With the death of Li Zixing, Li Xiu was the biggest in Jinling.
Without her enemies, Li Xiu began to enjoy life beautifully. In the autumn, because she was busy with the business at sea, she did not take care of the autumn hunting, so in these few days of leisure, she came to the imperial village on the outskirts of the city to make up for it.
"Prime Minister Zheng, drink this cup to the full!"
Rather than hunting, Prince Consort Qi preferred to embrace the beautiful concubine, recite poems and sing songs over wine, but when his wife wanted to come to play, he could not refuse, so he invited Zheng Qingfang to accompany her.
Zheng Qingfang could not stay on Zhuangzi forever, so when he went back, he could use the excuse of seeing him off to return to Jinling.
"Hey, it would be great if little friend Sun was here, so we could all write and enjoy paintings together!"
Zheng Qingfang sighed.
Sun Mo went to the Dark Continent for nearly a year, which made Zheng Qingfang extremely lonely.
"You said that Sun Mo is weird. Other famous painters study paintings all day long and wish to make a famous painting every day, but he is better and doesn't care at all about this kind of thing that will leave a name in history."
Zheng Qingfang didn't understand.
All the famous teachers in history are gone, but the ones who left their reputations in the end are all saints. However, famous painters will definitely leave their names in history as long as famous paintings come out.
Of course, the meanings represented by the two are definitely different.
This is like "A Picture Along the River During the Qingming Festival", no matter how famous it is, can its author be as famous as Confucius and Mencius
"There is also "Journey to the West", which pioneered vernacular writing. Once completed, it will definitely be a historical masterpiece. But it turned out to be only half of it. Are you angry?"
Zheng Qingfang was full of regrets when he thought of this.
As Sun Mo's fame increased, painting, compared to becoming a saint, was really just a sideshow.
"Stop talking and drink."
Prince Consort Qi picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it in one gulp when he was suddenly stunned because in the far end of his sight, in addition to the white clouds and dogs, there was actually a little man flying up and down.
Am I dazzled
Prince Consort Qi rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Qi Muen's stunned look, Zheng Qingfang also followed his line of sight and looked over: "What are you looking at?"
"There seems to be someone?"
Prince Consort Qi was not sure either.
“…”
Zheng Qingfangxin said, have you drunk too much
Qi Muen turned his head and looked at the maids standing aside: "Was there someone in the sky just now?"
The maids shook their heads.
How dare they look around when they are serving their master!
"Haha, sorry."
Prince Consort Qi was embarrassed and thought to himself that he should drink less flower wine, otherwise he might die suddenly on the bed one day.
Look now, all the hallucinations are coming out.
"drink wine!"
Prince Consort Qi wanted to clink glasses with Zheng Qingfang, but the other party took a sip and spit out a mouthful of wine.
“…”
Qi Muen wiped his face and thought to himself, what is going on? Then Zheng Qingfang's roar was heard.
"People, people, flying!"
The next moment, the maids screamed one after another.
The guards also saw it, and they all ran over with crossbows in hand. They were nervous to death and surprised to death.
Why are there people flying in the sky
"Sir, it seems to be Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
The leader of the guard was in the realm of divine power and had good eyesight. He saw the little man flying in the sky, who was somewhat similar to Li Ziqi.
"ah?"
Prince Consort Qi and Zheng Qingfang were dumbfounded, and their hearts skipped a beat. If this fell...
"Whose Zhuangzi is opposite?"
Zheng Qingfang stood up.
"It's from Sun Mo."
When Qi Muen spoke, he had already stood up, and he and Zheng Qingfang speeded up their pace in unison, and hurried over.
…
Li Ziqi's motor skills are very poor. Even in the world, some flying movements are quite satisfactory, but Ying Baiwu is different.
After a simple adaptation, she began to do some more dangerous maneuvers. Somersaults and spins were nothing to worry about. After climbing to a height where she couldn't see the ground clearly, she suddenly deactivated her spiritual energy, and she immediately fell down.
call!
There was a strong wind whistling by my ears, and everything on the ground was quickly getting closer.
"careful!"
Li Ziqi was startled and flew over at full speed to catch Bai Wu, but still missed.
"ah!"
Everyone on the ground was shocked and rushed towards the spot where the iron girl fell, trying to rescue her. However, when she was five or six meters away from the ground, she suddenly stopped as if a sudden brake had been applied.
Then, she turned over, adjusted her posture, and sat cross-legged, but she was still suspended in the air.
"What are you doing, trying to scare us to death?"
Jiang Leng complained.
This is the first flight experiment. If something goes wrong, it will be a huge blow to the teacher.
"Bai Wu, you are too reckless."
Sun Mo blamed.
"Teacher, I was wrong!"
Ying Baiwu quickly stood up and lowered her head to apologize, but her face was still excited, and she herself was still floating in the air.
The feeling of flying is so cool.
"Give me one!"
Gu Xiuxun pulled on Sun Mo's sleeve and said impatiently: "Hurry up and get one done too!"
"Can't you fly faster?"
Murong Mingyue was curious.
She wants it too.
"When I get used to staying in the air, it might be faster."
Ying Baiwu frowned and analyzed the pros and cons: "However, no matter how fast it is, it is still not as fast as a galloping horse, and there are also some stability problems. When flying, the body will shake, and the thrust is behind the back, so it is a bit awkward to adjust the posture."
"You can't compare it to moving around on the ground."
Helian Beifang felt that Ying Baiwu was too picky.
Prairie people are known as a nation on horseback and can sleep on horseback, but he feels that Ying Baiwu's movements are easier than those performed by a ten-year cavalryman on horseback, and that is enough.
"Um."
Sun Mo took out a small notebook and took notes. At the same time, he advised everyone: "This is just the first generation of air-controlling spirit patterns. It is not perfect yet. I will give you the tattoos after I make the most perfect one."
"This is perfect."
Gu Xiuxun wants it now.
"Yeah, don't be too hard on yourself."
Murong Mingyue felt that Sun Mo was too picky.
Jin Mujie said nothing, she wanted it now.
"hehe!"
Sun Mo shook his head and laughed. You have never seen how domineering the Wu Kong Technique is in Dragon Ball. That's called flying.
Now this is, at best, suspended in the air.
"Let's go back to school quickly!"
Gu Xiuxun urged, pulling Sun Mo away and leaving. She couldn't wait any longer.
Others had no objection and followed suit.
When Sun Mo saw this, he knew that he could no longer persuade him and could only obey public opinion.
"Anyway, your ancient dragon-capturing hand can erase the spirit patterns at any time. When the second generation is invented, just give us another one."
Gu Xiuxun doesn't care about anyone at all. We are good confidants.
As for how many times Sun Mo would look at him
Heck, if you want to fly, you have to be informal.
Sun Mo looked at Gu Xiuxun and thought to himself, if you keep doing this, believe it or not, I will give you a little butterfly tattoo
The group's dream of flying was interrupted, because as soon as they took out their mounts, they were blocked by Qi Muen and Zheng Qingfang before they could leave the manor.
"What happened just now?"
Qi Muen was impatient: "I saw someone flying in the sky?"
Zheng Qingfang's eyes fell on Li Ziqi.
"I invented a flying spirit pattern!"
Both of them were his own people, so there was no need to hide anything. He was going to explain a few words, but as soon as he finished speaking, Prince Consort Qi screamed.
"Can you fly?"
Qi Prince Consort felt as if he had been kicked in the balls by a bloody horse, with a look of shock on his face: "Quickly, fly up and let me see!"
explain
For this kind of boss, they don’t need to understand the process, they only look at the results.
When Ying Baiwu flew up, Prince Consort Qi hugged Sun Mo.
"Master Sun, from now on, you are my brother."
Prince Consort Qi looked excited and patted his chest to confirm: "As long as it is not a serious crime of rebellion, I will protect you from worries."
"You are Li Ziqi's uncle."
Sun Mo was speechless.
"It's okay, let's talk about our own things."
Qi Muen chuckled and lowered his voice: "I recently got a thin Yangzhou horse. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and song. I plan to promote her as the number one oiran in Jinling. Not now, tomorrow, no, I will I’ll pack it up and deliver it to your house!”
"What else do you want, tell me."
Prince Consort Qi stared at Ying Baiwu: "I want this."
Sun Mo frowned.
Seeing Sun Mo's expression, Prince Consort Qi knew that he had said the wrong thing and quickly explained, "Uh, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about flying."
But having said that, this girl is more beautiful than my Yangzhou thin horse, which I carefully selected. Thinking of this, Qi Prince Consort couldn't help but turn his head and glance at her.
All right!
Every girl here has her own unique characteristics.
Even that tall prairie girl can stand out from the crowd in the petite and beautiful Jiangnan.
Suddenly, something was wrong with the way Prince Consort Qi looked at Sun Mo.
When you accept a disciple, you won't decide based on appearance, right
"Uncle!"
Li Ziqi is embarrassed, how can you give these things to the teacher
The key is that the teacher’s wife is still there. Aren’t you causing trouble for the teacher
Besides, I can do laundry, folding quilts, bathing and warming beds.
There were guests coming, and Sun Mo didn't want to go back as soon as he arrived, so everyone stayed.
"How did you do it?"
Qi Muen was curious.
Because even the great master of spiritual patterns cannot do such a thing.
Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.
"I understand. You explained it, but I don't understand it either. What I mean is, tell me some interesting stories about when you invented it. From now on, this will be my must-do brag when I go out to socialize."
Qi Muen felt that this kind of thing could last at least twenty years.
Everyone laughed and talked for a while, and Zheng Qingfang couldn't help it anymore.
"How can we not celebrate such a memorable moment with a painting?"
Zheng Qingfang took the trap.
"Yes!"
Prince Consort Qi quickly agreed: "Master Sun Daming, it's up to you."
"It's not like you just eat famous paintings and paint them whenever you want?"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"Little friend Sun, are you going to take the famous teacher examination? You must be fine, but what about the disciple? Shouldn't you make a famous painting to encourage him?"
Zheng Qingfang begged again.
"Yes, Sun Mo, hurry up and paint!"
As Gu Xiuxun spoke, he went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone himself.
"It is also a blessing to have the honor to see Master Sun's paintings!"
Jin Mujie laughed and looked at Sun Mo expectantly.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Sun Mo paint before!"
Mei Ziyu and Murong Mingyue said nothing, but the look in their eyes at Sun Mo was enough to explain everything.
The gourd boys also began to persuade me.
Sun Mo had no choice but to agree.
The stone table was brought in, high-quality paper and ink were presented, Sun Mo wrote and stood in front of the rice paper.
What to draw
Mei Ziyu looked at Sun Mo who was deep in thought. His face was chiseled and exuded the aura of a wise man. Her heart beat unsatisfactorily and her cheeks turned red.
I really envy An Xinhui to be Sun Mo’s fiancée!
Gu Xiuxun and Murong Mingyue were no longer interested in famous paintings, so they thought it was good to look at Sun Mo like this.
"It's over, it's over. Will the teacher's inner house become a Shura field from now on?"
Li Ziqi took a sneak peek around and saw the teachers looking at Sun Mo as if they were looking at the lover in her dream. She felt dizzy.
"Teacher, do it quickly!"
Qin Yaoguang urged, stop posing.
Uh-huh!
A dozen reproachful glances were immediately cast towards him.
Sun Mo smiled slightly and dropped his hair.
The vast land stretches into the distance, and a red sun can be seen rising.
The sky is blue and white clouds are flowing!
A Li Ziqi wearing an orange battle uniform of Guixianliu appeared on the paper, suspended in the air. Her face had a serious expression, with blood stains and scars, and her body was filled with spiritual energy.
Everyone who saw this scene knew that she was facing a hopelessly powerful enemy.
Sun Mo gradually sank in.
A shounen comic that talks about passion and never gives up.
Sun Mo hoped that Li Ziqi could stand upright and face the difficulties and powerful enemies he would encounter in the future when facing difficulties and setbacks, rumors and criticisms.
You are so smart, you should be able to do what others cannot.
If you work so hard, you should enjoy success.
You care so much about all living beings that you are qualified to stand on top of famous teachers and enjoy their flowers and applause!
…
Sun Mo hopes that Xiao He Bao can make a big difference and complete her mission of building the largest library in Kyushu to realize the great ideal of education without discrimination in the entire Zhongzhou.
This painting is an encouragement to her!
In this state of mind, Sun Mo devoted himself wholeheartedly. Suddenly, spots of light lit up in the air. They were like fireflies, gathering at the end of Langhao's pen.
As Sun Mo splashed ink, the colors on the scroll became brighter.
"Wonderful...a state where wonderful pens bring flowers to life?"
Just as Prince Consort Qi was about to marvel, Zheng Qingfang's quick eyes and quick hands caught him in his mouth.
If you disturb Sun Mo and delay the birth of the famous painting, then my friend will definitely have nothing to do.
“…”
Prince Consort Qi was shocked. He also knew that famous paintings cannot be painted just by painting, so he didn't have high hopes. However, Sun Mo's skills astounded everyone.
A picture of Dragon Ball Girl's violent rage is gradually taking shape!
Gu Xiuxun was not surprised at all, because this was Sun Mo's original attitude, he was just so good.
Although Murong Mingyue had seen Sun Mo play "The Girl Running the Kite" with her own eyes, she was still shocked when she saw it again.
Mei Ziyu had already been prepared, and the image stone in his hand had been secretly aimed at Sun Mo.
At the same time, Li Xiu, who had woken up from a nap, learned from the servant that her husband and Zheng Qingfang had come next door. She washed herself briefly and walked over.