Someone wants to harm him, this is not important, Dongchang Fanzi, that is not important, Xiao Qi's origin is a little unclear, this is even less important. What Su Mo cares about www.biquge.info is that in the news brought by Xiao Qi, the word "child" is occasionally spoken.

This child is obviously referring to Wei'er, and Wei'er is also associated with the word "snake", what is the connection between the two?

Su Mo frowned, thinking for a long time. Factory Guard, Factory Guard, why is it that only the East Factory covets Wei'er, but Jinyiwei has no movement? Is it really just a coincidence?

Su Mo didn't dare to take this kind of luck. So he not only instructed Chu Yushan to add twenty more guards to the backyard, but also arranged for Shi Yue to follow Fu Bo.

Although Su Mo didn't say anything about Wei'er, he silently took care of Wei'er tightly and put it on the top priority of the entire Su Mansion. With the centering dispatch of the old Fuber, the danger should be minimized.

As for saying that Su Mo was missing Shi Yue by his side, it happened that the fat man casually made up for this shortcoming.

For the fat man's kung fu, Su Mo naturally wanted to investigate. The fat man really lived up to his expectations, and twenty steps away from the flying knife in one hand, the incense head was neatly broken, without exception, which made Su Mo overjoyed.

The attack is no problem, and the next step is to look at the defense. The fat man claimed to be invulnerable, so Su Mo personally rushed up with a big knife, turning the fat man's frightened face green.

"Childe, Childe, don't!" The fat man hugged his head and ran around, and his fat body was surprisingly light when he ran.

"Bastard, don't run! Since you're invulnerable, just stand still and let Childe and I have the addiction of slashing. Su Mo chased after him with a big knife.

The fat man was about to cry: "No, no, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's not invulnerability, it's invulnerability, it's inaccessibility, it's inaccessible!"

"Hmm, is it difficult to enter, is there a difference between not entering?" Su Mo finally stopped chasing, and asked seriously with a knife in one hand and a chin in the other.

"Yes, yes! there must be!" the fat man cried out in a sweat. "The so-called difficult to enter means that after a small cast is deployed, the damage can be reduced to the greatest extent, but it must be supplemented by body dodging and luck exercises. If you stand still and let the knife cut and rob, you will never be lucky, and you will never be lucky. ”

"That's right. Su Mo blinked, and ordered Xu Guangzuo and the others to besiege with knives and guns, but the fat man didn't have time to say more, his round face was covered with beads of sweat, and he desperately moved and dodged.

After a period of tossing, sure enough, in addition to a few scratches on the clothes, the skin and flesh left a few scratches at most.

Xu Guangzuo's eyes lit up, staring at the fat man as if he had found a treasure, and what he thought about in his heart was how to learn this kung fu.

Su Mo was also overjoyed, but he was more curious about the kung fu itself. "I've heard that this kind of golden bell cover iron cloth shirt is similar to the kung fu with a covered door. Where's the door of your kung fu?"

The fat man looked confused, and covered the door, What is that? Sounds amazing.

So Su Mo began to popularize science. After a while, his eyes first wandered around the fat man's head, and then he turned to the next three roads.

The fat man felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and the chrysanthemums shrank and shrank. "No, there really isn't a child, there's no cover door. This small kung fu is actually a kind of skill, the whole body is the same, there is nothing special that can be touched or killed. ”

The windmill with the fat man's hands is also similar, and he wails in his heart: Where did this Su Immortal Master hear the strange theory, isn't it the method in the art of immortals? But the fat man is a mortal, a mortal, a fairy.

Well, I was deceived by martial arts novels again. When I have the opportunity to go back, I must castrate those who write martial arts novels! Su Shenxian was embarrassed, thinking stupidly. With his hands behind his back, he pretended to look up at the sky, and then walked back to his room to rest.

A low snickerer rang out behind him.

After turning the day, it was estimated that the time was almost up, and everyone went to the venue again. Today is the last day, after two days, nine out of ten of the scholars who participated in the cultural meeting have left their traces, and the next thing is to wait to see the final performance of Su Mosu Gongzi.

Not to mention the performance of the previous fighting skills with Li Zhaoxian, just the shocking three-dimensional painting on the stage yesterday has completely conquered all the scholars.

At this time, the paintings on the stage have been put away, and yesterday I had to build a shed to cover it because the ink had not dried and there was no way. After a night, the ink dries and of course has to be put away. Besides, the morning meeting will continue.

So when Su Mo came on stage again to paint, the stage was back to the way it had been on the first day. The only difference was that there were originally only four easels standing on the platform, but according to Su Mo's request, they were arranged in a circle around the platform.

The next thing Su Mo wants to do is a comic strip.

Still drawing with charcoal, it is a desolate picture from the beginning. Thousands of miles of red land, floating corpses everywhere. Hunger can be seen everywhere, stretching horizontally and vertically to a far and far place, but in the middle of the picture there is a little monk standing alone.

The little monk looked at the prospect with compassion in his eyes, and his face was full of grief and indignation.

At first, everyone didn't know what it meant, and they all speculated. Mao Ji and the others also frowned and thought about it, but in a moment, their color suddenly changed, they looked at each other, and their faces became solemn.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was once a small novice, which is well known in later generations. But at the time, there weren't many people who knew about these situations without the horrific messages of later generations.

Especially after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne and became the emperor, and matters involving him became a kind of taboo and should not be easily said. Otherwise, there is a possibility of blaspheming the Heavenly Family, and that will punish the Nine Clans.

So Su Mo suddenly drew such a picture, and when Mao Ji and the others thought of it, their faces suddenly changed.

Sure enough, the next painting after another completely confirmed everyone's conjecture. The Red Turban Uprising, the 800 warriors slightly Dingyuan, the battle of Chuzhou, Kehe County, Zhenhe Prefecture, followed by the crossing of the Yangtze River, Dingyingtian, and the unification of Jiangnan;

After that, it was the battle of Zhang Shicheng in the two Huai battles, the destruction of Chen Youliang in Poyang Lake, the suppression of Zhang Shicheng in the Pingjiang Campaign, and the surrender of Guozhen.

In October of the twenty-seventh year of Zheng, 100,000 troops took Shandong, entered Henan, and captured Tongguan, and most of the Yuan Dynasty defeated themselves without a fight. In the next year, the Ming Dynasty was established.

Su Mo's pen walked the dragon and snake, and it was done in one go. Each picture is painted using 3D techniques, and no matter the people or scenery at a glance, it is as if you want to come out of the picture. The spirit of Jin Ge's iron horse and the power of the lion of a hundred battles rushed to the face, making people seem to have returned to the vast ancient battlefield in an instant, accompanied by Taizu's conquest of the world, and determined the future.

Everyone on and off the stage only felt that their blood was flushed, their faces were red, and they couldn't wait to scream to vent their happiness.

When the picture of the founding of the Ming Dynasty was drawn, everyone thought it was going to end. Unexpectedly, Su Mo did not stop, the brush in his hand waved again, and the picture also changed, and suddenly the paintings of farming women weaving, persuasion and education, and revitalization of all industries were displayed one by one.

However, these pictures are no longer limited to the Hongwu period, but all the way across the reign of Xingzong, Taizong, Ren, Xuan, Ying, Dai, and Xian, until the current Xiaozong Hongzhi Emperor.

It covers all kinds of political, military, cultural, and economic fields, and gathers all outstanding things in the fields of scholars, agriculture, industry, and commerce, and is sprinkled with more than 70 pictures in total. Together with the previous founding scroll, a total of one hundred and eight pairs of wholes.

This number is the product of Su Mo's intention. The ancients always had special explanations for these numbers, and since Su Mo had the intention to take advantage of the situation, of course he would not let go of this technique.

It took more than two hours and nearly six hours to complete this painting, which can be called the first masterpiece of contemporary times. It is such a masterpiece that has completely established the supreme status of the grandmaster of Su Mo's painting world, and properly stepped into the ranks of the world's famous people.

When he put away his pen, his somewhat stiff body was about to announce the end to the judges, but he was suddenly stunned.

Where are the judges on the stage, and half of the judges are gone. On the contrary, there are figures everywhere around him, gathering in front of the paintings in twos and threes, or whispering or obsessed, and they don't know when they completely mess up the order.

After finally coming back to his senses, after concentrating on searching, he saw Mr. Kong Hongxu in front of a painting for a long time, supported by his son, with a trembling beard pointing to the painting in front of him and saying something, with an expression of excitement and excitement on his face.

If you look closely, you can't help it. That picture is the first year of Hongwu, the Ming Dynasty Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang named the 55th generation of Confucius's descendant Kong Xixue as the Holy Prince, and established it as a positive product, ranking among the ministers.

When this old gentleman saw the glory of his ancestors, how could he not be excited? Except for his father and son, the rest of them, such as Mao Ji, Xie Duo, and Hu Guangjian, were all drowned in the sea of people, and they could not be found for a while.

Not only these old gentlemen, but also Zhang Yue, Wang Mi and others, were nowhere to be found at this time. Looking at it, the originally wide platform was already full of people, and there was no place to settle down.

Su Mo stood alone for a while, full of helplessness. But even if he was proud. Did these few paintings shock you like this? But I don't know if the master's methods are not over, this is just the beginning, wait until the follow-up big moves are released one by one, see who dares to provoke themselves easily?

Thinking in his heart, he turned his head and took a large pen on the case, dipped it in thick ink, strode to the first easel, moved a position slightly, and then put a large piece of paper on the shelf, and wrote it down with a pen, but it was five huge three-dimensional books: the Celestial Empire Fortune Map.

The five three-dimensional characters appear one by one, as if standing out of thin air. The atmosphere is quaint, but it also seems to have a certain mysterious atmosphere.

Su Mo finished writing, took two steps back and looked at it, with a look of satisfaction on his face. As he was measuring it, someone next to him suddenly praised: "Good penmanship!