Chapter 67 3 Rewards

Ding!

"Congratulations, you have obtained the master-level 'figure painting' painting technique."

"Remarks, this is one of the three branches of traditional Chinese painting!"

Hearing the system's notification sound, Sun Mo looked confused: "What? You think I have no future on the road of pinching my feet, so you asked me to change careers as a painter? When I can't make it in school, I will go to the street. Selling paintings for a living?"

Sun Mo has learned that although the famous teachers in the Middle Earth and Kyushu include a variety of occupations, they are divided into grades.

There are famous teachers who are good at painting, but they belong to the middle class. After all, painting is too niche.

In ancient China, the highest achievement of a painter was to become a court painter and paint portraits of the emperor's family.

Only a few hundred years after death can paintings become popular and sell for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, but this has nothing to do with the artist's fart, and maybe it is not a good painting, but involves money laundering by the rich. .

In the Kyushu countries, because of the existence of aura, the status of famous painters is slightly higher, because the paintings they create will occasionally bring some extra effects, which can affect the mood of the viewers.

Of course, there are only a handful of painters who can do this.

Most of the time, painting appreciation is a means and elegant way for the dignitaries of high-class banquets to communicate with each other. It is enough to show their elegant sentiments and unique taste.

"There are so many skills that don't overwhelm you, even if you won't use them in your lifetime, there's no harm in learning them."

The system is right. With the craftsmanship, even if the world is difficult, you can't starve to death, not to mention that this is a master-level 'figure painting' painting.

What is a master class?

It is in this field that he has profound attainments and can already be respected as a master.

If Sun Mo learned it, he would have no problem going out to open a museum to teach apprentices. If he encounters a museum kicker, his master-level painting skills are enough to deal with all kinds of challenges.

"What are the other two branches?"

Sun Mo was actually very satisfied. When he was a child, he went to various hobby classes. His family had no money and could not apply for classes, but he could still afford pen, ink and paper, so he practiced painting for a while, but he didn't have any talent. just gave up.

However, in terms of calligraphy, he has persisted in hard writing, and he still writes well. After becoming a teacher at No. 2 City Middle School, his beautiful handwriting and writing on the blackboard are very old-fashioned. The love of the principal and the students gave him a lot of impression points and popularity.

As long as you take a skill book, you can become a master in painting, which is also amazing.

"Landscape painting and flower, bird, fish and insect painting, in addition to this, there are also Western painting categories, which correspond to Chinese painting."

System science.

"Oh!"

Sun Mo nodded. The Kyushu countries were still in the feudal era, so I would be grateful for Western paintings. Even if I were Van Gogh or Picasso, the paintings I painted would probably be regarded as garbage, not even half a copper plate. value.

"Then do you study?"

The system asked, if Sun Mo didn't learn it, it would recycle the skill book.

"Study, why not?"

While Lu Zhiruo was out to take out the trash, Sun Mo took out the skill book and slapped it into pieces.

Snapped!

The skill book shattered into a golden speck of light, like a firefly, flying towards Sun Mo's eyebrows and injected into it.

Some knowledge and insights were immediately born in his mind. A few minutes later, when Sun Mo thought about "painting" again, it felt as if he had been immersed in Chinese painting for decades, and had gained a lot of experience.

Sun Mo couldn't bear it any longer. He squatted beside the bucket, dipped his hands with water, and drew on the ground. With a few strokes, before the water stains dried up, a lifelike self-painted head had already leaped to the ground.

Very realistic.

"awesome!"

Sun Mo blew a whistle, but unfortunately there is no forum in Kyushu, otherwise he would draw a portrait and pass it on.

You can definitely show off and win a piece of worship.

Lu Zhiruo came in and looked at Sun Mo suspiciously. Did the teacher pick up the money just now? Why are you smiling so happily all of a sudden?

"The box on the right, open!"

Sun Mo felt that this side was more symmetrical, echoing his aesthetics, and when he said the word "open", it felt like an emperor flipping a brand and choosing which concubine to sleep with at night. It was very refreshing.

The black iron treasure chest opened in response, and after the brilliance dissipated, a seed the size of a fingernail was left behind.

Ding!

"Congratulations, you got an unknown seed!"

Looking at this dark seed, Sun Mo was surprised: "What is unknown?"

"I just don't know the name, you don't even have this reading comprehension ability?"

System questioned.

"Nonsense, of course I have. I mean, your dignified peerless Famed Master system, there is still something you don't know?"

Sun Mo sprayed it back immediately, and at the same time he was activating the system, trying to get the answer.

"Haha, I really don't know what kind of plant this seed is, or I'll be swindled out of anger by you."

System mocks.

"Can it be planted?"

Sun Mo felt that there was little hope. This seed was dry and lacking water, and the skin was cracked in several places. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like an inferior seed.

"do not know!"

The system is concise and to the point.

"Then why do you treat it as a reward? Isn't this a scam?"

Sun Mo was unhappy. It was like saving money for a month and shipping a Bingbing physical doll from the Internet. When he took it apart, it was uglier than Sister Pomegranate. Can he still play happily?

"The reward for opening the box is random. You have bad luck, why do you blame me?"

The system asks back.

"African chieftains have no human rights?"

Sun Mo walked to Lu Zhiruo's side, patted her head, and even made eight strokes, no more or no less, before driving the last one.

The black iron treasure chest shone brightly as usual. After disappearing, it left behind a bulging white cloth bag, the size of a fist, like a steamed bun.

Ding!

"Congratulations, you have obtained a 'Giant Medicine Bag'. This medicine bag is tanned with 27 kinds of medicinal materials through a special secret method. It has magical effects such as strengthening the body, revitalizing muscles and blood, dispelling fatigue, etc. Regular use can improve the health of the body. Qualities, as the name of the medicine pack says, can become as strong as a giant."

"Remarks, how to use it, when taking a bath, throw this medicine packet into the bath water. After five minutes, the effect of the medicine evaporates, and you can open the bubble, about twenty minutes."

Looking at the description, Sun Mo was relieved, at least it was better than some unknown broken seeds, and the method of use should not be complicated. It was very convenient to use it a little while taking a bath.

"Is it available in the mall?"

Sun Mo asked, if the effect is good, you can use it often.

"Because you got the giant medicine bag, it will be sold in the mall for 100 favorability."

System explanation.

“The price is ok!”

Sun Momo commented that if he took the honest man Qi Shengjia as his apprentice, he would be able to contribute 100 favorability points in a few days.

Of course, with Sun Mo's character, he would not recruit Qi Shengjia for the impure purpose of favorability.

After Sun Mo finished opening the three boxes, and Lu Zhiruo finished cleaning the dormitory, he immediately took Papaya to the Yuelaixuan Bookstore.

Jinling City is a big and prosperous city. There are taxis on the streets. Sun Mo stopped one of them. He can still afford the fare of a few coins.

Lu Zhiruo held a sackcloth schoolbag and glanced at Sun Mo from time to time, hesitating to say anything.

"Just watch it if you want!"

Sun Mo leaned against the wall of the car, while admiring the scenery outside the window, while thinking about how to deal with Zheng Qingfang and maximize his benefits.

With permission, Papaya Niang's eyes immediately curved into two crescent crescents with happiness, and she couldn't wait and carefully took out the manuscript paper.

Even though she had already read the front, Lu Zhiruo couldn't help but read it again, and she was immersed in it.

...

"Get off!"

Sun Mo paid for the car and shouted.

Lu Zhiruo didn't respond.

dong dong!

Sun Mo bent his fingers and knocked on the wall of the car.

Lu Zhiruo was still unaware, and read the novel hungrily.

"Lu Zhiruo, here we are!"

Sun Mo increased the volume.

"what?"

Papaya Niang was startled, raised her head and glanced around blankly, what is it? Oops, forget it, "Journey to the West" is so good, Sun Mo actually makes a scene in the Heavenly Palace, which is really domineering.

Just when Lu Zhiruo lowered her head and was about to read this passage again, she suddenly realized that she wanted to accompany Teacher Sun to the bookstore.

For a time, Lu Zhiruo hurriedly packed up the manuscript and got off the carriage quickly.

Sun Mo turned around and entered Yuelaixuan, a faint scent of incense immediately lingered on his nostrils.

"coming?"

Zheng Qingfang, who was lying on the wooden chair, saw Sun Mo and straightened up: "I haven't seen you for so many days, I thought you were joking?"

As Zheng Qingfang spoke, he glanced at Sun Mo and saw that his hands were empty, a sense of disappointment immediately surged into his chest.

The Journey to the West, the Dragon Balls, and the Transformers with weird names that I don't know what to say, I really can't see them anymore.

Hmph, I know that young people are unreliable.

Zheng Qingfang is a man who is addicted to books. After returning to his hometown, his old friends were not around and could not get together to chat. Reading became the only pleasure, but he read too much and there were no books to read.

Ever since he heard the three names mentioned by Sun Mo that day, Zheng Qingfang has been having trouble eating and sleeping well in the past few days, always thinking about what it would be.

The so-called good book, just a name, it is enough to make people imagine.

"Our agreement still counts?"

Sun Mo chuckled lightly.

"Of course, as long as your books are good enough to sell out, I'll go out and print a thousand copies for you, and give you all the income!"

Zheng Qing Fang Xin said who I am, and of course he did what he said. However, he still played a little trick. The books that can be sold out are all popular. Every year, it is good to have one or two books. Most of the next will be backlogged on the bookshelves of the bookstore to eat ashes.

"That's good!"

Sun Mo nodded: "Zhiruo, give him the manuscript!"

"Ah!"

The one who followed in came in with his schoolbag in his arms, a little reluctant to give up, can you finish reading it yourself and then give it to this old man?

"Oh? Is it really written? Quick, show it to me!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiruo hesitated, Zheng Qingfang got up, rushed to her in three steps and took two steps, and took away the schoolbag.

"Oh, be careful, don't break it!"

Seeing Zheng Qingfang's actions, Lu Zhiruo felt very distressed.