Chapter 508: 4 seats

"Come, come, feel coming, I have a hunch, I am going to create a famous painting today!"
Miao Mu waved a few splashes of ink, and his expression followed the artistic conception expressed in the painting, sometimes excited and sometimes hideous. As for the noisy discussions of the guests around, he had long been unable to hear it, because he had entered the realm of forgetting things.
Then, some light spots passed in front of the eyes.
"Haha, a wonderful pen!"
Miao Mu was overjoyed and was about to make persistent efforts, but when his gaze fell on the scroll, he was stunned. Why was there no coloring?
Wait, why did this spot escape?
Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu's line of sight followed the trajectory of these light spots, and then found that they had fallen on the rice paper in front of Sun Mo.
This guy who was not ashamed just now, the wolf's hoof in his hand was shining brightly, shining brightly.
"what?"
Miao Mu's body shook, and Langhao uncontrollably drew an ink mark that shouldn't have appeared on the scroll.
For painting, this is a huge mistake. Basically, it is impossible to produce a realm of brilliant brushwork, but with Miaomu's painting technique, it can be remedied, and at least one good work can be handed over.
But now, everything becomes meaningless.
"Miao...Wonderful pen gives birth to flowers?"
Miao Mu's face was shocked, as if she had seen an alluring beauty married to an ugly beggar covered in abscesses, and she was still a horrible old man.
how can that be?
This is not a realm that is impossible for non-famous painters to reach, even if there is a mine at home, it is purely a matter of talent.
But this Sun Mo...
how old is he? Seems to be twenty years old?
Miao Mu felt very angry and jealous when he thought of this incident, and felt that he had almost lived on a dog in the past 30 years.
"Miao Mu, calm down, you might be wrong!"
Miao Mu vigorously rubbed his eyes, and then he was desperate. That's right, the aura and light spots were lingering, and the colors on the rice paper were bright, just like a wonderful brush and flowers!
"failure!"
"failure!"
"failure!"
Out of instinct, Miao Mu began to curse Sun Mo for failing. As for his own paintings, he could no longer continue because of his confusion.
In half an hour, Sun Mo collected his pen and the famous painting took shape.
A picture of a galloping horse appeared in front of everyone.
The whole Linjiang Hall was silent, everyone couldn't help but walked a few steps forward, standing on their toes, craned their necks and looked around.
"Master Miao, do you want to continue painting?"
Qi Muen asked.
According to the usual practice, in the case of fighting painting, only when both parties have completed the picture scroll, or when the specified time is reached, can the comparison start, but now in this situation, Miao Mu has clearly collapsed.
"Draw... draw!"
Miao Mu recovered from the shock and wanted to continue painting, but his mind was in a mess, and the emotions that had been brewing disappeared long ago.
why is this?
Obviously it is my famous banquet, why was it taken away by an outsider?
"Master Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force it!"
Zheng Qingfang persuaded him.
"Master Miao, would you like to go down and rest for a while?"
Qi Muen gave Miao Mu a step down.
You are very famous, and you are known as the first painter in Jinling, but Sun Mo made a famous painting in Douhua. You win with the head?
Only famous paintings can beat famous paintings!
If you are interested, just go down quickly and don't delay your appreciation.
"me……"
A bead of sweat oozes from Miao Mu's forehead. Since he painted the first famous painting three years ago, he has been treated according to the master's specifications wherever he goes, and he has never been so embarrassed.
Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his self-esteem as a famous painter kept him, because he had to flee without fighting.
"I'm fine, let's enjoy the painting!"
Miao Mu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and accepting failure calmly is also an experience.
"Come on, show the picture!"
Zheng Qingfang waved his hand proudly, and immediately two tall maids stepped forward, one on the left and the other, holding the rice paper with their white bare hands, and showing the scroll to the guests.
Wow!
The audience suddenly rang out with exclamation.
On the rice paper, the green grass grows endlessly, as if extending to the horizon, under the clear blue sky, the clouds are rolling.
There is a herd of horses, lazily resting by the lake.
But there are seven ponies except for them, they are swiftly racing, raising their hoofs, chasing the flowing clouds in the sky.
Their horses' hooves picked up the soil and trampled on the grass, their manes and horsetails fluttered in the wind, like flags waving!
The content of this famous painting is not complicated, but the overall composition is bold and majestic, making people feel as if they are on the vast prairie, blending with the world, and then there are horses running wildly with smooth muscle lines. , It is intoxicating, just a rough glance, you can appreciate the beauty of power contained in it.
After exclaiming, the guests calmed down and watched the galloping horse carefully.
This is the power of famous paintings, even if you don't understand it, you can feel the charm of it.
"Masterpiece, it's a masterpiece. Just looking at it, I feel full of power in my heart and want to run like those horses!"
Fang Taishou admired again and again.
"Sun Mo is still a famous painter?"
Cao Xian was shocked and looked at Yue Rongbo beside him.
"I just knew it too!"
Yue Rongbo looked at Sun Mo curiously, boy, you hide so deeply! And your talent, is it like a river running endlessly?
Ding!
The favorability from Yue Rongbo +100, friendly (836/1000).
"I said earlier, the teacher is the best!"
Lu Zhiruo's face was calm: "Okay, okay, don't be surprised, this is just a basic operation, just applaud!"
Yingbaiwu never doubted this.
Gurgle!
Li Ziqi looked at the galloping horse and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Compared with the papaya girl who blindly worships Sun Mo and the iron girl who doesn't know how to paint, Xiao Hebao knows how difficult it is to reach the realm of wonderful pens and flowers!
And the teacher, come here at your fingertips!
My dear, teacher, are you the most beloved cub of God?
...
Gu Xiuxun looked at the famous painting, turned her head suddenly, and looked at An Xinhui. She has always admired An Xinhui, but now, she suddenly hates her, even a little bit jealous.
Why can you get such an excellent fiance?
"I suddenly felt that I might not be worthy of him!"
An Xinhui applauded and sighed.
Gu Xiuxun was startled, and quickly lowered her head, "No...no, sister Xinhui is also very good!"
...
"Lord Li, how is it?"
Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard and asked with a smile.
Li Zixing looked gloomy, vomiting blood in depression, what can he say? Can only boast!
"good very good!"
This is a famous painting, even if Li Zixing is a distinguished royal family, he is not qualified to evaluate it.
"Haha, so what's the good thing?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Why do not you go to hell?"
Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang, and after cursing in his heart, his tone was stiff: "Sorry, I'm so ignorant, I can't tell!"
Li Zixing was also educated by the royal family anyway. He could see the merits of this famous painting, but the murderer who made him boast of killing his son is more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Master Miao, since Lord Li doesn't understand, then you are a famous painter, can you always tell?"
Zheng Qingfang turned his gun.
"This painting shows the blood and spirit of a young man!"
Miao Mu spoke, very embarrassed. A casual perfunctory sentence.
"Everyone, Master Sun, oh, it should be called Master Sun. After all, he drew a famous painting and deserves the title of a master." Zheng Qingfang smiled and looked around the guests: "Then he just commented on other people's paintings, is there any What about the qualifications?"
"Naturally there is!"
Fang Taishou nodded.
The guests who felt that Sun Mo was utterly uttering the words were a little embarrassed at this time, because the famous painter evaluated a painting, even if the author of the painting was present, they could not say that they were not qualified.
Then they looked at Miao Mu and remembered that he had just said that Sun Mo was a layman and didn't know how to paint, so he was hanged and beaten himself...
This... This is really a humiliation that makes people want to die!
But speaking of it, this Sun Mo is too awesome, right? Can you break records, be the chief, and paint famous paintings?
What else can't you do?
"Master Sun, how long do you practice painting?"
Qi Muen was curious.
"I haven't practiced much, just paint in my free time!"
Sun Mo bit his scalp and explained that he was too busy recently, and originally planned to paint some small movie characters for self-entertainment, but he didn't have time.
Wow!
The guests exclaimed, this is the so-called genius, right?
Fang Wuji had been drinking and didn't pay attention to these things at all, but Liu Mubai saw it. To be honest, he was a little jealous.
After all, no one will dislike the skills they have mastered.
"Calm! Calm! Painting skills are a trail!"
Liu Mubai comforted himself.
"Teacher, the famous painter is destined to have no future!"
Han Zisheng comforted in a low voice: "Your goal is to become a saint and to teach the people!"
"Smuggler!"
Although Liu Mubai scolded again, but in his heart, he liked the direct disciple more. You Sun Mo have Xuanyuan Po and Ying Baiwu, and I am not bad, Han Zisheng alone, you can top six of you.
"Master Sun, this famous painting, is it possible to cut love?"
Fang Taishou rubbed his hands, a little expectant.
"Fang Lun, this is wrong with you. I said just now, I have booked Master Sun's painting."
Zheng Qingfang spoke quickly.
If Sun Mo refuses, he might annoy Fang Lun, so he will fight it by himself. Besides this famous painting, he will never miss it.
"Okay, you old man Zheng, you are really shameless to be scheming."
Fang Taishou cursed, of course, this was a joke among friends.
Li Zixing's original intention was to suppress Sun Mo, but when the fight was over, he became famous. How can this be done? He glanced at Miao Mu~EbookFREE.me~ This guy was hit, and he was hopeless, so Li Zixing looked at Ni Jingting.
At the critical moment, I still rely on you!
"Ahem!"
Ni Jingting coughed hard twice.
The discussion around the area immediately subsided, and the guests also watched. Ni Jingting is a three-star master teacher, which is his due respect.
"Master Sun, painting skills are a trick, and our famous teachers still think that teaching and educating people is fundamental!"
Lessons from Ni Jingting.
"Haha!"
Li Zixing is secretly happy, just ask if you are angry?
Your star rating is low, so you have to be disciplined for me? Otherwise, you dare to refute? The hat that disrespects the predecessors will be put on your head. When the time comes, the predecessors of the famous teacher world will definitely see you upset.
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