Chapter 508: Surprise 4

"Come, come, feel coming, I have a hunch, I'm going to create a famous painting today!"

Miao Mu splashed ink, and his expression was sometimes excited, sometimes ferocious, according to the artistic conception expressed in the painting. As for the noisy discussions of the guests around him, he could not hear it, because he had entered the realm of forgetting things and I.

Then, some light spots flashed across the eyes.

"Haha, wonderful brushes make flowers!"

Miao Mu was overjoyed and was about to make persistent efforts, but when his eyes fell on the scroll, he was stunned. Why didn't he color it?

Wait, why did the spot go away?

Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu's gaze followed the trajectory of these light spots, and then found that they landed on the rice paper in front of Sun Mo.

This guy, who was just ashamed, was holding the wolf hair in his hand, which was glowing and flashing with dazzling brilliance.

"what?"

Miao Mu's body shook, and the wolf uncontrollably drew an ink mark on the scroll that should not have appeared.

For painting, this is a huge mistake, and it is basically impossible to have a wonderful brushstroke, but with Miao Mu's painting skills, it can be remedied, and at least a good work can be handed over.

But now, everything becomes meaningless.

"Miao... a wonderful pen makes flowers?"

Miao Mu's face was full of shock, as if he saw a beautiful woman marrying an ugly beggar with abscesses, and she was still a poor old man.

how can that be?

This is not a brilliant brush, a realm that cannot be achieved by non-famous painters, even if there is a mine at home, you can't buy it, it's purely a matter of talent.

But this Sun Mo...

how old is he? Seems to be twenty years old?

When Miao Mu remembered this incident, he immediately felt very angry and jealous, feeling that he had lived on a dog for the past 30 years.

"Miao Mu, calm down, you may have read it wrong!"

Miao Mu rubbed his eyes vigorously,

Then I was in despair, yes, the light spots of aura lingered, and the colors on the rice paper were gorgeous, it was a wonderful brush and flowers!

"fail!"

"fail!"

"fail!"

Completely out of instinct, Miao Mu began to curse Sun Mo's failure in his heart. As for his own paintings, he couldn't continue because his heart was disturbed.

Half an hour later, Sun Mo closed his pen and the famous painting took shape.

A picture of a galloping horse appeared in front of everyone.

The entire Linjiang Hall was silent, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps forward, stood on tiptoe, and stretched their necks to look around.

"Master Miao, do you want to continue painting?"

Qi Muen asked.

According to convention, in the case of Douhua, only when both parties have completed the painting, or when the specified time has elapsed, can the painting begin, but now, in this situation, Miao Mu has clearly collapsed.

"draw!"

Miao Mu recovered from the shock and wanted to continue painting, but his mind was in a mess, and the brewing emotions had long since vanished.

Why?

It was obviously my famous banquet, why was it taken away by a layman?

"Master Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force it!"

Zheng Qingfang persuaded.

"Master Miao, do you want to go down and rest for a while?"

Qi Muen gave Miao Mu a step down.

You are very famous, you call yourself the number one painter in Jinling, but in the painting competition, Sun Mo made a famous painting, you won the first one?

Only famous paintings can surpass famous paintings!

If you are interested, go down quickly, don't delay everyone's appreciation of the paintings.

"me……"

On Miao Mu's forehead, there was a lot of sweat. Since he painted his first famous painting three years ago, no matter where he went, he was treated like a master, and he has never been so embarrassed.

Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his self-esteem as a famous painter made him stay because he had to flee without a fight.

"I'm fine, let's enjoy the painting!"

Miao Mu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and accepted failure calmly, which was also an experience.

"Come on, show the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang waved his hand arrogantly, and immediately two tall maids stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right. The white plain hands held the rice paper and showed the scroll to the guests.

Whoa!

The audience suddenly exclaimed.

On the rice paper, the grass is vast, and it grows wildly as far as the eye can see, as if it extends to the horizon.

There is a group of horses resting lazily by the lake.

But there are seven ponies, they are galloping, hoofs galloping, chasing the few clouds in the sky.

Their hooves carried the dirt and trampled the grass, and their manes and tails fluttered in the wind like flags!

The content of this famous painting is not complicated, but the overall composition is heroic and atmospheric, making people feel as if they are suddenly in the vast prairie, integrated with this world, and then the horses run wild, the smooth muscle lines , is simply intoxicating, just a rough glance, you can appreciate the power and beauty contained in it.

After being amazed, the guests quieted down and admired the galloping horse carefully.

This is the power of famous paintings, even if you don't understand it, you can feel the charm of it.

"A masterpiece, it's a masterpiece, just looking at it, I feel that my heart is full of power, and I want to run like those horses!"

Prefect Fang praised again and again.

"Sun Mo is still a famous painter?"

Cao Xian was shocked and looked at Yue Rongbo beside him.

"I just found out too!"

Yue Rongbo looked at Sun Mo curiously, boy, you are hiding so deeply! And your talent, isn't it like a river running endlessly?

Ding!

From Yue Rongbo's favorability +100, friendly (836/1000).

"As I said earlier, the teacher is the best!"

Lu Zhiruo said calmly: "Okay, okay, don't be surprised, this is just a basic operation, just applaud!"

Ying Baiwu never doubted this.

Gum!

Li Ziqi looked at the galloping horse picture and took a sip. Compared with the papaya girl who blindly worshipped Sun Mo and the iron-headed girl who didn't know how to draw, Xiaobao knew how difficult it was to reach the realm of brilliant brushwork!

And the teacher, come at your fingertips!

My darling, teacher, you are God's favorite cub, aren't you?

...

Gu Xiuxun looked at the famous painting, turned her head abruptly, and looked at An Xinhui. She had always admired An Xinhui, but now, she suddenly hated her, and even felt a little jealous.

Why can you get such a good fiancé?

"I suddenly felt that I might not be worthy of him!"

An Xinhui applauded and sighed.

Gu Xiuxun was startled, and quickly lowered her head, "No... No, Sister Xinhui is also very good!"

...

"Lord Li, how are you?"

Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard, turned his head and asked with a smile.

Li Zixing looked gloomy and gloomily vomited blood, what could he say? Can only boast!

"good very good!"

This is a famous painting, even if Li Zixing is a noble royal family, he is not qualified to evaluate it.

"Haha, so where is the good?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Why do not you go to hell?"

Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang, and after scolding in his heart, his tone was firm: "I'm sorry, I'm so ignorant, I can't see it!"

Li Zixing was also educated by the royal family. He could see the merits of this famous painting, but it was even more uncomfortable for him to praise the murderer of his son than to kill him.

"Master Miao, since Prince Li doesn't understand, you are a famous painter, can you always tell?"

Zheng Qingfang turned his gun.

"This painting shows the passion and spirit of a young man!"

Miao Mu spoke, very embarrassed. A casual sentence.

"Everyone, Master Sun, oh, it should be called Master Sun. After all, he painted a famous painting, and he deserves the title of master." Zheng Qingfang smiled and looked around the guests: "Then he just commented on other people's paintings, did he have any? Qualifications?"

"Of course there is!"

Prefect Fang nodded.

Just now, the guests who felt that Sun Mo was making a speech was a little embarrassed, because a famous painter evaluated a painting, even if the author of the painting was present, he could not say that he was not qualified.

Then they looked at Miao Mu and remembered that he just said that Sun Mo was a layman and didn't know how to draw, but he was hanged and beaten...

This... this is really humiliating to death!

But speaking out, this Sun Mo is too arrogant, right? Can you break records, be the chief executive, and paint famous paintings?

What can't you do?

"Master Sun, how long do you practice painting on weekdays?"

Qi Muen was curious.

"I haven't practiced much, I just paint casually in my spare time!"

Sun Mo bit the bullet and explained that he was too busy lately. He originally planned to draw some small movie characters to entertain himself, but he didn't have time.

Wow!

The guests exclaimed, this is the so-called genius, right?

Fang Wuji had been drinking and didn't pay attention to these things at all, but Liu Mubai saw it, and to be honest, he was a little jealous.

After all, no one will dislike the skills they have mastered.

"Calm down! Calm down! Painting skills are trails!"

Liu Mubai comforted himself.

"Teacher, famous painters are destined to have no future!"

Han Zisheng comforted in a low voice: "Your goal is to become a saint and educate the people!"

"Smooter!"

Although Liu Mubai scolded again, in his heart, he liked this direct disciple even more. You Sun Mo have Xuanyuan Po and Ying Baiwu, and I am not bad.

"Master Sun, this famous painting, I wonder if it can be cut off?"

Prefect Fang rubbed his hands together, looking forward to it.

"Fang Lun, you're wrong. I just said that Master Sun's painting has already been reserved."

Zheng Qingfang spoke quickly.

If Sun Mo refused, he might annoy Fang Lun, so he had to fight it himself. Besides, he would never miss this famous painting.

"Okay, old man Zheng, you are so scheming, you're really shameless."

Fang Taishou scolded, of course, this was a joke among friends.

Li Zixing's original intention was to suppress Sun Mo, but after the end of the fight, he became famous instead, how can this work? He glanced at Miao Mu, this guy was beaten, and he expected him to die, so Li Zixing looked at Ni Jingting.

At the critical moment, it is still up to you!

"Cough cough!"

Ni Jingting coughed hard twice.

The discussion around him immediately became quieter, and the guests also looked over. Ni Jingting is a three-star master teacher, and this is the respect he deserves.

"Master Sun, painting skills are a trail, my generation's famous teachers should still think that teaching and educating people is the foundation!"

Ni Jingting's lesson.

"Ha ha!"

Li Zixing was secretly happy and asked if you were angry?

You have a low star rating, so you are going to give me obedient training? Otherwise you dare to object? That hat that doesn't respect the seniors will be put on your head, and when the news spreads, the seniors in the famous teacher world will definitely look at you unhappy.

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