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Chapter 507

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was deep in thought. In fact, he was unhappy. Mr. Zheng, are you being disgusting?

Miao Mu commented on the first two famous paintings casually, it didn't matter, after all, there was no comparison, but now they are two Tripitaka paintings, and they can be judged.

Miao Mu knew that he was not as good as Gandalf, but he had to say it himself, which was a bit of a slap in the face.

"Does Master Miao have any unique insights?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

“Great painting!”

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

?”

What can Sun Mo say?

You can't praise it, right?

If it is revealed that he is Gandalf in the future, he will not be able to escape the self-promoting reputation, so he should be more modest.

"There are big flaws in this painting. Gandalf's painting was too careless and it felt very random!"

Sun Mo thought about the situation in which 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, that's so disrespectful!"

Miao Mu sighed: "Although it is said that scholars despise each other, don't make it so obvious, okay?"

This is a matter of personal ethics and cannot be rectified!

Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and wanted to laugh, telling you not to pay attention to what you said! First, I will give you a hat that looks down on and treats the master with contempt.

puff!

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

"Uncle Zheng, what are you...?"

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

"stomachache!"

Zheng Qingfang explained.

"Master Sun, judging from the lines, Master Gandalf painted this painting very quickly, but that is not called rushing, but called freehand brushwork. Only those who can achieve this state of sending and receiving at will are called masters!"

Miao Mu’s guidance.

Ding!

Favorability from Miao Mu +50, neutral (50/100).

"..."

Sun Mo was speechless, is this okay?

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

Zheng Qingfang asked narrowly.

"Is it artistic conception? It's not that interesting!"

Sun Mo felt uncomfortable. He really didn't dare to praise him. Speaking of which, Old Man Zheng, what on earth do you want to do?

"Master Sun, this 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 painting, I understand that Master Gandalf is the author of "Journey to the West"

"The author of "The Tripitaka", so the Tripitaka written by him has more charm!"

Qi Muen retorted, it was not that Miao Mu was incompetent, it was that he had not read the full version of Journey to the West and did not understand Sanzang.

"Master Sun, you are not a professional. It is better not to comment on other people's paintings casually in the future. It will be embarrassing and conspicuous for nothing!"

Lessons from Miao Mu.

The guests around him started talking and had a negative impression of Sun Mo. They had no choice but to do so because they also felt that this Tripitaka painting was very good and it was a good choice.

Sun Mo was simply nitpicking.

Listening to the noise, Lu Zhiruo felt unhappy.

"You don't deserve to talk about painting with the teacher!"

Lu Zhiruo was like a puppy, protecting Sun Mo.

"I don't deserve it? Do you dare to compete?"

Miao Mu sarcastically took the opportunity to issue a challenge.

Prince Li said that he would look for an opportunity to kill your spirit, but I didn't expect that you would come to your door yourself instead, 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 reputation.

Before Sun Mo could speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.

"Okay, Master Sun, your direct students are here, and there are so many famous teachers, so don't be frightened!"

Zheng Qingfang spoke righteously.

"Uncle Zheng, what are you..."

Sun Mo smiled bitterly, he understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his painting.

"Haha, fighting painting? I like this entertainment show!"

Li Zixing laughed: "But let's make a deal first. Master Miao's words belong to me!"

"My lord, you are wrong!"

"Make a bid, the highest bidder will win!"

"Will there be a famous painting?"

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

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

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

As soon as Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent. All the guests looked at him in confusion. Did you say the wrong name?

Sun Mo's paintings?

Who wants it!

It's too hard to wipe your butt.

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

"There are no questions, you two can express yourself freely!"

Li Zixing spoke first.

Generally, there will be a prescribed topic for painting competitions, but for painters, there will always be things they are good at and things they are not good at. If a topic they are not good at is given, it will be over.

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

Zheng Qingfang asked rhetorically.

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

"Only by free expression can you make famous paintings!"

Li Ziqi casually found a reason. No matter what he drew, Sun Mo couldn't win.

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

After all, this is a deer-tail banquet. We can't let two people continue to draw and take over the show!

"good!"

Miao Mu shook his sleeves and walked in front of the Eight Immortals table like a master. What should I draw to perfectly demonstrate my painting skills?

As for the enemy Sun Mo?

Please, can he beat me first?

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

"Sun Mo, hurry up!"

Zheng Qingfang stood next to Sun Mo and reminded in a low voice: "Painters like them all have a few paintings that they are best at, just to deal with this kind of situation."

It can be said that Miao Mu was just pretending when he was meditating there.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled bitterly.

Seeing 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 famous teacher in a year. How can I have the face to ask you for paintings by then?

?So I can only take advantage of this opportunity to earn another painting from you!"

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 trivial matter.

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

Today's meeting is a perfect opportunity. Anyway, Li Zixing wants to use a famous painter to attack Sun Mo, so Zheng Qingfang just uses his plan 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 paint famous paintings?"

Sun Mo laughed to himself.

"Don't belittle yourself. Miao Mu is twenty-nine years old and has only painted one famous painting. How about you? You are twenty and have three paintings!"

Zheng Qingfang held out three fingers. In his opinion, Miao Mu wanted to compare with Sun Mo? It was simply overestimating his abilities.

In order to avoid Sun Mo and Miao Mu being disturbed, 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 start and prove to these people that you are not only the best master in Jinling, but also the best painter in Jinling!"

Zheng Qingfang handed Sun Mo the wolf hair.

Sun Mo took over the pen. To be honest, he was not in the mood to draw. But when he turned around and saw Li Ziqi and three others looking at him with expectant eyes, he suddenly felt that he could not embarrass the students.

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

"Teacher, come on!"

Papaya Girl waved her little fist.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo smiled and raised his hand to receive a powerful message from Bo Wen, blessing it on his body. This was to get rid of distracting thoughts and calm down first.

"What to draw?"

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

These guests are dressed in luxurious clothes and have exquisite jewelry. Any one item is worth the living expenses of a family of three for a year.

The table is filled with luxurious and exquisite food, surrounded by servants and maids serving...

Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by the famous teachers, as well as some young people, all looked envious.

Yes, who wouldn’t want to attend such a high-level banquet all the time?

Sun Mo took up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and then started writing.

"So fast?"

An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo had drawn too hastily and not well conceived.

"Hey, these are so powerful!"

Qi Muen and Li Zixing are knowledgeable. After seeing Sun Mo's few strokes, they knew that this boy was not simple.

Gradually, a galloping horse appeared on the paper.

It is true that young people desire a better life and envy the children of rich families. It would be better if this envy could be turned into motivation.

Know what you want and fight for it.

If you don’t have a good family background, you can’t compete with your father, and you’re not handsome enough. You don’t have Bai Fumei to like you, and you don’t even have luck...

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

run!

run!

Run relentlessly!

Every effort you make will bring you closer to your goal!

Sun Mo's mood was completely aroused. He not only wanted to inspire these young people, but also thought of himself. We will fight endlessly in this life!

Buzz!

Sun Mo's brush lit up with crystal light, and the spiritual energy around him was drawn and began to gather together.

"This aura is a wonderful pen that creates flowers?"

Governor Fang exclaimed and looked at Miao Mu subconsciously.

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

"What the hell?"

"Did I see it wrong?"

"Why do wonderful things happen? And so quickly?"

The guests were completely shocked. How long had it been since the painting fight started? Why did Sun Mo's side break out?

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

"this……"

Li Zixing was stunned.

"I see!"

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

At this moment, Prince Consort Qi looked at Sun Mo, feeling filled with emotions.

Excellent calligraphy and painting, Niu Boyi!

Ding!

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

When Zheng Qingfang heard the noise around him, he raised his head and swept across the audience with his sharp and majestic eyes. "Shut up. If anyone interferes with this famous painting by Sun Mo, I will kill him!"

When his eyes fell back on Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang was greatly relieved. He had indeed seen the right person!

Geniuses are so good and yet so unreasonable!

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

An Anhui was shocked. When did her childhood sweetheart become a famous painter? And judging from his calm and composed appearance, it seemed that he was used to the phenomenon of wonderful strokes producing flowers.


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