peerless teacher

Just based on this point, I call you a faint king without discussing it!

"Your Majesty, Sun will keep your appreciation in mind, but I can't take Taicang City!"

Sun Mo was also stunned. After calming down for a few seconds, he quickly refused.

He is also a man with mines and fields (green mist forest) in his family, and his annual income is no less than the tax money of Taicang City. As for being the lord of the city, it is not his ideal.

"No matter how powerful the city lord is, how can there be a famous teacher with such a high profession? This famous teacher can prostitute from the beginning to the end of the Qinhuai River, and the women living in more than 1000 Qinlou and Chu Pavilions on both sides of the river, plus Countless boats and boats are waiting for my famous master to come!"

Sun Mo is very sensible and will not cause such trouble.

If he dared to take Taicang City, maybe the next day someone would seek rebellion and traitors and assassinate him, a treacherous minister of the country.

"Okay, okay, let's discuss this later!"

King Qi waved his hand angrily, and saw that there were still a few people who wanted to speak out, so he waved directly and asked the royal guards to drag them down.

"Sun Aiqing, paint another famous painting? The normal one!"

King Qi begged: "I want to hang it in the study and appreciate it every day!"

Sun Mo actually didn't want to paint anymore, but King Qi gave him face so much that he was too embarrassed to refuse.

"All right!"

Sun Mo nodded: "But I can't guarantee that it must be a famous painting!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I believe in Sun Aiqing's talent!"

King Qi laughed.

The little eunuch winked and took the initiative to grind the ink, but just as he picked up the ink cake, he was kicked away by King Qi.

"Sun Aiqing, I will grind ink for you personally!"

Chapter 1211

"Change a piece of rice paper!"

Sun Mo ordered: "It must be at least eighteen feet long! One and a half feet wide!"

"what?"

King Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then became excited. Sun Mo wanted to make a big one, otherwise why would he need such a big rice paper?

"Go! Go!"

King Qi urged.

"Sun Mo, it's almost done!"

Li Xiu was heartbroken, and advised him that this kind of famous painting should be placed in the Tang Dynasty, and it will be cheaper now.

"It's just a painting!"

It doesn't matter to Sun Mo, he is reciprocating.

When people are mixed in the society, it always involves the sophistication of the world. Sun Mo himself does not need the friendship of King Qi, but the gourd babies do.

In case one day they committed a crime in Qi State, or wanted to seek asylum, Sun Mo hoped that King Qi would take care of them for his own sake.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, and Sun Mo stood in front of the table, closed his eyes, and began to brew his emotions.

To say that the most famous Chinese painting of the Flower Planters is Zhang Zeduan's Qingming Riverside Scene, which combines all the styles of the Song Dynasty into one painting.

Sun Mo has seen this famous painting before, but he will not copy it, but imitate his thinking, and prepare to draw a picture of Jinling Fengyue.

This is the city he is most familiar with and has the most affection for.

Sun Mo let out a foul breath, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and started to write!

Let’s start with a small place. A swallow, going from autumn to spring and returning to spring, pecks at the spring mud, and builds its new nest under the eaves of a farmhouse.

The door opened, and a boy ran out with a fish basket. Not far away, there was a small river with peasant women fetching water to wash clothes!

Looking along the water flow, there are more people. The cries of the shopkeepers, the scolding of the policemen, and the juggler-style cheers seem to be able to break through the paper and be clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone.

This is because the expressions of each character are different and nuanced.

Sun Mo's traditional Chinese painting techniques, including figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and landscapes are masters, so he can completely convey their emotions through facial expressions and expressions.

Sun Mo is getting better and better.

On the high platform, no one was talking anymore. They were all admiring Sun Mo's painting skills. Seeing every person, every object, every plant and every tree grow out of Sun Mo's pen, they were so lifelike. For some reason, they felt very comfortable.

This actually involves a kind of psychology, just like when you watch some decompression videos, you can’t tell the reason, but you just feel relaxed.

Sun Mo originally wanted to paint the life of the common people in Jinling, and make a picture of the prosperity of the country and the people. After all, this is a gift, so it is natural to ask for auspiciousness.

It's just that when the famous courtesan Hua Kui opened the door to welcome guests in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, Sun Mo couldn't hold back, so he couldn't help but put more effort into the figure and face of the famous courtesan.

Before he came to Jinling, Yui retired, but fortunately, another Fukada came out. He heard that he had plastic surgery, but Sun Mo had no actual combat experience, so he didn't know if that was the case.

In short, if Fukada got off his horse in the future, he would not be able to see it.

There are many temples in Jinling, 480 temples, and how many houses are there. Compared with them, brothels and flower houses are not far behind.

Sun Mo drew them all, including the attics located along the Qinhuai River, the incense houses dotted in prosperous places, and the large boats floating on the lake...

In addition, there are some farmhouses in deep lanes and alleys, doing some business with half-closed doors.For low-end customers.

Sun Mo drew all the women in his mind that he had seen before, and they were extremely delicate, ranging from finger movements to clothing, covering everything.

Not to mention, when these female stars wore various costumes of the Tang Dynasty, they still had a special style.

"Hey, I don't want to draw clothes anymore!"

Unfortunately, Sun Mo had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and drew a silhouette of a woman taking a bath at a window on the second floor.

She seemed to have forgotten to close the window before, and now she came to make up for it.

A kind of meaning that is ashamed to say, vividly on the paper.

At this point, Sun Mo was already in high spirits, his pens were like dragons and snakes, and his horses were free to rein. The inspirations in his mind were like springs gushing out.

Now that there are dropped items on the second floor, Pan Jinlian also made arrangements. Naturally, Wu Erlang's Lion House fight and Ximen Qing also have them.

By the way, there are scholars, so the West Chamber is also indispensable!

In the tall courtyard, there are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, the maids let the wind out, the young ladies have a tryst, and the lover walks along the wall!

Probably because of too much devotion, the realm of brilliant pens and blossoms broke out again.

But at this time, everyone didn't notice it, because their eyes were already attracted by the women on the screen.

This... this is too pretty, right?

No, it cannot be said to be good-looking, but an indescribable temperament!

There are so many women, as many as dozens, and none of them have the same appearance, and all of them are above seven points.

"Beautiful! Wanted!"

King Qi was going to ask Sun Mo what happened to these women when he finished painting.

I have to say that this guy does have the potential to be a fool.

Others looked at the paintings, but simply thought that these characters were beautiful, and at most used them as materials for casting spells, and came to play them. King Qi was lucky, he wanted people.

Sun Mo had already spent three hours. Because the sky was getting dark, King Qi ordered the eunuchs to light up the butter lamps so that the entire high platform was brightly lit.

Not everyone likes to paint. For example, Xia Taikang left the venue on the grounds that he was unwell.

He returned to the hotel, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw a man in a colored robe standing in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Victory Square.

"teacher!"

Xia Taikang saluted quickly, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, the teacher's whereabouts were always mysterious, once he appeared, he must have something to tell him.

"Li Ziqi's sea of ​​stars, help me get it back!"

The black robe teacher ordered.

"Ok?"

Xia Taikang frowned, the teacher has seen too many good things, so he has always had nothing to desire, but why did he want Li Ziqi's painting this time?

Could it be that her paintings are really better than the teacher's?

Yes, Xia Taikang cheated. After he finished half of the painting, he felt that he could not make a famous painting, so through psychic technique, he asked the teacher to descend and use his body to paint for him.

Therefore, what Heipao said also meant that he thought he was not as good as Li Ziqi.

"Li Ziqi's paintings have surpassed this era. It's normal for you to fail to understand!"

The black robe teacher explained.

Xia Taikang's complexion suddenly turned bad. He knew the teacher's level, crushing all the famous teachers present today, so this meant that in the teacher's eyes, Li Ziqi was beyond excellent.

"The end point of a parent is the starting point of a child. If you lose to Li Ziqi, it's not your fault. His teacher's position is too high!"

The black-robed teacher sighed.

"Are you not as good as Sun Mo?"

Xia Taikang pouted.

"If you mean vision, then I'm not as good as him!"

Xia Taikang was directly shocked by the words of this black-robed master teacher. He knew how proud this teacher was. In his eyes, all saints were pigs and dogs, and they were worthless!

"Okay, remember to get Li Ziqi's painting back, at all costs!"

After the black-robed master gave his orders, without seeing any movement, he suddenly disappeared in front of the window, as if he had never appeared before.

Xia Taikang didn't dare to disobey the teacher, so he could only return to Victory Square to find King Qi.

Although King Qi was not very old, he was overworked every night and didn't know how to control himself, so his health failed. After watching for two hours, he had to go back to a temporary tent set up on the square to rest.

When Xia Taikang came to have an audience, he found that Wan Kangcheng, the vice-principal of the Black and White Academy, was also there.

"Teacher Wan Ming, how about discussing this matter again?"

King Qi wasn't interested in Li Ziqi's paintings at first, but when Wan Kangcheng wanted it, King Qi's petty thoughts rose again.

"Your Majesty, Li Ziqi's paintings have no meaning to you. They can only be sublimated if they are placed in the Black and White Academy!"

Wan Kangcheng explained patiently.

"how you said that?"

King Qi was puzzled.

"You have never experienced black and white games, you don't understand at all!"

Wan Kangcheng smiled wryly, it's like playing the piano to a cow, no matter how much I say, it's useless.

"What's the matter with Taikang?"

King Qi changed the subject.

"Your Majesty, I want to exchange my painting for His Highness Ziqi's one!"

Although he only heard a few words, Xia Taikang understood that Wan Kangcheng wanted Li Ziqi's painting.

"why?"

King Qi was surprised.

"I want to use her drawing to urge me to keep trying!"

Xia Taikang made an excuse, but of course it cannot be said that my teacher wanted it.

King Qi was thinking about how to refuse, when he saw the head of internal affairs hurried in.

"Your Majesty, the master of the Holy Gate has arrived!"

"what?"

King Qi hurriedly got up and went out to meet him.

"Your Majesty, long time no see!"

Su Taiqing was only wearing a simple white robe, but his whole person was immortal, with an elegant temperament, just like a living immortal!