Chapter 507: Fighting Painting

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was thinking, but he was actually upset, old man Zheng, are you disgusting?

The first two famous paintings were evaluated casually by Miao Mu, and it didn't matter. After all, there was no comparison, but now they are two paintings of Sanzang.

Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to this Gandalf, but it was a bit of a slap in the face if he had to say it himself.

"Does Master Miao have any unique insights?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Nice painting!"

Miao Mu said two words dryly, and then tactfully led the focus to Sun Mo: "Isn't Master Sun evaluating my Sanzang picture just now with the eyes of a famous teacher? What do you think of this picture? ?"

What can Sun Mo say?

You can't brag, can you?

In case it is revealed that he is Gandalf in the future, the self-proclaimed name will not be able to escape, so it is better to be humble.

"This painting has a lot of flaws. Gandalf's painting is too careless, it feels very casual!"

Sun Mo thought about the situation in which he painted this painting at the time, and found a flaw.

"Master Sun, please respect Master Gandalf, how can you call him by his first name?"

Li Zixing scolded.

"Yes, it's too disrespectful!"

Miao Mu sighed: "Although it is said that the literati are disrespectful, don't you make it so obvious?"

This is a matter of personal morality and should not be washed!

Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and wanted to laugh, so you didn't pay attention to what you said! First, I'll give you a hat that despises the master of slowness.

puff!

Zheng Qingfang couldn't hold back and laughed again.

"Uncle Zheng, are you...?"

Qi Muen was surprised,

He always felt that Zheng Qingfang was laughing badly.

"stomachache!"

Zheng Qingfang explained.

"Master Sun, from the point of view of the lines, Master Gandalf's painting is fast, but it is not called rush, but called freehand. If you can achieve this state of sending and receiving at will, you are called a master!"

Miao screen guidance.

Ding!

Favorability from Miaomu +50, neutral (50/100).

"..."

Sun Mo is speechless, is this all right?

"Master Sun, are there any shortcomings in this painting?"

Zheng Qingfang asked hurriedly.

"Impression? It's almost meaningless!"

Sun Mo felt uncomfortable. He really didn't dare to brag. By the way, old man Zheng, what are you trying to do?

"Master Sun, that's too bad. When I look at Master Miao's paintings, I always feel that something is missing, but I don't know what's missing, but after seeing this painting, I understand that Master Gandalf is "Journey to the West". "The author of "Sanzang", so the Sanzang written by him has more charm!"

Qi Muen retorted that it wasn't because Miao Mu couldn't do it, because he hadn't read the full version of Journey to the West, and he didn't understand Sanzang.

"Master Sun, you're not a professional. In the future, don't judge other people's paintings casually. It's a shame to be conspicuous!"

Miao screen lessons.

The surrounding guests began to discuss and had a negative impression of Sun Mo. There was nothing they could do, because they also thought that this picture of the Sanzang was very good, and they were right to pick.

Sun Mo was simply nitpicking.

Hearing the noise, Lu Zhiruo felt unhappy.

"You don't deserve to talk to the teacher about painting!"

Lu Zhiruo was like a puppy protecting Sun Mo.

"I don't deserve it? Do you dare to compare?"

Miao Mu sneered and took the opportunity to challenge.

Li Wangye said that if you want to find an opportunity to kill your spirit, I didn't expect that you would bring it to the door yourself, so don't blame me for being rude.

Of course, Miao Mu also took this opportunity to show off his painting skills and expand his popularity.

Before Sun Mo could speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.

"Okay, Master Sun, your direct students are present, and there are so many famous teachers, don't be stage fright!"

Zheng Qing's words are righteous.

"Uncle Zheng, you are..."

Sun Mo smiled bitterly, he understood, Zheng Qingfang wanted his paintings.

"Haha, Douhua? I like this entertaining show!"

Li Zixing laughed: "But let's talk about it first, Master Miao's words belong to me!"

"My lord, you are wrong!"

"Bid, the higher bidder wins!"

"Will there be a famous painting?"

The guests talked a lot, and they didn't care about the painting competition. Anyway, Sun Mo would lose. What they wanted to see was whether Miao Mu could make a famous painting.

"Go, prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

After Zheng Qingfang finished his instructions, he announced in public: "Later Master Sun's paintings belong to me, Zheng, and no one is allowed to rob them!"

As soon as Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, the audience was silent, and all the guests looked at him for unknown reasons. Did you say the wrong name?

Sun Mo's painting?

Who wants it!

It's hard to wipe ass.

Soon, four huge tables of the Eight Immortals were brought up, in twos and twos, and then the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed.

"There is no question, the two of you can play freely!"

Li Zixing spoke first.

In general fighting paintings, a topic will be prescribed, but for painters, there will always be those who are good at it and those who are not good at it.

"My lord, why don't you have a question?"

Zheng Qingfang asked back.

With Li Zixing's face, he couldn't help being embarrassed, because everyone present knew that he had a good relationship with Miao Mu, and naturally knew what he was good at.

"Freedom is the only way to make famous paintings!"

Li Ziqi casually found a reason, anyway, no matter what he draws, Sun Mo can't win.

Qi Muen glanced at the sky: "Then it's limited to half an hour?"

After all, this is a deer's tail banquet, and we can't let two people continue to draw and compete!

"it is good!"

Miao Mu tossed his sleeves, pacing in the style of a master, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, what can I paint to perfectly show my painting skills?

As for Sun Mo, the enemy?

Please, does he win me?

Miao Mu stood at the table of the Eight Immortals and picked up the wolf cents, but did not write.

"Sun Mo, hurry up!"

Zheng Qingfang stood beside Sun Mo and reminded in a low voice, "These painters all have a few paintings that they are best at, just to deal with this situation."

It can be said that when Miao Mu was thinking there, he was actually pretending.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled wryly.

Looking at Sun Mo's expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself and explained in a low voice: "Sun Mo, with your identity and status, I'm afraid you will become a three-star master teacher in a year, so what face will I have to ask you for pictures? So I can only take this opportunity to earn you another painting!"

Zheng Qingfang loves painting and books, but so far he has not urged Sun Mo to write the second half of "Journey to the West" because he knows it is a trail.

As a famous teacher, Sun Mo has more important things to do.

Today's event is just in time for the meeting. Anyway, Li Zixing wants to use a famous painter to attack Sun Mo, so Zheng Qingfang just planned to do it, give Sun Mo a chance to perform, and grab another famous painting by the way.

"You can guarantee that I will be able to draw famous paintings?"

Sun Mo laughed at himself.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Miao Mu is twenty-nine years old this year, and he has only painted one famous painting, how about you? Twenty years old, three paintings!"

Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers. In his opinion, Miao Mu wanted to compare with Sun Mo? It's simply overkill.

In order to prevent Sun Mo and Miao Mu from being disturbed, the others stood ten meters away and could only watch from a distance.

Of course, bigwigs like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing are exceptions.

"Let's start, prove to these people that you are not only the number one teacher in Jinling, but also the number one painter in Jinling!"

Zheng Qingfang handed Sun Mo the wolf cents.

Sun Mo took the pen. To be honest, he wasn't in the mood to paint, but when he turned his head and saw Li Ziqi and the three of them looking at him with anticipation, he suddenly felt that he couldn't embarrass the students.

In their hearts, they believe that they are the most powerful master teachers, so they must do this all the time.

"Teacher, come on!"

Papaya Niang waved her small fist.

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo smiled, and raised his hand, it was a strong memorandum of knowledge. He blessed him. This was to get rid of distracting thoughts and calm down first.

"Draw what?"

Sun Mo pondered and looked around casually, looking for inspiration.

These guests, with luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, any one piece is worth the living expenses of a family of three for one year.

The table is filled with luxurious and exquisite food, and servants and maids are serving...

Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by the famous teachers, as well as some young people, all showed envy in their expressions.

Yes, who doesn't want to be able to attend such a high-profile banquet all the time?

Sun Mo took the pen, dipped it in the ink, and then started writing.

"So fast?"

An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo's painting was too hasty, and he didn't have a good idea.

"Hey, these few times are amazing!"

Qi Muen and Li Zixing knew how to do it. After reading a few of Sun Mo's drawings, they knew that this kid was not easy.

Gradually, a galloping horse appeared on the paper.

It is true that young people yearn for a better life and envy the children of rich families. If this envy can be turned into motivation, it will be even better.

Know what you want and fight for it.

I don't have a good family background, I can't fight my father, I'm not handsome enough, I don't have Bai Fumei's fancy, and I can't even get lucky...

It doesn't matter, as long as you have hands, that's enough!

run!

run!

Run relentlessly!

Every effort will bring you closer to your goal!

Sun Mo's emotions were completely lifted. He not only wanted to inspire these young people, but also thought of himself, my generation will never stop fighting!

hum!

On Sun Mo's brush, a crystal light lit up, and the surrounding spiritual energy was drawn and began to gather.

"This spiritual energy, is it a wonderful brush?"

Fang Taishou exclaimed, subconsciously looking at Miao Mu.

Others also looked over, but found that there was no movement on his side, and then they turned their heads subconsciously, and saw the light on Sun Mo's picture scroll!

"What the hell?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Why is there a wonderful pen and flowers? And it's so fast?"

The guests were completely shocked. How long has it been since the fighting started? Why did Sun Mo break out?

Are you not a famous teacher, but an anonymous famous painter?

"this……"

Li Zixing was stunned.

"I see!"

Qi Muen finally understood why Zheng Qingfang laughed so wickedly. It turned out that Master Gandalf was Sun Mo!

At this moment, Concubine Qi looked at Sun Mo and was filled with emotion.

Both calligraphy and painting are excellent, Niu Boyi!

Ding!

From Qi Muen's favorability +500, friendly (500/1000).

Zheng Qingfang heard the noise around him, so he raised his head, his stern and dignified eyes swept across the audience, and they all shut up for me. If anyone interferes with this famous painting of Sun Mo, I will kill him!

When his eyes fell back on Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang was very relieved that he really did not see the wrong person!

Genius, so excellent, so unreasonable!

"You...you...why are you so skilled?"

An Xinhui was shocked. When did her childhood sweetheart become a famous painter? And looking at this calm and composed appearance, it seems that he has become accustomed to the phenomenon of wonderful brushwork.