After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Chapter 42

"Painting Saint?"

Qi Linqing was startled.

He didn't know who the painting saint in the other party's mouth was.

But to get such praise, I think he should be a very powerful character.

Qi Linqing lowered his head and glanced at his painting, not knowing which type of brushwork the other party asked.

If it is to order noodles, isn't it something he was inspired to create when he traveled through Guilin?

Why is it related to painting saints?

At this moment, Qi Linqing remembered the doubts about the provincial game that day.

These techniques he created...No one was interested in Tang Dynasty at all, but Mr. Xu was extremely excited at that time.

Including now, the old man with silver hair in front of the judges saw his paintings behave in the same way.

Is it because the world of modern Chinese painting is so lonely?

So they are extremely thirsty for knowledge when they see the techniques created by this third-rate painter.

When Qi Linqing thinks of this, his heart feels like being grasped by a pair of invisible hands, aching.

Yan Jiade stared at him anxiously, and asked again: "Where are you from?"

"My master... has passed away a long time ago." Qi Linqing whispered, "He never left his name during his lifetime, and I don't know the specifics."

Yan Jiade automatically understood when he heard that, this young master who has passed away is probably a hidden master.

It is not allowed that the ancestors of his family have been related to Fu Yi, or he has infiltrated and researched techniques from Fu Yi's paintings.

Both of these, no matter what, interested him very much.

Yan Jiade still wanted to ask more questions.

However, at this time, other judges who did not know the truth had already stepped forward and pulled him away.

The judges pointed out in their hearts: What's the matter with you? The young man is just a little better! You don't even care about your old face and come forward to strike up a conversation.

Especially one of the judges who looked 70 or 80 years old, leaning on crutches, looked at Yan Jiade with a complicated expression.

He is Mo Mingxuan, recognized by China as the top master of Chinese painting.

Masters are also divided into three, six or nine grades. Mo Mingxuan's status and status, it can be said that he is currently the only famous Chinese painter who can be recognized in the Chinese painting industry and can be admired by foreigners.

And the Yu Jinghuan mentioned before is nothing more than his apprentice.

This time, Mo Mingxuan was repeatedly invited by Yan Jiade and finally took the time to come over and give advice to the juniors.

Who would have thought of breaking this embarrassing situation of old cows eating tender grass? !

Mo Mingxuan couldn't bear to stare, if he didn't care about his face, he was afraid that he would wave his sleeves and leave on the spot.

"Professor Yan! Have you forgotten the rules? You can't talk to the players casually during the game... You will be misjudged for cheating instead."

The judge Wu Zhen sighed helplessly.