peerless teacher

Is it true that your great-granddaughter cannot marry?

But thinking about Sun Mo's resume, everyone is suddenly not surprised. To put it bluntly, Fang Hong seems to be admiring Sun Mo.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll talk about this later, but I have a kind request!"

Fang Hong sighed: "I'm so old, and I don't know how many years to live, so I want to ask you for a calligraphy."

"Is it a portrait?"

Sun Mo asked, and when he saw Fang Hong nodding, he walked to the desk and started drawing.

Painting a portrait can sell a person's favor. Of course, this kind of business must be done. Anyway, Sun Mo is a master of painting, so he can come up with a picture while talking and laughing.

But after drawing the outline, he suddenly crumpled the rice paper into a ball.

No!

Can't be so hasty!

If Zhou Yasheng still doesn't give up, then I will take this opportunity to completely defeat him!Let everyone know that I, Sun Mo, am number one in the world, and the well-deserved master of the Holy Sect.

The duty of a famous teacher is to teach and educate people, and give advice, so I will let Fang Hong realize the halo of a famous teacher, right?

Sun Mo began to recall the conversation he had with Fang Hong when he was climbing the ladder.

Although she didn't say it clearly, between the lines, she was full of pride in her career, but depressed about her personal life.

Fang Hong once wanted to be a good wife who would support her husband and teach her children, but the unhappiness in her married life made her devote her energy to her work.

Everyone slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo's ideas.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo started writing again.

Soon, a row upon row of small towns filled with the smoke and fire of the city popped up on the paper. Watching the smoke rise into the sky, and the lifelike salesmen dragging the chicken bus through the streets, the sound of selling seemed to fly away from the paper and into the crowd. ears.

A group of women were washing clothes by the stream, the parents were chatting non-stop, and the rich man was chasing and beating his unfilial son with a rattan cane.

There was also a drunk man who was bitten by a wild dog, swearing and limping.

……

People don't know why.

The paintings must be excellent. Sun Mo painted those pea-sized characters extremely delicately, with well-defined faces, and even the wrinkles on the clothes and the soil on the shoes brought a great sense of reality.

This is a market scroll similar to the Qingming River Scene. Although it is great, it does not match the self-portrait Fang Yasheng requested, right?

And after Sun Mo finished painting, it was still black and white, without coloring, which meant that it was just an ordinary scroll and did not become a famous painting.

"What should I do? Blow it or not?"

Qin Yaoguang stretched out his hand, poked Li Ziqi's arm, and asked in a low voice.

"Why don't you blow it?"

Li Ziqi rolled his eyes, how could famous paintings be made so easily?What's more, the teacher has already completed one picture today.

"That's right, this thing is not Chinese cabbage, many famous painters only have one work in their lifetime!"

When Gu Xiuxun was thinking about vocabulary, how to brag so as not to be refuted, someone had already taken a step ahead of her.

"This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in back then. Although it is backward, it is full of warm memories."

"Look at those people, every move is as if they are alive!"

"Not only that, the stream is flowing, I seem to hear the sound of yarn!"

The more people talked, the more energetic they became, but suddenly, they were interrupted by a rough voice.

"Come on, don't you feel disgusted by such bragging? With Sun Yasheng's resume, no one will question his skills if he doesn't draw famous paintings, but it's disgusting for you to brag so blindly."

Zhou Yasheng's group of relatives and friends fired.

"Yes, extremely disgusting!"

A high-star master teacher had just finished speaking and was about to continue his efforts. Fang Hong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst out with huge spiritual energy fluctuations.

boom!boom!boom!

The violent spiritual pressure swept across the surroundings, making everyone almost unable to stand.

"This……"

The several saints present were dumbfounded.

They have experienced Chong Sheng, so they still remember this process, Fang Hong's state at this time is to attack the saint!

"Get out!, all out!"

After a few words of urging, Wei Ziyou simply blasted out the holy words and forcibly expelled them. He was worried that these people staying here would disturb Fang Hong.

Zhou Yasheng's eyes were dull, and then he looked at Sun Mo's picture scroll. No need to ask, it must be the effect of this thing.

Everyone also thought of this reason. They originally wanted to observe the picture scroll, but Wei Ziyou had already put it away, otherwise it would be torn apart by the violent spirit energy.

"Go out!"

Xu Chunbo scolded, and then looked at Zhou Yasheng again: "Sorry, your icon asks the heart, it will be postponed for a while!"

In an instant, everyone left the hall and left it to Fang Hong.

The wait is long.

It took a full half an hour for the aura fluctuations to calm down, and then all kinds of auspicious beasts transformed by aura flew into the sky, circling and lingering.

"This is... done?"

Ji Xiangdong is envious.

Crunch!

The door of the main hall opened, and Fang Hong walked out.

Her body exudes an awe-inspiring and inviolable holy beauty. When looking at her, the majesty of a saint radiates from all directions, making people dare not look directly at her.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fang for becoming a saint, and a further step forward in life!"

Everyone saluted respectfully.

At this time, Zhou Yasheng's heart was full of bitterness, and this bow made people praise him in every way.

Fang Hong ignored them, but walked straight in front of Sun Mo, and bowed deeply: "Thank you Teacher Sun for giving me the painting, which allowed me to untangle my heart and be promoted to the sub-sage!"

"Fang Shengren is so polite!"

Sun Mo didn't expect that there would be such a thing.

"Ha, everyone, am I right? This is not a famous painting, but it is comparable to a famous painting!"

"That's right, can a famous painting make a sub-sage a saint?"

"So, your vision is bad!"

The embarrassing people who were run off by Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends just now finally found a reason to fight back, what?Are you not convinced?

Then you call a famous painter and ask him to paint a famous painting to help a sub-sage advance to the next level!

The members of Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends group were blushing and wished to leave immediately.

Zhou Yasheng re-entered the hall without saying a word with a determined face. If I can't win this match, then I will die!

"Fang Shengren, what's going on?"

Xu Chunbo was curious.

"That painting may be ordinary to you, but to me, it is the most beautiful memory in my life!"

Fang Hong explained: "Look carefully, the pair of boys and girls flying kites on the grass in the outskirts of the city, the pair of boys and girls fishing for fish and shrimp by the stream, the pair of boys and girls crawling side by side on the bed in the study, reading with their feet up. Virgins, aren't they all the same?"

Everyone admired the painting again.

Only then did I realize that, not only that, there are footprints of this pair of children in many places. They were playing so happily that the viewers couldn't help laughing.

"I told Mr. Sun about my past on the ladder before!"

Fang Hong sighed.

Chapter 1326 Desperation erupts, the saint comes out again!

No one's life is perfect, as long as you are human, as long as you live, you will have regrets constantly!

Fang Hong's favorite childhood sweetheart fell ill and died, so her love also died. Although Fang Hong got married and had a child later, she didn't like that husband, so she spent all her time working.

To say that Fang Hong's biggest regret in this life is that she can't grow old with her childhood sweetheart and bear him a son and a half.

This incident has been tormenting Fang Hong, and it has become a nightmare she dreams about at midnight, just like many boys, even if they get married and start a business, they forget their first love in their hearts.

Fang Hong knew that she shouldn't have this kind of mentality, but human beings are emotional creatures, and emotions cannot be restrained by reason.

"His poison, my nectar!"

Fang Hong stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the scroll, but she stopped at a very close distance, she was worried about damaging it.

"For you, this is not a famous painting, and it is even meaningless, but for me, it is my love!"

Fang Hong's tears pierced her cheeks and fell like broken pearls.

The crowd was silent.

Everyone's regrets are different, but without exception, they are all unforgettable. If you ignore them, you will forget them long ago.

"Mr. Sun, thank you!"

On this scroll, Fang Hong saw her beautiful first love, revisiting that time, those happy memories, and the lover in her heart, which made her feelings burst out and became an opportunity to step into the realm of saints. territory.

"Fang Shengren, those memories we don't want to forget are the most priceless gems. They either inspire us, protect us, or comfort us. They are proof that we are still alive in this world."

Sun Mo understood Fang Hong.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat dignified, because everyone began to reminisce about their past, but Zhou Yasheng sat cross-legged in front of the icon, looked directly into its eyes, and was still asking his heart.

"I suddenly feel that Zhou Yasheng is miserable!"

"Yeah, it's not good to offend anyone. You have to provoke Sun Yasheng? Now it's all right, it won't be guaranteed at the end of the festival!"

"No matter how hard he struggles, he will lose!"

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Yasheng had no chance of winning at all, and he performed well on the ladder. As for the other games, he was simply hanged and beaten.

Not only did Sun Mo perform well, but he also helped others realize the halo of a famous teacher, and helped Yasheng become a saint. What did Zhou Yasheng use to compete with others?

"Master, are you venting your anger?"

Qin Yaoguang poked Li Ziqi with his elbow.

"Why do I feel that the teacher is like a big devil?"

Lu Zhiruo suddenly felt that the oppressive force that the teacher brought to Zhou Yasheng was more like that emitted by a great demon king, which made people despair.

"Please be quiet, everyone!"

Xu Chunbo reminded that no matter whether there is a chance to win, as long as the game time is not over, Zhou Yasheng is eligible to continue.

"Let's go, let's celebrate!"

Gu Xiuxun suggested.

Of course, Sun Mo wouldn't wait here to watch Zhou Yasheng's performance. As for the celebration, he didn't really care, but many high-star master teachers wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with him.

Even if Sun Mo doesn't want to, he still has to maintain these people's sophistication.

So everyone drank all night long.

Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends were filled with righteous indignation. Even though the competition was not over, everyone felt that Sun Mo had already won. It was really annoying.

In the next few days, in front of Sun Mo's temporary residence, there was a lot of traffic and voices, all of them were guests who came to visit him.

Famous teachers below six stars are not even qualified to visit. If the secular people want to visit, they must be at least a prince, princess, or prime minister.

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