Chapter 69: Myozan flower

　　 "Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I will finish the follow-up story soon."
　　Sun Mo guarantees.
　　 Everyone called him a little friend, he was still a fan, and he was so generous, so Sun Mo changed his mouth and used an honorific.
"That's good!"
Zheng Qingfang happily took a drink and continued to persuade: "But you still have to accept the money. Don't worry, this money will not be included in the manuscript fee. I will also print a thousand copies, no, three thousand copies, and then I will sell the money. , Except for costs, it’s all yours."
　　 "That's not good, isn't it?"
　　 Sun Mo frowned, Zheng Qingfang was working for him in vain.
　　 "What's wrong? Such a wonderful novel must be seen by everyone, otherwise it will be a jewel covered in dust and violent."
　　 Zheng Qing said righteously. As for silver, he didn't mention a word.
　　As a high-ranking official, Zheng Qingfang doesn't lack silver. What he lacks is money.
　　 After watching "Journey to the West", Zheng Qingfang immediately liked the Monkey King and the holy monk Sanzang. If he didn't give it to others, he would not sleep well.
　　 Zheng Qingfang has already decided that when the book is printed, send it to those dozens of friends first, otherwise they will definitely blame themselves for getting a good thing but they will enjoy it alone without telling everyone.
　　 "Congratulations, you got your first diehard fan!"
　　 System teasing.
　　 "Then why don't you reward me?"
　　 Sun Moxin said, I want to write my own next book.
　　 System ‘huh’.
　　 "Well, to be a man, you need to be a little more generous, don't push around for a few ounces of silver."
　　 Zheng Qingfang was finalized.
　　 Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was really impatient, and he really wanted to give it to himself, Sun Mo toasted: "Thank Uncle Zheng for his kindness, then I would be disrespectful!"
　　 "Extraordinary etiquette, trouble!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved: "Be free and easy!"
　　What can Sun Mo say, diehard fans are so unreasonable and crazy!
　　 The topic of the two people always revolves around the Western Heaven to learn from the scriptures, Zheng Qingfang has the meaning of hollowing out the plot in Sun Mo's belly.
　　 Lu Zhiruo sat next to her obediently, not interrupting, not breathing loudly, and she could only be seen when she was drinking.
　　 "By the way, if it is going to be published, it must be accompanied by illustrations. Do you have any ideas?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang asked.
　　 This type of novel, he was the first to see, and the four masters and apprentices are too styled, Zheng Qingfang worried that the artist he got could not grasp the essence of the characters.
　　 Sun Mo lifted his spirits: "How many pictures do you want?"
　　 "Look at the content, but a portrait of each character is definitely needed."
　　 Zheng Qingfang has been in officialdom for so many years. He has long been a human being. As soon as he looked at Sun Mo's expression, he guessed his thoughts: "Sun Xiaoyou is a famous teacher. He must be versatile. He has also been involved in painting, right?"
"Okay!"
Sun Moxin said that in the morning, I could also draw a picture of a chicken eating rice. Other than myself, I still can’t understand it. But now, after learning painting, I can be used as a branch of Chinese painting of "character" painting. A word of master.
　　 "Why are you humble? My Peerless Master System does not shame you?"
　　 The system is upset: "Tell him loudly that you are a master of Chinese painting!"
　　 "Oh? A few days can be completed?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang can’t wait. The illustrations drawn by the original author are definitely the essence of the novel that best reflects the essence.
　　 "Now?"
　　 Sun Mo is going to prepare for the next lesson and get the first public lesson well, so there is no time to run to Xuan Bookstore.
"what?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang almost showed a suspicious look, asking if you can do it, drawing illustrations, don’t you need to brew?
　　 "You should have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, right?"
　　 Sun Mo has read too many works and derivative works about Journey to the West. Those characters have long been in his mind without conceiving.
　　 "You really don't need to brew it?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang ordered his old servant who had been with him for more than ten years to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Forget it, let Sun Mo paint. The original author's face is still to be given.
　　 If it doesn’t work, it’s not too late to find a master painter with great skill.
　　 The long table was set up, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready. The old servant didn't step back either. Instead, he stepped back two steps and stood on his side, ready to wait for one or two at any time.
　　 Don’t look at the two steps of retreat. They are just right. They will not be too close and disturb the guests, nor will they appear too far, making the guests feel slowed.
　　 If it's not from a big family, I can't practice it.
　　 This is the so-called family heritage, and one detail is fully revealed.
　　 Lu Zhiruo rubbed ink and became a little maid.
　　 Sun Mo picked up the brush, originally thinking that he would be unfamiliar, but after a few breaths, a familiar feeling came to him, as if he had been writing for more than ten years, and he felt free.
　　 dipped in ink, and Sun Mo wrote down.
　　 The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie, who was right to practice writing.
　　 The master-level "figure painting" painting technique allows Sun Mo to really think about what he can draw without a trace of error.
　　 The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice writing, and the effect was far better than he thought.
　　 Zheng Qingfang watched the appearance of a monster with a pig-headed man carrying a nine-tooth rake, and the plots about Zhu Bajie in his mind suddenly emerged.
　　 is vivid, vivid, and more artistic.
　　 "Not bad!"
　　 After Zheng Qingfang praised him, he couldn't help but look at Sun Mo.
　　 This young man, who looks like a twenty-year-old, did not expect to have such a high level of attainments in Chinese painting.
　　 Doesn't he want to be a famous painter?
　　 Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang feels a bit pity. After all, the social status of a famous painter is like that, and it is far less respectable than the famous master who teaches the cultivation way.
　　 Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze. He is now completely immersed in the pleasure of painting. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to draw a Hatano teacher who came out without clothes.
　　 No way, I don’t know Sun Mo who is wearing clothes either!
　　 one! Two! Three!
　　 Sha Wujing! Bodhi Patriarch! Little white dragon!
　　 Sun Mo’s paintings are so enjoyable. It’s like a game you just bought or a small movie you’ve downloaded. How can you go to dinner without having a good time?
　　 Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also enjoyed watching them, and they shook their minds out of the plot. Even the old servant who was standing by could not help but stand on tiptoes and look at the paper on the table.
　　 These characters are painted with charm, as if they are about to jump out of paper!
　　 At the time of the willow shoots on the moon, the ninth portrait of a person is the dazzling Monkey King. The scene of stepping through the alchemy furnace is on paper.
　　 "Awesome!"
　　 Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't help but clapped his hands in praise.
　　 This Sun Dasheng painted so fascinatingly, that aura of fierceness, domineering, and rebelliousness came to his face.
"Yes!"
　　 Lu Zhiruo nodded hurriedly.
　　 "Draw the last one and rest!"
　　 Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, a little tired.
　　 "Draw another master Sanzang, right?"
　　 Lu Zhiruo pleaded softly.
"it is good!"
　　 Sun Mo writes down. This time, he chose San Zang in the west, no longer wearing gorgeous robes, and he was still in the dust.
　　 led the white horse, holding the nine-ring tin rod, and trudged hard against the sand.
　　 drew and painted, and Sun Mo remembered his way of studying back then, and remembered how after graduating, how to gain a firm foothold in the second middle school of the city, step by step, and finally became a high school gold teacher, deeply appreciated by the old principal.
　　Now, when I come to Tang State, Zhongzhou, it’s impossible to say that I don’t want home, but think about Li Ziqi, think about Lu Zhiruo, think about a few newly recruited students, and Sun Mo suddenly became proud again.
　　 They trust themselves, and they must teach them well in order to live up to them.
　　 Eat soft rice?
　　 Graduated from garbage school?
　　 No talent, just a trash fish that an ordinary person should live a life of ordinary life?
　　 wait and see!
　　I will soon become the first teacher in the school, the first teacher in Jinling, the first teacher in Jiangnan...
　　 I am not worthy of An Xinhui?
　　 I will let you change your mouth one day, saying that An Xinhui has climbed me up!
　　 Sun Mo brushed with dragons and snakes, and splashed ink.
　　 The trip to the west of Sanzang is gradually taking shape.
　　 During these days, Sun Mo was called by those people who ate soft rice and slandered him behind his back. He seemed open-minded and didn’t care, but deep in his heart, after all, he was unhappy.
　　 Sun Mo is waiting for an opportunity, a chance to prove himself.
　　 "Since I have come to Middle-earth, since I am still a teacher, I will do the best to prove that I am stronger than you Kyushu natives~EbookFREE.me~! Excellent! Even more powerful!"
　　 Sun Mo ran away from Middle-earth, but his heart is still a teenager!
　　 The blood is not cold, the ambition is not quenched!
　　 When encountering slander and contempt, just them, them hard, until they find teeth all over the floor and shut their mouths completely.
　　 The surrounding spirits gathered together, gathered at the tip of the pen, and attached to the scroll with Sun Mo's strokes.
　　 "This... is this... the realm of wonderful pens and flowers?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang exclaimed.
　　 The so-called wonderful pen and flowers are a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.
　　 is the painting drawn by the painter, as if it really exists. When you look at it, your mind will be swayed and intoxicated.
　　Miaobishenghua has three realms.
　　 The third level, the whole painting is lifelike, because of the attachment of the spiritual energy, it is no longer black and white ink paper color, but becomes colorful, revealing a strong atmosphere.
　　 As long as people see it at a glance, they can't help stopping and staying, and then reluctant to open their eyes.
　　 Second class, the painter is infected by the artistic conception displayed by the painting, and loses control of his emotions without knowing it. Obsessed, hesitated, loves, painful, fascinated by the painting, wants to take it for himself and cherish it.
　　 First class, is also the highest level of a famous painter.
　　 The painter was immersed in the painting, as if he had become the person in the painting, experienced everything about him, and realized his life.
　　 At this time, they have ignored the passage of time, stopped to watch, often days and nights, indulged and unable to extricate themselves.
Zheng Qingfang has heard that there are so few paintings handed down from generation to generation that ordinary people can't look at them at all, because once they see it, they can no longer look away. Thinking of being company with this painting.