In Kyushu, the status of famous painters is very embarrassing. The highest achievement is to become a palace painter and achieve the status of a painting saint.
If there were no powerful nobles pursuing the paintings of famous painters, they would be worthless. After all, famous paintings are too far away from ordinary people.
But famous teachers are different. Even a teacher in a random village can gain the respect of the whole village.
Looking at the past and present, no one who has left his name in history is illiterate.
The status of a famous painter is average, but if you add the title of a famous teacher, it would be extraordinary. Just like now, Sun Mo not only painted a famous painting, but also had a permanent halo of a famous teacher on it.
This is amazing!
When famous teachers appreciate this painting, they will feel the mood of "the spring silkworms will die only when they are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up", and they will want to dedicate their lives to the students.
"good!"
Xu Chunbo applauded. This painting tells the story of a famous teacher who was willing to endure poverty and loneliness and came to an isolated mountain village to preach and spread the seeds of knowledge.
This is a concept in line with the aesthetics of a famous teacher!
"This wave can last for a long time!"
"I really want to collect a famous painting by a famous teacher!"
"Don't think about it, even the saints will snatch this thing!"
The famous masters looked at the famous painting and were eager to take it as their own.
"Sun Yasheng, what is the name of this famous painting?"
Wei Ziyou asked.
"What do you think of "Picture of Famous Rural Teachers"?"
Sun Mo's current state of mind was a bit like that of a saint.
"good!"
Xu Chunbo nodded, and then requested: "Sun Yasheng, I have a merciless request. I hope to leave this famous painting by a famous teacher in the saint's hall for everyone to admire, and as a warning to those who are late in learning!"
When everyone heard this, their saliva was filled with envy.
The items that can be placed in this hall, in addition to precious and rare sacred objects, are also cultural relics that are famous in the world of famous teachers and have glorious deeds.
Putting Sun Mo's famous paintings here is enough to show that he is on par with those saints.
But even Zhou Yasheng didn't dare to question it, because Sun Mo's famous paintings were really excellent.
"It's my pleasure!"
Sun Mo didn't care about the whereabouts of his famous paintings. Putting them here would give him a boost of reputation!
It is said that the system has not appeared for a long time, and many rewards have not been distributed!
Xu Chunbo nodded, then looked at Fang Hong and Zhou Yasheng: "You two, you..."
Xu Shengren didn't say what he said later, but the meaning is self-evident. Do you still want to compete
Sun Mo has performed extremely well in several games. If you try harder, you will be humiliating yourself.
"snort!"
Zhou Yasheng's face sank, he walked straight to the icon and sat down cross-legged. He did not admit defeat!
"And you?"
Xu Chunbo looked at Fang Hong.
"Why!"
Fang Hong shook her head and sighed: "No more competition, we can't win!"
"Thank you Fang Ya for the gift!"
Sun Mo was also a person who knew how to get things done, so he quickly thanked him and improved his favorability.
"Come on, I didn't let you, it was your true talents that put me off!"
Fang Hong waved her hand and glanced at An Xinhui: "Sun Mo, you have to think about what I told you. My great-granddaughter is as beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, and she is definitely a good match!"
What
Everyone was shocked when they heard that Fang Hong wanted to recruit Sun Mo as his great-grandson-in-law in public. Do you, the Fang family, don't want to lose face
It’s not like your great-granddaughter can’t get married
But thinking about Sun Mo's resume, everyone was suddenly not surprised. To put it bluntly, Fang Hong seemed to be trying to surpass Sun Mo.
"Ha ha!"
Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, we'll talk about this later, but I have a gracious favor!"
Fang Hong sighed: "I am already so old, and I don't know how many years I have left to live, so I want to ask you for a calligraphy painting."
"Is it a portrait?"
Sun Mo asked. When Fang Hong nodded, he walked to the desk and started drawing.
By painting a portrait, you can sell your personal feelings. Of course you have to do this kind of business. After all, Sun Mo is a master of painting, so he can draw one while talking and laughing.
But after drawing the outline, he suddenly crumpled the rice paper into a ball.
no!
Don't be so hasty!
If Zhou Yasheng still doesn't give up, then I will take this opportunity to completely defeat him! Let everyone know that I, Sun Mo, am the best in the world and the well-deserved leader of the Holy Sect.
The duty of a famous teacher is to teach, educate people, and give guidance. Then I will let Fang Hong suddenly realize the aura of a famous teacher, right
Sun Mo began to recall the conversation he had with Fang Hong when he was climbing the ladder to heaven.
Although she didn't say it explicitly, between the lines, she was full of pride in her career, but she was depressed about her personal life.
Fang Hong once wanted to be a good wife who could support her husband and raise her children, but the unhappiness of her marriage made her focus on her work.
Everyone slowed down their breathing, fearing to disturb Sun Mo's thoughts.
A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo started writing again.
Soon, a small town lined with row upon row, filled with the smoke and smoke of the market, appeared on the paper. Watching the smoke rising into the sky, watching the lifelike salesman dragging the chicken bus through the streets, the cries seemed to fly off the paper and float into the crowd. ears.
There was a group of women washing clothes by the stream. The parents were chatting incessantly. The rich man was holding a cane and chasing his unfilial son.
There was also a drunk man who was bitten by a wild dog, cursed and limped.
…
Everyone didn't know why.
The paintings must be excellent. Those figures the size of soybeans were painted extremely delicately by Sun Mo. Their facial contours were clear, and even the wrinkles on their clothes and the dirt on their shoes gave them a great sense of reality.
This is a market scroll similar to the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival. Although it is great, it does not fit the title of the self-portrait requested by Fang Yasheng, right
And after Sun Mo finished the painting, it was still black and white without coloring, which meant that it was just an ordinary painting and had not become a famous painting.
"What should I do? Do you want to blow or not?"
Qin Yaoguang reached out, poked Li Ziqi's arm, and asked in a low voice.
"Why don't you blow?"
Li Ziqi rolled his eyes, how could famous paintings be made so easily? What's more, the teacher has already completed one painting today.
"That's right, this thing is not a big deal. Many famous painters only have one piece of work in their lifetime!"
When Gu Xiuxun was thinking about her words and how to brag without being refuted, someone had already taken a step ahead of her.
"This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in back then. Although it is backward, it is full of warm memories."
"Look at those people, every move they make seems like they are alive!"
"Not only that, the stream is flowing, and I seem to hear the sound of yarn washing!"
The more everyone talked, the more enthusiastic they became, but suddenly, they were interrupted by a rough voice.
"Come on, don't you feel disgusted when you brag like this? With Sun Yasheng's resume, no one will question his skills even if he can't paint famous paintings, but it's disgusting for you to brag so blindly."
Zhou Yasheng's group of relatives and friends opened fire.
"Yes, extremely disgusting!"
A high-star famous teacher had just finished speaking and was about to continue his efforts. Fang Hong, who had been silent, suddenly erupted with huge spiritual energy fluctuations.
boom! boom! boom!
The intense spiritual pressure swept around, making everyone almost unable to stand.
"this… "
Several saints present were stunned.
They have experienced Saint Chong, so they still remember the process. Fang Hong's current state is that of Chong Saint!
"Get out!, everyone, get out!"
After Wei Ziyou urged them a few words, he simply issued the Holy Word and forcibly expelled them. He was worried that these people staying here would disturb Fang Hong.
Zhou Yasheng's eyes were dull, and then he looked at Sun Mo's scroll. No need to ask, it must be the effect of this thing.
Everyone also thought of this reason. They originally wanted to look at the scroll, but Wei Ziyou had already put it away, otherwise it would be torn to pieces by the violent spiritual energy coming from it.
"Everyone get out!"
Xu Chunbo scolded, and then looked at Zhou Yasheng: "I'm sorry, your icon's inquiry will be postponed for a while!"
In an instant, everyone left the hall, leaving it to Fang Hong.
The wait is long.
After half an hour, the spiritual energy fluctuations calmed down, and then various auspicious beasts transformed by spiritual energy flew into the sky and hovered.
"Is this... done?"
Ji Xiangdong was envious.
Crunch!
The door of the main hall opened, and Fang Hong walked out.
Her body exudes an awe-inspiring and inviolable holy beauty. As she looks around, the majesty of a saint radiates, making people dare not look directly at her.
"Congratulations to Teacher Fang for becoming a saint and taking another step forward in life!"
Everyone saluted respectfully.
At this time, Zhou Yasheng's heart was full of bitterness. This bow made people praise him with all kinds of emotions.
Fang Hong ignored them, but walked straight to Sun Mo and bent down deeply: "Thank you, Teacher Sun, for giving me the painting, which allowed me to untie my knot and be promoted to the sub-sage!"
"Sage Fang is so polite!"
Sun Mo didn't expect that such a thing would happen.
"Ha, guys, am I right? This is not a famous painting, but it is comparable to a famous painting!"
"Yes, can a famous painting promote a sub-sage to a saint?"
"So, you have poor vision!"
The embarrassed people who had just been squeezed out by Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends finally found a reason to fight back. What? Not convinced
Then you call a famous painter and ask him to paint a famous painting to help a sub-sage advance to the next level!
Members of Zhou Yasheng's family and friends group were blushing and wanted to leave immediately.
Zhou Yasheng re-entered the hall with a face of determination and without saying a word. If I can't win this game, then I will die!
"Sage Fang, what's going on?"
Xu Chunbo was curious.
"That painting may be ordinary to you, but to me, it is the most beautiful memory in my life!"
Fang Hong explained: "Look carefully, the boy and girl flying kites on the grass in the suburbs, the boy and girl fishing for fish and shrimp by the stream, the boy and girl crawling side by side on the bed in the study, and the boy and girl reading with their feet up." Boys and girls, are they all the same?”
Everyone admired the painting again.
Only then did I realize that not only that, but there were footprints of this pair of children in many places. They were having so much fun that viewers couldn't help but laugh.
"I told Teacher Sun about my past on the ladder to heaven before!"
Fang Hong sighed.