peerless teacher

Murong Mingyue chuckled: "How dare you brag? Have all the cattle in the Central Plains died?"

Although she was smiling, Murong Mingyue's eyes and expression had already cooled down.

One who can create a famous painting can be honored as a famous painter. This shows how difficult it is to create a famous painting.

Some famous painters spend their whole lives, and after decades of hard work, there are only one or two famous paintings, but Sun Mo is good, blowing four?

Do you really think I'm stupid?

Murong Mingyue's impression of Sun Mo was extremely bad.

Sun Mo didn't expect this girl to be sarcastic, and she was also sharp-tongued.

But think about it, as long as you are a famous teacher, your eloquence is fine.

"Then what are the names of these four paintings? Where can I see them?"

Normally, Murong Mingyue wouldn't be so aggressive, but yesterday's work made her feel gloomy and full of boredom, and seeing Sun Mo talking nonsense, she couldn't help but burst out.

""Three Tibetans Journeying to the West", "Girl in Spring Rain", "Early Spring Outing", and a "Running Horse" are all in my friend's study."

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.

In fact, he still has a "Picture of Wealthy and Leisurely Dwelling", but that is a copy. Although the painting is better than the original author, but because the purpose of creating it is questionable, Sun Mo didn't say anything about it.

Murong Mingyue frowned slightly. Hearing these names, there seemed to be some artistic conception, but what the hell is it in a friend's house?

It really is a deceptive lie!

"Since you have already created four famous paintings, you must have a lot of experience. How about you show them?"

Murong Mingyue sneered: "Of course, if you admit that you can't do it, I won't force you, but please leave Fulong Academy. Famous teachers who bluff and deceive are not allowed here."

Sun Mo's level of spirit pattern study is very high, but so what?

A famous teacher's character is low, no matter how high his academic achievements are, he is not worthy of praise.

As a famous teacher, there should be no stains.

Thinking of this, Murong Mingyue clenched her right hand tightly, and her nails were embedded in her flesh.

Sun Mo blinked and sized up Murong Mingyue: "Is your aunt here?"

Isn't this temper too bad?

Chapter 854 The Girl Who Runs the Kite

"Don't talk about it, what does this have to do with my aunt?"

Murong Mingyue's complexion became more and more cold.

It was also fortunate that the people of Kyushu didn't know the meaning of this word, otherwise Murong Mingyue would have to go all out with Sun Mo, because this would already be considered blasphemy and molesting.

"Let me make a statement first. Famous paintings are not something that can be drawn just by thinking about it, but a product that is obtained by chance."

Sun Mo spoke righteously.

What is clever hands and chance?

It is to watch people and things, or touch the scenery to express emotions. In an instant, inspiration comes, and then famous paintings are created. Any famous painting has its own charm, without the accumulation of craftsmanship.

To put it bluntly, it is similar to writing poems. Those famous poems through the ages are all recited by talented poets. The rhetoric may not be gorgeous and beautiful, but the artistic conception is far-reaching enough to make people appreciate it, and it will last for a long time. .

Murong Mingyue did not deny that although she is a barbarian, she is proficient in Central Plains culture, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry.

"Humph!"

Murong Mingyue didn't pursue it anymore, she still blamed herself and felt annoyed.

Hey!

I'm in a bad mood, why should I wantonly vent on other people?

Murong Mingyue ignored Sun Mo and turned to leave.

Seeing that the target is about to leave, how can this be done?

You want to leave before I force you to pretend?

I will never allow it!

"But I can do a painting above the standard."

Sun Mo spoke.

"never mind!"

Murong Mingyue didn't care.

"Damn, why don't you play your cards according to the routine?"

Sun Mo was a little depressed and anxious, and immediately racked his brains: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Murong Mingyue still didn't respond.

"You vented your anger on me, shouldn't you apologize?"

Sun Mo asked.

"Are you endless?"

Murong Mingyue stopped, turned around and glared at Sun Mo: "Okay, let's go to the classroom, I want to see what you can draw!"

"Don't be so troublesome!"

When Sun Mo was talking to Murong Mingyue, he had already started to think about countermeasures. At this time, he went straight to a peach tree that could be hugged by a person, pulled out the wooden knife, brushed it twice, and removed the dry bark. Chipped away, exposing the trunk inside.

Murong Mingyue's pupils shrank, what is this guy going to do?

It looks like you want to paint on the peach tree?

But isn't this a joke?

If you want to paint a famous painting, not to mention using good rice paper and pine smoke for ink, at least the ink and paper should not be too bad, otherwise halfway through the painting, the paper will be broken because of the poor quality, or the brush will lose hair, which is too irritating .

"arrogant!"

Murong Mingyue's beautiful lips showed a hint of sarcasm, and the next moment, her face darkened, and she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Well, this guy didn't even use a wolf, but he just pulled out his wooden knife and slashed at the tree trunk. In this way, he doesn't look like a painter, but a carpenter.

"Famous Master Murong, don't you even have this bit of patience?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Well, I'd like to see what you can come up with!"

Murong Mingyue is already planning to make a speech. She doesn't usually swear, but when she starts to swear, she is like a wild dog that has run loose.

Hmph, I'll let you know how ferocious the prairie woman is.

With all his concentration, Sun Mo poured spiritual energy into the tip of the knife, and slashed across the peach tree.

He didn't want to do this either, but the tree trunk was uneven, and if he wanted to paint with a brush, there would definitely be small flaws, which Sun Mo couldn't bear.

So first carve, leave traces, and then use wolf howl to dip in ink and paint.

In the past, Sun Mo would not have dared to be so reckless, after all, carving is a technical job, but now, he is full of confidence.

Because his puppet science is already at the master level.

In this discipline, the most important thing is technique, and the outstanding masters are all skilled craftsmen, who can make exquisite puppets.

Carving various materials into the shape you want is naturally the foundation of the foundation.

Just draw some patterns on the tree trunk, which is much easier than making puppets, and Sun Mo also masters several holy-level exercises, especially the Yitian Sword Art and Liaoyuan Blazing Gun Art, which allow him to use wooden knives like arm wielders.

Murong Mingyue, who was originally angry and ready to spray others, gradually frowned.

After all, she is a talented puppet master, and she can see that Sun Mo's carving techniques, although not amazing enough, are extremely accurate, which can't help but amaze her.

"Is this guy still a puppet master?"

Murong Mingyue was puzzled.

You should know that when students learn puppetry for the first time, they just practice their hands. They don't need to make puppets with fantastic ideas, but they must be absolutely accurate, so that they can completely reproduce the teacher's works.

Every part is accurate, which is the first criterion of the puppeteer.

Soon, Sun Mo finished the frame, then lifted the wolf brush, dipped it in the Huadao spirit pattern ink, and began to splash the ink.

This kind of ink can increase the effect of spirit patterns by ten percent.

Gradually, strange flowers appeared on the trunk.

"Is this a flower field?"

Murong Mingyue subconsciously asked, for some reason, seeing these clusters of blooming flowers, her mood inexplicably improved.

Sun Mo didn't answer, because he was completely immersed in the creation.

One after another, the sunflowers are facing the sun, showing smiling faces.

This is the bright sunshine of autumn, the clear sky has washed away the haze.

When Sun Mo wondered why Murong Mingyue had such a bad temper, he activated the divine insight technique, and then saw that her will was extremely low, falling to single digits.

This made Sun Mo startled, because it was a sign of suicide!

He wanted to encourage Murong Mingyue.

At the same time, it is also to encourage yourself.

Don't look at Sun Mo's smooth sailing now, but he is also under great pressure. The current Zhongzhou Academy has no influence, and the only ones who can do it are himself and An Xinhui.

Therefore, Sun Mo had to achieve three stars and three chiefs for one year. Only by becoming more famous could he attract more students, and it would be much easier to recruit students in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that Sun Mo wants to prove himself.

He is also an unyielding character.

In this school full of discrimination against people from the Central Plains, Sun Mo also held his breath, wanting to be the best one and impress all the barbarians.

Murong Mingyue pursed her lips. Even if this painting was not a famous painting, she decided not to speak ill of each other. At least her seriousness and devotion in painting should not be questioned.

"Perhaps he is really a famous painter!"

Murong Mingyue sighed, and then laughed at herself, but what does that have to do with me?

Half an hour later, Sun Mo made his last stroke and backed away.

The painting takes shape, but there are no colorful colors, only ink, which means it is not a famous painting.

clap clap clap!

Murong Mingyue applauded.

"Very good work, I apologize to you."

Murong Mingyue spoke.

She really thinks this work is good.

Those flowers, although they couldn't name them, looked like they were full of sunshine and vitality.

There is also the girl running towards the distance in the field, her pursuit of freedom and dreams is like a flame, like a round of tomorrow, so dazzling.

"I really envy her!"

Murong Mingyue sighed.

Sun Mo didn't hear these words at all. He stared at the painting, frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly stepped forward, and the brush moved again.

"do not want!"

Murong Mingyue subconsciously rushed over to pull Sun Mo's arm. In her opinion, this painting is already excellent, and there is no need to add more things to it.

But it was too late.

Sun Mo swiped the brush, with grand and unrestrained movements, and landed on the scroll with a few swipes.

"what!"

Murong Mingyue exclaimed, she couldn't bear to look at it any more, Sun Mo was going to ruin this excellent painting, but in the next moment, she couldn't take her eyes off it.