w.a.n.g Yan's mouth opened wide and she forgot to close it for a long time. She was shocked in her heart, not only because of the value of this painting but also because this painting was sent by Su Jing. It is hard to believe that Su Jing actually gave such a valuable gift. Where did he get it? It would be difficult for the entire Tang Family to take out such a valuable gift.

“Mr. Su, this painting is too expensive for me to accept.” Murong Qin said cautiously.

“I think Mr. Murong is a good match for this painting. It has the same artistic conception. It is more suitable to stay with you.” Su Jing said, although he was surprised by the price of the painting but he did not intend to change his mind about giving this as a gift. This painting is just one of the several paintings he took out from the “Desolate Era Universe” garbage. Compared to that beautiful visualization chart, this painting is worse. This painting is not qualified to be called as a visualization technique. However, he could guess that the price is so high because this is from the hands of a cultivator, and even though this painting is a failed work of that cultivator, it consists of a very high artistic conception, which is not comparable to ordinary artists on earth.

After Su Jing said this, everyone around him lamented about the fact that he gave out a painting worth 10 million yuan as a gift, he really doesn't know the upper limit of the gift. This is not about money anymore and this is a big deal.

“Mr. Su is being ridiculous. I don't deserve the mood of this painting. I really can't take it. You can take it back. When the three little mice have offspring, remember to send me a few.” Murong Qin smiled and resigned, with a firm att.i.tude, and refused to accept anything, making Su Jing feel not good enough to force him. He was helpless in his heart. Why is it so difficult to give a gift these days.

“Mr. Su. I have a question. Are these two lines added later in the lower right corner?” Xie Lao, the tall and thin old man, suddenly pointed to the two lines in the lower right corner of the landscape painting and asked. What he wrote on it was: a song for guiding the mountain and a bottle for leaning to the North Sea.

“What, has it affected the painting?” Su Jing didn't answer the question and asked one back.

“In general, later inscriptions will affect the value of the painting more or less. Unless the ident.i.ty of the inscription or the calligraphy is extraordinary. These words are written very well and are in line with the artistic conception, that is to say, not only does it not subtract from the picture, it adds to it. I'm just wondering if you had it before you bought it, or added it later … ” Xie Lao said this and suddenly stopped. After watching Su Jing for a while, he said something without a reason, “My little friend's surname is Su? Your name is Su Jing.”

“Yes.” Su Jing was surprised that Xie Lao knew his name.

“It turned out to be you, no wonder. These two sentences are yours, right? Teacher He Ruixiang mentioned you to me many times, and I have seen the couplets you wrote. I have wanted to meet you for a long time now and I have finally met you today. Your calligraphy has made some progress and you can be called a master of calligraphy. Teacher He Ruixiang will surely be glad to see it.” Xie Laoha smiled as he spoke.

“You are overpraising me.” Su Jing suddenly realized that this old man had heard of himself from Teacher He.

Murong Qin, Liu Hong, and others, based on Xie Lao's conversation with Su Jing, can understand what is going on. They were surprised to find that despite being so young, Su Jing had such calligraphic accomplishments. From their perspective, they could not see that the two lines were added later. They had thought that the original painter must have added them to raise the grade of the painting.

“Do you have any other calligraphy creations for me to see more of, or to show?” Mr. Xie asked. Murong Qin and Liu Hong are also looking towards him.

“I happen to have some.” Su Jing said, he practiced the characters on the waste paper from Immortal World every day, and his calligraphy has almost reached that kind of artistic conception. In recent days, he practiced the words “sword intent” from the Desolate Era Universe which made the artistic conception of calligraphy more profound. Naturally, the inscriptions on landscape paintings are intentionally controlled and do not contain a word intent. However, this makes the artistic conception discounted. Compared with the text containing the sword intent, these two lines have no value at all.

Su Jing thought that the calligraphy from “Desolate Era » Universe can't be shown to people as it may frighten people to death. No one can even read the words that contain the word “Sword Intent” written by himself. For example, the bald middle-aged man at the door last time was scared s.h.i.+tless after reading them. But if it is a person with a stronger spirit and higher understanding, he may be able to bear it. Once he can bear it, it will bring many benefits. In that case, the words that contain the word “Sword Intent” written by himself will become infinitely useful.

“Let me have a look.” “Mr. Xie said.

Su Jing took out a piece of paper from his pants pocket, but holding it in his hand, he hesitated again. Xie Lao was deeply aware of the artistic conception of calligraphy. He should belong to the type of person who has a strong spiritual force and higher understanding, but in case he could not bear it. Wouldn't it make him embarra.s.sed in front of everyone? Even if he showed it to him in private, he would lose his att.i.tude, I'm afraid he could not spare himself.

“Why, reluctant to show it to me?” Xie Lao laughed.

“It's ok not to show Old Xie, but at least show it to me.” Murong Qin laughs.

“It's my pleasure to be able to let you appreciate what I've written, but I've been writing so harshly lately that your mind and heart may be affected or even overwhelmed.” Su Jing puts it mildly.

“Oh, my heart will be affected? Are you kidding an old man?” Xie Lao laughed. How many paintings and calligraphy have he admired and in all that time he had never heard of calligraphy so sharp that it affected people's minds. This is reality, not fantasy .

“I am not lying to you.” Su Jing didn't hand out the paper in his hand.

At this time, someone suddenly reached out with one hand and s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper from Su Jing's hand, it was Zhu Yizhi. In fact, if Su Jing wants to hide the paper, no one would be able to take it from him. There aren't any people who can grab things from his hand without him being aware of it. However, when he saw this Zhu Yizhi, he let him take the paper intentionally.

Zhu Yizhi shook the paper in his hand and said, “Why are you pretending so much. Isn't it just a few words on a paper, can't it be seen?” He is still waiting to give his gift to Mr. Murong, Seeing Su Jing dragging on for so long, as if he were a protagonist, has really made him impatient. In particular, Su Jing even kept on showing up in front of Murong Xian'er, which made him feel even more intolerable, he wanted to find the opportunity to offer his hospitality to Murong Xian'er.

While talking, he unrolled the paper on his hand and looked at the words on it. Su Jing looked on the scene with interest and didn't stop him. He wanted to try if someone could bear it. Since this guy took the initiative to be an experimental rat, he will let him be one. Su Jing also hoped that he could succeed and make a good start. (To be continued ~ ^ ~)