peerless teacher

Sun Mo finished bandaging Dong He, left the study, and pointed to the corridor: "The third room on the east side is the guest room, go and rest first!"

After Donghe settled down, Sun Mo returned to the living room.

Xia He, who was standing at the door, suddenly regretted seeing this scene, should he also stay?No, I want to be the young mistress of the Zheng family.

This stupid woman, Dong He, absolutely made a mistake in this step.

"Hey, I was the one who was abrupt about this."

Zheng Qingfang sighed.

"Uncle Zheng is serious!"

Sun Mo chuckled: "I don't have anything to offer as a thank you gift, so how about I draw a picture for you?"

When Zheng Qingfang heard this, his spirit was shaken. Fufang smelled the meaty old dog, and his eyes widened immediately, and he saw that it was Sun Mo.

"is it okay?"

Zheng Qingfang was excited.

"Go to the study!"

Sun Mo led the way first.

As soon as Gu Xiuxun entered, he couldn't help but praise: "Master Sun, is your study well laid out? And the four treasures of the study are all high-end products!"

"I don't know, it was all cleaned and prepared by Ziqi!"

Sun Mo explained.

Hearing this name, the corners of Zheng Qingfang's mouth twitched a little. He planned to remind Sun Mo, but finally gave up.

Gu Xiuxun grinds and spreads rice paper.

"Let me do it!"

How dare Dong He go to bed? When meeting for the first time, this kind of time is the time to make a good impression on the new owner, so even if you are not feeling well, you have to resist.

Sun Mo took the pen, and after thinking about it in his mind, he dipped the ink and wrote it.

The spring rain stops at the beginning, and the colorful clouds shine everywhere.

The grass in the outskirts is still covered with dew. In the distance, there is a long pavilion ten miles away, and swallows returning from the north stop on it to rest.

The stream is rushing, and the willow trees on both sides have been cut out by the spring breeze in March.

After more than ten minutes, a picture of spring has already appeared on the paper.

"I didn't realize that Sun Mo's drawing skills are actually pretty good!"

Gu Xiuxun was a little surprised, then glanced at Zheng Qingfang, and frowned.

What is this old man so excited about?Sun Mo's paintings are not bad, but they are not at the level of famous painters, are they?

"Will it become a famous painting?"

Zheng Qingfang stared at the rice paper with a nervous and apprehensive expression. Emotionally, he hoped to see the birth of a famous painting, but reason told him that it was too difficult.

Such things as famous paintings are obtained by chance. Even a famous painter who has mastered the third stage of the wonderful brush and flower can't guarantee that every piece of painting he draws is a famous painting.

After the rough background was drawn, Sun Mo started to draw people. Because he has master-level figure drawing skills in traditional Chinese painting, this is his strong point.

After a few strokes, under the willow tree, a girl carrying a kite appeared. She stood on tiptoe and looked towards the avenue.

She is known for her slender hands and does not apply makeup, so her pure breath is vivid on the paper.

Suddenly, on the left side of the picture, a half horse takes shape. On the horse is a young man in troubled times, holding a fan in his left hand, trusting the horse to rein.

In the distance, by the stream, there were a few little children who were catching fish. A little girl accidentally fell into it, and the big brother next to him was trying to pull him up.

And in the woods, on the grass, there is a pair of childhood sweethearts talking in whispers.

Sun Mo was brewing emotions, and as he drew, he became sad.

In this world, there must be many children like Donghe. I really hope that they can reunite with their parents and family members, instead of being trafficked at a young age and only being slaves for the rest of their lives.

If it was modern times, they would not have graduated from junior high school, but now, in order not to be beaten and scolded by the master, they lived cautiously.

The wolf hair in Sun Mo's hand lit up.

The aura around him began to gather here.

"This is……"

Gu Xiuxun's face was horrified, this couldn't be a place where a brilliant pen makes a flower come true, right?

No, no, how old is Sun Mo, and he doesn't have much time to practice painting on weekdays. If he draws a famous painting, wouldn't it be too cruel to other old guys who are looking for a wonderful pen and can't get it?

Zheng Qingfang was agitated, and pinched the flesh of his palm with his nails, before he could control his unhappy cry.

On the grass, more than a dozen ten-year-old boy servants ran around dragging paper kites. Their clothes were already soaked with sweat and their faces were full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop.

In the distance, under the long pavilion, there was a banquet, and several well-dressed rich children were chatting while drinking tea and looking at the paper kites in the sky. .

Sun Mo's technique is so brilliant, Gu Xiuxun immediately empathized with it when he saw it, and realized the joy of these rich kids outing,

There was a girl standing outside the long pavilion, yelling at the boy servants, as if telling them to run faster, at the same time, she was telling a girl singing with a red tooth board to go away quickly, so as not to disturb their elegance.

In the stream, a few barefoot servants were not idle, cleaning a few spring horses.

This was originally a pleasant picture of a spring outing, but after the tired images of these boys and girls came to life on the paper, it changed a bit.

boom!

With Sun Mo's last stroke, those aura spots whizzed over, adhering to the rice paper and coloring it.

"Wonderful... Wonderful pen makes flowers?"

Dong He exclaimed, and then quickly covered her mouth. If she disturbed the birth of a famous painting, the master would definitely peel off her skin.

Chapter 308 He might become a sub-sage!

As a girl carefully trained by the Zheng family, Dong He naturally knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if she is thrown into the brothel Chuguan, she can still play a few rounds with those top cards.

Therefore, Sun Mo's painting conquered Donghe in an instant.

Ding!

Favorability from Donghe +100, friendliness (250/1000).

"It turns out that the new owner is so powerful?"

Dong He's little heart was beating with excitement, and with this wonderful painting skill alone, the master could become the guest of honor of those dignitaries, and communicate with the powerful.

By the way, Mr. Zheng likes painting and calligraphy. The master must have won his appreciation because of his painting skills, right?

Dong He thought he had found the key to the problem.

But in fact, whether it was writing a book or painting skills, it was just a small weight to make Zheng Qingfang value Sun Mo more.

What really made this official who had been the prime minister of two dynasties fall in love with Sun Mo and treat him as an equal was his performance as a teacher.

People like Zheng Qingfang would classify 'friends' into different categories.

There are friends with the same hobbies, like-minded comrades, and friends like Sun Mo who are so talented and use their strength to convince him.

Zheng Qingfang did not treat Sun Mo as a junior.

In addition to appreciating his talent, doing so is also an investment. If he becomes a five-star master teacher or even a sub-sage in the future, it will be a great help to the family.

With the aura attached to the rice paper, this "Outing in Early Spring" immediately became colorful.

The tender green grass, the spring horses of various colors, the juanjuan stream reflecting the sunlight... all of a sudden this painting came alive.

"incredible!"

Gu Xiuxun was amazed.

It was also the first time for her to see the birth of a famous painting. No, it should be said that only a very few people were lucky enough to see this kind of scene.

The realm of wonderful pens and flowers is divided into three levels.

The third class, because of the existence of aura, the paintings are no longer black and white, but will become the same as reality, revealing a strong atmosphere.

As long as people see it, they can't help but stop and stay.

The second category is the painting viewers who are infected by the artistic conception displayed by the painting, lose control of their emotions without knowing it, become obsessed with the painting, and want to take it as their own.

Let’s not talk about the first class, that’s the domain of saints of painting.

Sun Mo's painting is obviously third-class, but it is also very powerful. How old is Sun Mo?

20 years old.

Looking at the entire Tang Kingdom, I am afraid that there is no one who can match him.

Ding!

Favorability from Gu Xiuxun +100, respect (710/1000).

wonderful!

wonderful!

wonderful!

Zheng Qingfang clapped his palms, his eyes became moist.

Unlike Dong He and Gu Xiuxun who were shocked by Sun Mo's painting skills, Mr. Zheng had already seen him twice, so he was not surprised by Sun Mo's performance. What shocked him was the connotation revealed by the whole painting!

This is the accusation of people at the bottom of society!

Go outing in early spring, release paper kites, fish in streams, listen to folk songs...

This was supposed to be a day for boys and girls to play and have fun, but looking at the hard-working boys and girls, there was no happiness, only exhaustion.

A huge class divide blows across the face.

Although they are all outings, happiness only belongs to the upper class!

The composition of Sun Mo's painting is very ingenious. Those who are obviously the children of rich and powerful businessmen occupy most of the picture.

Their laughter and chatting are presented in front of everyone through the picture. The viewer will be infected by this scene at the first sight, and empathize with it. Either long for this kind of life, or recall the time when he went out in the early years .

At this time, the mood of the viewer is joyful.

But looking at the edge corners of the painting, when the child servants come into view, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Ordinary people may not feel it, but a senior official like Zheng Qingfang, who used to be a herdsman, can best understand this class gap.

Sun Mo put away his pen, took a few steps back, admired the painting, and then curled his lips.

"What? You've already drawn a wonderful painting, are you still not satisfied?"

Gu Xiuxun teased.

"The scenery is poorly drawn!"

Sun Mo shook his head.

Gu Xiuxun clenched her little pink fist, wanting to smash Sun Mo's head off, are you acting like a good boy for taking advantage of it?

"master!"

Dong He screamed out in fright, because she found Zheng Qingfang wiping her tears, which made her panic for a while.

"Uncle Zheng?"

Sun Mo was also taken aback.

"I'm fine!"

Zheng Qingfang clasped his fists, his face full of shame, and he bowed to Sun Mo: "It's my dereliction of duty, the prime minister, who didn't let the common people live a better life!"

Zheng Qingfang's sound was really cuckoo's cry of blood, and it hurt my heart.

"Zheng Xiang!"

Gu Xiuxun was also shocked, isn't it just a picture of an early spring outing?Why are you so excited?Sure enough, people who have been officials have different thinking!

It's not that the thinking is different, it's that the vision is different.

"Uncle Zheng, I just drew it casually, there is no other meaning!"