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"Oh, it's not what I want to buy, it was an old man who asked me to buy it." After hearing this, the beggar did not hide it, and directly told the truth and spoke.

"Old man?" Wuqi couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Then why did he buy my painting?"

"I don't know this." The beggar shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and said that he was not aware of it.

"Then after you bought the painting, do you want to send it to the old man?" Wuqi continued to ask.

The beggar shook his head again and said, "No. The old man told me that you can just pick a painting of yours and buy it. Then, just enjoy it carefully for a few minutes and find that it is not good, just tear it off.

He gave me a total of five hundred taels of silver, saying that this was done to teach you a lesson, so that you could know that your paintings are not worthy of the title of master. As long as I do this according to his wishes, all the remaining money will belong to me."

Weird old man.

After hearing the beggar's words, these words appeared in Wuqi's mind. He really couldn't understand why an old man who had nothing to do with him thought of using this method to humiliate himself. However, when he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

It must be because of his reputation that it caused a lot of jealousy. The old man is probably one of them. However, the old man should also be a master of painting, but he is just dissatisfied with the title given to him by people. As for why the other party is unwilling to show up, there are more reasons. Maybe it is because the other party does not like to show up in public, or maybe it is because the other party cannot show up in public.

But no matter what the reason is, the other party’s intention is already very clear, and it is just to make trouble.

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi waved his hand to the beggar and said, "You go. I won't sell my paintings anymore. For those who have other plans and don't really like the paintings themselves, I won't sell them to them. But don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about you. But that old gentleman."

"It's true." When the beggar heard this, he was not angry, but smiled slightly. He showed an expression that he had known Wuqi would answer like this for a long time, and said, "That old man is right. You are indeed a conceited person. He told me that if you answer like this, you just need to look at his paintings and you will know what there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond heaven."

After saying this, the beggar reached into his clothes and groped for a while. A piece of paper tied with black thread immediately appeared in people's sight. The beggar slowly untied the thread and spread the paper flat, and a vivid painting was presented to everyone in an instant.

This is a very, very simple painting. There are no majestic mountains and rivers, nor any exquisite flowers, plants and trees. The only thing they have is an ordinary animal.

It was a tiger, a fierce tiger down the mountain, with bright eyes and radiating the fierce light of murder, like lightning. The tiger's body was extremely strong and its hair was very thick and realistic. It was perfect for the painter to see from a distance or close up.

But just like this painting, I want to compare it with Wuqi paintings?

Not only Wuqi finds it funny, but even the people around him can see the gap. This painting is indeed very well painted and can be regarded as a first-class work, but compared with Wuqi's works that have both artistic conception and gorgeous picture sense, it is still much inferior. In terms of skill, it is only half of Wuqi's degree at most.

"Is this the old man's painting? It's ridiculous! I thought it was such a powerful painting, but it turned out to be just an ordinary animal painting."

Wuqi held the painting in his hand and looked carefully for a long time. After confirming that the painting was nothing special, he made his own judgment. The old man was just a person who overestimated his abilities and deliberately made trouble, and had no real material at all.

As soon as this view appeared, it immediately attracted the recognition of many people around, including those people who did not study paintings very thoroughly and could not even see the level of paintings.

"That's it! I'm just a vegetable seller and don't know what high level is or what low level is. But the painting you took out is still much worse than the works of Master Wuqi. Even I can see this, let alone other people, are you right?"

"That's right! What's the painting? Isn't it just an ordinary tiger? I thought it would be a magical brush. So that's it. Although I don't know how to draw, I still have the ability to appreciate it. Any painting by Master Wuqi is a hundred times better than this painting."

As for those who didn't speak, they kept shaking their heads and expressed their disappointment in a silent way. They were gathered here just to see the excitement. Will there be a duel between Wuqi and the master of Chinese paintings several months ago? Unexpectedly, it turned out to be just a farce, which was too boring.

The beggar suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and immediately felt that he didn't know whether to advance or retreat. He wanted to say something to get out, but he felt that doing his task was not considered a completion at all. He was in vain and was insulted. It was too unworthy. If he didn't leave here, he was constantly criticized by others, and he felt less and less uncomfortable.

What should I do?

As soon as he thought of this, the beggar forced a smile and said in embarrassment: "Master Wuqi, you know that I am just a beggar, and I don't know very well whether the old man's painting is good. I came here just by him.

But if I go back empty-handed now, I can't take the money I get. You should know that it's not easy for us to be beggars. If we have money, who would be willing to be beggars? You think so?

I hope, oh no, it's not hope, it's me begging you, can you help me once, just let me buy your painting? Let me tear it in public, so that everyone can have a testimony. I'll finish the task."

Wuqi was speechless after hearing this. What this beggar said was so angry, but the other party said it was right. It was indeed the best choice to do so from the other party's standpoint. Because, in this way, the other party can live a safe and good life from now on without having to continue standing on the street begging and being despised.

If this is the case, it is not impossible for you to help the other party. However, all the other party lacks is money. Since that's the case, why can't you give the other party more money? Even if you do good deeds and accumulate good deeds?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi shook his head and said, "The painting will never be sold to you. Your motive is not pure, so I will not help you. However, this will not help you. I can help you with the other things. Aren't you short of money? I can give you some."

As he said that, Wuqi put his hand into his pocket without waiting for the beggar to reply. He took out a few solid gold ingots and put them in the beggar's hand. He smiled and said, "I have some gold here, you can use it. Although you don't have as much as you take from that old man, it's enough to do a little business to support yourself. Live a good life and stop accepting such a detrimental commission."

"Okay, thank you guy." The beggar kept nodding, and was already very happy when he heard Wuqi's words, and kept saying words of gratitude.

The next moment, the onlookers began to slowly disperse. People felt that the farce was over and it was getting late. It was time to go home. Of course, Wuqi was the same. He carefully cleaned up the stalls and was about to go back to his hotel with Xiaobai to rest.

The beggar looked at Wuqi with gratitude, nodded constantly, and said "thank you" more than ten times before getting up and leaving. But at this moment, just as he packed up his things and was about to put away the painting he brought, someone suddenly exclaimed, and suddenly gathered the dispersed crowd again.

"Ah!!! God! I'm not wrong, right? Look at what that is!!!"

As soon as the scream sounded, everyone who was ready to leave stopped at the same time and looked in the direction the man said. Wuqi was the same. He felt very curious about what it was that could make the person so excited and surprised.

The person who exclaimed was a very thin scholar, dressed very specially, and could not be regarded as the most generous young master, but he was definitely an expert in calligraphy and painting appreciation. Because Wuqi knew this person, who visited his stall the most during this period and also helped him sell many works.

It is no exaggeration to say that this person is equivalent to an elite-level painting appraiser, with a very high vision. Wuqi rarely speaks a word of gold here. The exclamation like the one just now actually comes from this person. Wuqi, who knows it, suddenly became curious. What did the other party see?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi quickly turned his head and followed the man's gaze. He saw a painting falling motionlessly in front of everyone. There was only one thing in the painting, that was a tiger going down the mountain. Wuqi was really familiar with this. It was not someone else's painting, but the painting brought by the beggar just now.

This painting has been appreciated by myself and other onlookers just now. It is a very mediocre type, but why can that person make such an exclamation now?

As soon as he thought about this, Wuqi couldn't help but be confused. He used more energy to observe the painting, but it was fine if he didn't spend his energy. After spending his energy, Wuqi was surprised to notice a detail he had ignored before.

That is the posture of this tiger. It was still a leaping posture a moment ago, but as long as you don’t look away from the painting and stare at the tiger carefully, you will slowly find that the tiger in the painting is actually moving. Although the movement is not too large, it is really moving.

Because, soon after, the posture of the tiger in the painting changed from a leaping posture to a running posture.

And this is not the end. As time goes by, the tiger continues to move, and it seems that it will never stop. No matter what the details are, it looks like a real living thing. It is surprising and also makes Wuqi feel particularly incredible.

It was not until then that Wu Qi finally understood why the appraiser was so surprised. It turned out that he, like himself, had ignored the most unique part of this painting before.

"Oh my God! Did I see it? That tiger! That tiger! It...it...it actually lived!!!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I? A tiger in the painting can actually move! This... this is incredible!"

"Is this the highest realm in legend? Drawing has reached the pinnacle and surpasses any master's master's works?"
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