"Master Lü!"

The scene was in full bloom.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the stage with anticipation.

A master of Chinese painting!

A palace-level master!

Five years of writing!

What a glorious thing to be able to see his new work again!

A fiery light flashed in Lu Chengwen's eyes, and he squeezed towards the edge of the stage.

He had already thrown away the thoughts of washing away Lu Liang.

In front of Master Lu Shangkun, Lu Liang is a negligible ant.

In the eyes of everyone, Lu Liang drank the wine in a sip of the cheers, slowly got up and walked towards the stage.

"Luliang, what are you doing?"

Although Leng Qiushuang appears to be cold, she is also passionate in her heart at this moment, and her eyes are flashing with a look of expectation. She really wants to see the style of the famous Master Lu Shangkun.

Seeing Lu Liang turning around and leaving, a faint regret surged in his heart.

But if Lu Liang really wants to leave, she will definitely follow Lu Liang.

"Oh, they've asked me twice in a row, and I can't continue sitting still."

Lu Liang looked back and smiled. Then he turned around casually and walked towards the stage.

Leng Qiushuang was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.

Aren’t they asking Master Lu Shangkun?

How could it be Luliang?

Compared to Leng Qiushuang's doubts, Yang Jieyun snorted coldly and reached out to stop Lu Liang, "Lu Liang, are you trying to arouse public anger? Others invited Master Lu Shangkun, don't you think you will invite you again?"

"Who told you that they invited Lu Shangkun?"

Lu Liang chuckled, pushed Yang Jieyun away, and said lightly: "I am Master Lu!"

"You... are you making fun!" Yang Jieyun sneered, then snorted coldly: "When you are embarrassed for a while, don't say you know me, I can't afford to lose that person."

Yang Jieyun was a little angry.

This Lu Liang didn't know the importance of this in such an occasion, so he insisted on coming forward and making people laugh!

"Don't worry, as long as you don't say it, no one will know that I know you!"

Lu Liang replied casually, turned around and walked towards the stage.

Watching Lu Liang walking towards the stage, Lu Chengwen rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Cousin, don't bump into Master Lu!"

Lu Liang raised his brow and turned to look at Lu Chengwen who was on the edge of the stage, "I am Master Lu!"

puff……

Lu Chengwen laughed directly.

"Cousin, stop making trouble. This is a very serious occasion! Even if you want to auction the works, you have to wait for Master Lu to come out!"

Lu Chengwen's stomach hurts a little when he smiles.

Is this Lu Liang's brain so funny?

Lu Liang smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the booth, and the originally boiling lobby became quiet in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were frozen on Lu Liang.

"Who are you? Go down quickly! I'm inviting Master Lu Shangkun and Lu!"

"Whose child has hit Master Lu, can you bear it?"

"Security, security guard, please leave this lunatic! Old Lu is old and can't collide!"

“…”

At the edge of the stage, many young artists scolded Lu Liang, their eyes filled with anger.

If his eyes could kill people, Lu Liang might have died no less than ten times at this time.

Lu Chengwen hugged his hands with his chest, looked at Lu Liang meaningfully, and said softly to the people beside him: "He may have a problem with his brain, it's so pitiful. Who knows the phone number of the Snake Sperm Hospital, please call him quickly."

Lu Liang ignored those who scolded and dissatisfied, and his body and mind were still calm and calm, and he walked towards the center of the booth slowly.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people looked at Lu Liang in anger. If they weren’t concerned about their identity and the face of the upper class, they would have wanted to throw Lu Liang out directly.

However, the next scene shocked everyone's attention.

Fan Shiyi came up happily, with a look of humility and piety on his face standing in front of Lu Liang.

Turning over,

bow down!

"Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

"Get up."

Lu Liang's voice was light and he couldn't hear any anger.

Fan Shiyi quickly got up and retreated to the side humbly.

A master of academic reputation throughout the world, famous in Jiuzhou.

A young man in his twenties was in his arms and was wearing street stalls.

The white-haired art master actually knelt down to worship a young man!

In an instant, the scene was silent, and everyone felt their foreheads were congested, staring blankly at this scene that seemed like a fantasy.

The art trees behind them were also stunned, looking at Fan Shiyi like a madman.

Although Fan Shiyi said that his master was very young, in their minds, he was at least in his forties or fifties.

After all, a master in his forties and fifties is already very young on the road of art.

And Lu Liang, who looks like a student who has just walked out of the school gate, will he be an art master?

Under the booth, after a brief silence, there was noisy.

"He is the number one in calligraphy? So young?"

"I'm not disrespectful to Mr. Lu Liang. I just want to say, Wang Xiaofeng, you have been telling us that you are invited by an art master. Why has you become Mr. Lu Liang now? Are you playing tricks on me?"

"Wang Xiaofeng is kidding us, this..."

Although some children of aristocratic families were concerned about Luliang's identity, they still shouted at this time.

Even the Luo family and Lin family sitting below were looking at Liu Xuanyu at this time.

A Master Lu has mobilized their passion. Now he is going to Luliang. What's going on?

"Old Man Liu, is this a special program you arranged? Will Master Lu Shangkun come?"

Ruilian was the only one in the audience, and cheered after being stunned.

She always thought that they were invited by Master Lu Shangkun, so she was indifferent.

When he saw that it was Lu Liang coming to the stage, a fiery light flashed in his eyes instantly.

How long after, I finally saw the Holy Lord painting again?

Leng Qiushuang's eyes flashed.

Luliang brought her a great impact within one day today.

Now, she is a little numb.

Or, even if Lu Liang said that he could go to heaven, she would never doubt it.

Yang Jieyun was covered in black lines. I really don’t know what Lu Liang was thinking?

I just want to compete with Lu Chengwen, I don’t have to appear like this!

This will only make people despise and despise.

Wang Xiaofeng and others were a little embarrassed, and these aristocratic families were not easy to mess with.

Could it be that the old boy Fan Shiyi is tying them?

If you can't invite Master Luliang, just find a kid to take the blame.

It’s okay if you look for it, at least you can have snacks. If you find a child who is still not dry, isn’t this slandering on our faces?

The chests of several masters were undulating and their mouths were irritated.
Chapter completed!