Under everyone's surprised gazes, Lin Beichen confidently stepped onto the stage and actually stood in front of the rice paper written by Master Wang Ruhu.

This piece of rice paper already has a page written on it, which is Ouyang Xun's "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming".

Lin Beichen took it off and put it aside for easy comparison.

Then, he casually took a brush from the shelf, dipped it in ink, and prepared to write on the rice paper.

"Hmph! It's so annoying to waste my precious Jingxian rice paper!"

Master Wang Ruhu sighed, quite helpless. At this time, he also felt a little regretful. He should not lower his status and be angry with a young man.

Forget it, just think of it as a farce!

"Jiucheng Palace Liquanming, the secretary supervises the inspection of the school..."

However, as Lin Beichen started writing, the originally noisy sounds around him became quiet!

Everyone stared motionlessly at the characters written by Lin Beichen. Their expressions were as motionless as wood carvings and clay sculptures.

"The clouds are shining brightly, and the sun and moon are obscured. Watch them move the mountains and return to the streams..."

Every word in Lin Beichen's writing seems to be alive. Looking at his words and articles, you can automatically imagine a peaceful and tranquil picture in your mind!

"Transformation Realm! Transformation Realm! This is Transformation Realm!"

Suddenly, a scream broke everyone's thoughts, and Wang Ruhu's face was full of disbelief, muttering: "I didn't expect that I, Wang Ruhu, would be able to see a master who has reached the realm of calligraphy in this life!"

Others around him woke up one after another, with disbelief on their faces.

Lin Beichen's calligraphy is so good that it seems to have vigorous vitality.

It's so good that it can't be described in words, but just by putting Lin Beichen's version and Wang Ruhu's version together, you can clearly feel the gap.

Wang Ruhu’s calligraphy has no charm at all!

"Master, I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good. I'm so surprised. It's so amazing!"

Hong Lei looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

When she looked at Lin Beichen, her eyes were filled with little stars, filled with admiration.

"I want this calligraphy by Mr. Lin Beichen, and I'll pay 100,000!"

"You want to buy this calligraphy by Mr. Lin for 100,000 yuan? Are you dreaming? I'll give you 300,000 yuan!"

"I'll pay half a million!"

…

The whole hall suddenly became excited. Although these people came to see the art exhibition, most of them were also very knowledgeable in calligraphy!

Lin Beichen's calligraphy has reached the highest state of calligraphy, the state of transformation!

What is transformation?

That must be a work as high as Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection", Ouyang Xun's "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming", and Huaisu's "Autobiography"!

Such works can be said to be priceless, and they are so rare that they cannot be measured in terms of money.

"Mr. Lin's calligraphy is good, but what Master Wang is best at is painting. As the saying goes, there are specialties in art. Mr. Lin's paintings are definitely not as good as Master Wang's."

At this time, Deng Yan stood up again.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet at this time. How dare the Deng family not do what the Liu family told them?

He personally invited Master Wang Ruhu. If Master Wang is disgraced, with Master Wang's influence, the Deng family will not be able to get involved in the literary and art circles in the future.

"Painting? That's fine, I'll draw one today."

However, how could Lin Beichen care about what he thought? If he offended him, he would be offended, it didn't matter!

Now that Lin Beichen had picked up the pen, he became more interested. He immediately found a piece of drawing paper and started splashing ink.

What Lin Beichen painted was the location of a sect in his memory when he ascended to the immortal world.

The scenery here where the sect is located is breathtaking and surpasses all the mountains and rivers in the world.

Even if the gods get there, they will be fascinated by it and watch it carefully.

As soon as Lin Beichen started writing, Master Wang Ruhu's face gradually became stiff, and he fell to the ground, speaking slurredly, and murmured:

"In this world...there are still such outstanding young people in this world. Wang is really a frog in the well. He dare not compete with his predecessors."

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening..."

Wang Ruhu's eyes were fixed on the fairyland picture in Lin Beichen's hand, and he was mesmerized...

This senior voice left everyone confused.

How could Wang Ruhu call such a young man "senior" at such a young age?

Time passed very quickly, and as Lin Beichen's scene unfolded, everyone's minds were severely shocked again.

It is obviously a still life painting, but everyone present seems to be immersed in the scene, and their spirits are reluctant to leave it!

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard Master Wang Ruhu’s life-long scream!

"Master...Master, please don't leave!"

A scene that shocked everyone appeared. Master Wang Ruhu hugged Lin Beichen's thigh tightly and refused to let him leave.

Lin Beichen put away his pen just now, but no one noticed it. They were all immersed in the picture of the fairy world drawn by Lin Beichen.

The whole place was silent!

Everyone gasped and couldn't believe their eyes. Wang Ruhu, with his status, was completely shameless at this moment. He insisted on accepting this young man as his disciple?

"Oh my God, Master Wang, who is an expert in calligraphy and painting, actually... insisted on this young man accepting him as his disciple. Could it be that this young man's strength has far surpassed Master Wang's?"

"This...this would definitely be explosive news to the outside world, so hurry up and take a picture!"

"I can't imagine that Master Wang, at such a young age, would do such a thing. The entire calligraphy and painting circle would be shocked!"

Everyone was shocked. What is the origin of this young man?

"You are already very old. Even if I teach you calligraphy and painting, it will be extremely difficult for you to make progress. You should enjoy your old age."

Lin Beichen said lightly, but actually rejected Wang Ruhu directly.

Then Wang Ruhu discovered that he couldn't hold Lin Beichen's trouser legs at all!

No matter how tightly he hugged Lin Beichen, Lin Beichen's trouser leg was like a slippery loach, completely impossible to grasp.

"Oh! It's really the master's face... Mr. Lin is the real master of calligraphy and painting. I, Wang Ruhu, swear that I will never call myself a master again, let alone call myself a master of calligraphy and painting!"

Wang Ruhu bowed to Lin Beichen's back.

Everyone around took pictures of this scene and felt extremely horrified. This was simply a dream!

At this moment, Hong Lei's cell phone suddenly rang next to Lin Beichen.

"Leilei, have you come to the art exhibition? Oh, okay, okay, I'm on the second floor. Come up quickly!"

At this moment, in a star-rated hotel several hundred meters away from the painting exhibition.

Bai Ling was looking down at the art exhibition venue through the glass window, with an expectant smile on her lips.

Beside her, Li Jizu looked a little expectant and crazy.

Things are already half done!

"Jizu, are you telling the truth? As long as you succeed, you can give me 10 million?" Bai Ling asked excitedly.

"As long as you can get rid of Lin Beichen, a mere ten million is nothing. When the time comes, I will inform Mr. Liu of your contribution, and you will definitely be rewarded greatly!"

Li Jizu took a long drag on his cigarette, his eyes flashing with malice: "Lin Beichen, you won't be able to escape this time!"

…

Art exhibition on the second floor.

Compared to the quietness on the first floor, it was completely silent, as if there was no one around.

Hong Lei tried to call Bai Ling again, but couldn't get through. She was a little confused.

"There's something wrong here, Leilei. If something happens later, follow me closely."

As soon as Lin Beichen went up to the second floor, he felt an extremely dangerous aura and an ominous premonition.

He is respected as the Taoist Lord. As a practitioner, he is naturally close to the Tao. This premonition is often very accurate.

"Lin Beichen, go to hell!"

At this moment, the box doors on the second floor all opened, and seven burly men with their faces covered surrounded Lin Beichen and Hong Lei.

They exuded an extremely dangerous aura and were full of murderous intent. Each of them held a black sharp knife in their hand, which was tempered with poison!

Obviously, these seven people are professional killers, and their cultivation levels are quite high!

"It seems that some people are still determined not to give up. They don't know the difference between immortals and mortals, and want to use eggs to hit rocks."

Unexpectedly, Lin Beichen sighed.

The next moment, he struck out like lightning, and between his crossed hands, gray amber threads appeared like black diamonds.
To be continued...