The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 514

Chapter 514 Legend

The auctioneer looked at the girl walking slowly in front of him, only to feel that his vision was greatly impacted.

"Like a dragon catching water, like a tiger rushing to the mountain, the young lady's point of view is quite novel, but the five tigers in the painting have their own strengths and weaknesses, what should I explain?"

Mingjing stepped onto the stage. Under the lights, the white skirt swayed and elegant, and the waist was soft, which was wonderful.

She looked at the five tigers with different expressions in the painting, and said lightly, "It's hard to draw a dragon and a tiger, everyone knows, what's the next sentence?"

Mao Nana couldn't wait to reply: "Know the person, know the face but not the heart."

Everyone did not know why Ming Jing suddenly mentioned this sentence, but they saw Ming Jing stretched out her slender index finger and pointed at the most cruel and ferocious tiger. Its physique was huge and took up one-third of the picture, so those eyes were also Extraordinarily conspicuous.

"Mr. Qu, please look here."

Qu Lanting took a step forward and looked at it carefully. Upon seeing this, his eyes widened and he gasped.

Qu Lanting has a high status, and has always been indifferent to emotion and anger. It was the first time everyone saw his emotions so exposed, and they couldn't help but startle, which was even more shocking than the shock that this painting might bring.

He exclaimed: "So it is."

Wen Ruo stepped forward and glanced at Mingjing with a smile: "Master's works always surprise people by surprise, but if you can understand it at a glance, it is enough to prove that you have a root of wisdom. If Master is still there, he will definitely like you."

This extremely high evaluation made everyone's heart twitch high again, and they couldn't help but wonder what the mystery in the painting was.

Qu Feitai leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help but exclaim: "So this painting has hidden secrets, Mingjing, you are so amazing."

Because Qu Lanting and Wen Ruo were here, everyone didn't dare to be too presumptuous, but their hearts were so anxious.

The auctioneer looked into the clear mirror in amazement. With Wen Ruo's words, the ending was already decided.

"Miss Gao Jian, broke the mystery of this painting, don't know the name of Miss?"

Qu Sanshao just called her Mingjing, which seemed a little familiar.

The girl took a step back, away from the crowd: "Der Spiegel, Jiangzhou people."

There are a lot of people who know Ding Jing at the scene, and those who don't know it have left a deep enough impression.

The auctioneer nodded: "Miss Mingjing, wait a moment."

Next, I took the painting and showed it to everyone to browse, so as to solve everyone's doubts.

The thin lotus leaf couldn't wait to look, but saw another mystery hidden in the eyes of the fierce tiger. The depths of the cruel pupils were like a faint world. A man raised his right hand. Between his fingers, it was the lifeline of the baby's throat. shudder.

And in the other eye, there is a tigress breastfeeding a cub, and the affection of licking her calf is self-evident.

If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

However, the most wonderful thing about this painting is the extreme contrast. The tiger you think is the most vicious, also has a warm side. The human you think is flat, is actually a cruel executioner.

A good person who knows the face but not the heart.

Ji Rouen didn't see anything after watching it for a long time, and muttered, "It's a mystery."

After everyone understood the mystery of this painting, they could not help but look at the mirror with admiration.

It is so far away that even with a telescope, it is impossible to see so clearly. Either she has seen this painting before, or she just discovered it. Such insight is really terrible. '

Bai Weining glanced at it and curled his lips secretly, "Have you seen this painting before, Sister Mingjing? Otherwise, how did Sister Mingjing discover the mystery that even Mr. Qu didn't discover?"

She looked at the bright mirror in front of her, absolutely can't, let her steal all the limelight.

stole Qu Lanting's heart and love, the door of the Qu family, don't even think about it, there is absolutely no place for her in the circle of Jingzhou.

Qu Feitai frowned and glanced at Bai Weining, what is she doing?

Every sentence is digging a hole for the mirror.

Before he could speak, Mingjing spoke up: "Master Qi Yun's realm, how can we understand it so easily, what Mr. Qu just said is very true, what I said is only a one-sided interpretation, everyone is welcome to express their opinions."

Blocking her with Qu Lanting's words, Bai Weining didn't answer, and it wasn't even if she didn't answer, her chest was stuffed with anger.

Qu Lanting looked at Mingjing, raised his eyebrows with a smile;

Although Qu Lanting has a gentle attitude, his innate majesty, even when he smiles, gives people a silent sense of oppression, which few young people can withstand.

The girl opposite was neither humble nor arrogant, as if the person in front of her was not Qu Lanting, but a stranger who looked at her equally.

"Mr. Qu has an open mind, and he has long admired his name. When I see it today, it really lives up to its reputation."

Qu Lanting laughed and seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone was shocked, Qu Lanting was not angry, and seemed to appreciate Mingjing?

is a bit unexpected, but after thinking about it, it makes sense.

Who is Mr. Qu? How could he care about a little girl?

But after Der Spiegel, definitely don't want to hang around in the Beijing circle.

The auctioneer's eyes carefully circulated between the two, and finally he held the painting with wink and came to Mingjing: "Miss Mingjing, please accept it with a smile."

"Does she dare to take it?" Bai Weining scoffed.

Qin Qiuxi hooked her lips: "Why don't you dare?"

"Sister-in-law, she dares to grab something from Mr. Qu, she's so daring."

Qin Qiuxi glanced at her with a half-smile but not a smile, that look seemed to see through all Bai Weining's careful thoughts, Bai Weining's heart trembled slightly: "Sister-in-law~"

"Look at others, not only did they accept it, but they also accepted it with peace of mind. This pattern is not for everyone."

Qin Qiuxi doesn't like Mingjing anymore, so she has to admit that those so-called celebrities in Jingzhou are simply murderous compared to her.

Even the thin lotus leaves, who had just been in the limelight, lost their sense of surprise in the comparison of this girl.

Bai Weining glanced at it and saw that Mingjing accepted it, she stood up without thinking and said, "According to the rules of the auction house, you have to keep a treasure. Ye Ye said right now, but he has no financial ability, so he took it out. Treasures are just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, why don't you follow the example of leaves and leave a pair of calligraphy treasures, if one day Qingshi leaves his name, this auction house is also betting on the right treasure."

What is imitating, the words are indecent, Wen Ruo frowned and looked at Bai Weining.

"Miss Bai, why don't you come and keep a pair of calligraphy?"

Bai Weining's face changed slightly, and he quickly said: "Master Wen is joking, how can my words be considered elegant."

"So you have self-knowledge." Wen Ruo hooked his lips.

Bai Weining smiled reluctantly: "Comparing my words with Sister Mingjing, it is naturally difficult to be elegant. Sister Mingjing is a **** of learning and extremely smart. How could a single word stumped her?"

The auctioneer was deliberately holding the thin lotus leaf in order to flatter the Bo family. The auction house is not short of famous artists.

One is fresh, and the other one is Easter.

Picked up a Green Water Bead and wondered if I could pick it up again next time.

What is Bai Weining thinking? There are all smart people here, and it is impossible not to see it. She wants to take this opportunity to humiliate Der Spiegel.

Bo Lianye was brought up by Mrs. Bo since she was a child. She is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a well-known talented girl in Jingzhou.

What the mirror compares to the thin lotus leaf is nothing but humiliation and humiliation.

The auctioneer looked at Mingjing: "What do you think Miss?"

Der Spiegel nodded with a smile: "That would trouble the teacher."

Bai Weining's eyes were smug, and she quickly glanced at the thin lotus leaf, she brought it on herself.

Wen Ruo and Qu Lanting sat down again, Qu Feitai took a deep look at the mirror, and silently said cheers.

The staff quickly carried a large desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on it. In the inkstone table, the ink has been ground.

Ji Rouen patted the back of the thin lotus leaf, "Ye Zi, your calligraphy is passed down by your grandmother, and no one of your age can surpass it. What does this girl compare to you?"

Thin lotus leaves are not worried at all. Mingjing grew up in the mountains since he was a child, and the conditions are difficult. Wherever he has the conditions to practice calligraphy, without the blessing of famous posts, it is naturally nothing to worry about.

Mao Nana rolled her eyes speechlessly when she heard Ji Rouen's words.

She admits that Ye Zi is powerful, but she can belittle Ding Jing. This sister-in-law Bo is too narrow-minded and blinds the family style of the Bo family.

"Mother, don't say such things again, you must know that there are people outside people, and there are heavens outside of heaven."

Mao Nana nodded with satisfaction, this girl has a good heart and was not misled by her mother.

Ding Jing rolled up his sleeves, spread out the rice paper, picked up his brush, concentrated his attention, and wrote like a breeze.

Everyone looked at the **** the high platform, dressed in white and elegant, with ink hair scattered on her shoulders, a small face that was more and more thin and white, her eyebrows calm and calm, her slender hand holding a brush, the tip of the pen seemed to be possessed by an elf, and the outline was smooth and complete in one go. .

In less than half a minute, Mingjing put the pen aside.

The auctioneer has been standing by and watching Ding Jing's every move. When Ding Jing began to write the first word, his eyes slowly opened round, until the eyeballs were so large that they seemed to bulge out.

Everyone couldn't see what Der Spiegel wrote, and could only guess from the auctioneer's expression, was it written well or badly?

Probably the latter. Sure enough, there are already thin lotus leaves in this world, how can there be a woman of the same age who is more talented than thin lotus leaves?

"This is... is this a flying white body?" the auctioneer exclaimed, his voice tore from being too excited.

Wen Ruo Wenyan quickly stepped forward and glanced at it, at this glance, he couldn't help but be surprised, and looked deeply into the mirror.

"Wonderful flying white, with eight points of ancestral characters, a beautiful gentleman, embellished with gentleness, silky arrows, lightning around the snow atmosphere. As shallow as mist, dense as clouds, radiant with immortals, dancing with cranes, who is it? Its Tan Si? Yu play Cai Jun, this is what Zhang Huaiguan, a calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, praised Cai Gongzhi Feibai in "Book Break". Feibai characters are difficult to work, and the threshold is very high. It is unparalleled in the calligraphy world, and once dominated in one fell swoop."

Wen Ruo glanced at the large characters on the rice paper with iron and silver hooks, and his excitement was beyond words.

The reason why Feibai is lonely is that compared with other fonts, it is extremely difficult to practice. It not only requires outstanding talent, but also requires a certain foundation of calligraphy skills and cultural connotations, as well as extreme skills in terms of dipping ink, strength, and stroke speed. Strict requirements, on top of these conditions, it is necessary to persevere and study hard in order to achieve extremely high artistic attainments.

"It is still as strong as a steel wire, as elegant as a floating cloud, flexible and ethereal, the strokes are clear, the lines are white, and the brush is broken and connected. The joints are even more free to move the brush, the transition is natural, and it has reached the highest state of flying white. This is the beauty of calligraphy. The beauty of art!"

Wen Ruo said that he was excited, eloquent and eloquent, and he couldn't see enough when he picked up the big characters.

"Ci Xin is always jealous, the Buddha said that the resentment is a relative, and the rain hat and smoke go back, and there is no love or anger with others..." Wen Ruo chanted softly, and said three good words in a row, showing that he was in his heart. of excitement.

The open-mindedness of is reflected in the lines, making this elegant font more flexible and flying. If the spring breeze blows through the willows, like a shooting star across the sky, the heroic places are like cliffs and waterfalls flying, and the mountains and rivers sunset magnificently.

All the calculations, the careful planning, in front of such a pair of words, you will be defeated without a fight, and you will not be defeated.

The kindness of one thought, all things are good.

One-hearted kindness, all things are celebrated.

Wen Ruo's performance is obvious to all. Bai Weining doesn't know what the white body is, but from Wen Ruo's attitude, you can see that this time, Mingjing made the limelight again and completely suppressed the thin lotus leaves.

She suddenly looked at Qu Lanting, Qu Lanting walked to Wen Ruo's side, scrutinized every word carefully, her eyes did not hide her admiration.

Bo Yuxun lowered his head and smiled, Ayu, look, your daughter is so excellent.

She has your blood and Bo family's blood in her bones.

Bo Yujian glanced at it. He had no accomplishments in calligraphy, but the old mother in the family was one of the members. .

If this character is written by a fifty-year-old old man who has read the vicissitudes of life, it is not unusual, but it is from a teenage girl, and this is a legend.

The pride in her bones makes her disdain for her karma, and this Zen poem is her silent and gentle counterattack.

In silence, shocking.

Bo Yujian took a deep look at her and remembered this beautiful face.

Compared with her own daughter, she really deserves a difficult sentence.

Such talent and appearance, why have I never heard of it before?

But from tonight, everyone must know it.

Thin Lianye's face was pale, her teeth were biting her lower lip tightly, and she looked at the silent and gentle **** the stage. She always had a faint smile on her face. Her, what kind of glory and light will be.

She just stood there quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy.

Her silence, like a silent mockery, was more unbearable than a slap in the face.

The pride that belongs to the daughter of the Bo family is torn apart today and tonight, at this moment, under the witness of everyone.