Eight Hundred and Fiftieth Chapters Girl Chasing a Kite

"Don't talk nonsense, what does this have to do with my aunt?"

Murong Mingyue's face became even colder.

Fortunately, the people of Kyushu didn't know the meaning of this term, otherwise Murong Mingyue and Sun Mo would have to fight desperately, because this was already considered blasphemy and molesting.

"Let me state one thing first, a famous painting is not something that can be painted just by wanting to paint it, but the product of a skillful hand."

Sun Mo is righteous.

What is a wonderful hand?

It is to watch people and objects, or to touch the scenery to generate emotions. In an instant, inspiration comes, and then a famous painting is created. Any famous painting has its own charm, and there is no craftsmanship.

To put it bluntly, it is similar to writing poetry. Those ancient masterpieces are all recited by talented poets. The rhetoric may not be gorgeous and beautiful, but the artistic conception is far-reaching enough to make people taste it, and the lips and teeth will be fragrant for a long time. .

Murong Mingyue did not deny that although she was a barbarian, she was proficient in Central Plains culture, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs.

"Humph!"

Murong Mingyue no longer pursued it, and still felt a little remorse and annoyance.

Why!

I'm in a bad mood, why would I want to vent on other people?

Murong Mingyue stopped paying attention to Sun Mo and turned to leave.

Seeing that the target is going to leave, how can this be done?

I haven't pretended yet, so you want to leave?

I absolutely don't allow it!

"But I can make a painting above the standard."

Sun Mo opened his mouth.

"never mind!"

Murong Mingyue didn't care.

"Gan, why don't you play cards according to the routine?"

Sun Mo was a little depressed and anxious, and immediately racked his brains: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Murong Mingyue remained silent.

"Shouldn't you apologize for taking anger at me?"

Sun Mo asked.

"Are you finished yet?"

Murong Mingyue stopped, turned around and glared at Sun Mo: "Okay, let's go, go to the classroom, I want to see what you can draw!"

"Don't be so troublesome!"

When Sun Mo was talking to Murong Mingyue, he had already started to think about countermeasures. At this time, he went straight to a peach tree that was hugged by one person, pulled out the wooden knife, brushed twice, and put the dry bark away. Chipped off, revealing the trunk inside.

Murong Mingyue's pupils shrank, what is this guy doing?

It seems that you want to paint on the peach tree?

But isn't this a joke?

If you want to paint a famous painting, not to mention the use of good rice paper and pine smoke for ink, at least the pen and ink and paper should not be too bad, otherwise half of the painting, the paper will be broken because of the poor quality, or the brush will be depilated. .

"arrogant!"

Murong Mingyue's beautiful lips showed a hint of sarcasm, and then the next moment, her face sank, and she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Well, this guy doesn't even use a wolf, but he directly pulled out the wooden knife and slashed on the tree trunk. In this way, where he looks like a painter, he is a carpenter.

"Famed Master Murong, don't you even have this patience?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Okay, I'll see what you can come up with!"

Murong Mingyue is already brewing her rhetoric. She usually doesn't scold people, but when she scolds people, she is like a wild dog that can't hold back.

Humph, I'll let you know how fierce the prairie women are.

Sun Mo concentrated his attention, poured spiritual energy into the tip of the knife, and slashed across the peach tree.

He didn't want this either, but the trunk was uneven, and if he wanted to paint with a brush, there would definitely be small flaws, which Sun Mo couldn't bear.

So first carve, leave traces, and then dip the wolf howl in ink, and paint it.

In the past, Sun Mo would not have dared to be so rude. After all, carving is a technical job, but now, he is very confident.

Because of his puppetology, he was already at the master level.

In this discipline, the most important technique, the outstanding masters are all skilled craftsmen, who can make puppets with ingenious craftsmanship.

Carving various materials into the shape you want is naturally the foundation in the foundation.

Just drawing some patterns on the tree trunk is much simpler than making puppets, and Sun Mo also masters several holy-level exercises, especially the Yitian Sword Art and the Liaoyuan Fire Spear, which allows him to use a wooden knife like an arm.

Murong Mingyue, who was originally angry and was about to spray people, gradually wrinkled her brows.

After all, she is a talented puppet master. She can see that Sun Mo's carving technique is not amazing, but it is extremely accurate, which can't help but amaze her.

"Is this guy still a puppet master?"

Murong Mingyue was puzzled.

You must know that when students learn puppet art for the first time, they practice their hands. They do not require how fantastic the puppets are, but must be absolutely accurate and can completely reproduce the teacher's work.

Every part is accurate, which is the first criterion of the puppet master.

Soon, Sun Mo completed the frame, then picked up the wolf, dipped it in the Huadao spirit pattern ink, and began to splash the ink.

This ink can increase the effect of the spirit pattern by ten percent.

Gradually, a strange flower appeared on the trunk.

"Is this a flower field?"

Murong Mingyue asked subconsciously, for some reason, seeing these clusters of blooming flowers, her mood improved inexplicably.

Sun Mo didn't answer because he was completely immersed in creation.

One sunflower after another, facing the sun, smiling.

This is the bright autumn sun, the clear sky for thousands of miles, and the haze has been washed away.

Sun Mo wondered why Murong Mingyue had such a bad temper, and activated the divine insight technique, and then saw that her will was extremely low, and it dropped to single digits.

This shocked Sun Mo, because it was a sign of suicide!

He wanted to encourage Murong Mingyue.

Also, encourage yourself.

Don't look at Sun Mo's smooth sailing now, but he is also under great pressure. The current Zhongzhou Academy has no influence. The only ones who can do it are himself and An Xinhui.

Therefore, Sun Mo must achieve three stars for one year and three chiefs. With such a great reputation, he can attract more students, and recruiting and recruiting will be much more convenient in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that Sun Mo wants to prove himself.

He is also an unyielding character.

In this school full of discrimination against the people of the Central Plains, Sun Mo also held back his anger, wanting to become the best one and impress all the barbarians.

Murong Mingyue pursed the corners of her mouth. Even if this painting was not a famous painting, she decided not to speak ill of each other. At least the seriousness and devotion of others in painting should not be questioned.

"Maybe he really is a famous painter!"

Murong Mingyue sighed with emotion, and then laughed at herself, but what does that have to do with me?

After half an hour, Sun Mo made the last stroke and backed away.

The painting is formed, but there are no colorful colors, only ink colors, which means that it is not a famous painting.

clap clap clap!

Murong Mingyue applauded.

"Very good work, I apologize to you."

Murong Mingyue opened her mouth.

She really thinks this work is good.

Those flowers, although they can't be named, seem to be full of sunshine and full of vitality.

And in the field, the girl running towards the distance, the pursuit of freedom and dreams is like a flame, like a round of tomorrow, so dazzling.

"I really envy her!"

Murong Mingyue sighed with emotion.

Sun Mo didn't hear these words at all. He stared at the painting and thought hard for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and moved the brush again.

"don't want!"

Murong Mingyue rushed over subconsciously and went to pull Sun Mo's arm. In her opinion, this painting was already very good, and there was no need for superfluous additions.

But it was too late.

Sun Mo wrote and swiped, and his movements were bold and unrestrained, and he landed on the scroll with a few strokes.

"what!"

Murong Mingyue exclaimed, she couldn't bear to look at it any longer, Sun Mo was going to ruin this excellent painting, but in the next moment, she couldn't look away.

Because with a paper kite dotted on the sky, the whole painting suddenly lit up with a crystal light, and then the aura around it began to surge, absorbed by the painting, and gathered on it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

The ink-colored sunflowers turned golden one by one, dyed with the arbitrariness of a bumper harvest. In the fields, the breeze was blowing, making the girl's skirt flutter.

The sun is warm and the kite is flying.

The girl chased after it for a long time, with sweat and pain on her face, but Murong Mingyue's gaze involuntarily fell on the corner of the girl's mouth, attracted by the wispy smile.

For some reason, looking at this sunflower field and the girl chasing Zhi Yuan, Murong Mingyue's mood suddenly brightened.

The wind that blew through the flower field seemed to blow through her heart, taking away her exhaustion and irritability, leaving behind a peaceful place.

"What's it called?"

Murong Mingyue asked, she reached out and wanted to touch the flower field, but when she was about to approach, she stopped again.

Dare not to blaspheme.

"What do you want it to be called?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"This is your famous painting!"

Murong Mingyue's voice was trembling, yes, she was right, it was a famous painting.

She didn't expect that this Sun Mo would actually do it, and he even drew it on the trunk of a peach tree.

It's amazing.

"gave it to you."

Sun Mo smiled and looked at the painting with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the last paper kite became the finishing touch, instantly enhancing the artistic conception and style of the whole painting, and turning it from a high-quality painting into a classic famous painting.

Yes, classic, enough to be handed down.

"Give it to me?"

Murong Mingyue was taken aback.

"Yes, it was originally painted because of you!"

Sun Mo's creative mood had already withdrawn, so at this time, he began to check his favorability and prepared to lie to Murong Mingyue to go home.

"Speaking of which, she won't be so moved that she promises herself?"

Sun Mo had a little anticipation.

After being silent for a while, Murong Mingyue shook her head, and then murmured, "I'm not worthy." Then, she asked again, "What's it called?"

"Girl with the kite runner!"

Sun Mo was not polite, and directly named it.

Murong Mingyue stood there quietly, looking at this famous painting, lost her mind for a long time, and only spit out two words after half an hour.

"very nice!"

Ding!

From Murong Mingyue's favorability +1000, respect (1208/10000).

"you flatter me!"

Sun Mo was humble, and then he saw Murong Mingyue's eyes were flushed with tears, haha, so moved?

Now the fish can't escape, right?

Delicious!

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