The group of people slowly approached this side. As they approached, the people around them stepped out of the way to clear the space in the middle.

"Member Shan, this is the core work of this exhibition." Yao Qingtian, president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, introduced.

Councilor Shan looked at the works covered by black cloth in the middle display cabinet and showed interest, "I've heard about it. I'm really curious about what kind of works make you so careful."

He turned his head and looked at Councilman Wang, "For the people, what kind of painting do you think it is?"

Wang Weimin said with a smile: "I don't have much research on calligraphy and calligraphy for these paintings and calligraphy, so I can't guess it clearly. You are an expert, so you should have guessed a thing or two. Just don't be too pretentious and tell us."

As expected, they were enemies, and they confronted each other as soon as they opened their mouths, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

In everyone's eyes, these two people were absolutely mortal enemies, but Lu Xun would not believe it so simply.

Having experienced the dangers of society, he knows all too well that there are never permanent enemies in this world, only solid interests.

Many people appear to be mortal enemies on the surface, but in fact they are just means to cover up the truth.

Lu Xun used his little skills to look at Councilor Shan.

Councilor Shan seemed to have something. He always felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street. He felt uncomfortable all over. He didn't think much about it and just assumed that all this was because of Wang Weimin's words.

How could Wang Weimin feel this way so easily today?!

Councilor Shan couldn't figure it out. He said with a smile: "If you tell me, there will be no surprise."

Yao Qingtian said at the right time: "Yes, yes. I also invite the two congressmen to untie the curtain together."

Lu Xun also finished reading it during this period, and realized that there was a real enmity between the two, rather than a covert cooperative relationship, but...

Lu Xun looked at his face and saw that the official star that dominated his official career had become dim, with a hint of black energy mixed in. On the other hand, Wang Weimin's official star had a tendency to become brighter.

This is not a good thing for Luxun.

Although the Wang family has done nothing to them so far, when Mrs. Wang thinks of it one day, it will be too late for you to think of a solution.

Over hundreds of thousands of years, Lu Xun deeply understood the importance of preparing for a rainy day.

It seems that the previous plan needs to change the strategy.

To put it another way, this matter is not a bad thing for him, but a good thing.

(Note: Don’t worry, I won’t write about theology or immortality. It’s purely entertainment. These are the skill points needed for the plot. The skill points learned by Lu Xun, an old monster, are better than the system. Remember this

That's enough. Don't ask why he is still such a weakling now. Just ask...he is a weakling.)

At this time, under the guidance of the staff, the two congressmen stood on one side respectively, holding a corner of the curtain with their hands, while reporters focused on them.

"Three, two, one."

The two congressmen pulled down the curtain at the same time, and a majestic painting came into view, and there was an ancient article beside it, written in a font that made people look at it.

Everyone at the scene, whether you knew calligraphy or painting or not, were attracted by the calligraphy and painting in front of you at this moment. No, it would be more accurate to say that you were scared.

Because the moment their eyes came into contact with Kunpeng, an overwhelming pressure rushed towards them, making everyone breathless.

The creature in the painting seems to be alive, looking down on all living beings with a scornful attitude.

"Ahem."

A slight cough broke the shackles of the supreme pressure. When everyone woke up and looked at the creature in the painting again, they no longer felt that way, but when everyone looked at the painting, there was a burning heat.

Councilor Shan's breathing became rapid. There was only one thought in his mind: take down this painting. He must take it down.

He had seen paintings by countless celebrities and collected countless precious treasures from history, but there was no painting that truly made him feel the shock from his heart to the depths of his soul.

Excellent!

This one is a masterpiece!

If you miss it, you may not know if you will encounter another one in this life.

Councilor Shan turned to look at Yao Qingtian. Yao Qingtian immediately understood what he meant, but he could not make the decision. Because the ownership of the painting did not belong to the association or the organizer, but to the artist himself.

"Kunpeng spreads its wings." Councilor Wang looked at those four words and found them very interesting. The meaning was very good, and the words were vigorous and powerful.

"Why is this Kunpeng?" asked the Minister of Literature and Art who came with him.

With the two congressmen present, these senior officials are less conspicuous, but no matter how inconspicuous they are, they are still one of the protagonists.

Wang Shanren smiled and explained: "Zhou Ju, please read the article next to it. It introduces in detail what 'Kunpeng' is."

Because the painting has the most eye-catching impact, everyone's attention is on the painting, but they ignore the article on the side.

What I said just now reminded everyone.

Only then did everyone move their eyes aside. When they first saw this article, everyone was immediately attracted by the content and ignored the words.

"This article..." An old man walked out from the crowd. He is a famous professor of ancient literature in Blue Star.

The more Professor Zhong looked at it, the more surprised he became. This surprise came from the discovery of the treasure.

Lan Xing's ancient literary attainments are very similar to those of ancient China, and they are common in many aspects. Naturally, everyone will not find it awkward when reading this "Xiaoyaoyou".

Senator Shan was not interested in the content of the article, but was attracted by the handwriting.

At first glance, this font seems unremarkable and a bit sloppy, but those who have studied calligraphy can see from the strokes and spacing of the font that the writing is natural and unique.

If you look carefully, you can see the artistic conception through this seemingly ordinary font. This kind of thing cannot be seen by people who have not reached the level.

The person who writes has his own style.

Professor Zhong said excitedly: "This article is the best ancient article I have seen in recent years. It is worthy of careful study both in terms of content and profound meaning."

The surrounding guests all know Professor Zhong and his achievements in the field of ancient literature. Seeing him say this shows that this ancient article is really outstanding.

As soon as he finished speaking, the calligraphy master Yan Chunhuai on the side retorted: "No, compared to the content, the real most valuable thing is the characters. This style, frame, and brushwork are already remarkable, not to mention the

The beauty of artistic conception.”

Yan Xunhuai's words left most people present confused and completely confused.

"Brother, what is a pen style and a frame?" Lu Yu asked in a low voice, fearing that the people around him would hear him and draw sideways glances.
Chapter completed!