genius divination

Chapter 111

The next morning, Feng Yuan was startled when he woke up.The living room was in a mess, old newspapers were all over the floor.Fan Jiannan was covered in oil paint, lying on the sofa sleeping soundly, dirty.

In the middle of the living room hangs a half-finished oil painting.Feng Yuan stared blankly for a long time, but he didn't understand what this painting was about.

It seems to be a large area of ​​color, which is smeared on the canvas colorfully and ostentatiously, making it completely incomprehensible.It was only after walking a little far that I could barely see a rough figure. It seemed to be a vague figure, with open hands praying or worshiping the sky.

"Am I very artistic?" Fan Jiannan felt Feng Yuan standing in front of him, so he half-opened his eyes and said, "You are completely shocked by my painting style, it is simply a masterpiece of impressionism. If I am not too lazy, I would have became a famous painter."

Feng Yuan stared blankly at Fan Jiannan, and suddenly screamed, "What are you doing? My sofa, my floor, my living room, and what strange smell is this?"

Fan Jiannan was completely awakened by her sudden scream, and he got up and said, "What are you doing, I was almost scared to death by you."

"You...you...what the hell are you doing?" Feng Yuan almost stuttered in shock.

"Me? I didn't sleep all night, of course I was doing art creation." Fan Jiannan said embarrassingly.

"Artistic creation? Is this the thing? You made this place like this just for this?" Feng Yuan stared.

Fan Jiannan stayed for a long time, finally realized that Feng Yuan's excitement was not because of his great artwork, but because of the devastating pollution in the living room.To be honest, looking at the chaos in the living room, he was also a little silly, but Fan Jiannan never refused to admit defeat.Shaking his head, he said intoxicatedly, "Hey, I said, can't you be a little more romantic and learn to appreciate art? What is this thing called? This is a famous painting, a real masterpiece."

"Okay, even if it's a work of art, what are you going to do with this so-called masterpiece?" Feng Yuan said angrily.

"Such an outstanding painting, of course, should be given to those who know how to appreciate it, such as auctioned." Fan Jiannan smiled.

"Auction...to auction?" Feng Yuan could hardly believe his ears, this thing is going to be auctioned?Would anyone buy something like this?She stared at Fan Jiannan's face, but she couldn't see anything abnormal except for the oil paint on his face and the gum in the corner of his eyes.

Could it be that he was irritated by locking the bedroom door last night?He... he shouldn't be so fragile, right?Feng Yuan suddenly felt a little uneasy, and said in a low voice, "Well... you... don't feel any discomfort?"

"Are you worried that no one will buy it?" Fan Jiannan smiled slyly, "I can tell you that someone will definitely buy it, and they will pay a high price. For example, someone from RB who loves art... Hehe."

"Jubu Zongzang, you want to sell the painting to him?" Feng Yuan suddenly came to his senses and asked in surprise.

"Yes, because there are things he is very interested in, and he will buy them no matter how expensive they are." Fan Jiannan said with a smile, "Look here for a while, I'll take a shower and brush my teeth first. Remember to read carefully, and you will too Found something very interesting." After speaking, he yawned and walked towards the bathroom.

Feng Yuan looked suspiciously at this nondescript oil painting, really seeing nothing good about it.Just when she was about to give up and continue her research, she suddenly froze. She suddenly felt a faint wave of magic power emanating from the painting.

"This..." Feng Yuan's eyes never left the painting. "Oh my God, how did he do it?" Feng Yuan stood in front of the oil painting, almost feeling his soul tremble.Under the surge of magic power, the blurry figure on the screen is clearly an ancient magician or a wizard. His outstretched hands and big sleeves seem to be fluttering at any time.The situation in the sky is changing, and there are six mysterious hexagram symbols faintly..." Feng Yuan was almost completely taken away by this painting, a kind of ancient devotion, a kind of inexplicable ecstasy, which made her tears fill her eyes but completely lost her mind. Terrified and overwhelmed.

When she recovered, she felt that Fan Jiannan was hugging her behind her. "Okay, everything is fake, I'm by your side." Fan Jiannan whispered in her ear.

"This painting... this illusion, the vastness of the world, the insignificance of human beings, the hexagrams, the laws of the heaven and the earth, this... everything is too incredible." Before Feng Yuan finished speaking, her tears had already flown It ran down the cheeks.

"Okay, okay, there are not too many things. This is a trick I deliberately set up for Jubu Zongzang. I didn't expect to deceive you, you little fool first." Fan Jiannan whispered with his arms around Feng Yuan.

"Why the hexagrams contained in the sky are always changing, but there is no end. I don't want this, I want the real ending." Feng Yuan turned his head and said with tears.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm by your side, and I'm your ending." Fan Jiannan hugged her and whispered, "As for this painting, it's a painting with no ending. It senses from the heart. Your technique is still too shallow, so that you are instantly deprived of the ability to think independently by the artistic conception of this painting. Believe me, Kikube Zongzang will be hooked."

Feng Yuan suddenly turned around and hugged him, not knowing why tears were still streaming down his face.

"What's wrong?" Fan Jiannan said softly.

"I'm really afraid that there will be no ending between us." Feng Yuan murmured.

"Does the ending matter? The ending of life is death, but how to live is the meaning of life. The important thing is that we are still together now." Fan Jiannan patted her shoulder and turned to look at the painting full of impressionist style The oil painting smiled slightly, "Only a fool worries about the future."

Feng Yuan pushed him away, and cried out in a crying voice, "You are the fool, you are the big fool..."

Fan Jiannan sighed and said, "Okay, only fools like fools. A fool who is crying and laughing in a nightgown, isn't this trying to lure another fool to commit a crime? Go wash your face... I still want this painting It's not finished."

Three hours later, Fan Dashao finished his painting.Feng Yuan sat aside, staring at his focused expression in a daze.Fan Jiannan seldom has such a dedicated look, but it is undeniable that he is the most charming when he is focused.

"Okay, it's done." Fan Jiannan clapped his hands, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.The blurry figure in the painting has a wide robe and long sleeves, with his hands stretched out to the sky. There is a vague pentagram in the sky, surrounded by dots of numbers and hexagrams.The shaman has long sleeves and is good at dancing. He communicates with the world through dancing, and the artistic conception is ancient and profound.

"At first glance, I couldn't see anything at all. But now I don't dare to look at it anymore. This portrait has a terrifying magic power that makes people unable to extricate themselves." Feng Yuan murmured.

"Hehe, your magic power is too shallow. If it was Sozo Kikube, I could scare him into a fool. Not only does this painting condense the magic power, but in order to strengthen this effect, I also added a small magic power under the background color." As long as this painting is shown, everyone will look at it unconsciously." Fan Jiannan smiled, "I can't wait to see the expression on Jube Zongzang's face."

"But, how can you let this painting participate in the auction? After all, you are not a well-known painter." Feng Yuan frowned.

"Hey, it's up to Zhao Gongming. His consignor has a batch of antiques and artworks up for auction. I think he can add one more item to the auction. Impressionist magical works from an unknown artist .” Fan Jiannan smiled.

"So, you can really put it up for auction? But you may not be able to meet Kikube Zongzo." Feng Yuan whispered.

"Don't worry, he has already set his sights on a few pieces in the collection, so he will definitely show up. As long as this painting is with those antique works of art, it will attract Jubu's attention." Fan Jiannan smiled, "Because I know what he's looking for, and he can't resist, this kind of temptation. Not only do I want to attract his attention, but I also want to make this little RB bleed."

"How much do you plan to sell him?" Feng Yuan asked.

"We must be able to buy at least ten large living rooms, otherwise we will lose money?" Fan Jiannan looked at the messy living room and said.

"Are you going to blackmail him?" Feng Yuan covered his mouth with a smile.

"If you like me, what are you talking about extortion." Fan Jiannan shrugged, "Selling paintings is also secondary. The main thing is to attract his attention to this painting and make him think that the author of this painting is interested in what he is looking for. He has a deep understanding of Yin-Yang and Liuxiang Gua. Then he will take the bait, and if we are lucky enough, we can even trick him into the real Five-Round Book."

"Fan Jiannan, you are too bad, but I like it." Feng Yuan said with a smile.

"Hey, Miss Feng likes me? Sure enough, men aren't bad, women don't. If you want to like me, I can actually be even worse."

Fan Jiannan smiled, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zhao Gongming, "Lawyer Zhao, regarding what we talked about yesterday, I think you can conduct the auction normally. In addition, I have one more thing to trouble you... Well, okay, let’s talk about it later..."

(End of this chapter)