Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 507: Fight painting

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was thinking, in fact, he was upset, old man Zheng, are you disgusting?

The first two famous paintings were evaluated casually by Miao Mu. It doesn't matter. After all, there is no comparison, but now they are all two tripartite paintings.

Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to this Gandalf, but if he had to say it himself, it was a bit slapped.

"Does Master Miao have any unique insights?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Good painting!"

Miao Mu said two words dryly, and then wittily brought the focus to Sun Mo: "Didn’t Sun Shi just use the eyes of a famous teacher to evaluate my Tripitaka? Then this one, What do you think?"

What can Sun Mo say?

Can't boast, right?

In case it turns out that I am Gandalf in the future, that self-praised name cannot escape, so I'm still humble.

"This painting has big flaws. Gandalf's painting is too unconcerned, very casual!"

Sun Mo thought about the condition of his painting at the time, and found a flaw.

"Master Sun, please respect Master Gandalf, how can you call him by his first name?"

Li Zixing scolded.

"Yeah, I don't respect people too much!"

Miao Mu sighed: "Although the literati are indifferent, don't be so obvious, OK?"

This is a matter of personal ethics, there is nothing to wash!

Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and wanted to laugh, making you careless! First put on you a hat that despises the slow master.

Puff!

Zheng Qingfang didn't hold back, and laughed again.

"Uncle Zheng, are you...?"

Qi Muen is surprised, he always feels the evil taste of Zheng Qingfang's smile.

"Stomach hurts!"

Zheng Qingfang explained.

"Master Sun, from the perspective of the lines, Master Gandalf's painting is fast, but it is not called urgent, but freehand. Only when you can achieve this state of sending and receiving freely, you are called a master!"

Miao Meng pointed.

Ding!

The favorability degree from Miaomu +50, neutral (50/100).

"..."

Sun Mo is speechless, this is all right?

"Master Sun, are there any shortcomings in this painting?"

Zheng Qingfang asked narrowly.

"Artistic conception, right? Almost meaningless!"

Sun Mo feels uncomfortable. He really doesn't dare to praise him. What do you want to do, Zheng old man?

"Master Sun, this is very bad. I always feel that there is something missing in Master Miao’s paintings, but I don’t know what is missing, but after seeing this one, I understand that Master Gandalf is The author of "Journey to the West", so his Sanzang is more charming!"

Qi Muen retorted that it was not that Miao Mu was not good, but that he hadn't read the full version of Journey to the West, and he hadn't understood Sanzang.

"Master Sun, you are not a professional, so please don't judge other people's paintings casually in the future, it is shameful and conspicuous!"

Lesson from the Miao screen.

The guests around started talking, and they had a negative impression of Sun Mo. There was no way, because they also thought this tripartite painting was very good.

Sun Mo is simply nitpicking.

Listening to the noise, Lu Zhiruo was upset.

"You are not worthy to talk to the teacher about painting!"

Lu Zhiruo is like a little dog, defending Sun Mo.

"I'm not worthy? Do you dare to compare?"

Miao Mu sneered and took the opportunity to challenge.

Wang Ye said that he wanted to find a chance to kill your aggressiveness. I didn't expect that you came here by yourself, so don't blame me for being impolite.

Of course, Miao Mu also took this opportunity to show off his painting skills and expand his popularity.

Rather than waiting for Sun Mo to speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.

"Okay, Master Sun, your direct student is present, and there are so many teachers. Don't be stage fright!"

Zheng Qing said righteously.

"Uncle Zheng, what are you..."

Sun Mo smiled bitterly. He understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his paintings.

"Haha, Douhua? I like this fun show!"

Li Zixing laughed: "But let me say it first, Master Miao's words are mine!"

"Master, you are wrong!"

"Make a bid, the highest bidder gets it!"

"Will there be a famous painting?"

The guests talked a lot. They didn't care about the fighting painting competition. Sun Mo would lose anyway. They wanted to see if Miao Mu could make a famous painting.

"Go, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

After Zheng Qingfang gave the order, he announced in public: "The paintings of my grandchildren and grandchildren will belong to my Zheng, no one is allowed to grab them!"

As soon as Zheng Qingfang's voice fell, the audience was silent, and the guests looked at him because they were unknown. Did you say the wrong name?

Sun Mo's painting?

Who wants it!

It's hard to wipe your butt.

Soon, four huge tables of Eight Immortals were lifted up, in pairs, and then pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed.

"There is no problem, the two can play freely!"

Li Zixing spoke first.

Generally, there will be a specific topic for fighting painting, but for the painter, there will always be good and bad things. If you put up a topic that you are not good at, it will be over.

"Master, why don't you ask a question?"

Zheng Qingfang asked back.

With Li Zixing's face, I couldn't help being embarrassed, because everyone in the room knew that he had a good relationship with Miao Mu, and naturally knew what he was good at.

"Be free to play, it is possible to make famous paintings!"

Li Ziqi casually found a reason. No matter what he painted, Sun Mo couldn't win.

Qi Muen glanced at the sky: "Then it's half an hour?"

After all, this is a deer-tail banquet. You can't let two people paint forever!

"Good!"

Miao Mu tossed his sleeves, paced like a master, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals. What painting can perfectly show my painting skills?

As for Sun Mo, the enemy?

Please, he wins me with the head?

Miao Mu stood at the table of the Eight Immortals and picked up the wolf hao, but did not write.

"Sun Mo, hurry up!"

Zheng Qingfang stood beside Sun Mo and reminded in a low voice: "They, painters, have several paintings they are best at, just to cope with this situation."

It can be said that Miao Mu was meditating there, in fact pretending to be.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled bitterly.

Looking at Sun Mo’s expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself and explained in a low voice: “Sun Mo, with your identity and status, one year later, I am afraid that I will become a three-star master teacher. What face will I have? Are you asking for a painting? So I can only take advantage of this opportunity to earn you another painting!"

Zheng Qingfang loves painting and books, but he has not urged Sun Mo to write the second half of "Journey to the West" because he knows this is a trail.

As a master teacher, Sun Mo has more important things to do.

Today, this is the right time. Anyway, Li Zixing wants to use a famous painter to attack Sun Mo. Then Zheng Qingfang will just use his plan to give Sun Mo a chance to perform, and by the way, he will get another famous painting.

"Do you guarantee that I can draw a famous painting?"

Sun Mo laughed at himself.

"Don't be presumptuous. Miao Mu is twenty-nine years old this year, and he has only painted a famous painting. How about you? Twenty years old, three!"

Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers. In his opinion, Miao Mu wants to compare with Sun Mo? It's simply overkill.

In order to prevent Sun Mo and Miao Mu from being disturbed, everyone else stood ten meters away and could only watch from a distance.

Of course, big men like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing are exceptions.

"Go ahead and prove to these people that you are not only the number one painter in Jinling, but also the number one painter in Jinling!"

Zheng Qingfang handed Sun Mo the wolf.

Sun Mo took the pen, to be honest, he was not in the mood to paint, but when he turned his head and saw the three of Li Ziqi, looking at him with expectant eyes, he suddenly felt that he could not embarrass the students.

In their hearts, they believe that they are the most powerful master teachers, so they must do this at all times.

"Teacher, come on!"

The papaya girl shook her small fist.

"Haha!"

Sun Mo smiled, raising his hand is a well-known memory, blessing on his body, this is to abandon distractions and calm down first.

"What are you painting?"

Sun Mo pondered and looked around casually, looking for inspiration.

These guests, with luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, can be worth a year of living expenses for a family of three.

The table is full of luxurious and exquisite food, surrounded by servants and maids serving...

Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by the famous teachers, and some young people, showed envy in their expressions.

Yes, who doesn’t want to be able to attend a banquet of such a high standard?

Sun Mo held the pen, dipped it in the ink, and then dropped the pen.

"So fast?"

An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo's painting was too hasty and didn't have a good idea.

"Hey, these few clicks are amazing!"

Qi Muen and Li Zixing are acquainted. After reading Sun Mo's few strokes, I know that this kid is not easy.

Gradually, a galloping horse suddenly appeared on the paper.

Young people yearn for a better life and envy the children of the rich. That's right. If you turn this envy into motivation, it will be even better.

Know what you want and fight for it.

I don’t have a good family background, I can’t fight my father, I don’t look handsome enough, I don’t have Bai Fumei to look at, even luck is not my turn...

It's okay, as long as you have hands, that's enough!

Run!

Run!

Run tirelessly!

Every time you work hard, you will get closer to your goal!

Sun Mo's emotions have completely risen. Not only does he want to inspire these young people, but also think of himself, my generation will fight endlessly in this life!

Om!

Sun Mo's brush was shining brightly, and the spirits around him began to gather together.

"This spiritual energy, is a wonderful pen giving birth to flowers?"

The Prefect Fang exclaimed, and subconsciously looked at Miao Mu.

Others also looked over, but they found that there was no movement on his side, and then they turned their heads subconsciously, and they saw the fluorescent light on the scroll of Sun Mo!

"What the hell?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Why are there so many flowers? And so fast?"

The guests were completely shocked. How long has it been since the beginning of the fight? Why did Sun Mo explode here?

Aren't you a famous artist, but an incognito famous painter?

"This..."

Li Zixing was dumbfounded.

"That's it!"

Qi Muen finally understands why Zheng Qingfang laughed so badly~IndoMTL.com~It turns out that Master Gandalf is Sun Mo!

At this moment, Qi Luma looked at Sun Mo, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

A combination of calligraphy and painting, Niu Boyi!

Ding!

The favorability degree from Qi Muen +500, friendly (500/1000).

Hearing the noise around him, Zheng Qingfang directly raised his head, his stern and majestic eyes swept across the audience, shutting up all of them, and if anyone interfered with this famous painting by Sun Mo, I would kill him!

When the line of sight fell on Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang was so relieved that he didn't look at the wrong person!

Genius, just so good, just so unreasonable!

"You...you... why are you so proficient?"

An Xinhui was shocked. When did her childhood sweetheart still be a famous painter? And looking at this calm and calm look, it seems that he has become accustomed to this phenomenon.