peerless teacher

hum!

On Sun Mo's paintbrush, a crystal light lit up, and the aura around him was attracted and began to gather.

"This aura, is it a wonderful pen?"

Prefect Fang exclaimed, subconsciously looking at Miao Mu.

The others also looked over, but found that there was no movement on his side. Then they turned their heads subconsciously, and saw the fluorescent lights on Sun Mo's scroll!

"What the hell?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Why is there such a wonderful pen and flowers? And it's so fast?"

The guests were completely shocked. How long has it been since the painting fight started? Why did Sun Mo explode?

Are you not a famous teacher, but an anonymous famous painter?

"This one……"

Li Zixing was dumbfounded.

"I see!"

Qi Muen finally understood why Zheng Qingfang laughed so wickedly. It turned out that Master Gandalf was Sun Mo!

At this moment, Concubine Qi looked at Sun Mo with a lot of emotion in his heart.

Both painting and calligraphy, Niu Boyi!

Ding!

Favorability from Qi Muen +500, friendliness (500/1000).

Zheng Qingfang heard the commotion all around, and raised his head directly, his fierce and majestic eyes swept across the audience, shut up, anyone who interferes with this famous painting of Sun Mo, I will kill him!

When his eyes fell back on Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang felt relieved that he had seen the right person!

A genius is just so good, but so unreasonable!

"You... you... why are you so proficient?"

An Xinhui was startled, when did her childhood sweetheart become a famous painter?And looking at this calm and composed look, it seems that he is used to the phenomenon of brilliant writing.

Chapter 508

"It's coming, it's coming, the feeling is coming, I have a hunch, I'm going to create a famous painting today!"

Miao Mu splashed ink, and his expression was sometimes excited and sometimes hideous according to the artistic conception expressed in the painting. As for the noisy discussions of the guests around him, he could not hear them for a long time, because he had already entered the state of forgetting things and me.

Then, some spots of light flashed across the eyes.

"Haha, wonderful pen makes flowers!"

Miao Mu was overjoyed, and was about to make persistent efforts, but when his eyes fell on the scroll, he was stunned, why didn't he color it?

Wait, why did the light spots go away?

Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu followed the trajectories of these light spots and found that they landed on the rice paper in front of Sun Mo.

This guy who was bragging just now, now the wolf hair in his hand is shining brightly and shining brightly.

"what?"

Miao Mu's body shook, and the wolf uncontrollably drew an ink mark on the scroll that shouldn't have appeared.

For painting, this is a huge mistake. It is basically impossible to have a wonderful brushwork. However, with Miao Mu's painting skills, it can be remedied, at least a good work can be handed over.

But now, everything has become meaningless.

"Wonderful... Wonderful pen makes flowers?"

Miao Mu's face was full of shock, as if he saw a beautiful woman married to an ugly beggar full of abscesses, and he was also an old man in his seventies.

How can this be?

This is not a brilliant painting, it is impossible for non-famous painters to achieve it, even if they have mines at home, they can’t buy it, it just depends on talent.

But this Sun Mo...

how old is he?Seems to be 20 years old?

When Miao Mu thought of this incident, he suddenly felt very angry and jealous, and felt that he had lived like a dog for the past 30 years.

"Miao Mu, calm down, you may be wrong!"

Miao Mu rubbed his eyes vigorously, then despaired, that's right, the spots of aura lingering, and the bright colors on the rice paper, it's a wonderful pen!

"fail!"

"fail!"

"fail!"

Completely out of instinct, Miao Mu began to curse Sun Mo's failure in his heart. As for his own painting, he couldn't continue because his mind was disturbed.

After half an hour, Sun Mo closed his pen, and the famous painting took shape.

A picture of galloping horses appeared in front of everyone.

The entire Linjiang Palace was silent, and everyone couldn't help but took a few steps forward, stood on tiptoes, and stretched their necks to look around.

"Master Miao, do you want to continue painting?"

Qi Muen asked.

According to the usual practice, in the case of fighting paintings, only when both parties have completed the scrolls, or when the specified time is reached, can the competition start, but in this situation, Miao Mu obviously collapsed.

"draw!"

Miao Mu recovered from the shock and wanted to continue painting, but his mind was in a mess, and the brewing emotions had long since disappeared.

Why?

It was clearly my famous banquet, why was it taken away by a layman?

"Master Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force it!"

Zheng Qingfang advised.

"Master Miao, why don't you go down and rest for a while?"

Qi Muen gave Miao Mu a step down.

You are very famous, and you call yourself the No.1 painter in Jinling, but in the battle of paintings, Sun Mo made a famous painting, do you take the lead to win?

Only famous paintings can surpass famous paintings!

If you are interested, go down quickly, don't delay everyone's appreciation of the painting.

"me……"

On Miao Mu's forehead, beads of sweat oozed out. Since he painted his first famous painting three years ago, no matter where he went, he was always treated as a master, and he has never been so embarrassing.

Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his self-esteem as a famous painter made him stay because he had to flee without a fight.

"I'm fine, enjoy the painting!"

Miao Mu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and accepted failure calmly, which is also a kind of experience.

"Come on, show the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang waved his hand proudly, and immediately two tall maids stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, holding the rice paper with fair white hands, and showing the scroll to the guests.

Whoa!

There was an exclamation in the audience.

On the rice paper, the grass grows endlessly and wildly, as if extending to the horizon. Under the clear blue sky, the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

There is a herd of horses lazily resting by the lake.

But there are seven ponies, who are galloping like lightning and chasing the clouds in the sky.

Their horseshoes picked up the dirt and trampled the grass, and their manes and tails fluttered in the wind, like banners fluttering!

The content of this famous painting is not complicated, but the overall composition is bold and majestic, making people feel as if they are in the vast prairie all at once, blending with the world, and then the horses are galloping, and the smooth muscle lines , It is simply intoxicating, and one can appreciate the beauty of power contained in it just by taking a cursory glance.

After being amazed, the guests quieted down and carefully admired the picture of galloping horses.

This is the power of famous paintings, even if you don't understand them, you can still feel the charm.

"A masterpiece, what a masterpiece, just looking at it, I feel my heart is full of strength, I want to run like those horses!"

Fang Taishou praised again and again.

"Sun Mo is still a famous painter?"

Cao Xian was shocked, and looked at Yue Rongbo beside him.

"I just found out too!"

Yue Rongbo looked at Sun Mo curiously, boy, you are hiding so deeply!And your talent, isn't it like a river flowing endlessly?

Ding!

Favorability from Yue Rongbo +100, friendliness (836/1000).

"I told you earlier, the teacher is the best!"

Lu Zhiruo looked calm: "Okay, okay, don't be surprised, this is just a basic operation, just applaud!"

Ying Baiwu never doubted this.

Gum!

Li Ziqi looked at the drawing of a galloping horse, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Compared with the papaya girl who blindly worships Sun Mo and the iron girl who doesn't know how to draw, Xiao Hebao knows how difficult it is to reach the realm of brilliant pens and flowers!

As for the teacher, it's at your fingertips!

My dear, teacher, you are God's most beloved cub, right?

……

Looking at the famous painting, Gu Xiuxun suddenly turned her head and looked at An Xinhui. She had always admired An Xinhui, but now, she suddenly hated her a little, and even felt a little bit jealous.

Why can you get such a good fiancé?

"I suddenly felt that I might not be good enough for him!"

An Xinhui applauded and sighed.

Gu Xiuxun was taken aback, and quickly lowered her head, "No... no, Sister Xinhui is also very good!"

……

"My lord, how are you?"

Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard, turned his head and asked with a smile.

Li Zixing looked gloomy and vomited blood depressedly. What could he say?I can only boast!

"good very good!"

This is a famous painting, even if Li Zixing is a noble royal family, he is not qualified to evaluate it.

"Haha, so where is the good point?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Why do not you go to hell?"

Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang, and after cursing in his heart, he said in a firm tone, "Sorry, I'm so ignorant, I can't see it!"

Li Zixing was educated by the royal family anyway, and he could see the merits of this famous painting, but it was more uncomfortable for him to praise the murderer of his son than to kill him.

"Master Miao, since Prince Li doesn't understand, then you are a famous painter, you can always tell, right?"

Zheng Qingfang turned his gun.

"This painting shows the passion and vigor of a young man!"

Miao Mu spoke, very embarrassed.A perfunctory sentence.