Chapter 18 Master Yunlu
Ye Qingcheng was not interested in calligraphy and painting, so she went back first.
On the way to Han's house.
Liu Yan'er was extremely excited because according to Mr. Han, he had just photographed an authentic painting by Master Yunlu and would display it tonight.
Lu Yun asked curiously, "Is Master Yunlu very powerful?"
"Of course it's great."
"Master Yunlu is a master of freehand painting and calligraphy. Each of his paintings only uses a few strokes, but they are able to express a very wonderful artistic conception."
"Moreover, this Master Yunlu is extremely mysterious. It is said that no one has ever seen his true appearance!"
When talking about Master Yunlu, Liu Yan'er immediately turned into a crazy little fan girl and talked incessantly.
Master Yunlu is her idol.
Lu Yun felt a little jealous and curled his lips and said, "I want to see how powerful Master Yunlu is and whether he deserves your love."
Hearing what he said, Liu Yan'er suddenly looked strange: "Little Lu Yun, are you jealous?"
Lu Yun turned his head away and did not answer.
Liu Yaner smiled and comforted him, "Okay, Xiao Lu Yun, don't be jealous. I only like Master Yunlu's works, not him himself. Maybe he is actually an old man in his seventies or eighties?"
"That's pretty much it."
Lu Yun's expression looked better, but he had a strange feeling in his heart.
His feelings towards his sisters are very complicated. He likes them for sure, but he doesn't know what type of love it is.
If he only regarded them as sisters, then why did he feel a little uncomfortable when Sister Yan'er said that she liked someone else?
But if it wasn't the affection between siblings, then how should the seven sisters handle this relationship? Did he really have to let all seven sisters marry him?
This was too overbearing, and Lu Yun even looked down on himself.
After a lot of thinking, the Han family arrived.
The butler stood at the door to greet him.
"Miss Liu, the master specifically asked me to wait for you here, please follow me!"
"Ok!"
The two followed the butler to an antique attic, which was specially built by Mr. Han to collect calligraphy and paintings.
When we entered the attic, there were already quite a few people inside.
"Haha, Miss Liu, please come in quickly."
I saw an old man with a bright spirit and a white beard coming towards me with a smile on his face.
He is Mr. Han.
Liu Yaner took the initiative to introduce: "Mr. Han, this is my younger brother, Lu Yun."
"Mr. Lu, welcome."
Mr. Han was very friendly and gave Lu Yun a kind smile.
Lu Yun also responded politely.
"Miss Liu, I know you like Master Yunlu, so I waited for you to come before showing you Master Yunlu's works."
As Mr. Han spoke, he led the two of them toward the exhibition hall.
Liu Yan'er was flattered and said, "Thank you, Mr. Han."
Soon, enter the showroom.
Immediately, several displeased glances came over.
I heard a greasy-haired man snort coldly: "I was wondering who was so arrogant, it turns out to be Miss Liu from the Night Rose Bar. But this is an elegant place, not a place where you can just shake your butt casually."
His words were full of sarcasm, especially the word "Miss", which he emphasized very strongly.
There were also a few sneers from the surroundings.
They were all looking forward to viewing Master Yunlu's works, and naturally they were unhappy that Liu Yan'er had made them wait for so long.
Take this opportunity to make a few remarks.
Old Han frowned and said, "Zhu Rong, how can you talk like that? We are all calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, we should put aside professional factors and live in harmony."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Han. It's not that I don't give you face, but I'm not used to being in the same room with animals with sharp beaks."
Zhu Rong's words became more and more outrageous.
The so-called animal with a pointed beak means the chicken.
There was a flash of coldness in Liu Yan'er's eyes, but before she could react, Lu Yun stepped forward and slapped Zhu Rong, sending him flying.
He would never allow anyone to insult his sister.
Even if Jesus came, it wouldn't work.
Moreover, with his outstanding medical skills, Lu Yun had already figured out that Sister Yan'er was still a virgin.
The charm she displayed was probably just a disguise.
Therefore, Lu Yun would not allow them to slander Sister Yan'er's innocence.
"How dare you hit me..."
Zhu Rong got up from the ground in a panic, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to settle accounts with Lu Yun, but at this moment he suddenly heard a cold shout: "Apologize to Miss Liu and Mr. Han!"
The speaker was Zhu Rong's father Zhu Hongyuan.
Both father and son are calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, and they were invited to visit Mr. Han’s collection today.
"dad……"
"Apologize! Or get out of here!"
Zhu Hongyuan gave the order in a tone that brooked no room for argument.
Zhu Rong gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling, he still apologized: "Miss Liu, I'm sorry! Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have caused trouble!"
The person next to him immediately tried to smooth things over:
"Calm down, everyone. We are here today for Master Yunlu. We are not talking about personal grudges."
"Yes, yes, harmony brings wealth!"
"Mr. Han, please quickly bring out Master Yunlu's paintings for us to see. We have been looking forward to it for a long time."
Seeing that everyone was so impatient, Mr. Han didn't keep the audience in suspense and turned around to pull out a scroll painting from the many collections.
Unfold.
Suddenly everyone's eyes lit up and they exclaimed: "It is indeed the work of Master Yunlu."
Master Yunlu's works are distinctive, usually using the simplest brushstrokes to depict the most profound artistic conception.
As soon as everyone takes one look at it, they will know that this is the original work of Master Yunlu, and it cannot be imitated.
Liu Yan'er's eyes also lit up, but she didn't notice that Lu Yun, who was standing next to her, had a strange expression on his face.
Isn’t this what I drew when I was thirteen?
Lu Yun clearly remembered that one day when he was thirteen years old, he finished practicing and was bored. He happened to see an eagle perched above his head, so he drew it with a simple pen.
What impressed him most was that he accidentally dropped the red juice on the eagle's head.
The painting that Mr. Han showed at this moment clearly had red marks on it.
This shows that this painting was indeed created by Lu Yun.
Yunlu, Lu Yun...
Lu Yun understood something instantly.
When he first painted these pictures, it was purely for his own amusement. He threw them away after he was done and didn't take them seriously at all.
The old Taoist priest must have secretly taken these paintings down the mountain and fabricated a Master Yunlu who did not exist at all.
It is true that even though I have not yet entered the world, there is already a legend about me in this world.
Old Taoist master, you are simply a marketing genius!