"Haha~"

"After a long time, it turned out to be a mystery!"

"Unfortunately, I thought, what kind of monstrous ability does this brat really have?"

"Still pretending to spray water on the painting?"

"Now it seems that it's just a trick to bluff people."

"Showing off the crowd!"

There was another ear-piercing chuckle from around.

Yang He said impatiently: "You brat, don't waste your time!"

"Whether you spray it with water or burn it with fire, waste is waste."

"A broken stone cannot become a diamond, and a toad cannot become a white swan!"

"Waste is waste, and you can only be trampled underfoot for a lifetime."

Yang He is condescending, with wanton smiles all over his eyes, and the disdain and contempt in his words are so vivid.

But everyone could hear that Yang He's words seemed to be talking about the painting, but they were actually mocking Ye Fan.

"Accept your fate, bastard~" Yang He sneered.

But at this time, a corner of the painting, which was originally wet with water, wrinkled under Ye Fan's movements.

"Um?"

At this moment, everyone around was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, under the shocking gazes of everyone, they only saw that Ye Fan clamped the wrinkled corners with tweezers, and then pulled carefully, the whole calligraphy and painting was unexpectedly lifted up with a layer as thin as cicada's wings. surface layer.

And with the stirring of the surface, a new painting covered under the surface finally reappeared in the world at this moment!

No, it cannot be said to be a new painting.

Because, the painting that just appeared now has a very similar structure to the painting that Ye Fan wetted with water and peeled off just now, except that the painters are a little different, and the composition elements are exactly the same.

It is still the same, a dead tree shaped like antlers, a strange rock shaped like a snail, and star-pointed dwarf bamboo protruding from behind the strange rock. The clusters of bamboos are scattered, leaning against the rocks and undulating, full of wild charm.

Moreover, in addition to this brush painting, there is also a calligraphy left by Mi Fu next to it: Who is it at forty, who has not made clothes for three years; It's too late, so why don't you know me less; I am happy to meet Fengya, and Sui Yan has not said anything about returning.

The moment the painting was unveiled by Ye Fan, everyone felt that the entire exhibition hall was brightened.

Like a dusty pearl, when the dust disperses, the glory will return to the world! ! !

"This~this~"

"This... Under this painting, there is still a painting?"

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

The scoffing and ridicule towards Ye Fan before came to an abrupt end.

As for Yang He himself, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he just stayed there, dumbfounded. His eyes were wide open, staring at the painting in front of him. JrNovels.com