Chapter 501: Wealth and Noble Living

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When Sun Mo followed Lu Zhiruo to the cabin, he had already heard her talk about the whole process and saw the little maid.

"Teacher Sun is safe!"

The little maid greeted her, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, like a pair of big walnuts.

"Teacher, that painting is here!"

Lu Zhiruo pulled Sun Mo to the table.

Sun Mo actually wanted to say that if it were an ordinary painting, I could still copy it, but a famous painting, I really didn't paint it just because I wanted to paint it. Within three words, Sun Mo really couldn't say it.

"This is a landscape painting signed by Wu Yezi!"

Li Ziqi introduced: "Wu Yezi is a native of Linchuan and has learned painting since childhood. It is said that when he was 19 years old, he stayed awake in the snow and splashed ink for seven days. He drew the map of Fengjiang Winter Snow and became famous with one painting!"

"Still a celebrity?"

Sun Mo's brows were slightly wrinkled. That's a piece of shit. Many people must know about the paintings of such famous people. If they copy them, any small mistakes will be discovered.

"Wu Yezi's famous painting is very valuable, so I guess this painting is just painted, and not many people know about it, so the Jinling Prefect will take the opportunity of the deer's tail banquet to show off."

Introduced by Li Ziqi.

"Is there any other way to save her?"

Sun Mo admires famous paintings.

This is a picture of wealth and wealth and leisure, which belongs to the category of landscape painting.

In the distance is a distant mountain like Dai, a thousand-foot waterfall pours down, and then flows through a wheat field. In this quiet peach blossom garden, there is a shabby house.

The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass is green in the curtain!

No one is seen in the painting, but a pair of shoes can be seen, placed in front of the door.

"It does have a bit of a pretentious demeanor!"

Sun Mo pouted, he is also a famous painter now, so after a few glances, he understood the meaning of this painting.

This is a high official who is idle or working,

In a secluded paradise, he built a thatched hut and lived a pastoral life.

Why do you say it's an official?

Because the style of that pair of shoes is affordable for noble people.

To understand in modern terms, it is a rich man with a family property of billions, or a certain big man, who went to places like Zhongnan Mountain, built a thatched hut, lived alone, and pursued elegance and sentiment.

"Idle x hurts!"

Sun Mo pouted.

"Teacher, can you draw it?"

Papaya mother asked.

The little maid sobbed and looked at Sun Mo with her last hope.

"You can copy it, but you certainly won't be able to draw the effect of a famous painting."

Sun Mo knows his own level. He currently masters two branches of Chinese painting. One is figure painting, which is at the master level, and the other is landscape painting, which is only entry-level.

Of course, Sun Mo still has a time badge to improve his proficiency, but he doesn't hold any hope.

"Teacher, don't be humble, her life is in your hands!"

Lu Zhiruo waved a small fist, more confident than Sun Mo himself.

"Teacher, I'm ready for pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Li Ziqi didn't think Sun Mo could succeed, but she had made all the preparations that should be done.

"System, use three time badges to improve your landscape painting skills!"

Sun Mo instructed, to be honest, he felt a little distressed, but after seeing the miserable expression of the little maid, even if he wanted to use ten time badges, he would accept it.

Ding!

"Congratulations, your proficiency in Chinese painting, the branch of landscape painting, has been upgraded to a master level!"

System congratulations.

Sun Mo picked up the pen, brewed his feelings for a while, and then began to write. With his master-level painting skills, Sun Mo could easily describe what he was thinking and what he saw in his eyes.

"The teacher is amazing!"

Lu Zhiruo was excited, seeing the picture of wealth and wealth taking shape.

Even the little maid was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, staring at the rice paper.

"The teacher's painting skills are really amazing!"

Seeing that Sun Mo's copy was perfect, Li Ziqi also had expectations for him, but as the picture scroll was halfway completed, her heart gradually sank.

Sure enough, when it was two-thirds of the way through, Sun Mo was irritable, and he reached out and picked up the rice paper, crumpling it into a ball.

"what?"

Lu Zhiruo was puzzled: "Why did you knead it? I think the painting looks pretty good!"

"I haven't reached the realm of brilliant brushwork and flowers"

Li Ziqi explained.

If you can't enter this realm, the picture scroll will not be colored, so even if the painting is exactly the same, it is useless. In this era, the paint is only ink, so if you want to be full of colors, you can only have "fine brushes and flowers".

Next, Sun Mo drew two more paintings, but they were all halfway through.

Li Ziqi glanced at the sky, and his face became solemn. Although the teacher painted quickly, it was getting late, and the banquet was about to start, so there was not much time left for him.

"Teacher, why are you dissatisfied with these paintings?"

Papaya asked.

"The painting is very good, and the artistic conception is okay, but to say it is perfect, it is still far from perfect."

It wasn't that Sun Mo looked down on Wu Yezi's words, it was just that the radio wave was right.

This is like the Avengers fire, but there are some people who don't like to watch it. You can't say that these people can't appreciate the level of appreciation, right?

"Then draw according to the perfect feeling in the teacher's heart!"

Lu Zhi takes it for granted.

"What are you talking about?"

Ying Baiwu was speechless: "The teacher wants to copy this painting, how can I paint it according to my own ideas?"

The iron-headed girl actually complained a little bit about Papaya, trying to find this impossible trouble for the teacher.

"Why not?"

The papaya girl blinked.

Ying Baiwu turned her head and was so angry that she didn't want to talk to this idiot, Lu Zhiruo. Even if she didn't know how to paint, she knew that copying copybooks or famous paintings had to be done according to the original author's ideas, otherwise it would not be called copying.

"Zhi Ruo, the so-called copying..."

Li Ziqi began to teach Lu Zhiruo these common senses.

But Sun Mo's eyes lit up because of Papaya's words, yes, why do I have to stick to that Wu Yezi's artistic conception?

In fact, isn't his painting just expressing the noble sentiments of a big boss.

After thinking of this, Sun Mo began to splash ink.

Don't want Wu Yezi's artistic conception, follow his own ideas, but the overall layout of the picture remains unchanged. That is to say, Sun Mo still uses the same painting, but the core of the expression has been replaced by his own.

With such a change, Sun Mo instantly grasped that mood.

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude!

After work, Sun Mo sometimes had dinner parties and really didn't want to go, but he couldn't help himself. He was alive and could no longer do what he wanted.

The water is not high, there is a dragon and there is a spirit.

In fact, Sun Mo's pursuit is very simple. He can do a job he likes and earn a salary that is enough to support his family.

Why force yourself to go with the flow? To live like a dog?

hum!

The end of Sun Mo's wolf pen lit up with a layer of fluorescence, and wherever he passed on the rice paper, the ink marks left behind began to glow.

Some light spots floated over and converged on the scroll, making this 'rich and noble living picture' suddenly colorful.

The little maid, who was already desperate, saw this scene and bit her right hand, it hurt, but she still tried harder.

Because she thought it was a dream, and she hadn't woken up yet, and the bite was not painful enough!

"It's done! It's done!"

Lu Zhiruo grabbed Li Ziqi's arm and shook it vigorously, with sweat all over her excited face: "I knew that the teacher is omnipotent!"

Ding!

From Lu Zhiruo's favorability +500, reverence (24150/100000).

"Is this something that humans can do?"

Li Ziqi was dumbfounded.

Compared to the innocent little girl like Papaya, Li Ziqi knew how difficult it was for Sun Mo to do this.

To draw a famous painting alone, Xiaobao believes that the teacher can do it, but this is a copy.

It's like you took Wang Xizhi's copybook, and you wrote "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", which is more beautiful than the original author. Is this possible?

"..."

Ying Baiwu didn't know what to do.

Sun Mo held the pen with his right hand and pulled his sleeve with his left to avoid touching the scroll.

Sri Lanka is a shabby house, but I am Dexin!

After every overtime work, Sun Mo wanted to stay in his own nest quietly, drink ice and play games happily, without the lecturing and chatter of his parents, and without the help of his girlfriend.

Uh!

What are you thinking?

Wake up, where did you get a girlfriend from a single dog?

Sun Mo entered the state of ecstasy, and let out all the emotions and thoughts in his heart.

Why do you have to abide by the established rules?

Why can't I live freely and unfettered?

I really want a small nest, even if it is only a few square meters, in which I am the sky, I am the earth, and I dominate my life!

Swish!

In the last stroke, Sun Mo drew a young grass that was not caught in the wind, then closed the brush, and then took a few steps back, quietly admiring it.

The coloring is still going on, because it is a famous painting, and it is Sun Mo's wonderful brushwork, so in some places, it is still slightly different from the original.

"Wow, it's done!"

Lu Zhiruo jumped on Sun Mo's back happily: "Teacher is amazing!"

"This will be seen!"

Sun Mo shook his head.

"Teacher, you are being too diligent. The Prefect of Jinling will definitely not think that someone can copy a famous painting, so he will only think that he has misremembered the different details."

Li Ziqi laughed at herself. Anyway, if it was her own, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it: "By the way, sign up, teacher, it's Wu Yezi!"

Sun Mo made up the signature.

"It's done? Is it really done?"

The little maid lost her expression on her face because she was too happy.

"Yes, it's done, you don't have to die!"

Lu Zhiruo comforted.

Li Ziqi began to dismantle the original painting and use a scroll to mount the new one. Although it may be seen, he must work hard.

"I tried my best!"

Sun Mo looked at the little maid with a smile on his lips, comforting her: "Although it may not be as precious and famous as that Master Wu Yezi, it is at least a famous painting, and it is definitely not available on the market."

"Teacher, I think your painting looks better than the one just now!"

Lu Zhiruo said it was not because she loved Wu Jiwu, but she really felt that way.

"Yes, in terms of artistic conception, the teacher's picture resonates even more with me!"

Li Ziqi's review.

"Yes, I feel it too!"

The little maid nodded hurriedly. Wu Yezi's famous painting was not a high-ranking official in the court, nor a high-ranking official, and he did not have such a state of mind, but this painting of Sun Mo was different. After all, he was just an ordinary person after all.