Chapter 1325: Sun Hei Dog, the show of the flower!

　　 In Kyushu, the status of a famous painter is very embarrassing, and the highest achievement is to become a court painter and take the achievement of being a painter.
　　 If there are no powerful nobles who pursue the paintings of famous painters, they will be worthless. After all, famous paintings are too far away from ordinary people.
　　 But the famous teachers are different. Even the teachers in any village can be respected by the whole village.
　　Look at the past and present, no one is illiterate.
　　The status of a famous painter is average, but if you add the title of a famous teacher, it will be terrible. Just like now, Sun Mo not only drew a famous painting, but also a constant halo of the famous teacher.
　　 This is amazing!
　　 When the famous teachers appreciate this picture scroll, they will realize the state of mind that "the silkworms will end up when the silkworms die, and the torch will turn into ashes and tears will begin to dry", and they want to dedicate their lives to the students.
　　 "Not bad!"
　　 Xu Chunbo applauded. This painting is about a famous teacher willing to endure poverty and loneliness and come to a small mountain village isolated from the world, preaching and teaching, sowing the seeds of learning.
　　 This is in line with the aesthetics of famous teachers!
　　 "This wave has been blowing for a long time!"
　　 "I really want to collect a famous master painting!"
　　 "Don't think about it, the saints will grab this stuff!"
　　 The famous teachers looked at the famous painting, wishing to take it as their own.
　　 "Sun Yasheng, what is the name of this famous painting?"
　　 Wei Ziyou asked.
　　" "The Picture of Famous Rural Teachers", how do you think of it?"
　　 Sun Mo's current state of mind is a bit like a saint.
　　 "Good!"
　　 Xu Chunbo nodded, and then asked: "Sun Yasheng, I have an unrelenting request. I hope to keep this famous master painting in the hall of the saints for everyone to pay their respects, and to warn the end of the school!"
　　 When everyone heard this, their envious saliva was left.
　　The objects that can be placed in this hall, except for the rare and rare holy objects, are cultural relics that are famous in the world of master teachers and have glorious deeds.
　　 Sun Mo’s famous paintings are placed here, which shows that he is shoulder to shoulder with those saints.
　　 But even Zhou Yasheng did not dare to doubt it, because Sun Mo's famous paintings are really outstanding.
"It's my honor!"
　　Sun Mo doesn't care where the famous paintings go, put it here, and he can brush his reputation!
　　It is said that the system hasn't shown up for a long time, and many rewards have not been issued!
　　 Xu Chunbo nodded, and immediately looked at Fang Hong and Zhou Yasheng: "Two, you guys..."
　　 Xu Shengren didn’t say anything afterwards, but the meaning is self-evident. Can you compare it?
　　 Sun Mo's performances in several games are all outstanding. No matter how hard you are, you will be humiliated.
"Humph!"
　　 Zhou Yasheng’s face sank, he walked straight to the icon and sat down cross-legged, he did not admit defeat!
　　 "How about you?"
　　 Xu Chunbo looked at Fang Hong.
"Hey!"
　　 Fang Hong shook his head and sighed: "No comparison, I can't win!"
　　 "Thank you Fangya Sacrament!"
　　Sun Mo is also a person who will come, quickly thank you and check your favorability.
　　 "Come on, I didn't let you, it was your true talent that kept me away!"
　　 Fang Hong waved his hand and took a peek at An Xinhui: "Sun Mo, you have to consider what I said to you. My great-granddaughter is beautiful, gentle and virtuous, she is definitely a good match!"
What?
　　 Hearing that Fang Hong wanted to recruit Sun Mo as his great-grandson-in-law, everyone was stunned. Is your Fang family shameless?
　　 Isn't your great-granddaughter unable to get married?
　　 But thinking about Sun Mo's resume, everyone is suddenly not surprised. To put it ugly, Fang Hong seems to be Gao Pan Sun Mo.
　　 "Haha!"
　　 Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.
　　 "Okay, I'll talk about this later, but I have a ruthless please!"
　　 Fang Hong sighed: "I'm so old, and I don't know there are still a few years to live, so I want to ask you for a calligraphy."
　　 "Is it a portrait?"
　　 Sun Mo asked, seeing Fang Hong nodding, he walked to the desk and started drawing.
　　 Painting a portrait can sell personal affection. Of course, this kind of business has to be done. Anyway, Sun Mo is a master of painting, and he can come up with a picture between talking and laughing.
　　 But after drawing the outline, he suddenly crumpled the rice paper into a ball.
　　 can't do it!
　　 can't be so hasty!
　　 Zhou Yasheng still doesn't give up, then I will take this opportunity to completely defeat him! Let everyone know that my Sun Mo is the number one in the world and the well-deserved Sect Master.
　　The duty of a famous teacher is to teach and educate people, and to give guidance. Then I will let Fang Hong realize the aura of a famous teacher?
　　 Sun Mo began to recall the conversation with Fang Hong when he climbed the ladder before.
　　 Although she didn't say it explicitly, she was proud of her professional career between the lines, but she was depressed about her personal life.
　　 Fang Hong, who was once, also wanted to be a good wife to a husband and child, but the unhappy marriage life made her devote her energy to work.
　　 Everyone slowed their breathing, fearing to interrupt Sun Mo's idea.
　　 A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo started writing again.
Soon, a row of small towns filled with city fireworks suddenly appeared on the paper, watching the smoke rise into the sky, watching the lifelike shopkeepers dragging the chicken bus along the streets, the cries seemed to fly away from the paper and drift into the crowd. Ears.
　　 A group of women were doing laundry by the stream. The parents kept talking short. The rich man took the cane and chased his unfilial son.
　　 There is also a drunk who was bitten by a wild dog, cursed and limped.
　　……
　　 Everyone is unknown.
　　The paintings are definitely excellent. Those figures the size of soybeans, Sun Mo have painted extremely delicately, with well-defined facial contours, and even the folds on the clothes and the mud on the shoes bring a huge sense of reality.
　　 This is a picture scroll of a city that resembles a picture of Shanghe River during the Qingming Festival. Although it is great, it doesn’t match the self-portrait requested by Fang Yasheng, right?
　　 And after Sun Mo finished painting, it was still black and white without coloring, which means it was just an ordinary picture scroll and it did not become a famous painting.
　　 "What should I do? Blow or not?"
　　 Qin Yaoguang stretched out his hand, poked Li Ziqi's arm, and asked in a low voice.
　　 "Why don't you blow?"
　　 Li Ziqi rolled his eyes, how easy is it to make famous paintings? What's more, the teacher has finished one picture today.
　　 "Yes, this thing is not Chinese cabbage. Many famous painters will have one work in their lifetime!"
　　 When Gu Xiuxun was considering his vocabulary and how to avoid being refuted by others, someone had already taken a step ahead of her.
　　 "This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in. Although it is backward, it is full of warm memories."
　　 "Look at those people, every move, it seems like they are alive!"
　　 "More than that, the stream is flowing, and I seem to hear the sound of veil!"
　　 The more everyone said, the more energy they got, but suddenly, they were interrupted by a rough voice.
　　 "Come on, don't you feel disgusting when you blow it like that? With Sun Yasheng's resume, no one would question his skill if he didn't paint well, but it would be too disgusting for you to praise it blindly."
　　 Zhou Yasheng’s relatives and friends fired.
　　 "Not bad, extremely disgusting!"
　　 A high-star master teacher just finished speaking and was about to make persistent efforts. Fang Hong, who had been silent, suddenly burst into a huge spiritual energy fluctuation.
　　 Boom! boom! boom!
　　 Fierce Rei Pressure swept around, making everyone almost untenable.
"This……"
　　 The several saints present were stunned.
　　 They have experienced the saint, so they still remember the process. Fang Hong's state at this time is just assaulting the saint!
　　 "Get out!, all out!"
　　 After Wei Ziyou urged for a few words, he simply blasted out the holy words and forced the expulsion. He worried that these people would interfere with Fang Hong if they stayed here.
　　 Zhou Yasheng's eyes were dull, and then he looked at Sun Mo's picture scroll, no need to ask, it must be the effect of this thing.
　　 Everyone also thought of this reason. Originally wanted to observe the picture scroll, but it has been collected by Wei Ziyou, otherwise it will be torn apart by the raging spirit.
　　 "Go out!"
　　 Xu Chunbo scolded, and immediately looked at Zhou Yasheng again: "Sorry, your icon is asking the heart, it will be delayed for a while!"
　　 In an instant, everyone left the hall and left it to Fang Hong.
　　The wait is long.
　　 After a full half an hour, the aura fluctuations calmed down, and then the beasts transformed by various auras flew to the sky, hovering.
　　 "Is this... it is?"
　　 Ji Xiangdong envy.
　　 crunch!
　　 The door of the main hall opened, and Fang Hong walked out.
　　 There is an awe-inspiring and inviolable holiness on her body, and the power of the saint is so powerful that people dare not look directly.
　　 "Congratulations to Teacher Fang for his sanctification and one step further in life!"
　　 Everyone salutes respectfully.
　　 At this time, Zhou Yasheng's heart is full of bitterness, and this bowing makes people feel admired.
　　 Fang Hong ignored them, but walked straight to Sun Mo and bends down deeply: "Thank you, Teacher Sun, for giving me the painting, so that I can untie my happy knot and be promoted to Yasheng!"
　　 "Sage Fang is so polite!"
　　 Sun Mo didn't expect that there would be such an appearance.
　　 "Ha, how many people, am I right? This is not a famous painting, but it is comparable to a famous painting!"
　　 "Yes, can famous paintings promote a saint to saint?"
　　 "So, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, your eyesight is not good!"
　　 The embarrassing crowd who had been run by Zhou Yasheng’s relatives and friends just now finally found a reason to fight back, what? Are you not convinced?
　　 Then you call a famous painter, let him draw a famous painting, and help a sub-sage to advance!
　　The members of Zhou Yasheng’s relatives and friends group, his face flushed, and he wanted to leave immediately.
　　 Zhou Yasheng re-entered the hall with a face of determination, without saying a word, this time, if I can't win, then I will die!
　　 "Sage Fang, what's the matter?"
　　 Xu Chunbo is curious.
　　 "The painting may be ordinary to you, but for me, it is the most beautiful memory in my life!"
Fang Hong explained: "Look carefully, the pair of virgin boys and virgins flying kites on the grass in the suburbs, the pair of virgin boys and virgins fishing for fish and shrimps by the stream, and the pair of virgins crawling side by side on the bed in the study, with their feet up and reading. Virgin, are they all the same?"
　　 Everyone once again appreciated the painting.
　　 Then I discovered that there are more than that, but in many places, there are the footprints of the pair of children. They are so happy that they can't help but laugh.
　　 "I was on the ladder before and told Teacher Sun about my past!"
　　 Fang Hong sighed.
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