"Did you paint this painting?" The old man didn't care about Zhou Yan at all, but stared at Luo Zhuo and asked.

"Grandpa Dong, don't believe it. If I hadn't watched him draw it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it." Zhou Yan smiled proudly, as if the painting was drawn by her.

"Impossible, this is impossible." The old man shook his head repeatedly. The old man's name is Dong Chengfang. He is a respected figure in calligraphy and painting. He has been immersed in calligraphy and painting for his whole life. He can't tell the difference between the painting in front of him and the original work. If it is a imitation by an old Taoist master, he may still believe it, but the young man in front of him looks about the same age as Zhou Yan, and he absolutely does not believe that he can imitate such a painting. You must know that Chinese painting generally requires accumulation of age to draw a successful work. Even the original author Huang Binhong formed this style when he was old. Even if it was fake, a young man under twenty years old would never have such a fever.

"This is true. Grandpa Dong, if you don't believe me, I will let him draw a picture for you on the spot." Zhou Yan said with a smile.

Luo Zhuo rolled his eyes and painted as he said he was, thinking that he was a person, but who made him short of money now? As long as he could sell the painting, it didn't matter if he drew another one.

"No need to draw." Dong Chengfang shook his head and said, "I'm old and can't keep up with the age. I want this painting. Girl, please send me to the bank and I'll transfer the money to you."

"I was just kidding you. This painting is a fake, how can I sell it to you? That's it. I'll buy it and give it to you for the old man." Zhou Yan said.

"That's not possible. Even if it's fake, this painting is worth a million. I bought it. I won't think it's too much, do you think it's too much?" Dong Chengfang said the last sentence to Luo Zhuo. Although he still didn't believe that the painting was painted by Luo Zhuo, Zhou Yan also knew that he would not joke with him like this, so he was very polite to Luo Zhuo. People with abilities can always win the respect of others.

"Since that's the case, then make a deal." Luo Zhuo said with a smile. He just didn't want to cheat money. Now he has clearly told Dong Chengfang that the painting is fake. He has to pay one million to buy paintings. Luo Zhuo has no reason to launch the business. He is short of money. "The old man is my first business. I'm in a good mood today. I'll buy one and get one free, and I'll give you another painting."

Luo Zhuo said, lifting up the landscape painting that imitated Huang Binhong, laying a piece of rice paper again, and picking up a brush.

When he saw Luo Zhuo picking up the pen, Dong Chengfang took a conscious step back to avoid disturbing Luo Zhuo's painting. However, his neck stretched forward and unconsciously wanted to see what Luo Zhuo was going to draw.

Luo Zhuo thought about it and found that he was not good at calligraphy and painting. The reason why he could draw paintings that made Dong Chengfang unable to tell the difference between real and fake was because he had the ability to remember everything he had, and his control over muscle strength was extremely wonderful. The paintings he had seen had exactly the same copying of them, which was like a photocopier. It was not that Luo Zhuo's own attainments in calligraphy and painting were comparable to those famous masters who had been famous throughout the ages. After all, he had a specialty in his skills. If he had to draw a painting out of thin air, Luo Zhuo could not draw it.

Holding the pen, Luo Zhuo thought for a moment, and the brush fell on the rice paper again. As soon as the tip of the pen fell, his movements never stopped, and continued. Dong Chengfang was stunned. Except for the TV series, he had never seen any painter painting with such speed.

With just a few strokes, several peaks have already appeared on the paper. However, at one beginning, Dong Chengfang and Zhou Yan couldn't see what Luo Zhuo was going to draw this time, but there was only one expert who took action. When Luo Zhuo's strokes were finished, Dong Chengfang's suspicion disappeared without a trace.

Luo Zhuo moved very quickly, either by clicking or rubbing. In just half an hour, a landscape map was basically completed. The whole picture shows the seclusion scene of the deep mountains. The scenery is divided into two parts, separated by clouds. The close-up depicts a mountain stream coming from the dense forest in the distance. On both sides of the stream, the slopes are stacked, the trees are formed into a forest, lush and lush.

In the distance, the mountains, peaks, slopes and rocks are crisscrossed, and the trees are faintly rippling. The stream water passes by the hidden mountain houses from the forest and winds forward. On both sides of the stream, there are lush trees and lush branches and leaves.

"This is a quiet picture of the Water Pavilion!" Dong Chengfang's hands trembled. He had seen the original work of this painting, and it is now collected in the Nanjing Museum. If the newly released painting in front of him was framed and made a bit old, then even if the two paintings were placed together, Dong Chengfang could not tell which one was real or which one was fake.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, as if he saw something incredible, his little mouth was open cutely, but he said nothing quietly.

"Two paintings, one million, Mr. Dong, you won't lose this deal." Luo Zhuo put down his pen. He knew that he could sell his paintings to someone who is interested in doing the original work. However, he did not have the patience and did not want to do the kind of price-deduction thing. It would be great to sell it to Dong Chengfang.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I wish I could do such a good thing once a day!" Dong Chengfang said with a smile. Although he knew it was a fake, such an exquisite fake, not to mention one million, even two million and three million would be a good loss! Of course, he was happy not to save a lot of money, but to get two famous paintings that were not inferior to the original work, so he could appreciate them well.

Two hours later, Luo Zhuo, who was separated from Zhou Yan, did not go back to school directly. After transferring the money in the bank, Luo Zhuo directly returned 500,000 yuan to Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan didn't know what he was thinking, but he was silent since Luo Zhuo finished the second painting and accepted Luo Zhuo's 500,000 yuan. She drove Dong Chengfang back and put Luo Zhuo down at the school gate.

After Zhou Yan left, Luo Zhuo walked north along the road, and now he was in a huge sum of 500,000 yuan. Yes, for Luo Zhuo now, it was a huge sum of money. He could start with many things that he could not do before. The first thing was that Luo Zhuo was to rent a house. There was no independent space, so it was very inconvenient for him to practice martial arts. He also needed to make some medicines for practicing martial arts by himself. It was too inconvenient to live in the dormitory.

After finding a real estate agent, Luo Zhuo rented a house without much effort. It was a small yard located in the alley. The yard was only three rooms, a living room in the middle and two bedrooms on the left and right. The house was very simple. There was basically nothing else except the bed, and there was no heating or air conditioning. However, Luo Zhuo was very satisfied. Living in the building was not conducive to his practice of martial arts. The yard was relatively quiet, and most people would not go deep into the alley. What’s important is that there was a yard. It was very convenient for him to practice martial arts. It was not necessary for him to practice martial arts. Air conditioning and heating, so he didn’t even pay the price. He rented it directly for a year at a price of more than 2,000 yuan per month. This price was already very expensive for the bungalow, so the landlord was naturally very happy. After giving the landlord a year of rent, the small yard was temporarily belonged to Luo Zhuo.

After cleaning up a little, Luo Zhuo didn't even buy quilts or go back to the dormitory to clean up, so he just set off his posture to practice Zixiao's body refining.

Luo Zhuo, who had long been used to being in power, now he didn't want to endure such a state of almost no power. Moreover, there is a great way of heaven in front of him. If he doesn't seize every minute to practice, then it's not Luo Zhuo.

Luo Zhuo's practice of martial arts, he didn't even notice that Wen Ya gave him the phone was out of battery, and he even forgot everything outside. He didn't know that he disappeared without any noise, causing a lot of noise among his friends again. Wen Ya, Zhao Xiaonian and even Zhou Yan looked for him all over the world, and almost called the police again. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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