peerless teacher

“Awesome!”

Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't bear it anymore and clapped his hands in praise.

This Sun Dasheng was painted with so much vigor, that fierce, domineering, and rebellious aura rushed towards his face.

"Yes!"

Lu Zhiruo nodded hurriedly.

"Draw the last one and rest!"

Sun Mo moved his wrist and neck, feeling a little tired.

"Draw another picture of Master Sanzang?"

Lu Zhiruo begged softly.

"it is good!"

Sun Mo wrote. This time, he chose Sanzang who was traveling west. He no longer wore gorgeous cassocks, and his body was also dusty.

Leading a white horse and holding a tin rod with nine rings, he trekked hard against the wind and sand.

While painting and drawing, Sun Mo thought of his schooling path back then, and how he gained a firm foothold in the No. [-] Middle School after graduation, gradually emerged, and finally became a gold medal teacher in the high school, which was appreciated by the old principal.

Now, in the Tang Kingdom of Zhongzhou, it is impossible to say that he does not want to go home, but thinking about Li Ziqi, thinking about Lu Zhiruo, thinking about a few newly recruited students, Sun Mo suddenly became full of pride.

They trust themselves, and I have to teach them well so that I can live up to them.

Eat soft rice?

Trash school graduate?

No talent, just an ordinary person who should live an ordinary life for the rest of his life?

Just wait and see!

I will soon become the No.1 division of the school, become the No.1 division of Jinling, and become the No.1 division of Jiangnan...

Am I not good enough for An Xinhui?

One day, I will make you change your mind and say that An Xinhui climbed up to me!

Sun Mo's pen is like a dragon and a snake, and he splashes ink.

Tripitaka's journey to the west gradually took shape.

During this period of time, Sun Mo was called by those people for soft food and soft food, and he suffered countless looks and slanders from behind. He seemed to be open-minded and didn't care, but deep down, he was unhappy after all.

Sun Mo was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to prove himself.

"Since I have come to Zhongtu and since I am still a teacher, I should do my best to prove that I am stronger than you natives of Kyushu! Better! More powerful!"

Sun Mo left Middle Earth, but his heart is still a boy!

The blood is not cold, the ambition is not gone!

When you encounter slander and scorn, just fuck them, fuck them hard until they are full of teeth and shut their mouths completely.

The spiritual energy from all around gathered together at the tip of the brush, and followed Sun Mo's strokes, and attached to the scroll.

"This... is this... the realm of wonderful pens and flowers?"

Zheng Qingfang exclaimed.

The so-called brilliant brushwork is a state that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.

It is the paintings drawn by the painter, as if they are real, and the mind will be swayed and intoxicated by them.

There are three realms of wonderful pens and flowers.

The third class, the whole painting is lifelike, because of the attachment of aura, it is no longer black and white ink paper color, but becomes colorful, which will reveal a strong atmosphere.

As long as people see it at a glance, they will stop and stay involuntarily, and they will not be willing to look away.

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, obsessed, hesitant, fond, painful, and fascinated by the painting, wanting to keep it for themselves and treasure it.

The first class is also the highest level of a famous painter.

The viewer is immersed in the painting, as if he has become the person in the painting, experienced everything about him, and realized his life.

At this time, they have ignored the passage of time, stopped to watch, often for days and nights, addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

Zheng Qingfang has heard that there are so few paintings handed down from generation to generation that ordinary people can't look at at all, because once they look at them, they can no longer look away, as if their souls have been put into the paintings, and the whole person becomes demented, only to look at them all day long. Thinking of being with this painting as a companion.

Chapter 70

Because the aura gathered and the concentration increased, the bookstore suddenly lit up.

The aura light spots are flickering, like fireflies on the riverside in midsummer, covering up the light of the butter candle.

"This... is this a wonderful pen?"

Lu Zhiruo covered her mouth with her small hands, her face was full of shock, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo's painting.

"Sure, look at the colors on the painting."

The old servant was also very quiet, lower than the noise made by mosquitoes, and he was afraid of disturbing Sun Mo.

One must know that even for a famous painter, this kind of state can be encountered but not sought after, so if Sun Mo interrupts, this map of Tripitaka's Journey to the West will also be destroyed.

When the time comes, don't say that the master will reprimand me, even me, I can't wait to bump my head to death.

Middle-earth Kyushu is the same as ancient China, with low productivity and lack of pigments, so writing and painting, white rice paper and black ink are the mainstream.

This is also the characteristic of Chinese painting.

But when a famous painter enters the realm of wonderful brushwork and starts to create, everything is very different.

The aura is attached to the tip of the Langhao brush, and with the free and unrestrained creation of the famous painter, the lines revealed by the brush are also brought with brilliant colors.

Famous painters move their minds and move their aura, and then they can paint the desired color instead of pure carbon black ink.

The sunset at dusk, reflecting the sunset glow, is orange red.

In the lush green mountains, filled with the miasma of twilight, the dusty mage Sanzang, holding the reins, leaped over a giant tree that had been struck down by lightning.

Because of the wonderful painting environment, the soil on the corner of Master Sanzang's clothes, the dirty coat color of the white dragon horse, and the nine-ring tin rod that is still shining even if it is dusty, every detail is dyed with perfect color.

The three of Zheng Qingfang stopped talking, even though they were dying of curiosity and wanted to watch closely, but at this moment, they all slowed down by coincidence and backed away quietly.

At this moment, no one dared to disturb Sun Mo and the birth of a famous painting.

Yes, once a painting is born with wonderful pens and flowers and is dyed with color, it is recognized as a famous painting, and even the most demanding judges cannot deny it.

Even if there is a famous painter present at this time, he can say that Sun Mo's painting skills are not enough, that the artistic conception of this painting is not good enough, but he absolutely dare not say that this painting is not a famous painting.

This is the absolute standard for famous paintings because of the wonderful brushwork.

If this painting is put on sale, it can definitely be sold at a high price. Even if those dignitaries who like Chinese paintings do not know how to paint, they can rest assured to collect it without worrying about being cheated, because the gorgeous colors are enough to prove its worth.

After a long time, Sun Mo backed away, dropped his hair, put his hands on his chest, and stared at the painting.

At this time, the atmosphere in the bookstore suddenly lightened.

At this time, the three of Zheng Qingfang dared to breathe loudly, applauded and expressed their opinions.

At this time, it is the time to appreciate famous paintings.

clap clap clap!clap clap clap!

Zheng Qingfang clapped his hands excitedly, walked over, and kept praising her.

"Nice painting!"

"Nice painting!"

"Good painting!"

Zheng Qingfang stared at Sanzang's Journey to the West, and couldn't express his heart with three praises in a row.

The color of this painting is not bright, because it uses more gray tones, so it looks like there is a struggling and depressing atmosphere, which makes people feel uncomfortable, but this feeling of discomfort, when looking at Sanzang, it is all like melting ice and snow up.

Sanzang's eyes are firm and bright, looking into the distance!

Sanzang's steps are light and powerful, and he has passed the catastrophe!

Sanzang's expression showed his determination and persistence in retrieving the scriptures. No matter how difficult and far the journey is, he will never back down when he goes to the west.

Already old and feeble?

No, when Zheng Qingfang looked at this painting, he only felt that the road was moving forward, that he could fight for another 20 years?

Lu Zhiruo clasped her hands tightly, and the tip of her excited nose was sweating. The cowardice and inferiority in her heart dissipated at this moment, leaving only a strong attachment.

"I want to be someone who makes my father proud, and I will make him recognize me!"

Lu Zhiruo remembered the vow she made when she left home.

"master!"

The old servant couldn't help shouting, thinking of the ups and downs of the officialdom that accompanied Zheng Qingfang for many years, he couldn't help crying: "You didn't succeed!"

"Yeah, no success!"

Zheng Qingfang shook his head, blaming his own body for being too disappointing, if he could break through the bottleneck and step into the thousand-span realm, even if it only lasted ten years.

"I drew this?"

Disbelief gradually appeared on Sun Mo's face.

"Yes!"

The system's tone was flat, but it was also a little shocked at this time.

Although the master-level painting technique is gifted as a skill, it can be used without any effort, but it takes a period of time to hone it to perfection.

To have reached this level with hands-on practice, and to have entered the state of brilliant brushwork, is enough to show that Sun Mo has outstanding talent in painting.

"Could it be that Sun Mo was a painter in his previous life until he was shot with an arrow in the knee?"

The system guesses.

"This is a wonderful pen!"

Zheng Qingfang praised again and again, then looked at Sun Mo, hesitant to say: "Sun Xiaoyou, I have a merciless request!"

Ding!

Favorability from Zheng Qingfang +30.

Prestige relationship with Zheng Qingfang, neutral (40/100).

"Uncle Zheng is out, please tell me!"

Sun Mo didn't dare to take the big picture, and he even explained: "This painting is a rare one. If you ask me to draw the same one again, I won't be able to draw it."

Zheng Qingfang's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Hehe, you've got it by chance? It's a good word!"

"The teacher is amazing!"

Lu Zhiruo finally had a chance to praise her.

Ding!

Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +30.

Prestige relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (213/1000).

Ding!

Favorability from old servants +30.

The prestige relationship with the old servant is opened, the current state is neutral (30/100).

The old servant didn't speak, but the favorability he gave was enough to show his appreciation and admiration for Sun Mo.

"Sun Xiaoyou, I don't know if this painting can be parted and given to me?"

After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he quickly added: "Young Sun won't suffer, how much money, just ask Sun Xiaoyou!"

"Forget about the money, if Uncle Zheng likes it, just take it!"

Sun Mo chuckled.