Super System Plundering the Heaven

Qi Xuanren had been obsessed with painting all his life, and he was especially good at copying Tang Yin's works.    

    

Upon hearing Min Rou's invitation, the old man instantly lit up and said with a smile, "Where is the painting? Putting everything else aside, I can still distinguish the Tang Yin's True Illustrations!"    

    

Everyone moved to the study table. Qi Xuanren took out an old mirror and placed it on the bridge of his nose, carefully examining it.    

    

Qi Xuanren bent over and carefully examined it inch by inch. He was amazed.    

    

"The ink is light and thick. Good!"    

    

"The lines are smooth and elegant. Good!"    

    

"The overall atmosphere is grand and partial without missing out on the details, wonderful!"    

    

"Although the wind is not depicted, ten thousand flowers move on their own. Fantastic!"    

    

"The butterflies in the garden, making people feel as if they are in the same place, wonderful!"    

    

Qi Xuanren straightened his body and took off his reading glasses. He said in shock, "It's rare to see one in a hundred years! It's really the best work of a grandmaster!"    

    

Han Shiyue, who was standing at the side, hurriedly asked, "Elder Qi, you haven't said whether this painting is Tang Yin's True Illustrations or not."    

    

Qi Xuanren glared at Han Shiyue and said discontentedly, "I've already made it so obvious, but you still don't understand? This is definitely a Tang Yin's True Illustrations!"    

    

Han Shiyue was stunned. "But Min Rou also said before that this painting's ink has yet to dry. It seems to have just been drawn?"    

    

Qi Xuanren waved his hand and casually said, "So what? I am trying to distinguish whether it is real or fake. I am not doing scientific research! I'm sure this is the Tang Yin's True Illustrations! "    

    

Han Xue jumped up and down happily as she said, This is the ___! " Oh! That was great! Dad, do you have anything to say now?"    

    

Han Shiyue's face darkened, as if he had swallowed a fly. He sat on the sofa and did not speak.    

    

Min Rou seemed to have thought of something. She turned around on the coffee table and opened another gift box.    

    

An exquisite brush was lying in the gift box. Min Rou held it in her hand and placed it in front of Qi Xuanren.    

    

"Teacher, how about you take a look at this brush?"    

    

Qi Xuanren held the brush and took a closer look.    

    

"Yes, overall, the workmanship is exquisite."    

    

"The shaft of the pen is straight and delicate. It's a high-grade red sandalwood."    

    

"The hair of the brush is soft and not lacking in toughness. This is actually a tuft of hair on the wild Bai Lang's head?"    

    

"This is really a perfect wolf's hair brush!"    

    

Qi Xuanren fondled the pen in his hand admiringly. After a moment, he looked surprised again.    

    

"There seems to be words engraved on it?"    

    

Qi Xuanren anxiously put on the reading glasses and then took out a magnifying glass. He placed the brush shaft under the magnifying glass and carefully looked at it.    

    

After zooming in, Qi Xuanren finally saw the small words carved on the brush.    

    

Qi Xuanren finished reading the small words engraved on the brush and was so shocked that he could not speak.    

    

Min Rou hurriedly patted Qi Xuanren's back and asked doubtfully, "Teacher, is there anything special about this? Isn't this just a piece of Tang Yin's Peach Blossom Anthem?"    

    

After a long time, Qi Xuanren finally exhaled. He carefully put down the brush in his hand and said in surprise, "A poem from Tang Yin is nothing."    

    

Swallowing his saliva, Qi Xuanren was still immersed in the shock just now. "But do you know what a poem personally carved by Tang Yin means?"    

    

"Tang Yin personally inscribed it?"    

    

Min Rou repeated softly. Then she seemed to have thought of something. Her face changed drastically and she said in shock, "Teacher, do you mean?"    

    

"That's right!" Qi Xuanren nodded affirmatively. "That's what you think!"    

    

Han Shiyue also understood what he said at this moment. He said in disbelief, "How is this possible? How could it have been passed down for thousands of years and still be preserved?"    

    

Han Xue looked around and was confused. She pulled Qi Xuanren's arm and said, "Grandpa Qi, what are you guys talking about? Why can't I understand?"    

    

Ye Yu sat by the side and smiled lightly. He explained to Han Xue, "Xiao Xue, Elder Qi means that this brush is used by Tang Yin!"