Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 508: Fighting 4 seats

"Come, come, feel coming, I have a hunch, I will create a famous painting today!"

Miao Mu waved a few splashes of ink, and his expression was sometimes excited and sometimes hideous in accordance with the artistic conception expressed in the painting. As for the noisy discussions of the guests around, he would not have heard it long ago, because he had entered the realm of forgetting things.

Then, some light spots passed in front of my eyes.

"Haha, a wonderful pen gives birth to flowers!"

Miao Mu was overjoyed and was about to make persistent efforts, but when his gaze fell on the scroll, he was stunned. Why wasn't it colored?

Wait, why did this spot escape?

Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu's gaze followed the trajectory of these light spots, and then found that they had fallen on the rice paper in front of Sun Mo.

This guy who was still not ashamed just now, the wolf's hoof in his hand is shining brightly, shining brightly.

"What?"

Miao Mu's body shook, and Langhao uncontrollably drew an ink mark that shouldn't have appeared on the scroll.

For painting, this is a huge mistake. Basically, it is impossible to create a realm of brilliant brushwork, but with Miaomu's painting technique, it can be remedied, and at least one good work can be handed over.

But now, everything becomes meaningless.

"Well...Wonderful pen gives birth to flowers?"

Miao Mu's face was shocked, as if she had seen an alluring beauty married to an ugly beggar covered with abscesses, and she was a horrible old man who had passed away.

How is this possible?

This is not a realm that can't be achieved by a non-famous painter, even if it is a mine at home, it just depends on talent.

But this Sun Mo...

How old is he? Seems to be twenty years old?

Miao Mu felt very angry and jealous when he thought of this incident, and felt that he had lived as a dog for the past 30 years.

"Miao Mu, calm down, you may also be wrong!"

Miao Mu vigorously rubbed his eyes, and then he was desperate. That's right, the aura and light were lingering, and the colors on the rice paper were gorgeous, just like a wonderful brush and blooming flowers!

"Failed!"

"Failed!"

"Failed!"

Out of instinct, Miao Mu began to curse Sun Mo for failing. As for his own paintings, he could no longer continue because of his confusion.

For half an hour, Sun Mo closed his pen and the famous painting took shape.

A picture of a galloping horse appeared in front of everyone.

The entire Linjiang Hall was silent, everyone couldn't help taking a few steps forward, standing on their toes, craned their necks and looked around.

"Master Miao, do you want to continue painting?"

Qi Muen asked.

According to the usual practice, in the case of fighting painting, only when both parties have completed the picture scroll, or when the specified time is reached, can the comparison start, but now in this situation, Miao Mu has clearly collapsed.

"Draw... draw!"

Miao Mu recovered from the shock and wanted to continue painting, but his mind was in a mess, and the brewing emotions had long since disappeared.

Why is this?

It's obviously my famous banquet, why was it caught by an outsider?

"Master Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force it!"

Zheng Qingfang persuaded him.

"Master Miao, would you like to go down and rest for a while?"

Qi Muen gave Miao Mu a step down.

You are very famous. You are known as the number one painter in Jinling, but Sun Mo made a famous painting in the fight against painting. You win with the head?

Only famous paintings can be better than famous paintings!

If you are interested, please go down quickly, don't delay everyone's appreciation of the painting.

"I...I..."

On Miao Mu’s forehead, a bead of sweat oozes out. Since the first famous painting was painted three years ago, wherever he went, he was treated according to the master’s specifications. He has never been so embarrassed. .

Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his self-esteem as a famous painter kept him, because he had to flee without fighting.

"I'm fine, let's enjoy the painting!"

Miao Mu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and accepting failure calmly is also an experience.

"Come, show the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang waved his hand proudly, and immediately two tall maids stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right. The plain white hands pinched the rice paper and showed the scroll to the guests.

Wow!

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the audience.

On the rice paper, the green grass grows endlessly, as if extending to the horizon, under the clear blue sky, the clouds are rolling.

There is a herd of horses, lazily resting by the lake.

The exception to this is the seven ponies. They are racing, hoofing and running, chasing the clouds in the sky.

Their horse hooves took up the soil and trampled on the grass, their mane and horsetail fluttered in the wind, like flags waving!

The content of this famous painting is not complicated, but the overall composition is bold and majestic, making people feel as if they are on the vast prairie, blending with the world, and then the horse galloping, that smooth The muscles of the line are simply intoxicating, just a rough glance, you can appreciate the beauty of power.

After being exclaimed, the guests calmed down and watched the galloping horses carefully.

This is the power of famous paintings. Even if you don't understand, you can feel the charm.

"Masterpiece, it is a masterpiece. Just looking at it, I feel full of power in my heart, I want to run like those horses!"

Fang Taishou admired again and again.

"Sun Mo is still a famous painter?"

Cao Xian was shocked and looked at Yue Rongbo beside him.

"I just found out too!"

Yue Rongbo looked at Sun Mo curiously, boy, you hide so deeply! And your talent, is it like a river running endlessly?

Ding!

Friendship from Yue Rongbo +100, friendly (836/1000).

"I said earlier, the teacher is the best!"

Lu Zhiruo's face is calm: "Okay, okay, don't be surprised, this is just a basic operation, just applaud!"

Ying Baiwu never doubted this.

Goooo!

Li Ziqi looked at the galloping horse and took a sip of water. Compared with the papaya girl who blindly worships Sun Mo and the iron girl who doesn't know how to paint, Xiao Hebao knows how difficult it is to reach the state of wonderful pen and flower!

And the teacher, come here at your fingertips!

My deed, teacher, are you the most beloved cub of God?

……

Gu Xiujun looked at the famous painting, turned her head suddenly, and looked at An Xinhui. She has always admired An Xinhui, but now, she suddenly hates her a bit, even a little bit jealous.

Why can you get such an excellent fiance?

"I suddenly felt that I might not be worthy of him!"

An Xin applauded and sighed.

Gu Xiuxun was taken aback, and quickly lowered her head, "No...no, sister Xinhui is also very good!"

……

"Wang Ye, how about it?"

Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

Li Zixing looked gloomy and vomited blood in depression. What can he say? Can only boast!

"Okay, great!"

This is a famous painting. Even if Li Zixing is a distinguished royal family, he is not qualified to evaluate it.

"Haha, so what's the good thing?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Why don't you die?"

Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang, and after cursing in his heart, his tone was stiff: "I'm sorry, I'm so weak, I can't see it!"

Li Zixing was educated by the royal family anyway. He could see the merits of this famous painting, but let him boast of killing his son's murderer, which is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Master Miao, since Prince Li doesn't understand, then you are a famous painter, can you always see it?"

Zheng Qingfang turned his gun.

"This painting shows the blood and spirit of a young man!"

Miao Mu spoke, very embarrassed. A casual perfunctory sentence.

"Everyone, Master Sun, oh, it should be called Master Sun. After all, he drew a famous painting and deserves the title of a master." Zheng Qingfang smiled and looked around the guests: "Then he just commented on other people's paintings. , Do you qualify?"

"Naturally there is!"

President Fang nodded.

Just now, the guests who thought that Sun Mo had let go of the words were a bit embarrassed at this time, because the famous painter evaluated a painting, even if the author of the painting was present, he could not say that they were not qualified.

Then they looked at Miao Mu and remembered that he had said that Sun Mo was a layman and didn't know how to paint, so he was hanged and beaten himself...

This...this is really a humiliation that makes people want to die!

But speaking of it, this Sun Mo is too awesome, right? Can you break records, be the chief, and paint famous paintings?

What else can you not do?

"Master Sun, how long do you practice painting on weekdays?"

Qi Muen is curious.

"I haven't practiced much, just paint in my free time!"

Sun Mo bit the bullet and explained that he has been too busy recently, and originally planned to draw some small movie characters for self-entertainment, but he didn't have time.

Wow!

The guests exclaimed, this is the so-called genius, right?

Fang Wuji had been drinking and didn't pay attention to these things at all, but Liu Mubai saw it. To be honest, he was a little jealous.

After all, no one will dislike the skills they have mastered.

"Calm! Calm! Painting skills are a trail!"

Liu Mubai comforts herself.

"Teacher, famous painter is destined to have no future!"

Han Zisheng comforted in a low voice: "Your goal is to become a saint and to teach the people!"

"Smuggler!"

Although Liu Mubai scolded again, in his heart, he liked this personally disciple more. You Sun Mo has Xuanyuanpo and Yingbaiwu, and I am not bad, Han Zisheng is one person, and you have six personally passed them.

"Master Sun, this famous painting, is it possible to cut love?"

Premier Fang rubbed his hands, a little expectant.

"Fang Lun, this is wrong with you, what I said just now, I have booked the painting of Master Sun."

Zheng Qingfang spoke quickly.

If Sun Mo refuses, he might annoy Fang Lun, so he will fight it by himself. Besides this famous painting, he will never miss it.

"Well, you old man Zheng, you are so shameless to be scheming"

The prefect Fang yelled. Of course, this was a joke among friends.

Li Zixing's original intention was to suppress Sun Mo, but when the fight was over, he became famous. How can this be done? He glanced at Miao Mu~IndoMTL.com~ This guy was hit, and hoped that he was dead, so Li Zixing looked at Ni Jingting.

At the critical moment, I still rely on you!

"Ahem!"

Ni Jingting coughed hard twice.

The discussion around him was immediately reduced, and the guests also watched. Ni Jingting is a three-star master teacher, which is his due respect.

"Master Sun, painting skills are a tragic way, our famous teachers still think that teaching and educating people is fundamental!"

Ni Jingting's lesson.

"Haha!"

Li Zixing is secretly happy, just ask if you are angry?

You have a low star rating, so you have to be disciplined for me? Otherwise, you dare to refute? The hat that disrespects the predecessors will be put on your head. When the time comes, the predecessors of the famous teacher world will definitely see you upset.

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