peerless teacher

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Nice painting!"

Miao Mu said two words dryly, and then wittily brought the focus to Sun Mo: "Didn't Master Sun evaluate my Tripitaka with the eyes of a famous teacher just now? What do you think of this one?" ?”

What can Sun Mo say?

You can't boast, right?

In case it is revealed that he is Gandalf in the future, that self-proclaimed title cannot escape, so he should be more humble.

"This painting has a lot of flaws. Gandalf's painting is too careless, it feels very random!"

Sun Mo thought about the situation when he painted this painting, and found a shortcoming.

"Master Sun, please respect Master Gandalf, how can you call him by his first name?"

Li Zixing scolded.

"Yeah, it's so disrespectful!"

Miao Mu sighed: "Although it is said that literati look down on each other, can you not be so obvious?"

This is a matter of personal morality, and there is no need to wash it!

Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo, and wanted to laugh so much that he didn't pay attention to what he said!Let me put a hat on you that treats masters with contempt.

puff!

Zheng Qingfang couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

"Uncle Zheng, are you...?"

Qi Muen was surprised, he always felt that Zheng Qingfang's smile was wicked.

"stomachache!"

Zheng Qingfang explained.

"Master Sun, judging from the lines, Master Gandalf's painting is fast, but that's not called haste, but freehand. Only those who can achieve this state of sending and receiving at will are called masters!"

Miao Mu pointed out.

Ding!

Favorability from Miaomu +50, neutral (50/100).

"..."

Sun Mo was speechless, is this all right?

"Master Sun, are there any shortcomings in this painting?"

Zheng Qingfang asked narrowly.

"Ideal, right? It's almost meaningless!"

Sun Mo felt uncomfortable, he really didn't dare to boast, but old man Zheng, what on earth do you want to do?

"Master Sun, this statement is wrong. When I look at Master Miao's paintings, I always feel that something is missing, but I don't know what is missing. But after seeing this one, I understand that Master Gandalf is the master of "Journey to the West". ", so the Tripitaka written by him is more charming!"

Qi Muen retorted, it wasn't that Miao Mu couldn't do it, it was because he hadn't read the full version of Journey to the West, and he didn't understand Sanzang yet.

"Mr. Sun, you are not a professional. In the future, you should not comment on other people's paintings casually. It is useless to be embarrassing and conspicuous!"

Miao Mu lesson.

The guests around began to discuss, and had a negative impression of Sun Mo. There was nothing they could do about it, because they also thought that this Sanzang painting was very good, and it was right to choose.

Sun Mo was simply picking on hairs.

Hearing the commotion, Lu Zhiruo became upset.

"You are not worthy to talk about painting with the teacher!"

Lu Zhiruo is like a puppy, protecting Sun Mo.

"I'm not worthy? Do you dare to compare?"

Miao Mu sneered and took the opportunity to issue a challenge.

Prince Li said, looking for an opportunity to kill your vigor, I didn't expect that you would send it to your door, so don't blame me for being rude.

Of course, Miao Mu also took this opportunity to show off his painting skills and expand his popularity.

Before Sun Mo could speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.

"Okay, Master Sun, your personal student is here, and there are so many famous teachers, don't be stage fright!"

Zheng Qingfang speaks righteously.

"Uncle Zheng, this is..."

Sun Mo smiled wryly. He understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his paintings.

"Haha, Dou Hua? I like this fun show!"

Li Zixing laughed: "But let's say it first, Master Miao's words are mine!"

"My lord, you are wrong!"

"Bid, the highest bid wins!"

"Will there be a famous painting?"

The guests talked a lot, and they didn't care much about the painting competition. Anyway, Sun Mo would lose. What they wanted to see was whether Miao Mu could make a famous painting.

"Go, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

After Zheng Qingfang finished his orders, he announced in public: "Master Sun's paintings will belong to me, Mr. Zheng, and no one is allowed to snatch them!"

As soon as Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, the audience fell silent, and all the guests looked at him inexplicably. Did you say the wrong name?

Sun Mo's painting?

Who wants it!

It's too hard to wipe your ass.

Soon, four huge Eight Immortals tables were lifted up, in groups of two and two, and then the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were arranged.

"There is no topic, the two of you can play freely!"

Li Zixing spoke first.

Generally, there is a topic for fighting paintings, but for painters, there are always those who are good at and not good at. If there is a topic that is not good at, it will be over.

"My lord, why don't you come up with a topic?"

Zheng Qingfang asked back.

With Li Zixing's face, he couldn't help being embarrassed, because everyone present knew that he and Miao Mu had a good relationship, so they naturally knew what he was good at.

"Only by playing freely can you make famous paintings!"

Li Ziqi casually found a reason, anyway, no matter what he painted, it was impossible for Sun Mo to win.

Qi Muen glanced at the sky: "Then it's limited to half an hour?"

After all, this is a deer tail banquet, so we can't let the two of them continue to draw, and the guest can take the lead!

"it is good!"

Miao Mu flicked his sleeves, walked up and down in the style of a master, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, what can I paint to perfectly show my painting skills?

As for the enemy Sun Mo?

Come on, he beat me by the head?

Miao Mu stood in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, picked up the wolf pen, but did not write.

"Sun Mo, hurry up!"

Zheng Qingfang stood beside Sun Mo and reminded in a low voice: "These painters all have a few paintings they are best at, just to deal with this situation."

It can be said that Miao Mu was meditating there, but he was actually pretending.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled wryly.

Looking at Sun Mo's expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself, and explained in a low voice: "Sun Mo, with your identity and status, I'm afraid you will become a three-star master teacher in a year, so how can I have the face to ask you for a painting?" ? So I can only take this opportunity to earn you another painting!"

Zheng Qingfang loves painting and books, but he has not urged Sun Mo to write the second half of "Journey to the West" because he knows it is a novel.

As a famous teacher, Sun Mo has more important things to do.

Today's meeting coincided with the meeting. Anyway, Li Zixing wanted to use a famous painter to attack Sun Mo, so Zheng Qingfang just planned to give Sun Mo a chance to perform and get another famous painting by the way.

"Can you guarantee that I will be able to draw famous paintings?"

Sun Mo laughed at himself.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Miao Mu is 29 years old this year, and he has only painted one famous painting. What about you? 20 years old, three paintings!"

Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers. From his point of view, Miao Mu wants to compare with Sun Mo?It's simply overpowering.

In order to avoid disturbing Sun Mo and Miao Mu, everyone else stood ten meters away and could only watch from a distance.

Of course, big guys like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing are exceptions.

"Let's get started and prove to these people that you are not only the No.1 master in Jinling, but also the No.1 painter in Jinling!"

Zheng Qingfang handed the wolf hair to Sun Mo.

Sun Mo took the pen. To be honest, he was not in the mood to draw, but when he turned his head and saw Li Ziqi and the other three looking at him expectantly, he suddenly felt that he couldn't embarrass the students.

In their hearts, if they believe that they are the most powerful famous teachers, then they must always achieve this.

"Teacher, come on!"

Papaya Niang waved her small fist.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo smiled and raised his hand as a strong memorization of his extensive knowledge, which he put on his body. This was to get rid of distracting thoughts and calm down first.

"Draw what?"

Sun Mo pondered, and casually looked around, looking for inspiration.

These guests have luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, any one of them is worth a year's living expenses of a family of three.

The table is full of luxurious and exquisite food, surrounded by servants and maids...

Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by those famous teachers, as well as some young people, showed envy in their expressions.

That's right, who wouldn't want to be able to attend such a high-standard banquet all the time?

Sun Mo took the pen, dipped it into the ink, and then wrote.

"So fast?"

An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo's drawing was too hasty and didn't have a good idea.

"Hey, these few strokes are very powerful!"

Qi Muen and Li Zixing knew how to do it. After seeing Sun Mo's few strokes, they knew that this kid was not simple.

Gradually, a galloping horse appeared vividly on the paper.

It is true that young people yearn for a better life and envy the children of rich families. If this envy can be turned into motivation, it will be even better.

Know what you want and fight for it.

Without a good family background, I can't compete with my father, I'm not handsome enough, I don't have Bai Fumei's fancy, and I can't even get lucky...

It doesn't matter, as long as you still have your hands, that's enough!

run!

run!

Run relentlessly!

Every time you work hard, you will be closer to your goal!

Sun Mo's emotions are completely up. He not only wants to motivate these young people, but also thinks of himself. In this life, we will never stop fighting!