"Don't ramble, what does this have to do with my aunt?"

Murong Mingyue's face became more and more cold.

Fortunately, the people of Kyushu don't know the meaning of this word, otherwise Murong Mingyue would have to fight with Sun Mo, because this is already blasphemy and flirtation.

"Let me first state that a masterpiece is not something that can be painted if you want to, but a product of a clever hand. ”

Sun Mo is righteous.

What is a magic hand?

It is to look at people and things, or touch the scene, in an instant, inspiration, and then create a famous painting, any famous painting, has its own charm, and there is no ingenuity of the pile.

To put it bluntly, it is similar to composing poems, those famous poems through the ages, are recited by talented poets, the rhetoric may not be gorgeous and beautiful, but the artistic conception is far-reaching enough, so that people can taste it, and the lips and teeth are fragrant, and they will not disperse for a long time.

Murong Mingyue did not deny that although she was a barbarian, she was proficient in the Central Plains culture, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, all of which were well versed in one or two.

"Humph!"

Murong Mingyue didn't pursue it anymore, and she still felt a little guilty and annoyed.

Ay!

I'm in a bad mood, why should I vent it on other people?

Murong Mingyue no longer bothered with Sun Mo and turned to leave.

Seeing that the target is leaving, how can this be done?

I haven't pretended yet, you want to leave?

I will never allow it!

"But I can make a painting that is above the standard. ”

Sun Mo spoke.

"It doesn't matter!"

Murong Mingyue didn't care.

"I'm Gan, why don't you play according to the routine?"

Sun Mo was a little depressed and a little anxious, and immediately racked his brains: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Murong Mingyue still didn't say anything.

"You are angry with me, shouldn't you apologize?"

Sun Mo asked.

"Are you finished?"

Murong Mingyue stopped, turned around and glared at Sun Mo: "Okay, let's go, go to the classroom, I want to see what you can draw!"

"Don't bother!"

When Sun Mo was talking to Murong Mingyue, he had already begun to think about countermeasures, at this time, he walked straight to a peach tree that was hugged by one person, pulled out a wooden knife, brushed it twice, and peeled off the dry bark, revealing the trunk inside.

Murong Mingyue's pupils shrank, what is this guy going to do?

Looks like you're going to paint on a peach tree?

But isn't that a joke?

If you want to paint a famous painting, not to mention using good rice paper and pine smoke into the ink, at least the pen and ink and paper should not be too bad, otherwise halfway through the painting, the paper will be broken directly because of the poor quality, or the brush will be dehaired, which is too annoying.

"Arrogance!"

The corners of Murong Mingyue's lips showed a hint of sarcasm, and then in the next moment, her face sank, and she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Okay, this guy didn't even use a wolf, but directly pulled out a wooden knife and slashed at the trunk of the tree, like this, where he looks like a painter, he is a carpenter.

"Master Murong, don't you even have this little patience?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically.

"Well, I'm going to see what you can get out!"

Murong Mingyue is already brewing rhetoric, she usually doesn't scold people, but when she scolds people, she is like a wild dog that can't stop it.

Hmph, I'll let you know the fierceness of the prairie woman.

Sun Mo was engrossed in it, injecting the spiritual energy into the tip of the knife, slashing across the peach tree.

He didn't want to do this, but the trunk was uneven, and if he wanted to paint with a brush, there would definitely be small flaws, which Sun Mo couldn't bear.

So first carve, leave traces, and then use the wolf howl to dip in ink, and dye it.

If before, Sun Mo wouldn't dare to be so prodigal, after all, carving is a technical job, but now, he is full of confidence.

Because of his puppetry, he is already a master.

This discipline is the most important technique, and the outstanding masters are skilled craftsmen who can make ingenious puppets.

Carving various materials into your own desired shapes is naturally the foundation of the foundation.

Just drawing some patterns on the trunk of the tree, this is much simpler than making a puppet, and Sun Mo also has several saint-level exercises, especially the Heavenly Sword Duel and the Liaoyuan Flame Gun Technique, which allows him to use a wooden knife, like an arm.

Murong Mingyue, who was originally negative and ready to spray people, gradually frowned.

After all, she was a talented puppet master, and she could see that Sun Mo's carving technique was not amazing enough, but it was extremely accurate, which couldn't help but amaze her.

"Is this guy still a puppeteer?"

Murong Mingyue was puzzled.

You must know that when students learn puppetry, they practice their hands, and they do not require the puppet to be whimsical, but to be absolutely accurate, and they can completely reproduce the teacher's work.

Every part is accurate, which is the first rule of the puppeteer.

Soon, Sun Mo finished the frame, then lifted the wolf's hair, dipped it in the ink of the flower and rice spirit pattern, and began to splash the ink.

This kind of ink can increase the effect of the spirit pattern by 10%.

Gradually, strange flowers appeared on the trunk of the tree.

"This is a field of flowers?"

Murong Mingyue subconsciously asked, I don't know why, looking at these clusters of blooming flowers, her mood was inexplicably better.

Sun Mo didn't answer, because he was already completely immersed in creation.

Sunflowers one after another, smiling towards the sun.

This is the autumn sun shining high, and the sky is clear, washing away the haze.

Sun Mo wondered why Murong Mingyue's temper was so bad, when she activated the Divine Insight Technique, and then saw that her will was extremely low, and she fell to single digits.

This made Sun Mo startled, because this was a sign of suicide!

He wanted to encourage Murong Mingyue.

At the same time, it is also to encourage yourself.

Don't look at Sun Mo is smooth sailing now, but he is also under great pressure, the current Zhongzhou School has no influence, and the only one who can handle it is himself and An Xinhui.

Therefore, Sun Mo must be three stars a year, three chiefs, so that he can attract more students, and it will be much more convenient to recruit students in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that Sun Mo wants to prove himself.

He is also a character who does not admit defeat.

In this school full of discrimination against the Central Plains, Sun Mo also held his breath to become the best one and impress all the barbarians.

Murong Mingyue pursed the corners of her mouth, even if this one was not a famous painting, she decided not to speak ill of her, at least the seriousness and dedication of others when they painted, should not be questioned.

"Maybe he's really a famous painter!"

Murong Mingyue sighed, and then laughed at herself, but what does that have to do with me?

Half an hour later, Sun Mo dropped the last stroke, and then stepped back.

The painting is formed, but there are no colorful colors, only ink, which means that it is not a famous painting.

Bang Bang Bang!

Murong Mingyue applauded.

"Very good work, I apologize to you. ”

Murong Mingyue spoke.

She really thinks it's a good piece.

Those flowers, although they can't be named, look like they are full of sunshine and vitality.

And in the field, the girl running into the distance, the pursuit of freedom and dreams, like a flame, like a round of tomorrow, is so dazzling.

"I really envy her!"

Murong Mingyue sighed.

Sun Mo didn't hear these words at all, he stared at the painting, stared at the painting and thought for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and moved the brush again.

"Don't!"

Murong Mingyue subconsciously rushed over and pulled Sun Mo's arm, in her opinion, this painting was already excellent, and there was no need to add to it.

But it was too late.

Sun Mo held the pen and wrote, his movements were atmospheric and bold, and he landed on the picture scroll with a few strokes.

"Ahh

Murong Mingyue exclaimed, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore, Sun Mo was going to spoil this excellent painting, but in the next moment, she couldn't take her eyes off.

Because as a paper kite dotted the sky, the whole painting suddenly lit up with a crystal light, and then the surrounding aura began to surge, and was absorbed by the painting and gathered on it.

Wow!

The ink-colored sunflowers, one by one, became golden, dyed with the wanton harvest of harvest, and in the fields, the breeze blew, making the girl's skirt flutter.

The sun is warm, and paper kites soar.

The girl chased it for a long time, with sweat and pain on her face, but Murong Mingyue's gaze involuntarily fell on the corner of the girl's mouth, attracted by the smile.

For some reason, looking at this sunflower field and the girl chasing the paper kite, Murong Mingyue's mood suddenly brightened.

The wind that blew through the flower fields seemed to blow through her heart, taking away her tiredness and irritability, leaving a piece of tranquility.

"What's it called?"

Murong Mingyue asked, she stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the flower field, but when she was about to approach, she stopped again.

Don't dare to blaspheme.

"What do you want it to be called?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically.

"This is your famous painting!"

Murong Mingyue's voice was trembling, yes, I was not wrong, it was a famous painting.

She didn't expect that this Sun Mo would really do it, and he drew it on the trunk of a peach tree.

It's amazing.

"I gave it to you. ”

Sun Mo smiled and looked at the painting with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the last paper kite became the finishing touch, which instantly enhanced the artistic conception and style of the whole painting, and also made it from a superb painting to a classic painting.

Yes, the classics, the kind that will be passed down to the next generation.

"Give it to me?"

Murong Mingyue was stunned.

"yes, it was originally painted because of you!"

Sun Mo's creative state of mind has already withdrawn, so at this time, he began to brush up his favorability and prepared to trick Murong Mingyue into going home.

"Anyway, she won't be moved to make a promise, right?"

Sun Mo was a little expectant.

After being silent for a while, Murong Mingyue shook her head, and then murmured, "I'm not worthy." Then, Fu asked again, "What is it called?"

"Kite Runner!"

Sun Mo was not polite, and directly named it.

Murong Mingyue stood there quietly, looking at this famous painting, lost her mind for a long time, and only after half an hour did she spit out two words.

"That's great!"

Bite!

From Murong Mingyue's friendship +1000, Esteem (1208/10000).

"It's over!"

Sun Mo was modest, and then he saw Murong Mingyue's eyes, which were red, and tears were falling, haha, so moved?

The fish can't run away now, right?

Flattered!