Chapter 915 Similar Paintings

Lin Meiyu's beautiful hole. She slowly pushed it in. At this time, the area below Lin Meiyu had already become moist and slippery, making it easy for Ye Fan's long gun to enter. However, his long gun...Let's not dwell on Lao Mo's feelings for now. To get back to Ye Fan, after seeing Lao Mo appear, Xiao Li clearly became more attached. Knowing it was impossible to learn anything more about the painter from her, she simply took the painting and walked away.

But just as he turned around, he saw Ma Xiaobai walking dejectedly towards him with a frown. In his hand, he still held the painting set that he had given him, but his face was pale and sorrowful.

"What's wrong Aren't you going to steal Zeng Xiaogun's limelight"

Ma Xiaobing saw it was Ye Fan, and couldn't help but sigh: "Don't mention it, Zeng Xiaojun got another spot from somewhere, then went behind a piece of ancient painting to show off. Of course I couldn't let him get his way. What if the woman behind the ancient painting is Mo Shennv How would I handle that"

“So I jumped in to answer the question before him, trying to steal the limelight from that Master of Answering Questions. Unexpectedly, I was beaten back to my original form within just a few moves by that woman.” Ma Xiaobai said dejectedly.

The so-called "host" actually refers to the ten female guests hidden within the secret chambers of the calligraphy and painting collection.

Ma Xiaobai, despite not being the best student or possessing a natural talent like Zeng Xiaojun in their field, was confident in his calligraphy skills. However, to his surprise, he was immediately overwhelmed by others upon arrival. How could he not be downhearted

And what's even more infuriating is that, up to now, his rival hasn't emerged from the situation yet. This leaves Ma Xiaobing feeling a deep sense of frustration.

Ye Fan found it amusing. This young Marco seemed to be quite a passionate person, but such a personality might mean he lacked any scheming, appearing to be an honest man through and through.

"Look, who's that" Ye Fan suddenly pointed in that direction.

Ma Xiaobing turned his head and saw a man with gold-rimmed glasses, looking haggard, retreating from the ancient painting. Ma Xiaobing exclaimed excitedly: "Haha, I didn't expect this Zeng Xiaogun to lose so quickly, haha. So-called high achievers are nothing but that, hmph."

Ma Xiaobing's gloating expression, where is there now even a trace of his previous distress

"So it's still a villain who harms others and himself," Ye Fan thought, and walked directly towards the ancient painting over there.

Ma Xiaobai shouted from behind, “Brother, that Pavilion Master over there is a formidable character. Don’t go!”

Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go take a look." His footsteps didn't stop.

There were ten female guests here, all veiled in silk. Ye Fan didn't know which one was Mo Shennv. However, a long queue had already formed in front of the darkened pavilions nearby. Ye Fan didn't want to wait so long, so he might as well try his luck randomly. After all, he didn't know which pavilion housed Mo Shennv.

Ye Fan arrived at the Seventh Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion area. What was different from other places was that there were fewer people here. It wasn't that the pavilion master here was less attractive than others, but it was said that the questions this pavilion master usually asked were very tricky, and ordinary people would be turned away in two or three rounds.

That's why it doesn't seem like many people come here.

Upon entering this darkened room, Ye Fan saw a Chinese ink painting before him. The painting depicted a magnificent horse with a handsome young man riding it. The young man held a folding fan in his hand, looking carefree and elegant. Behind the horse were several butterflies flying among blooming flowers.

Ye Fan was stunned, this painting seemed familiar to him.

A sweet female voice came from behind the dark curtains, "You only have one chance to answer my question, are you prepared"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The voice was very pleasant, like a babbling brook, and it sounded like the singer had good technique. Perhaps she was even a popular singer now. But why did Ye Fan feel like he'd heard this voice before

It would make me feel this way, could it be that the person inside is just Goddess Mo

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't have many opportunities to interact with this Mo Goddess, Ye Fan actually had a deep impression of Mo Ziyan. She always acted so swiftly and decisively, giving people a clean and efficient feeling. It's just that Ye Fan was unfortunate enough to never have much opportunity to get in touch with her.

“Could it be that by answering your questions, I’ll see your true face” Ye Fan knew that every time a challenger came to guess the painting, it would be different calligraphy and painting, and the female guest behind the painting would definitely have different questions prepared. Therefore, answering was quite difficult.

The woman giggled, "As long as you can answer my three questions correctly, you can lift my veil right here in front of everyone. Of course, I'll also grant you one small wish, but nothing too outrageous."

Ye Fan swallowed nervously. Asking Mo Ziyan to kiss him in public was probably out of the question, but holding her hand wouldn't be that difficult, right

Ye Fan simply said, "Alright, let's begin."

"First, please tell me about the background of this painting. Pay attention to names of people and events. If you get one wrong, then you lose."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Ye Fan felt a wry smile creep up on his face. Strictly speaking, the female guest's question wasn't difficult. Ye Fan knew that this painting was created by an emperor of a certain dynasty in China during a painting examination. In the end, a contestant won first place based on this very painting. However, Ye Fan couldn't immediately recall which emperor it was or when and where this event took place.

If there was a mobile phone, such as Baidu, to search for information, he could probably answer immediately. But right now Ye Fan didn't know the topic beforehand, and he couldn't take out his phone to cheat in front of everyone.

It seems that taking shortcuts is impossible. There's only the way of relying on true ability.

Ye Fan immediately fell into deep thought.

Others saw him as if he had suddenly gone dumb, thinking he couldn't answer the question. Some even started urging him on, but at this moment, Ye Fan couldn't hear anything. His heart had settled down, and his mind was frantically searching for relevant memories.

Ye Fan had a unique ability from childhood: photographic memory. A string of dozens of digits, he could recite it instantly after just one glance.

After he went to the Dragon's Tooth, he systematically learned some long-term memory techniques, able to extract memories he had already seen from the sea of consciousness. However, this process could take a long time, and in the eyes of others, Ye Fan would appear to be like a computer crashing.

Ye Fan could be certain, with this very painting, the old man had once taught him. He was now trying to piece together those fragmented words and connect all the information about the painting.

"You still don't have an answer" There was a hint of smugness in the way this female guest phrased it.

It's true that getting someone to grasp the general idea isn't difficult, but to pinpoint the specific allusion and characters involved is a challenge, unless they happen to have recently seen similar artwork.

A Note to the Reader:

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