Chapter 507: Fight painting

"Master Miao, what do you think?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was thinking. In fact, he was upset. Old man Zheng, are you disgusting?
The first two famous paintings were judged casually by Miao Mu. It doesn't matter. After all, there is no comparison, but now they are all two tripartite paintings.
Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to this Gandalf, but if he had to say it himself, it was a bit slapped.
"Does Master Miao have any unique insights?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Good painting!"
Miao Mu said two words dryly, and then wittily led the focus to Sun Mo: "Did Sun Shi just use the eyes of a famous teacher to evaluate my Tripitaka? Then, what do you think of this one? ?"
What can Sun Mo say?
Can't praise it?
If it turns out that he is Gandalf in the future, he can't escape that self-praised name, so I'm still humble.
"This painting has big flaws. Gandalf's painting is too unconcerned, and it feels very casual!"
Sun Mo thought about the state of his painting at that time, and found a flaw.
"Master Sun, please respect Master Gandalf. How can you call him by his first name?"
Li Zixing scolded.
"Yeah, it's so disrespectful!"
Miao Mu sighed, "Although the literati are light, don't be so obvious, OK?"
This is a question of personal ethics, there is no need to wash!
Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and wanted to laugh, making you careless! First put on you a hat that despises the master.
puff!
Zheng Qingfang couldn't hold back, and laughed again.
"Uncle Zheng, are you...?"
Qi Muen was surprised, he always felt the evil taste of Zheng Qingfang's smile.
"stomachache!"
Zheng Qingfang explained.
"Master Sun, from the perspective of the lines, Master Gandalf's painting is fast, but it is not called urgent, but freehand. Only when you can achieve this state of sending and receiving freely, you are called a master!"
Miao screen pointing.
Ding!
Favorability from Miaomu +50, neutral (50/100).
"..."
Sun Mo is speechless, this is all right?
"Master Sun, are there any shortcomings in this painting?"
Zheng Qingfang asked narrowly.
"Artistic conception, right? Almost meaningless!"
Sun Mo feels uncomfortable. He really dare not praise him. What do you want to do?
"Master Sun, this is a bad remark. When I look at Master Miao’s paintings, I always feel that there is something missing, but I don’t know what is missing. But after seeing this one, I understand that Master Gandalf is from Journey to the West "The author of ", so his Sanzang is more charming!"
Qi Muen retorted that it was not that Miao Mu was not good, but that he hadn't read the full version of Journey to the West, and he hadn't understood Sanzang.
"Master Sun, you are not a professional, so you shouldn't comment on other people's paintings casually in the future. It is shameful and conspicuous!"
Miao Mu lesson.
The guests around began to discuss and had a negative impression of Sun Mo. There was no way, because they also thought this tripartite painting was very good, and it was right to choose.
Sun Mo is simply nitpicking.
Listening to the noise, Lu Zhiruo was upset.
"You are not worthy to talk to the teacher about painting!"
Lu Zhiruo is like a little dog, defending Sun Mo.
"I'm not worthy? Do you dare to compare?"
Miao Mu sneered and took the opportunity to challenge.
Li Wangye said, find a chance to kill your aggressiveness. I didn't expect that you came here by yourself, so don't blame me for being impolite.
Of course, Miao Mu also took this opportunity to show off his painting skills and expand his popularity.
Before Sun Mo could speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.
"Okay, Master Sun, your direct student is present, and there are so many teachers. Don't be stage fright!"
Zheng Qing's words are righteous.
"Uncle Zheng, what are you..."
Sun Mo smiled bitterly. He understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his paintings.
"Haha, Douhua? I like this fun show!"
Li Zixing laughed: "But let me speak first, Master Miao's words are mine!"
"Master, you are wrong!"
"Make a bid, the highest bidder gets it!"
"Will there be a famous painting?"
The guests talked a lot. They didn't care about the fighting painting competition. Sun Mo would lose anyway. They wanted to see if Miao Mu could make a famous painting.
"Go, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"
After Zheng Qingfang gave the order, he announced in public: "The paintings of my grandchildren and grandchildren will belong to me, Mr. Zheng, and no one is allowed to grab them!"
As soon as Zheng Qingfang's voice fell, the audience was silent. The guests looked at him because they were unknown. Did you say the wrong name?
Sun Mo's paintings?
Who wants it!
Wiping the is too hard.
Soon, four huge tables of Eight Immortals were lifted up, in pairs, and then pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed.
"There is no problem, the two can play freely!"
Li Zixing spoke first.
In general, there will be a topic prescribed for fighting painting, but for the painter, there will always be something good and bad. If you post something that you are not good at, it will be over.
"Master, why don't you ask a question?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
With Li Zixing's face, he couldn't help being embarrassed, because everyone in the room knew that he had a good relationship with Miao Mu, and naturally knew what he was good at.
"Being free to play, it is possible to make famous paintings!"
Li Ziqi casually found a reason, no matter what he painted, Sun Mo couldn't win.
Qi Muen glanced at the sky: "Then it's half an hour?"
After all, this is a deer-tail banquet, and you can't let two people paint forever!
"it is good!"
Miao Mu tossed his sleeves, pacing like a master, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals. What painting can perfectly show my painting skills?
As for the enemy Sun Mo?
Please, he wins over me?
Miao Mu stood at the table of the Eight Immortals and picked up the wolf hao, but did not write.
"Sun Mo, hurry up!"
Standing next to Sun Mo, Zheng Qingfang reminded in a low voice: "They painters have a few paintings they are best at, just to cope with this situation."
It can be said that when Miao Mu meditated there, he was actually pretending to be.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo smiled bitterly.
Looking at Sun Mo’s expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself and explained in a low voice:
Sun Mo, with your identity and status, one year later, I am afraid that I will become a three-star master teacher. Then I have any face to ask you for painting. So I can only take advantage of this opportunity to earn you another painting!"
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 this is a trail.
As a famous teacher, Sun Mo has more important things to do.
Today this is just the right time. Anyway, Li Zixing is going to use a famous painter to attack Sun Mo. Then Zheng Qingfang just used his plan to give Sun Mo a chance to perform, and by the way, he would get another famous painting.
"You can guarantee that I can draw a famous painting?"
Sun Mo laughed at himself.
"Don't be presumptuous. Miao Mu is twenty-nine years old this year and he has only painted a famous painting. How about you? Twenty, three!"
Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers. In his opinion, Miao Mu wanted to compare with Sun Mo? It's simply overweight.
In order to prevent Sun Mo and Miao Mu from being disturbed, everyone else stood ten meters away and could only watch from a distance.
Of course, big men like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing are exceptions.
"Let's start, prove to these people that you are not only the number one artist in Jinling, but also the number one painter in Jinling!"
Zheng Qingfang handed Sun Mo the wolf.
Sun Mo took the pen, to be honest, he was not in the mood to paint, but when he turned his head and saw the three of Li Ziqi, 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 master teachers, so they must do this at all times.
"Teacher, come on!"
The papaya girl shook her small fist.
"Haha!"
Sun Mo smiled, raising his hand is a well-known memory, blessing on him, this is to abandon distracting thoughts and calm down first.
"What to draw?"
Sun Mo pondered and looked around casually, looking for inspiration.
These guests, with luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, can be worth a year of living expenses for a family of three.
The table is full of 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, showed envy in their expressions.
Yes, who doesn't want to be able to attend such a high-standard banquet?
Sun Mo took the pen, dipped it in the ink, and then dropped the pen.
"So fast?"
An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo's paintings were too hasty and did not have a good idea.
"Hey, these few shots are amazing!"
Qi Muen and Li Zixing are both acquainted. After reading Sun Mo's few strokes, he knew that this kid was not easy.
Gradually, a galloping horse suddenly appeared on the paper.
Young people yearn for a better life and envy the children of rich families. That's right. If you turn this envy into motivation, it will be even better.
Know what you want and fight for it.
If you don’t have a good family background, you can’t fight your father, you don’t look handsome enough, you don’t have Bai Fumei to look at, you can’t even have luck...
It doesn't matter, as long as you have your hands, that's enough!
run!
run!
Run tirelessly!
Every effort will bring you closer to the goal!
Sun Mo's emotions have completely risen. Not only does he want to inspire these young people, but also think of himself, my generation will fight endlessly in this life!
Hum!
Sun Mo's brush was shining brightly, and the spirits around him began to gather together.
"This spiritual energy is a wonderful pen to produce flowers?"
Fang Taishou exclaimed and looked at Miao Mu subconsciously.
Others also looked over, but found that there was no movement on his side, and then they turned their heads subconsciously, and they saw the fluorescent light on the scroll of Sun Mo!
"What the hell?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Why is there a wonderful pen and flowers? And so fast?"
The guests were completely shocked. How long has it been since the beginning of the fight? Why did Sun Mo explode here?
Are you not a famous painter, but an incognito painter?
"This one……"
Li Zixing was dumbfounded.
"That's it!"
Qi Muen finally understood why Zheng Qingfang laughed so badly~EbookFREE.me~ It turns out that Master Gandalf is Sun Mo!
At this moment, Qi Luma looked at Sun Mo, feeling full of emotion in his heart.
Both painting and calligraphy, Niu Boyi!
Ding!
Favorability degree from Qi Muen +500, friendly (500/1000).
Hearing the noise around him, Zheng Qingfang directly raised his head, his stern and majestic eyes swept across the audience, shutting up all of them, if anyone interfered with this famous painting by Sun Mo, I would kill him!
When the line of sight fell back to Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang felt relieved that he didn't see the wrong person!
Genius, just so good, just so unreasonable!
"You...you... why are you so proficient?"
An Xinhui was shocked. When did her childhood sweetheart still be a famous painter? And looking at this calm and calm look, it seems that he has become accustomed to this phenomenon.