Ye Qingcheng was not interested in calligraphy and painting, so he went back first.

On the way to the Han family.

Liu Yan'er was extremely excited because according to Mr. Han, he had just taken a photo of a master Yunlu, which would be displayed tonight.

Lu Yun asked curiously: "Is that Master Yunlu very powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing."

"Master Yunlu is a master of freehand calligraphy and painting. Every painting of his painting only has a few strokes, but it can express a very wonderful artistic conception."

"Also, this Master Yunlu is extremely mysterious. It is said that no one has seen his true appearance so far!"

When talking about Master Yunlu, Liu Yan'er immediately became a fan of being a slut, and she talked endlessly.

Master Yunlu is her idol.

Lu Yun was a little chewy and curled his lips and said, "I want to see how powerful that Master Yunlu is, and deserves your liking."

Hearing his words, Liu Yan'er suddenly looked strange: "Xiao Luyun, are you jealous?"

Lu Yun turned his head and did not answer.

Liu Yan'er smiled and comforted, "Okay, Xiao Luyun, don't be jealous. What I like is the works of Master Yunlu, not himself. Maybe he is an old man in his seventies or eighties?"

“It’s almost the same.”

Lu Yun's face looked a little better, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

His feelings for his sisters are very complicated, and it is certain that he likes them, but I don’t know which type of likes it is.

If you only treat them as sisters, why did Sister Yan'er feel a little uncomfortable when she said she likes others just now?

But if it weren't for the love between siblings, how should the seven sisters deal with this relationship? Could it be that the seven sisters really want to marry them?

In this case, it would be too domineering, and Lu Yun himself looked down on him a little.

After thinking about it all, the Han family arrived.

The butler stood at the door to greet him.

"Miss Liu, the master specifically told me to wait for you here, please come with me!"

"Um!"

The two followed the housekeeper to an ancient attic, which was specially built by Mr. Han to collect calligraphy and paintings.

When I entered the attic, there were already many people inside.

"Haha, Miss Liu, please come in quickly."

I saw an old man with a white beard on his face greeted him with a smile on his face.

He is Mr. Han.

Liu Yan'er took the initiative to introduce: "Old Han, this is my younger brother, Lu Yun."

"Mr. Lu, welcome."

Mr. Han was very friendly and showed a kind smile to Lu Yun.

Lu Yun also returned politely.

"Miss Liu, I know you like Master Yunlu, so I waited for you to come before I started to display Master Yunlu's works."

As Mr. Han said, he led the two to the exhibition hall.

Liu Yan'er was flattered and said, "Thank you, Mr. Han."

Soon, enter the showroom.

Suddenly, several unhappy gazes pierced.

A man with a greasy head snorted coldly, "I thought he was such a big air. It turned out to be Miss Liu from Ye Qiangwei Bar. But this is an elegant place, not a place where you can twist your butt at will."

His words were full of sarcasm, especially the word "Miss", which was very serious.

Several sneering sounded around.

They were all looking forward to watching Master Yunlu's works. Liu Yan'er made them wait for so long, so naturally they didn't like it.

Take this opportunity to ridicule a few words.

Mr. Han frowned and said, "Zhu Rong, how did you speak? Everyone is a lover of calligraphy and painting. You should put aside your professional factors and live in harmony."

"Sorry, Mr. Han, it's not that I don't give you face, but because I'm not used to living in the same room with pointed-mouthed animals."

Zhu Rong spoke more and more presumptuously.

The so-called pointed animal means chicken.

A trace of coldness flashed in Liu Yan'er's eyes, but before it even occurred, Lu Yun had already stepped forward and slapped Zhu Rong away.

He absolutely does not allow anyone to insult his sister.

Even if Jesus comes, he will not do it.

Moreover, with his outstanding medical skills, Lu Yun had long seen that Sister Yan'er was still a virgin.

The charm she showed should be disguised.

Therefore, Lu Yun did not allow them to slander Sister Yan'er's innocence.

"Then you dare to hit me..."

Zhu Rong got up from the ground in a mess, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to settle accounts with Lu Yun, but suddenly he heard a cold shout: "Apologize to Miss Liu and Mr. Han!"

The person who spoke was Zhu Rong's father Zhu Hongyuan.

The father and son are both calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, and were invited to visit Mr. Han’s collection today.

"dad……"

"Apology! Otherwise get out of here!"

Zhu Hongyuan ordered, with an undisputed tone.

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth and, although he was unwilling to give up, he apologized: "Miss Liu, I'm sorry! Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been asking for trouble!"

The person next to him immediately smoothed out:

"Everyone is relieved. Today we came for Master Yunlu, so we won't talk about personal grudges."

"Yes, yes, yes, harmony makes money!"

"Old Han, hurry up and take out Master Yunlu's paintings to give us long eyes. We have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Seeing that everyone was so impatient, Old Han stopped hiding and turned around and pulled out a scroll of painting from the many collections.

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Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up and they exclaimed: "It's indeed the work of Master Yunlu."

Master Yunlu's works are distinctive and usually use the most concise brushes to depict the deepest artistic conception.

As long as everyone takes a look, they will know that this is the original work of Master Yunlu, and they cannot be imitated.

Liu Yan'er's eyes were also lit, but she never noticed that Lu Yun, who was standing next to her, had a strange expression on her face.

Isn’t this something I drew when I was thirteen years old?

Lu Yun clearly remembered that one day at the age of thirteen, he finished practicing martial arts and was bored. He happened to see an eagle parked above his head, so he drew it in a simple stroke.

What impressed him the most was that he accidentally dripped the red juice on the eagle's head.

The painting that Mr. Han displayed at this moment can obviously see the red marks from above.

This shows that this painting was indeed written by Lu Yun.

Yunlu, Lu Yun…

Lu Yun understood something in an instant.

When he painted these paintings, he was just entertaining himself, and threw them away after the paintings, and didn't take them seriously at all.

The old Taoist must have secretly taken these paintings down the mountain and created a Master Yunlu who did not exist at all.

It’s true that I have not entered the world, but my legend has already existed in the world.

Old Taoist Master, you are simply a marketing genius!
Chapter completed!