"It's coming, it's coming, the feeling is coming, I have a hunch, I'm going to create a famous painting today!"
Miao Mu splashed ink, and his expression varied from excitement to ferociousness according to the artistic conception expressed in the painting. As for the noisy discussions of the guests around him, he could no longer hear them because he had already entered a state where he forgot both things and me.
Then, some spots of light flashed across his eyes.
"Haha, what a wonderful stroke!"
Miao Mu was overjoyed and was about to continue his efforts, but when his eyes fell on the scroll, he was stunned. Why was it not colored
Wait, how come all these spots of light are gone
Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu followed the path of these light spots, and then found that they fell on the rice paper in front of Sun Mo.
This guy who was so arrogant just now, the wolf hair he was holding in his hand was shining brightly with fluorescent light.
"What?"
Miao Mu's body shook, and Lang Hao uncontrollably drew an ink mark on the scroll that shouldn't have appeared.
For painting, this is a huge mistake, and it is basically impossible to achieve a state of wonderful painting. However, with Miao Mu's painting skills, it can be remedied, and at least it can produce a good work.
But now, it all makes no sense.
"Wonderful...wonderful writing brings flowers to life?"
Miao Mu's face was filled with shock, as if he had seen a beautiful woman marrying an ugly beggar covered with abscesses, and he was also a bad old man who was over seventy years old.
How can this be
This is not a wonderful painting. It is a state that cannot be achieved by non-famous painters. Even if the family has a mine, it cannot be bought. It depends purely on talent.
But this Sun Mo...
how old is he? Seems to be twenty years old
When Miao Mu thought of this incident, he suddenly felt very angry and jealous. He felt that he had lived like a dog for the past thirty years.
"Miao Mu, calm down, you may have seen it wrong!"
Miao Mu rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then despaired. Yes, the spiritual energy spots were lingering, and the colors on the rice paper were bright, which was a wonderful stroke!
"fail!"
"fail!"
"fail!"
Completely out of instinct, Miao Mu began to curse Sun Mo in his heart for failure. As for his own painting, he could no longer continue because he was upset.
After half an hour, Sun Mo put away 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. Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps forward, stand on tiptoes, and crane their necks to look around.
"Master Miao, do you want to continue painting?"
Qi Muen asked.
According to convention, in a painting competition, only when both parties have completed the painting, or the specified time has passed, can the painting competition begin. But in this situation, Miao Mu 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 disappeared.
Why
It was obviously a banquet for me to become famous, so why did a layman steal my attention
"Master Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force it!"
Zheng Qingfang advised.
"Master Miao, why don't you go down and rest for a while?"
Qi Muen gave Miao Mu a step down.
You are very famous, claiming to be the best painter in Jinling, but in the painting competition, Sun Mo made a famous painting, do you take the lead
The only thing that can beat famous paintings is famous paintings!
If you are interested, go down quickly and don't delay everyone's appreciation of the paintings.
"me… "
Beads of sweat broke out on Miao Mu's forehead. Ever since he painted his first famous painting three years ago, wherever he went, he was treated like a master. He had never been so embarrassed before.
Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his pride as a famous painter made him stay because he could not escape without a fight.
"I'm fine, let's enjoy the paintings!"
Miao Mu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Accepting failure calmly was also a kind of experience.
"Come here, show me the painting!"
Zheng Qingfang waved his hand proudly, and two tall maids immediately came forward, one on the left and one on the right. They held the rice paper with their fair hands and showed the scroll to the guests.
Wow!
The whole audience suddenly burst into exclamation.
On the rice paper, the green grass grows as far as the eye can see, as if it extends to the horizon. Under the clear blue sky, the clouds roll in and out.
There is a group of horses resting lazily by the lake.
But there are seven ponies except them. They are galloping like lightning, running wildly with their hooves raised, chasing the few flowing clouds in the sky.
Their hooves picked up the soil and trampled the grass. Their manes and tails were fluttering in the wind, like flags flying!
The content of this famous painting is not complicated, but the overall composition is bold and majestic. It makes people feel like they are on the vast prairie all of a sudden, integrated with the world, and then there is the horse running wildly, the smooth muscle lines , it’s simply intoxicating, and you can feel the power and beauty contained in it just by taking a glance at it.
After marveling, the guests fell silent and carefully admired the picture of galloping horses.
This is the power of famous paintings. Even if you don’t understand it, you can still feel its charm.
"A masterpiece, what a masterpiece. Just taking a look at it, I felt full of power in my heart and wanted to run like those horses!"
Governor Fang was full of praise.
"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 hide it so well!" And your talent, is it like a river that never ends
Ding!
Favorability from Yue Rongbo +100, friendly (836/1000).
"I told you before, the teacher is the best!"
Lu Zhiruo looked calm: "Okay, okay, don't be surprised, this is just a basic operation, just applaud!"
Ying Baiwu has never doubted this.
Gudu!
Li Ziqi looked at the picture of galloping horses and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Compared with the papaya girl who blindly worshiped Sun Mo and the iron-headed girl who didn't know how to draw, Xiao Hebao knew how difficult it was to achieve the state of wonderful brushwork!
As for the teacher, he has it at his fingertips!
My dear, teacher, you are God’s favorite child, right
…
Gu Xiuxun looked at the famous paintings and suddenly turned her head to look at An Xin Hui. She had always admired An An Hui, but now, she suddenly disliked her, and even felt a little jealous.
Why did you get such an excellent fiancé
"I suddenly felt that I might not be worthy of him!"
An Xinhui clapped and sighed.
Gu Xiuxun was startled and quickly lowered her head, "No... no way, Sister Xinhui is also very good!"
…
"Prince Li, how are you?"
Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard, turned his head and asked with a smile.
Li Zixing looked gloomy and vomited blood in depression. What could he say? I can only praise!
"good very good!"
This is a famous painting. Even if Li Zixing is a noble member of the royal family, he is not qualified to evaluate it.
"Haha, what's so good about it?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Why do not you go to hell?"
Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang, cursed in his mind, and said in a firm tone: "I'm sorry, I'm so inexperienced that I can't tell!"
Li Zixing had received a royal education after all, and he could see the merits of this famous painting, but having him praise his son's murderer was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Master Miao, since Prince Li doesn't understand, then you are a famous painter. You can always tell, right?"
Zheng Qingfang turned the gun.
"This painting shows the passion and vigor of a young man!"
Miao Mu spoke, feeling very embarrassed. He said it casually.
"Everyone, Master Sun, oh, I should call him Master Sun. After all, he painted a famous painting and deserves to be called a master." Zheng Qingfang smiled and looked around the guests: "Then did he comment on other people's paintings just now? Where are the qualifications?”
"Of course there is!"
Governor Fang nodded.
The guests who just thought that Sun Mo was making a big mistake were a little embarrassed at this time, because when a famous painter evaluates a painting, even if the author of the painting is present, he cannot be said to be unqualified.
Then they looked at Miao Mu, remembering that he just said that Sun Mo was a layman and didn't know how to paint, and as a result, he himself was hanged...
This... this is so humiliating that it makes people want to die!
But having said that, this Sun Mo is too awesome, right? Can you break records, be the chief, and paint famous paintings
Is there anything else you can't do
"Master Sun, how long do you usually practice painting?"
Qi Muen was curious.
"I haven't practiced much, I just draw randomly in my free time!"
Sun Mo forced himself to explain that he had been too busy recently and had originally planned to draw some small movie characters for his own entertainment, but he didn't have time.
Wow!
The guests exclaimed, is this the so-called genius
Fang Wuji had been drinking and didn't pay attention to these things at all, but Liu Mubai saw it. To be honest, he was a little jealous.
After all, no one would dislike having many skills.
"Calm down! Calm down! Painting skills are a secret!"
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 all people!"
"Flattery!"
Although Liu Mubai continued to scold him, in his heart, he liked this direct disciple even more. You, Sun Mo, have Xuanyuan Po and Ying Baiwu, and I am not bad either. Han Zisheng is one person who can match your six direct disciples.
"Master Sun, I wonder if I can part with this famous painting?"
Governor Fang rubbed his hands with some anticipation.
"Fang Lun, you are wrong. I just said that I have already reserved Master Sun's paintings."
Zheng Qingfang quickly spoke up.
If Sun Mo refused, he might offend Fang Lun, so he had to resist by himself. Besides, he would never miss such a famous painting.
"You old man Zheng, you are so scheming, you are so shameless."
Governor Fang cursed loudly. Of course, this was a joke among friends.
Li Zixing's original intention was to suppress Sun Mo, but when the fight ended, he became famous instead. How could this work? He glanced at Miao Mu, this guy was hit, and he was expected to die, so Li Zixing looked at Ni Jingting.
At the critical moment, I still have to rely on you!
"Ahem!"
Ni Jingting coughed twice.
The surrounding chatter immediately subsided, and the guests also looked over. Ni Jingting is a three-star famous teacher, which is the respect he deserves.
"Master Sun, painting skills are just a minor thing. We, the famous teachers, should still consider teaching and educating people as the fundamental thing!"
Ni Jingting taught a lesson.
"Ha ha!"
Li Zixing was secretly happy and asked if you were angry
Your star rating is low, so you have to be disciplined by me? Otherwise, you dare to refute? The label of disrespecting the seniors will be placed on your head. When word spreads, the seniors in the world of famous teachers will definitely be unhappy with you.