Sun Mo ordered: "It must be at least eighteen feet long and one and a half feet wide!"
"ah?"
King Qi was stunned at first, and then became excited. Sun Mo was going to make a big one. Otherwise, why would he need such big rice paper?
"Go quickly! Go quickly!"
King Qi urged.
"Sun Mo, that's almost enough!"
Li Xiuhao was heartbroken and advised that such famous paintings should be placed in the Tang Dynasty. Now they are much cheaper.
"It's just a painting!"
Sun Mo didn't care, he was reciprocating the favor.
People living in society always have to deal with worldly relationships. Sun Mo himself doesn't need King Qi's friendship, but the Calabash Boys do.
If one day they commit a crime in Qi or want to seek asylum, Sun Mo hopes that the King of Qi will take care of them for his own sake.
Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready. Sun Mo stood in front of the table, closed his eyes, and began to brew his emotions.
The most famous Chinese painting by flower growers must be Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", which simply combines the style of the Song Dynasty into one painting.
Sun Mo had seen this famous painting, but he would not copy it. Instead, he imitated his ideas and prepared to paint a picture of Jin Ling and the Wind and Moon.
This is the city he is most familiar with and has the most affection for.
Sun Mo exhaled a breath of turbid air, dipped his pen in the ink, and began to write!
Let’s start small. A swallow, after autumn passes and spring returns, pecks at the spring mud and builds its new nest under the eaves of a farmhouse.
The door opened, and a boy ran out with a fish basket. Not far away, there was a small river, with peasant women fetching water and washing clothes on both sides of the river!
Looking along the water flow, there are more and more people. The cries of the salesmen, the scolding of the policemen, and the juggler's begging for prizes seem to be able to break through the paper and be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
This is because the expressions of each character are different and nuanced.
Sun Mo's traditional Chinese painting techniques, including figures, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and landscapes, are all master-level, so he can completely convey the emotions of the characters through their facial expressions and demeanor.
Sun Mo is gradually getting better.
On the high platform, no one was talking anymore. They were all admiring Sun Mo's painting skills. They saw people, objects, plants and trees growing under Sun Mo's brush, lifelike. They didn't know why, but they felt very comfortable.
This actually involves a kind of psychology, just like when people watch some decompression videos, they can’t explain the reason, but they just feel relaxed and comfortable.
Sun Mo originally wanted to paint the life of the people in Jinling and make a picture of the prosperous times when the country was peaceful and the people were safe. After all, this was a gift, so it was natural to wish it good luck.
However, when the painting reached the Chu Pavilion of Qin Tower and the courtesans and courtesan opened the door to welcome guests, Sun Mo couldn't hold it in any longer, so he couldn't help but put more effort into the figure and face of the courtesans.
Before he came to Jinling, Yui retired, but fortunately another Fukada appeared. I heard that he had plastic surgery, but Sun Mo had no actual combat experience, so he didn't know if this was the case.
In short, if Fukada dismounts in the future, he will not be able to see it.
There are many temples in Jinling, 480 temples and as many towers as the Yanyu Family. Compared with them, the brothels and flower houses are not far behind.
Sun Mo drew them all, including the lofts located along the Qinhuai River, the incense shops dotted in the bustling places, and the high-rise boats floating on the lake...
In addition, there are some farmhouses in deep lanes and alleys, doing some businesses with half-open doors, targeting low-end customers.
Sun Mo drew all the women he had seen in his mind, and they were extremely delicate, from the movements of his fingers to the clothing and clothing.
Not to mention, when these actresses put on various costumes of the Tang Dynasty, they still have a unique style.
"Hey, I don't want to draw clothes anymore!"
Sun Mo regretted it, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he drew a silhouette of a woman bathing in a second-floor window.
She seemed to have forgotten to close the window before, but now she rushed to make up for it.
A feeling that I was embarrassed to express appeared vividly on the paper.
At this point, Sun Mo was already painting to a high level, his brushwork was flowing freely, and the inspirations in his mind were like spring water gushing out.
Since there are dropped items on the second floor, Pan Jinlian also arranged for Wu Erlang to fight against Ximen Qing in the Lion Tower. However, this is a peaceful and prosperous world, so the painting cannot be too bloody and must be subtle.
By the way, if there are scholars, then The West Chamber is also indispensable!
In the high gate courtyard, in the pavilions and pavilions, maids are having sex, young ladies are having trysts, and lovers are walking along the walls!
Probably because he was too involved, the state of wonderful writing broke out again.
But at this time, no one noticed it, because their eyes were already attracted by the women on the screen.
This...isn't this so pretty?
No, I can’t say it looks good, but it has an indescribable temperament!
There are so many women, as many as dozens, but none of them have the same appearance, and they are all more than 70% identical.
"Beautiful! Want it!"
King Qi planned to ask Sun Mo what happened to these women after he finished the painting.
I have to say, this guy does have the potential to be a fool.
Others looked at the painting and simply thought the characters were beautiful. They could at best use them as magic materials to shoot. King Qi wanted people.
Sun Mo had already spent three hours. Because the sky was getting dark, King Qi ordered the eunuchs to light the tall butter lamps so that the entire high platform was brightly lit.
Not everyone likes painting. For example, Xia Taikang left the show citing physical discomfort.
He returned to the hotel and as soon as he entered the room, he saw a man wearing a quilt-colored robe standing in front of the window, holding his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Victory Square.
"teacher!"
Xia Taikang quickly saluted, feeling a little confused in his heart. The teacher's whereabouts were always mysterious, and once he appeared, he must have something to tell him.
"Li Ziqi's Sea of Stars, please help me get it back!"
The black-robed teacher ordered.
"Um?"
Xia Taikang frowned. The teacher has seen too many good things, so he has always had no desires and desires. But why do you want Li Ziqi's paintings this time?
Could it be said that her painting is really better than the teacher's?
Yes, Xia Taikang cheated. After he finished half of the painting, he felt that he could not make a famous painting, so through spiritualism, he asked the teacher to come and use his body to paint for him.
Therefore, Heipao's words also mean that he considers himself inferior to Li Ziqi.
"Li Ziqi's paintings are beyond this era. It's normal that you can't understand them!"
The black-robed teacher explained.
Xia Taikang's expression suddenly turned bad. He knew that the teacher's level was superior to all the famous teachers present today, so this meant that in the eyes of the teacher, Li Ziqi was extremely outstanding.
"The end point of a parent is the starting point of a child. I don't blame you for losing to Li Ziqi. His teacher's position is too high!"
The black-robed teacher sighed.
"Are you not as good as Sun Mo?"
Xia Taikang pouted.
"If you mean vision, then I'm not as good as him!"
The words of this black-robed famous teacher directly shocked Xia Taikang. He knew how proud this teacher was. In his eyes, all saints are pigs and dogs, not worth a penny!
"Okay, remember to get Li Ziqi's painting back, no matter what the cost!"
After the black-robed master finished giving his instructions, he didn't see any movement and suddenly disappeared from the window, as if he had never appeared before.
Xia Taikang did not dare to disobey his teacher, so he could only quickly return to Victory Square to find King Qi.
Although the King of Qi was not very old, he worked too hard every night and did not know how to exercise restraint, so his health failed. After watching for two hours, he had to go back to a temporary tent set up in the square to rest.
When Xia Taikang came to see him, he found that Wan Kangcheng, the vice-principal of Black and White Academy, was also there.
"Ten Thousand Masters, how about we discuss this further?"
King Qi was originally not interested in Li Ziqi's paintings, but when Wan Kangcheng wanted them, King Qi became more cautious.
"Your Majesty, Li Ziqi's paintings have no meaning to you. They can only be sublimated if they are placed in the Black and White Academy!"
Wan Kangcheng explained patiently.
"Why do you say that?"
King Qi was puzzled.
"You have never experienced the black and white game, so you don't understand it at all!"
Wan Kangcheng smiled bitterly, this is like playing the piano to a cow, no matter how much I say, it's useless.
"What's wrong with Taikang?"
King Qi changed the subject.
"Your Majesty, I would like to exchange my painting for the painting of His Highness Ziqi!"
Although he only heard a few words, Xia Taikang understood clearly that Wan Kangcheng wanted Li Ziqi's paintings.
"Why?"
King Qi was surprised.
"I want to use her paintings to urge me to keep working hard!"
Xia Taikang made an excuse, but of course he couldn't say it was because my teacher wanted it.
King Qi was just thinking about why he should refuse, when he saw the head of the internal affairs walking in hastily.
"Your Majesty, the leader of the Holy Sect has arrived!"
"What?"
King Qi quickly got up and went out to greet him.
"Your Majesty, long time no see!"
Su Taiqing only wore a simple white robe, but his whole person had an immortal air and elegant temperament, just like a living immortal!
"Master Su, what kind of wind brings you here?"
The King of Qi used honorific titles and treated him as a disciple.
There is no way, the power of the Holy Sect is too great, and Su Taiqing himself is also at the level of Sub-Saint. However, it is said that this person has been a saint for a long time, but he deliberately concealed his realm.
But even Ya Sheng was someone that King Qi didn't want to mess with.
"I heard that Zi Qi made a map of the sea of stars, which was very artistic, so I came to ask for it shamelessly!"
Su Taiqing spoke frankly.
The Five Kingdoms Debate was a grand event in Kyushu. As the leader of the sect, Su Taiqing naturally wanted to pay attention to it, so he sent his right-hand man here.
To be valued by Su Taiqing and become his assistant, there is no doubt about his vision and talent. After seeing Li Ziqi's famous painting, he knew that this famous painting was of great significance, so he immediately sent a letter to Su Taiqing Feiyan.
Went to the photo stone where the scene was taken.
After Su Taiqing saw it, he rushed over immediately.
"ah?"
King Qi was stunned. He thought that Su Taiqing came here because he wanted the famous painting by Sun Mo. After all, it was a rare work with the aura of a famous master. Unexpectedly, it was the painting by Li Ziqi.
Xia Taikang glanced over.
The taste of this sect master is the same as that of my teacher!
"Master Su, I came first!"
Wan Kangcheng was not happy.
"Haha, first come, first served, it's better to have a chance!"
Su Taiqing smiled: "Why not let the owner of the painting make the decision?"
"you……"
Wan Kangcheng was angry, there was no fate, this was bullying. Although the status of Black and White Academy was very high, it was still not as good as the leader of the Holy Sect.
Anyone with a good mind would definitely give Su Taiqing a famous painting.
King Qi knew that the painting could not be saved. Instead of letting Li Ziqi decide, he might as well be a favor himself: "Should this famous painting, which is full of 'philosophical' temperament, be left to the custody of Clan Master Su?"
Xia Taikang wisely didn't interrupt because he couldn't argue.
…
"Have you heard? Master Su is here!"
"Ah? The painting battle is over, what is he doing here?"
"You don't want to see Master Sun paint, do you?"
Ordinary people don't know about this situation, but in the elite circles, the news has gone crazy, and some people are racking their brains to get in front of Su Taiqing and look familiar.
Just not qualified!
Soon, another news came.
"Sect Master Su is here not for Sun Mo's famous painting, but for Li Ziqi's painting!"
"Ah? Are Li Ziqi's paintings that good?"
"The famous paintings that Master Su is interested in must be extraordinary!"
Many people don't believe this news. After all, Sun Mo's famous painting has the halo effect of a famous teacher. With the addition of it, there are only ten paintings in the entire famous painting world.
It's just that many people swear by it, because this news came from King Qi's internal affairs manager, and it is full of credibility.
If this is true, it means that Xia Taikang took Li Ziqi's first place for nothing.
The sky was getting dark, but Sun Mo was still painting.
In the past, there would have been an early curfew in Xijing, but today, an exception was made, so many people did not go home because they wanted to see the birth of a unique painting.
When Su Taiqing appeared, there was a sensation all around, and many people wanted to come forward to see him.
Su Taiqing smiled slightly and glanced around. In an instant, everyone's moods calmed down and they stayed silent without saying a word.
"Oh my god, it's a silent halo!"
Qin Yaoguang was shocked: "Isn't this too awesome?"
Without saying a word, just a thought can activate the aura of a famous teacher. This is definitely a magical skill, at least it is a magical skill that can only be mastered by a sub-sage.
"Dad...sect master, you must be powerful!"
Lu Zhiruo and Yourongyan.
"Eh? It's their business to be good, why should you be proud?"
Qin Yaoguang was puzzled.
"Well!"
Lu Zhiruo was speechless.
"If Zhi is a famous teacher, she will definitely worship Master Su!"
Helian Beifang supported him.
"right!"
Lu Zhiruo nodded.
"But I admire the teacher even more!"
Xian Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw the crowd surging, she thought the teacher's mood was going to be disturbed. Unexpectedly, Su Taiqing just looked at them and asked them to be quiet.
Su Taiqing stood next to Sun Mo, and when he saw the Jinling Wind and Moon Picture, his brows suddenly raised.
This painting is of course good, but does this woman paint a little too much?
By the way, Sun Mo is still a baby, and it’s normal to miss girls!
Sun Mo has been painting for nearly eight hours. To be honest, he is a little tired. Although he still has inspiration, his enthusiasm has cooled down.
"How about this?"
Sun Mo stopped writing. Anyway, this famous painting has already given birth to a wonderful painting, so it is enough to give it away.
"Um?"
Su Taiqing was surprised and asked: "Why doesn't Master Sun stop painting?"