Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 69: Myojo Flower

　　 "Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I will finish the follow-up story soon."

　　Sun Mo guarantees.

　　 Everyone called him a little friend, he was still a fan, and he was so generous, so Sun Mo changed his mouth and used a respectful sentence.

　　 "That's good!"

　　 Zheng Qingfang drank a drink and continued to persuade: "But you still have to accept the money. Don’t worry, this money will not be included in the manuscript fee. I will also print one thousand, no, three thousand copies. The money you sell, excluding costs, is yours."

　　 "Is this not so good?"

　　Sun Mo frowned, Zheng Qingfang was working for him in vain.

　　 "What's so bad? Such a wonderful novel must be seen by everyone, otherwise it will be a pearl covered in dust and a violent thing."

　　 Zheng Qing said righteously. As for silver, he didn't mention a word.

　　As a high-ranking official, Zheng Qingfang has no shortage of such things as silver. What he lacks is money.

　　 After watching "Journey to the West", Zheng Qingfang immediately liked the Monkey King and the Holy Monk Sanzang. If he didn't give it to others, he would not sleep well.

　　 Zheng Qingfang has already decided that when the book is printed, send it to those dozens of friends first, otherwise they will definitely blame themselves for getting a good thing but they will enjoy it alone without telling everyone.

　　 "Congratulations, you have the first diehard fan!"

　　 system ridicule.

　　 "Then why don't you reward me?"

　　Sun Moxin said, I will write my own next book.

　　 system ‘huh’.

　　 "Okay, you need to be a little more generous to be a man, don't push around for a few taels."

　　 Zheng Qingfang made a final decision.

　　 Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was really impatient, and he really wanted to give it to himself, Sun Mo toasted: "Thanks to Uncle Zheng for his kindness, then I will be disrespectful!"

　　 "A lot of etiquette, trouble!"

　　 Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved: "Be free and easy!"

　　What can Sun Mo say, die-hard fans are so unreasonable, so crazy!

　　The topic of the two people always revolved around the Western Heaven to learn from the scriptures. Zheng Qingfang wanted to empty the plot in Sun Mo's belly.

　　Lu Zhiruo sat next to her obediently, without interrupting, not breathing loudly, and she could only be seen when she was drinking.

　　 "By the way, if it is going to be published, it must be accompanied by illustrations. Do you have any ideas?"

　　 Zheng Qingfang asked.

　　This type of novel, he was the first to see, and the four masters and apprentices were too styled. Zheng Qingfang worried that the painter he got could not grasp the essence of the characters.

　　Sun Mo's spirit lifted up: "How many pictures do you want?"

　　 "Look at the content, but the portrait of each character is definitely needed."

　　 Zheng Qingfang has been in officialdom for so many years. He has long been a human being. When I looked at Sun Mo’s expression, I guessed his thoughts: "Sun Xiaoyou is a famous teacher, he must be versatile, and he is also involved in painting, right?"

　　 "Ok!"

　　 Sun Moxin said that in the morning, I can also draw a picture of a chicken eating rice. Other than myself, I still can’t understand it. But now, after I learned the painting, I am working on the branch of Chinese painting called "Character" painting. , Can be a master.

　　"Why are you humble? My Peerless Master System does not shame you?"

　　 The system is upset: "Tell him loudly that you are a master of Chinese painting!"

　　 "Oh? How many days can I get the manuscript?"

　　 Zheng Qingfang can’t wait. The illustrations drawn by the original author are definitely the essence of the novel that best reflects the essence.

　　 "Now?"

　　Sun Mo is going to prepare for the next lesson and get the first public lesson well, so there is no time to run to Xuan Bookstore.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Zheng Qingfang almost showed a suspicious look, asking if you can do it, drawing illustrations, don’t you need to brew?

　　"You should have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, right?"

　　Sun Mo has read too many works and derivative works about Journey to the West. Those characters, without conceiving, already exist in his mind.

　　 "Do you really need to brew it?"

　　 Zheng Qingfang ordered the old servant who had been with him for more than ten years to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Forget it, let Sun Mo paint. The original author's face is still to be given.

　　 Besides, if it doesn’t work, it’s not too late to find a master painter with great skill.

　　The long table was set up, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready. The old servant didn't step back either. Instead, he stepped back two steps and stood on his side, ready to wait for one or two at any time.

　　Don’t look at the two steps of retreat. They are just right. They will not be too close and disturb the guests, nor will they appear too far to make the guests feel slowed.

　　If it wasn't from a big family, I wouldn't be able to practice it.

　　 This is the so-called family heritage, and one detail is fully revealed.

　　Lu Zhiruo rubbed ink and became a little maid.

　　 Sun Mo picked up the brush, originally thinking that he would be unfamiliar, but after a few breaths, a familiar feeling emerged, as if he had been writing for more than ten years, and he felt free.

　　 dipped in ink, and Sun Mo wrote down.

　　The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie, who was right to practice writing.

　　's master-level "figure painting" painting technique, let Sun Mo really think about what he can draw, and there is no error.

　　 The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice writing, and the effect was far better than he thought.

　　 Zheng Qingfang watched a monster with a pig-headed human body carrying a nine-tooth rake appear, and the plots about Zhu Bajie in his mind suddenly appeared.

　　 is vivid, vivid, and more artistic.

　　 "Good!"

　　 Zheng Qingfang gave a compliment and couldn't help but look at Sun Mo.

　　 This young man, who looks like a twenty-year-old, did not expect to have such a high level of attainments in Chinese painting.

　　 Doesn’t he want to be a famous painter?

　　 Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang feels a bit regretful. After all, the social status of a famous painter is like that, and it is far less respectable than the famous master who teaches the way of cultivation.

　　 Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze. He is now completely immersed in the pleasure of painting. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to draw a Hatano teacher who came out without clothes.

　　 There is no way, Sun Mo in the clothes doesn’t even know him!

　　 one! Two! Three!

　　 Sha Wujing! Bodhi Patriarch! Little white dragon!

　　 Sun Mo’s paintings are so enjoyable. It’s like a game that I just bought or a small movie I downloaded. How can I go to dinner without having a good time?

　　 Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also enjoyed watching them, and they shook their minds out of the plot. Even the old servant who was staying nearby could not help but stand on tiptoes and look at the paper on the table.

　　 These characters are painted with charm, as if they were about to jump out of paper!

　　 When the willow shoots were on the moon, the ninth portrait of the person was the scene of the dazzling Monkey King. The scene of stepping through the alchemy furnace was vividly on the paper.

　　 "Awesome!"

　　 Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't help but clapped his hands in praise.

　　 This Sun Dasheng painted so fascinatingly, that sharp, domineering, and unruly aura came upon his face.

　　 "Yes!"

　　Lu Zhiruo nodded busy.

　　 "Draw the last one and rest!"

　　Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, and he was a little tired.

　　 "Draw another master Sanzang, right?"

　　Lu Zhiruo begged in a low voice.

　　 "Good!"

　　 Sun Mo writes down. This time, he chose Sanzang in the west. He no longer wears a gorgeous cassock, and he is also in the dust.

　　 led the white horse, holding the nine-ring tin rod, and trudged hard against the sand.

　　 drew and painted, Sun Mo remembered his path to school back then, and remembered how after graduating, how to gain a firm foothold in the City No. 2 Middle School, step by step, and finally became a high school gold medal teacher, a deep appreciation of the old principal .

　　 Now, when I come to Tang State, Zhongzhou, it’s impossible to say that I don’t want to be at home, but think about Li Ziqi, think about Lu Zhiruo, think about a few new students, and Sun Mo suddenly became proud again. .

　　They trust themselves, and they must teach them well in order to live up to them.

　　 eat soft rice?

　　Graduated from trash school?

　　 has no talent, just a trash fish who should live an ordinary life for an ordinary person?

　　 wait and see!

　　 I will soon become the first teacher in the school, the first teacher in Jinling, and the first teacher in Jiangnan...

　　 I am not worthy of An Xinhui?

　　 I will let you change your mouth one day, saying that An Xinhui climbed me up!

　　Sun Mo brushed with dragons and snakes and splashed ink.

　　 The trip to the west of Sanzo, gradually taking shape.

　　 During this period, Sun Mo was called by those people to eat soft rice. He was slandered by those people who didn’t know how to roll his eyes. He seemed open-minded and didn’t care, but deep in his heart, after all, he was unhappy.

　　Sun Mo is waiting for an opportunity, a chance to prove himself.

　　 "Since I have come to Middle-earth, since I am still a teacher, I will do the best to prove that I am stronger than you Kyushu natives~IndoMTL.com~! Excellent! Even more powerful!"

　　Sun Mo left Middle-earth, but his heart is still a teenager!

　　 The blood is not cold, the ambition is not quenched!

　　 When encountering slander and contempt, just **** them, **** them hard, until they find teeth all over the floor and close their mouths completely.

　　 The auras all around gathered together, gathered at the tip of the pen, and attached to the scroll with Sun Mo's strokes.

　　"This...this is...the realm of wonderful pens and flowers?"

　　 Zheng Qingfang exclaimed.

　　The so-called wonderful pen and flowers are a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a wonder.

　　 is a painting drawn by a painter, as if it really exists. When you look at it, your mind will be swayed and intoxicated.

　　Miaobishenghua has three realms.

　　 The third class, the whole painting is lifelike, because of the attachment of the spiritual energy, it is no longer black and white ink paper color, but becomes colorful, revealing a strong atmosphere.

　　 As long as people see it at a glance, they can't help stopping and staying, and then reluctant to open their eyes.

　　 Second class, the painter is infected by the artistic conception displayed by the painting, and loses control of his emotions without knowing it. Obsessed, hesitated, loves, painful, fascinated by the painting, wants to take it for himself and cherish it.

　　 is the first class, and is also the highest level of a famous painter.

　　The painter was immersed in the painting, as if he had become the person in the painting, experienced everything about him, and realized his life.

　　 At this time, they have ignored the passage of time, stopped to watch, often for days and nights, indulged and unable to extricate themselves.

　　 Zheng Qingfang has heard that there are so few paintings handed down that ordinary people can’t look at them at all, because they can’t look away anymore, as if the soul is thrown into the picture scroll, and the whole person becomes demented. , I just want to be with this painting all day long.