peerless teacher

"Zheng Xiang, drink this cup to the full!"

Compared with hunting, Prince Qi prefers to hug a beautiful concubine, recite poems to match, and sing to wine, but he can't refuse his wife to come to play, so he invites Zheng Qingfang to accompany him.

It was impossible for Zheng Qingfang to stay in Zhuangzi all the time, so when he went back, he could return to Jinling under the pretext of sending him off.

"Hey, if Xiaoyou Sun is here, we can write and appreciate paintings together, how great it would be!"

Zheng Qingfang sighed.

This time, Sun Mo went to the Dark Continent for nearly a year, and Zheng Qingfang was so lonely.

"You say that Sun Mo is a strange person. Other famous painters study paintings all day long, wishing to create a famous painting every day, but he is lucky. He doesn't care about this kind of thing that goes down in history."

Zheng Qingfang didn't understand.

There are a sea of ​​famous teachers in history, but the ones who left their reputations in the end are all saints, but famous painters, as long as there are famous paintings come out, they will definitely leave their names in history.

Of course, the meanings represented by the two are definitely different.

This is like "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival", no matter how famous it is, can its author be as famous as Confucius and Mencius?

"There is also "Journey to the West", which created a precedent for vernacular writing. Once it is completed, it will definitely be a historical masterpiece, but it is only half of it. Are you angry?"

When Zheng Qingfang thought of this, he was full of regrets.

With Sun Mo's increasing fame, painting is really just a small way compared to becoming a saint.

"Stop talking, drink."

Prince Concubine Qi picked up the wine glass and was about to take a full sip when he suddenly froze, because in the far end of his line of sight, apart from seeing Bai Yuncanggou, there was actually a little man flying up and down.

Am I dazzled?

Prince Qi rubbed his eyes.

"what happened?"

Seeing Qi Muen's astonished expression, Zheng Qingfang also followed his gaze: "What are you looking at?"

"It seems someone is there?"

Prince Consort Qi is not sure either.

"..."

Zheng Qing said in his heart, did you drink too much?

Qi Muen turned his head and looked at the maids standing beside him: "Is there someone in the sky just now?"

The maids shook their heads.

How dare they look around when they are serving their master!

"Haha, I'm sorry."

Concubine Qi was embarrassed, thinking in his heart that he should drink less flower wine, or he might die suddenly on the bed one day.

Look now, the hallucinations are out.

"drink wine!"

Prince Consort Qi wanted to clink glasses with Zheng Qingfang, but the other party took a sip and spewed out a gulp of wine.

"..."

Qi Muen wiped his face, thinking what's going on with you?Then I heard Zheng Qingfang's roar.

"Man, man, flying!"

The next moment, the maids screamed one after another.

The guards also saw it, one by one holding a bow and crossbow, and immediately ran over, dying of nervousness and surprise.

Why do people fly in the sky?

"Master, it seems to be Her Royal Highness?"

The leader of the guards was at the level of divine power and had good eyesight. He saw that little man flying in the sky, which was somewhat similar to Li Ziqi.

"what?"

Qi Consort and Zheng Qingfang were dumbfounded, and then their hearts skipped a beat. If it falls...

"Whose Zhuangzi is opposite?"

Zheng Qingfang got up.

"Sun Mo's."

When Qi Muen was speaking, he had already stood up, and at the same time as Zheng Qingfang, he quickened his pace and walked over in a hurry.

……

Li Ziqi's motor nerves are very poor, even in the world, some flying movements are quite satisfactory, Ying Baiwu is different.

After getting used to it, she started to do some dangerous maneuvers, somersaults and rotations were not a problem. After she climbed to a height where she couldn't see the ground, she suddenly withdrew her aura, and she immediately fell down.

call!

There was a strong wind whistling by my ears, and everything on the ground was rapidly drawing closer.

"careful!"

Li Ziqi was startled, and flew over at full speed to catch Bai Wu, but still missed it.

"what!"

Everyone on the ground was shocked and rushed to the place where the iron girl fell, wanting to rescue her, but when she was five or six meters away from the ground, she suddenly stopped as if she had stepped on the brakes.

Then, she turned over, adjusted her posture, and sat cross-legged, but she was still suspended in the air.

"What are you doing, trying to scare us to death?"

Jiang Leng complained.

This is the first flight experiment, if something goes wrong, it will be a big blow to the teacher.

"Baiwu, you are too reckless."

Sun Mo blamed.

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Ying Baiwu stood up quickly, bowed her head to apologize, but her face was still excited, and she herself was still floating in the air.

The feeling of flying is simply too cool.

"Give me the whole one!"

Gu Xiuxun tugged on Sun Mo's sleeve, already impatient: "Quickly give me one too!"

"Can't you fly faster?"

Murong Mingyue was curious.

She wants it too.

"After I get used to staying in the air, it may be faster."

Ying Baiwu frowned, analyzing the pros and cons: "However, no matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as a galloping horse, and there are also some problems with stability. When flying, the body will shake, and the thrust is all behind the back. It is a bit awkward to adjust the posture."

"You can't compare it with moving around on the ground."

Helian Beibei felt that Ying Baiwu was too picky.

The prairie people claim to be a nation on horseback and can sleep on horseback, but he feels that Ying Baiwu's movements are easier than those of a ten-year-old cavalryman on horseback, and that's enough.

"Ah."

Sun Mo took out a small notebook, took notes, and at the same time advised everyone: "This is just the first generation of Yukong Spiritual Pattern, and it is not perfect yet. I will give it to you when I make the most perfect one."

"It's already perfect."

Gu Xiuxun wants it now.

"Yeah, don't be too hard on yourself."

Murong Mingyue felt that Sun Mo was too picky.

Jin Mujie didn't say anything, she wanted it now.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo shook his head and laughed, you guys have never seen how domineering the air dance is in Dragon Ball, that's called flying.

Right now this is at best, suspended in the air.

"Let's go, hurry back to school!"

Gu Xiuxun urged, and dragged Sun Mo away, she couldn't wait any longer.

The others also had no objection and followed suit.

Seeing this, Sun Mo knew that he couldn't be persuaded and could only obey the public opinion.

"Anyway, your ancient dragon-capturing hand can erase spirit patterns at any time. When the time comes to invent the second generation, just get us another one."

Gu Xiuxun doesn't see anyone at all, we are good confidants.

As for how many times Sun Mo watched him?

Heck, if you want to fly, you have to be informal.

Sun Mo looked at Gu Xiuxun, and said to himself, if you keep doing this, believe it or not, I'll tattoo you a little butterfly?

The group's flying dream was still interrupted, because they were stopped by Qi Muen and Zheng Qingfang as soon as they took out their mounts and before they could leave the manor.

"What happened just now?"

Qi Muen was impatient: "I saw someone flying in the sky?"

Zheng Qingfang's eyes fell on Li Ziqi.

"I invented a flying spirit pattern!"

These two are from our own family, there is no need to hide anything, he was going to explain a few words, but just after he finished speaking, Prince Concubine Qi called out.

"Can fly?"

Concubine Qi seemed to be kicked by a bloody BMW, with a shocked expression on his face: "Quick, fly one, let me see!"

Explanation?

For this kind of boss, they don't need to understand the process, they only look at the result.

When Ying Baiwu flew up, Prince Concubine Qi immediately hugged Sun Mo.

"Master Sun, from now on, you will be my brother."

Concubine Qi looked excited, and patted his chest to reassure: "As long as it is not a serious crime of rebellion, I will guarantee you no worries."

"You are Li Ziqi's uncle."

Sun Mo was speechless.

"It's okay, let's talk about it."

Qi Muen chuckled, and lowered his voice: "I recently got a Yangzhou skinny horse, who is proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song. I'll pack it up and send it to your house!"

"What else do you want, tell me together."

Qi Consort stared at Ying Baiwu: "This, I want it."

Sun Mo frowned.

Seeing Sun Mo's expression, Prince Qi knew that he had said something wrong, and quickly explained, "Uh, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about flying."

But having said that, this girl is more beautiful than my Yangzhou skinny horse. Thinking of this, Qi Concubine couldn't help but turned his head and took a look.

Ok!

Every girl here is unique.

Even that tall prairie girl can stand out from the crowd in the petite and beautiful Jiangnan.

Suddenly, Concubine Qi looked at Sun Mo in the wrong way.

You don't accept disciples based on their looks, do they?