Chapter 1325: The Beauty of Dihua, Sun Heigou!

In Kyushu, the status of a famous painter is very embarrassing, and the highest achievement is to become a court painter and get the achievement of a painter.

If there were no powerful aristocrats chasing the paintings of famous painters, they would be worthless. After all, famous paintings are too far away from ordinary people.

But famous teachers are different, even a teacher in a random village can be respected by the whole village.

Look at the past and present, no one who has left a name in history is illiterate.

The status of a famous painter is average, but if you add the title of a famous teacher, it will be a big deal. Just like now, Sun Mo not only painted a famous painting, but also has a constant aura of a famous teacher on it.

This is great!

When the famous teachers appreciate this picture scroll, they will all feel the state of mind of "the spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will start to dry", and they will want to dedicate their lives to the students.

"good!"

Xu Chunbo applauded. This painting is about a famous teacher who is willing to endure poverty and loneliness, and comes to a small mountain village isolated from the world to preach and teach, and sow the seeds of knowledge.

This is in line with the philosophy of famous teachers!

"This wave can last for a long time!"

"I really want to collect a famous painting by a famous teacher!"

"Don't even think about it, saints will snatch this thing!"

The famous teachers looked at the famous painting and wished to take it as their own.

"Sun Yasheng, what is the name of this famous painting?"

Wei Ziyou asked.

""Picture of Famous Teachers in the Village", what do you think?"

Sun Mo's current state of mind is somewhat like a saint.

"good!"

Xu Chunbo nodded, and then asked: "Sun Yasheng, I have an unfeeling request. I hope to keep this famous painting of a famous teacher in the Saint's Hall for everyone to look up to, and to warn future generations to advance!"

When everyone heard this, they almost salivated with envy.

The items that can be placed in this hall, apart from precious and rare holy objects, are cultural relics that are famous in the world of famous teachers and have brilliant deeds.

The presence of Sun Mo's famous paintings here is enough to show that he stands shoulder to shoulder with those saints.

But even Zhou Yasheng didn't dare to question it, because Sun Mo's famous paintings are really outstanding.

"It's my pleasure!"

Sun Mo didn't care about the whereabouts of famous paintings, but if they were placed here, he could still give himself a reputation!

It is said that the system has not 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: "You two, you..."

Xu Shengren didn't say what he said later, but the meaning is self-evident. Do you want to compare?

Sun Mo's performance in several games has been excellent and cannot be improved. No matter how tough you are, you will be humiliating yourself.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yasheng's face darkened, he went straight to the statue, and sat down cross-legged, he did not admit defeat!

"And you?"

Xu Chunbo looked at Fang Hong.

"Hey!"

Fang Hong shook her head and sighed: "It's no match, I can't win!"

"Thank you, Fang Ya, for letting me go!"

Sun Mo is also a person who knows what to do, so he quickly thanked him and swiped his favorability.

"Come on, I didn't let you, it's your real talents that discouraged me!"

Fang Hong waved her hand, and took a peek at An Xinhui: "Sun Mo, you have to think about what I told you. My great-granddaughter is as beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, and she is definitely a good match!"

What?

Hearing that Fang Hong wanted to recruit Sun Mo as his great-grandson-in-law in public, everyone was stunned. Don't your Fang family lose face?

Is it true that your great-granddaughter cannot marry?

But thinking about Sun Mo's resume, everyone is suddenly not surprised. To put it bluntly, Fang Hong seems to be admiring Sun Mo.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll talk about this later, but I have a kind request!"

Fang Hong sighed: "I'm so old, and I don't know how many years to live, so I want to ask you for a calligraphy."

"Is it a portrait?"

Sun Mo asked, and when he saw Fang Hong nodding, he walked to the desk and started drawing.

Painting a portrait can sell a person's favor. Of course, this kind of business must be done. Anyway, Sun Mo is a master of painting, so he can come up with a picture while talking and laughing.

But after drawing the outline, he suddenly crumpled the rice paper into a ball.

no!

Can't be so hasty!

If Zhou Yasheng still doesn't give up, then I will take this opportunity to completely defeat him! Let everyone know that I, Sun Mo, am number one in the world, and the well-deserved master of the Holy Sect.

The duty of a famous teacher is to teach and educate people, and give advice, so I will let Fang Hong realize the halo of a famous teacher, right?

Sun Mo began to recall the conversation he had with Fang Hong when he was climbing the ladder.

Although she didn't say it clearly, between the lines, she was full of pride in her career, but depressed about her personal life.

Fang Hong once wanted to be a good wife who would support her husband and teach her children, but the unhappiness in her married life made her devote her energy to her work.

Everyone slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo's ideas.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo started writing again.

Soon, a row upon row of small towns filled with the smoke and fire of the city popped up on the paper. Watching the smoke rise into the sky, and the lifelike salesmen dragging the chicken bus through the streets, the sound of selling seemed to fly away from the paper and into the crowd. ears.

A group of women were washing clothes by the stream, the parents were chatting non-stop, and the rich man was chasing and beating his unfilial son with a rattan cane.

There was also a drunk man who was bitten by a wild dog, swearing and limping.

...

People don't know why.

The paintings must be excellent. Sun Mo painted those pea-sized characters extremely delicately, with well-defined faces, and even the wrinkles on the clothes and the soil on the shoes brought a great sense of reality.

This is a market scroll similar to the Qingming River Scene. Although it is great, it does not match the self-portrait Fang Yasheng requested, right?

And after Sun Mo finished painting, it was still black and white, without coloring, which meant that it was just an ordinary scroll and did not become a famous painting.

"What should I do? Do you want to blow it?"

Qin Yaoguang stretched out his hand, poked Li Ziqi's arm, and asked in a low voice.

"Why don't you blow it?"

Li Ziqi rolled his eyes, how could famous paintings be made so easily? What's more, the teacher has already completed one picture today.

"That's right, this thing is not Chinese cabbage, many famous painters only have one work in their lifetime!"

When Gu Xiuxun was thinking about vocabulary, how to brag so as not to be refuted, someone had already taken a step ahead of her.

"This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in back then. Although it is backward, it is full of warm memories."

"Look at those people, every move is as if they are alive!"

"Not only that, the stream is flowing, I seem to hear the sound of yarn!"

The more people talked, the more energetic they became, but suddenly, they were interrupted by a rough voice.

"Come on, don't you feel disgusted by such bragging? With Sun Yasheng's resume, no one will question his skills if he doesn't draw famous paintings, but it's disgusting for you to brag so blindly."

Zhou Yasheng's group of relatives and friends fired.

"Yes, extremely disgusting!"

A high-star master teacher had just finished speaking and was about to continue his efforts. Fang Hong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst out with huge spiritual energy fluctuations.

boom! boom! boom!

The violent spiritual pressure swept across the surroundings, making everyone almost unable to stand.

"This……"

The several saints present were dumbfounded.

They have experienced Chong Sheng, so they still remember this process, Fang Hong's state at this time is to attack the saint!

"Get out!, all out!"

After a few words of urging, Wei Ziyou simply blasted out the holy words and forcibly expelled them. He was worried that these people staying here would disturb Fang Hong.

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. They originally wanted to observe the picture scroll, but Wei Ziyou had already put it away, otherwise it would be torn apart by the violent spirit energy.

"Everyone get out!"

Xu Chunbo scolded, and then looked at Zhou Yasheng again: "Sorry, your icon asks the heart, it will be postponed for a while!"

In an instant, everyone left the hall and left it to Fang Hong.

The wait is long.

It took a full half an hour for the aura fluctuations to calm down, and then all kinds of auspicious beasts transformed by aura flew into the sky, circling and lingering.

"Is this... done?"

Ji Xiangdong is envious.

crunch!

The door of the main hall opened, and Fang Hong walked out.

Her body exudes an awe-inspiring and inviolable holy beauty. When looking at her, the majesty of a saint radiates from all directions, making people dare not look directly at her.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fang for becoming a saint, and a further step forward in life!"

Everyone saluted respectfully.

At this time, Zhou Yasheng's heart was full of bitterness, and this bow made people praise him in every way.

Fang Hong ignored them, but walked straight in front of Sun Mo, and bowed deeply: "Thank you Teacher Sun for giving me the painting, which allowed me to untangle my heart and be promoted to the sub-sage!"

"Fang Shengren is so polite!"

Sun Mo didn't expect that there would be such a thing.

"Ha, everyone, am I right? This is not a famous painting, but it is comparable to a famous painting!"

"That's right, can a famous painting make a sub-sage a saint?"

"So, your vision is bad!"

The embarrassing people who were run off 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 and ask him to paint a famous painting to help a sub-sage advance to the next level!

The members of Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends group were blushing and wished to leave immediately.

Zhou Yasheng re-entered the hall without saying a word with a determined face. If I can't win this match, then I will die!

"Fang Shengren, what's going on?"

Xu Chunbo was curious.

"That painting may be ordinary to you, but to me, it is the most beautiful memory in my life!"

Fang Hong explained: "Look carefully, the pair of boys and girls flying kites on the grass in the outskirts of the city, the pair of boys and girls fishing for fish and shrimp by the stream, the pair of boys and girls crawling side by side on the bed in the study, reading with their feet up. Virgins, aren't they all the same?"

Everyone admired the painting again.

Only then did I realize that, not only that, there are footprints of this pair of children in many places. They were playing so happily that the viewers couldn't help laughing.

"I told Mr. Sun about my past on the ladder before!"

Fang Hong sighed.

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