Because the spiritual energy gathered and the concentration increased, the bookstore suddenly became bright.
The spiritual energy spots were flickering, like fireflies by the river in midsummer, covering up the light of the butter candles.
"This...is this a wonderful stroke of genius, right?"
Lu Zhiruo covered her mouth with her little hand, her face full of shock. She didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo's painting.
"Sure, look at the colors on the painting."
The old servant was also very quiet, lower than the noise made by mosquitoes. He was also afraid of disturbing Sun Mo.
You must know that even for famous painters, this kind of state can only be encountered but cannot be sought, so if Sun Mo interrupts, this painting of Tripitaka's Journey to the West will be ruined.
When the time comes, not to mention that the master will scold him, even he will want to hit him to death.
Like ancient China, Kyushu in Central China has low productivity and lacks pigments, so white rice paper and black ink are the mainstream for writing and painting.
This is also a characteristic of Chinese painting.
But when a famous painter enters the realm of wonderful brushwork and starts creating, everything becomes completely different.
The spiritual energy is attached to the end of Langhao's pen. As the famous painter creates freely and freely, the lines revealed by the pen also take on brilliant colors.
Famous painters can draw the desired color by moving their thoughts and thoughts, and it is no longer a simple black ink color.
The setting sun at dusk reflects the sunset glow, which is orange-red.
In the lush green mountains, filled with the miasma of twilight, Master Tripitaka, who has been covered in dust, holds the reins and jumps over a giant tree that was struck down by lightning.
Because of the wonderful brushwork, the dirt on the corners of Master Tripitaka's clothes, the dirty coat of the white dragon horse, and the nine-ring tin staff that is still shining even if it is covered with dust, every detail is imbued with perfect color.
Zheng Qingfang and the other three stopped talking. Even though they were extremely curious and wanted to watch closely, at this time, they all slowed down and quietly backed away.
At this moment, no one dared to disturb Sun Mo and the birth of a famous painting.
Yes, once a painting is born with wonderful brushstrokes and dyed with color, it is recognized as a famous painting, and even the most demanding judges cannot deny it.
Even if there was a famous painter present at this time, he could say that Sun Mo's painting skills were not good enough, that the artistic conception of this painting was poor, and that it was not good enough, but he would never dare to say that this painting was not a famous painting.
This is the absolute standard for famous paintings because of the wonderful strokes.
If this painting is sold, it will definitely fetch a high price. Those dignitaries who like traditional Chinese painting can collect it without worrying about being cheated, even if they don't understand painting, because the gorgeous colors are enough to prove its worth.
After a long time, Sun Mo stepped back, dropped the wolf hair, folded his hands and stared at the painting.
At this time, the atmosphere in the bookstore suddenly became lighter.
At this time, Zheng Qingfang and the other three dared to breathe loudly, applaud and express their opinions.
At this time, it is time to appreciate famous paintings.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Zheng Qingfang clapped his hands excitedly, walked over, and kept praising him.
"Great painting!"
"Great painting!"
"What a painting!"
Zheng Qingfang stared at Tripitaka's Journey to the West and praised it three times in a row, but he couldn't express his feelings directly.
The colors of this painting are not bright. Because it uses more gray tones, it looks like a struggling and depressing atmosphere, which makes people feel uncomfortable. But this discomfort, when looking at Sanzang, everything is like ice and snow melting. .
Sanzang's eyes were firm and bright, looking into the distance!
Sanzang's steps were light and powerful, and he overcame the disaster!
Sanzang's expression showed his perseverance and perseverance in retrieving the scriptures. No matter how difficult and far away the journey to the West was, he would never back down.
Already old and decrepit
No, when Zheng Qingfang looked at this painting, he just felt that the road was moving forward and he could fight for another twenty years
Lu Zhiruo held her hands tightly, and sweat broke out on the tip of her excited nose. The cowardice and inferiority in her heart dissipated at this time, leaving only thick persistence.
"I want to be a person that makes my father proud, and I will definitely let him recognize me!"
Lu Zhiruo remembered the vow she made when she left home.
"master!"
The old servant couldn't help shouting. Thinking of the ups and downs he had experienced with Zheng Qingfang over the past many years, he couldn't help crying: "You didn't succeed!"
"Yeah, it didn't work!"
Zheng Qingfang shook his head. It was all his fault that his body was so unsatisfactory. If only he could break through the bottleneck and enter the Thousand Life Stage, even if his life span was only ten years.
"Did I draw this?"
Disbelief gradually appeared on Sun Mo's face.
"Yes!"
The system's tone was calm, but it was also a bit shocked at this time.
Although master-level painting skills are given as skills and can be used effortlessly, it does take a period of practice to achieve perfection.
The fact that he has reached this level of mastery and actually entered the realm of wonderful brushstrokes is enough to show that Sun Mo has outstanding talent in painting.
"Could it be that Sun Mo was a painter in his previous life until he was hit by an arrow in the knee?"
The system guesses.
"This is a wonderful stroke of genius!"
Zheng Qingfang praised again and again, then looked at Sun Mo and hesitated: "Little friend Sun, I have a heartfelt request!"
Ding!
Favorability from Zheng Qingfang +30.
Reputation relationship with Zheng Qingfang, neutral (40/100).
"Uncle Zheng is out of town, please tell me!"
Sun Mo didn't dare to take it too big, and he also explained: "This painting is an accidental painting by a good hand. If you ask me to draw the same one again, I won't be able to draw it."
Zheng Qingfang's eyes lit up and he laughed: "Haha, a wonderful hand comes by chance? This word is used well!"
"The teacher is so awesome!"
Lu Zhiruo finally had a chance to praise.
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Zhiruo +30.
Reputation relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (213/1000).
Ding!
Favorability from the old servant +30.
The reputation relationship with the old servant is opened, and the current status is neutral (30/100).
The old servant didn't say anything, but the favorability rating he gave was enough to show his appreciation and admiration for Sun Mo.
"Little friend Sun, I wonder if you can part with this painting and give it to me?"
After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he quickly added: "You won't let Sun Xiaoyou suffer any loss. No matter how much, Sun Xiaoyou just asks!"
"Forget the money, if Uncle Zheng likes it, just take it!"
Sun Mo chuckled.
To be honest, this painting is great, and it is also his first famous painting. It is very commemorative, and he is really reluctant to give it away. However, facing his die-hard fans, Sun Mo will definitely give it up.
Who is Zheng Qingfang
As a high-ranking official, I have seen countless young talents, but my favorability score is 30, which is considered a full score. This shows that people appreciate me very much.
And the thousand taels of silver just now, I gave them away without saying a word, just so that I could finish writing "Journey to the West" without any worries.
Who is this? This is a confidant!
Sun Mo was not a stingy person to begin with, and he would definitely not ask for money in this situation.
"How can that be done? This is a famous painting, worth tens of thousands of gold!"
Zheng Qingfang shook his head. With his status, he also had a lot of calligraphy and painting collections at home, but only three of them reached the level of wonderful paintings.
There is no way, once this kind of famous painting appears on the market, it will cause crazy rush, because it can really affect the mood of the person who appreciates the painting.
Just like this picture of Tripitaka's Journey to the West, once someone's life is hard, his work is annoying, and he has lost his spirit, just taking a look at it will immediately fill him with fighting spirit and enthusiasm.
This is the charm of famous paintings!
"Uncle Zheng, if you think highly of me, please stop saying this."
Sun Mo sat back at the table: "Come, drink!"
Zheng Qingfang hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and told the old servant: "Go and get my Cloud Chasing Dagger!"
"master!"
The old servant obviously guessed Zheng Qingfang's thoughts and quickly advised him.
"Go get it!"
Zheng Qingfang scolded him, then sat back in the dining room, drank a full glass, then reluctantly got up, and stood in front of the desk again, admiring the painting of Tripitaka's Journey to the West.
In this painting, Master Tripitaka's persistence, his courage and perseverance in vowing to obtain the true scriptures are really touching.
Soon, the old servant brought a wooden box.
"Little friend Sun, I have a little gift for you."
Zheng Qingfang took the box, opened it, and took out the dagger inside: "This was given to me by the King of Tang in the early years."
The King of Tang is the emperor of the Tang Kingdom.
This dagger is extremely gorgeous. It is more like a work of art than a murder weapon. The handle is inlaid with several precious gems, the blade is engraved with exquisite patterns, and a string of necklaces hangs down.
Listening to Zheng Qingfang's introduction, Sun Mo stared at the dagger and activated the Divine Insight.
"Zhuiyun, a dagger, about half a foot long, willow leaf-shaped, top-grade spiritual weapon. This dagger has a summoning effect. When you recite the incantation, you can summon a soul beast."
Zheng Qingfang stroked the dagger and was filled with emotion.
"This dagger once saved my life!" Zheng Qingfang showed a nostalgic look: "Back then, I was at the border and was surrounded by the Wu army. I escaped only by the divine horse summoned by this dagger."
"Use this dagger to cut your finger and recite the incantation silently, and you can summon a divine horse named Chaiyun, which can travel thousands of miles a day without getting tired."
The old servant explained, feeling very reluctant to give away the dagger that had been with him for more than thirty years.
The so-called soul beast is a beast that has opened its spiritual intelligence and contains the aura of heaven and earth in its body. After death, its spiritual consciousness is still reluctant to leave this world. Coupled with chance, it transforms into a soul beast.
The birth rate of soul beasts is too low, so each one is priceless. There is no way to compare with Sun Mo's famous painting.
The divine horse Zhuiyun is a bloody horse. It was the mount of the previous generation King Tang and was deeply loved by him. After Zhuiyun died, because of his deep bond with King Tang, he transformed into a soul beast and still stayed with him.
Because this horse is a soul beast, it never gets tired, is neither hungry nor thirsty, and is as light as a swallow. When it runs, it can catch up with the fleeting clouds in the sky, so it is named Zhuiyun.
"The reason why this dagger is a top-grade spiritual weapon and does not reach the level of a holy weapon is because its attack is too poor. But when it comes to escaping, it is absolutely top-grade."
Zheng Qingfang handed the dagger to Sun Mo: "As long as you ride on it, the white clouds in the sky and the gentle wind on the ground will not be able to catch up with you!"