he took these words out of his throat, and Lin Duanguo's voice was full of hatred.
"Don't you think we're all just kidding with you, listen clearly... If we finish the work by then, all of you will kneel down and kowtow to us to admit our mistakes!"
As Wu Daozi spoke, his eyes also looked at Lin Duanguo, and the aura of a painting saint also exuded.
Like him, the faces of those uncles are much more serious.
The reason why everyone is interested in standing up together is that this is a good opportunity for communication. For Chinese literati, poetry and painting must be inseparable!
So although some people are famous for their writing or poetry, their painting level is definitely not comparable to Lin Duanguo's cats and dogs.
Such people have the guts to slander them, so naturally they must be prepared to be punished.
Therefore, Wu Daozi's words were also meant by a group of literati. What kind of person is he, Lin Duanguo, who dared to make them kneel down and apologize?
You know, although the uncles are now in a brand new era, in their minds, the two words of respect and inferiority are the most important thing!
A small country like Goryeo is showing his teeth and claws in front of them. Since he can't kill him, he should at least kowtow.
Lin Duanguo and the apprentices behind him were also taken aback when they heard this.
They never thought that these Chinese people would dare to make such an exorbitant request? Let them kneel down and kowtow to admit their mistakes?
This is simply a great insult!
Seeing a few young men's eyes widen as if they were about to make a move, they followed the black-faced old man with a clang and drew out his sword.
After all, it is a modern society, how many people have seen this kind of formation, the onlookers retreated a few steps, and Chen Wei and Tian Yuan turned pale.
Others don't know how tough these uncles are, but they know it all too well.
Immediately, two people ran over, trying to put the sword back into the scabbard.
Lin Duanguo and his gang were equally terrified, they had never seen such an arrogant and domineering Chinese!
"Will you bet or not? If you don't bet, get out! Don't disturb our interest!"
After not hearing Lin Duanguo's words for a long time, Wu Daozi became angry immediately, and asked with a frown on a step forward.
Hearing this, and seeing the contempt and contempt of Wu Daozi and his gang, Lin Duanguo also became angry.
"Okay! I promise you!"
As soon as the words were out, the bet was established, and the group of uncles seemed to be interested again.
Seeing them walking towards the table, Lin Duanguo worried that these people might cheat, so Lin Duanguo asked his apprentice to lay the paper, prepare the pen and ink, and then blindfolded.
Fortunately, the hall is spacious enough, and those counters are also convenient for drawing, otherwise there would really be no place for so many people to stand.
Seeing that there is such a magical thing as blindfolded painting, and there are so many people together, the onlookers are all very excited, almost all took out their mobile phones and were busy taking pictures.
As for Lin Duanguo and a group of Koreans, there was a sneer on the corner of their mouths.
Painting is a university subject. If you think about Lin Duanguo's learning process over the years and his age, you can understand how much hard work it took to achieve today's level.
Now, a group of Chinese people who don't know their origins actually open their mouths and say that drawing with their eyes blindfolded is better than Lin Duanguo with their eyes open?
What a joke!
There is not even the slightest possibility at all!
So although these uncles haven't written yet, Lin Duanguo and the others already know the result, it must be a mess!
Then when the time comes, not only will he have to pay two million in compensation, but he will also kneel down and apologize!
Thinking of this, Lin Duanguo felt a little relieved, and then he was looking forward to that moment coming soon.
At this moment, the uncles held the pens in their hands almost at the same time.
At this moment, I don't know if it was the illusion of everyone, but the whole hall seemed to have an indescribable momentum and charm!
And that feeling all came from the uncles who have all restrained their minds at this moment!
They stood there, as if there was no wind, and the pens in their hands seemed to have a mighty momentum.
Grandmaster... the real Grandmaster!
Others haven't felt it yet, but as Lin Duanguo, who has been infiltrated for many years and whose paintings basically have everyone's demeanor, the feeling is the most obvious!
Eyes wide open, his mind went blank.
He couldn't believe that he would see such a terrifying scene here!
That's right, it's really scary!
Although the Huaxia people in front of them didn't make any moves at the moment, Lin Duanguo already knew that he would lose with just that kind of momentum, and he would lose so badly!
Only those who have really studied culture will know that after a literati reaches a certain level, there will be differences in realms.
That difference is a spiritual feeling, and the more advanced the person, the more extraordinary he is.
So this is what it means to have a poetic and bookish spirit in your belly!
The reason why Lin Duanhui felt terrified was because he felt the aura of these people in front of him, without any exception...all of them were masters!
What is the concept of a guru?
To explain briefly, there are basically three levels of distinction between literati in the world.
For example, Lin Duanguo can barely be regarded as the first level, that is, everyone's demeanor, one step ahead is a literary hero, and the highest level of recognition...is a master!
There is no one in Korea who has reached the level of a master, and there are only one or two writers!
Even Huaxia has never heard of anyone who has the level of a master in these years, and the number of writers can be counted on two hands!
It is because grandmasters are so rare, so suddenly more than thirty grandmasters appeared in front of his eyes at this moment, Lin Duanguo felt unbelievable.
Others just felt as if the aura of these uncles had changed at the moment, but what Lin Duanguo felt was intoxication and fear.
Intoxication is a literati instinct, and fear is the emotion that arises because of this intoxication.
If someone had told him in the past that one day he would see more than 30 masters blindfolded painting together, he would definitely have thought the other party was a badass.
But today, he felt that he was a villain, and actually let more than 30 masters paint blindfolded together...
The dumbfounded Lin Duanguo was completely speechless.
The shock in his head made him short of breath, and his body was drenched in cold sweat.
Especially with a pair of eyes watching these masters write pens together, and as the ink stained the paper bit by bit, he was actually a little obsessed.
An unattainable state, so high that even people look up and feel supreme!
No wonder Lin Duanguo's master once said that when he first started learning painting, his eyes were full of longing.
Huaxia is a land of magic. The magic of this land is far beyond what other people can understand. It is a kind of leading and shining far away from any civilization in the world.
Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, only Chinese people understand what kind of feelings it is.
The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring vegetation...
The sunset and the solitary duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky...
Nung, moon and new moon……
Poetry and painting talents, too many people shine in the long river of history, even so many people are amazed and impressed!
After so many years, Lin Duanguo thought that his own level was already very high, and he also thought that South Korea's cultural level had left Huaxia far behind.
It was only at this moment that I suddenly realized that the so-called frog at the bottom of the well was probably talking about myself.
More than thirty grandmasters... This is simply a miracle!
Huaxia is more like a high mountain. No country can compare with it, because whenever someone wants to try to climb it, there will always be someone who will stand up and continue.
The uncles on the other side didn't know what kind of shock they had caused Lin Duanguo, they were just immersed in the joy of comparing themselves with others.
Everyone's pen seemed to give birth to their own eyes, jumping and flipping on the paper non-stop, outlining incredible pictures.
The onlookers also gradually forgot to continue taking pictures, and the whole hall became inexplicably quiet, only the sound of pens sliding across the paper...