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

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 of Master Yunlu and would display it tonight.

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

"Of course it's great."

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

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

When talking about Master Yunlu, Liu Yan'er immediately turned into a nymphomaniac and talked endlessly.

Master Yunlu is her idol.

Lu Yun was a little amused, curled his lips and said, "I want to see how powerful that Master Yunlu is, and whether he is worthy of your liking."

Hearing his words, Liu Yan'er suddenly had a strange look on her face: "Xiao Lu Yun, are you jealous?"

Lu Yun turned away and did not answer.

Liu Yan'er smiled and comforted: "Okay, little 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 face looked better now, but he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He has very complicated feelings towards his sisters. He definitely likes them, but he doesn't know what kind of like they are.

If he only regards them as sisters, then why did he feel a little uncomfortable when Sister Yan'er said she liked someone else just now?

But if it weren't for the love between siblings, how should the seven sisters handle this relationship? Do you really want all seven sisters to marry you?

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

After thinking about it for a long time, the Han family arrived.

The butler stood at the door to greet you.

"Miss Liu, my master specifically asked me to wait for you here. Please come with me!"

"Um!"

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

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

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

I saw an energetic old man with a white beard coming over to greet me with a smile on his face.

He is Mr. Han.

Liu Yaner took the initiative to introduce him: "Mr. 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 replied politely.

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

Mr. Han said as he led the two of them towards the exhibition hall.

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

Soon, enter the showroom.

Immediately, several unhappy glances came over me.

A greasy-headed man snorted coldly: "I thought who was so arrogant, but it turned out to be Miss Liu from the Night Rose Bar, but this is an elegant place, not a place where you can twist your butt casually."

His words were full of sarcasm, especially the word 'Miss', which was very harsh.

There were also a few sneers all around.

They were all looking forward to viewing Master Yunlu's works, and Liu Yan'er was naturally not happy that she kept them waiting for so long.

Take this opportunity to say a few words of ridicule.

Mr. Han frowned and said, "Zhu Rong, what are you talking about? We are all lovers of calligraphy and painting. 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 it's because I'm not used to living in the same room with sharp-mouthed animals."

Zhu Rong spoke more and more boldly.

The so-called sharp-beaked animal means chicken.

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

He would never allow anyone to insult his sister.

Not even when Jesus comes.

Moreover, Lu Yun, with his excellent medical skills, had already figured out that Sister Yan'er was still a virgin.

The charm she showed was probably all disguise.

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

"How dare you fucking hit me..."

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

The speaker was Zhu Rong’s father, Zhu Hongyuan.

Both father and son are lovers of calligraphy and painting, and today they were invited to visit Mr. Han’s collection.

"dad……"

"Apologise! Otherwise get out of here!"

Zhu Hongyuan ordered, with a tone that could not be criticized.

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

The person next to him immediately smoothed things over and said:

"Everyone calm down, we are here for Master Yunlu today, and we don't want to talk about personal grudges."

"Yes, yes, harmony brings wealth!"

"Mr. Han, please quickly take out Master Yunlu's paintings and show them to us. We have been looking forward to them for a long time."

Seeing how impatient everyone was, Mr. Han stopped showing off and turned around to pull out a scroll from the many collections.

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Suddenly everyone's eyes lit up and they exclaimed: "It is indeed the work of Master Yunlu."

Master Yunlu's works have distinctive features, usually depicting the most profound artistic conception with the simplest brushwork.

As long as everyone takes a look at it, they will know that this is the original work of Master Yunlu, and no one can imitate it.

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

Isn't this something I drew when I was thirteen?

Lu Yun clearly remembers that one day when he was thirteen years old, he finished practicing and was bored. He happened to see an eagle parked above his head, so he drew it with simple strokes.

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

At this moment, in the painting displayed by Mr. Han, red marks can clearly be seen on it.

This shows that this painting is indeed by Lu Yun.

Yunlu, Lu Yun...

Lu Yun understood something instantly.

When he painted these paintings, he did it purely for his own entertainment. He threw them away after he finished painting, not paying attention to them at all.

The old Taoist priest must have secretly brought these paintings down the mountain and invented a non-existent Master Yunlu.

It’s true that before I entered the world, the world already had my legend.
Chapter completed!