Chapter 195: The wonderful pen and flowers reappear, and the second famous painting is born!

"master"
The maid wanted to say that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, but Zheng Qingfang glared at her, and she was so scared that she shut up quickly and her breathing slowed down.
Zheng Qingfang's heart is itchy, but he dare not urge Sun Mo, so he can only wait patiently.
Sun Mo stood in front of the case, took a wolf's hair, and after suspending the pen and lifting the ink, he began to paint on rice paper.
Brewing emotions? Compose the picture in your head? None of them exist.
At this time, Sun Mo wanted to paint Lu Zhiruo accurately, clearly, and let people see it at a glance, which would have a profound impact and never forget it.
"My papaya mother, don't have anything to do with you!"
Sun Mo was anxious and started writing a lot faster.
Point by point, one by one, with Sun Mo's smart brushstrokes, a picture of a girl in the spring rain gradually appeared on the paper.
In early spring, apricot blossoms rained.
A young girl was wearing a light spring shirt, holding a large banana leaf in both hands, putting it on her head, and then squatting by the stream outside the town, watching the ants moving in the light rain!
Quack!
A frog leaped up and jumped onto the banana leaf. The papaya lady's beautiful big eyes moved up, and she wanted to poke her hands to catch it.
Following the outline of the pen, Sun Mo's heart became more and more worried. Why should Lu Zhiruo be so innocent and kind?
What dissatisfaction and hatred are coming towards me!
The papaya lady is cute, like a blank piece of paper, she doesn’t know anything about the evil of this world. If this time, she
Sun Mo didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Because of the guilt and worry about Lu Zhiruo, Sun Mo especially wanted to paint her clearly, so after putting all his heart into it, the mood was triggered.
boom! boom! boom!
In the room, aura surging, gathered over, contaminated the pen.
Following Sun Mo's paintings, it was applied to rice paper and dyed her with brilliant colors.
The green plantains, the crystal rain, and the pitch-black ants are all lifelike, and the wet soil seems to exude a smell of soil, which people can smell through the scroll.
"this is"
The maid's eyes widened suddenly, and she called out subconsciously.
Snapped!
The housekeeper was quick with eyes and hands, and covered the maid's mouth. If she shouted out, it disturbed Sun Mo's painting and the birth of a famous painting. Even if he was beaten to death by the master, he would not be able to apologize.
The maid had obviously thought about this problem too, she was so frightened and weak, she had to lean on the housekeeper.
Although I haven't seen it, the painting scroll is colored and magnificent. This should be the legendary state of "Wonderful Brush and Flower".
Once in this artistic conception, it means that a famous painting is about to be born. If I disturbed Sun Mo just now, the painting failed.
The maid didn't dare to think about it anymore. With the master's love of life, she was afraid that she would not get a happy death if she wanted to.
Fortunately, the butler covered his mouth.
A feeling of restlessness bred in the maid's chest, because after the sudden tension, she suddenly relieved her heart. This kind of big ups and downs made her incontinent, and her legs were hot.
"Ok?"
The housekeeper frowned and felt a dampness, but he didn't think about the reason, because this picture of a girl in a spring rain by Sun Mo was really great.
The girl was cute, cute and innocent, and she rushed to her face, but is this breast too big?
If you remember correctly, that girl is only thirteen years old, right?
Wait, the last time I saw that girl, she seemed to be so big, like two big papaya.
Pretty!
Pretty!
Pretty!
Zheng Qingfang didn't dare to speak, worried that he would disturb Sun Mo, but he couldn't help but roared, it turned out to be a brilliant pen? It turned out to be another famous painting?
I, Zheng Qingfang, unexpectedly saw the birth of two famous paintings in three months. God treats me very well!
No, I should thank Sun Mo!
Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo, his eyes were full of appreciation, and being able to know him is really the greatest joy in the past few years.
Immediately, Zheng Qingfang set his eyes on the famous painting again, subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but quickly closed his hand.
No way, this girl is so innocent. Any touch is a kind of blasphemy to her. She is a spirit of nature, without a trace of worldly smoke.
Ding!
From Zheng Qingfang's favorability is 100, friendly (440/1000).
The maid urinated her skirt, dying in embarrassment. She was afraid of being found out. She was thinking about finding an excuse to slip away and change her skirt. But when her eyes fell on the rice paper, she couldn't look away.
This girl is really smart and delicate, and makes people happy at first sight, wanting to learn about her.
Why doesn't this girl wear a greased paper umbrella, but a banana leaf? Why did she run out of town in the spring rain?
Are you waiting for someone? So who is waiting?
In an instant, the maid made up a lot of things.
This is the famous painting, which shows the blank artistic conception of traditional Chinese painting to the extreme. Although it is only a simple painting, it actually contains a story!
Ding!
The favorability from the maid is 100, friendly (100/1000).
In the room, because the aura was too strong, there were spots of light flashing, like fireflies, floating around, some of which fell on the rice paper, making the coloring more gorgeous and more vivid.
A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo closed his pen and looked down, suddenly dissatisfied.
What kind of I am painting, isn't it about drawing portraits for people? What do I do when I draw a plantain leaf?
There is also a ‘gua’, is it for papaya mother?
Sun Mo, who was full of disgust, reached out and grabbed the rice paper and drew another one.
"what are you doing?"
Zheng Qingfang roared as if he saw his beloved granddaughter about to be ravaged by the bad guys, rushed over and grabbed Sun Mo's wrist.
"This painting is not good!"
Sun Mo frowned.
"Well painted?"
The butler was dumbfounded, and instinctively looked at the rice paper.
The creation of flowers in a wonderful brush is a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.
The famous paintings that produced the realm of wonderful brushes and flowers, because of the attachment of aura, not only lifelike, but also because of the attachment of aura, it is no longer black and white ink and paper color, but becomes colorful, as if reality is imprinted on rice paper .
When the viewer sees it, his mind will be swayed and intoxicated, and he will have an extremely happy mood, and even stop and stay involuntarily, ignoring the smell of meat in March.
This is a famous painting, not the glamorous on the market that are hyped up. It can sell for at least a million taels, and it is destined to be handed down to become a contemporary treasure and be admired by future generations.
But what did Sun Mo say? Bad drawing? Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even paint a famous painting?
If this is not good, the butler can't find a better one.
Ding!
The goodwill from the housekeeper is 100, friendly (220/1000).
"It's not very good. Your portraits are very good, but the scenery is a little worse."
Zheng Qingfang has some regrets.
Is it not bad?
What Sun Mo learned from the system is the master-level branch of Chinese painting and figure painting. He doesn't know landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects at all.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo smiled bitterly. I'm here to beg you to do something. What do you mean by talking about painting with me?
"Sorry, I was wrong!"
Zheng Qingfang looked apologetic, looked at the figure painting, gritted his teeth, and ignored the mounting, and handed it to the housekeeper: "Go, find my old friends and let them use all their energy. Be sure to find this girl within a day. Afterwards, Zheng Qingfang will thank you very much."
"Yes, sir!"
The butler solemnly took the picture of the girl in the spring rain with both hands and left immediately.
"Hey, take care of it and don't deface it."
Zheng Qingfang still couldn't hold back, he reminded him, and then laughed at himself, took the famous painting and went to find someone, Sun Mo, you are really scary of luxury!
If you let those old guys find out, you will definitely call me violent.
However, human life is a matter of life, and if you are not willing, you must be willing, not to mention the famous painter is by your side. If you want a famous painting, let him paint again?
Zheng Qingfang could only comfort himself so much, but his heart really hurts.
"Thank you Uncle Zheng."
Sun Mo is really grateful, like Zheng Qingfang's use of this kind of connections, all he pays is favor, no amount of money is enough.
"When you say this, you are out of sight, but I treat you like making friends."
Zheng Qingfang's tone was unhappy.
Upon hearing this, the maid couldn't help taking a breath, staring at Sun Mo in shock, who is this young man? Actually make the master so value and love?
You know, even if the master's most beloved nephew came to ask for an official, he didn't care, but now for this young man, he started to ask for help without saying anything.
Those old friends of the lord, but stomping their feet can make Jinling tremble three times.
"Furthermore, let me do you a favor, and in the end you can get a famous painting. No matter how you look at it, it's a profit!"
Zheng Qingfang wanted to relieve Sun Mo's anxiety, but it was useless.
"Then there is Uncle Lao Zheng, I am in school now, see if Zhiruo has gone?"
Sun Mo said goodbye.
"Be careful on the road!"
Zheng Qingfang wanted to send Sun Mo to the gate. This almost didn't scare the maid to death. He just knelt on the ground. Did you know that you are a patient?
Of course, Sun Mo wouldn't let Zheng Qingfang send him off and rushed away.
Sitting in the room, Zheng Qingfang looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by Sun Mo, showing an expression of envy. Is this a so-called genius?
He loves painting, and he has achieved something in the law, but he can't do it in painting skills. After all, this kind of thing requires talent.
Zheng Qingfang could see that Sun Mo did not take painting seriously at all, and it was no accident. This should be his second time since he drew the trip to the west of Sanzang in Yuelaixuan shop ~EbookFREE.me~. Unexpectedly, another famous painting was born.
"It's a pity!"
Zheng Qingfang sighed that Sun Mo was determined to be a famous teacher, so he would not work hard with painters, so this world is destined to be one less painter.
regret!
Sorry!
Sun Mo returned to school in the fastest time and ran to the girls' dormitory. Li Ziqi was worried that something happened to Sun Mo, and knew that Sun Mo would definitely see Lu Zhiruo's presence, so he waited here for him.
"Still not here?"
Although I had guessed the result, I heard it personally that Sun Mo was still dizzy and dark. It was the worst situation!
"No, you have to find a way quickly. I am a master sister and I want to protect the junior sister."
Li Ziqi racked his brains to think.