Lu Zhiruo's eyes widened, staring at the dagger.

"I can't ask for it!"

Sun Mo hurriedly refused: "This is too precious!"

"Eh, this is a bad word, it is difficult to buy a good heart, Zhishi in the past few years, today is undoubtedly my happiest day, read a masterpiece, saw the birth of a famous painting, really fast!"

Zheng Qingfang said, drank another glass, and then coughed.

"Sir, you've drunk too much. ”

The old servant persuaded and was very worried about Zheng Qingfang's body.

"Ahem, it's okay!"

Zheng Qingfang motioned to the old servant not to be troublesome.

He has been a great official in the court for so many years, and he has naturally seen this kind of wonder a few times, but those painters are already in their twilight years.

After all, the skill of painting takes time to accumulate, but Sun Mo, how old is he? Reaching this state at the age of twenty is simply terrifying.

Speaking of novels, although the literary style is a little worse, but the story is very well written, Zheng Qingfang now closes his eyes, the unruly Monkey King, the resolute and persistent Sanzang Master, the lustful and greedy Zhu Bajie, and a sand monk who has no sense of existence but can still be remembered, all of them are vivid......

Zheng Qingfang didn't dare to say that this book was a masterpiece, but a few years later, it became famous in Middle-earth Kyushu, and there was absolutely no problem.

Zheng Qingfang presented Sun Mo with a dagger chasing clouds, purely to appreciate his talent, because this young man who smiles very sunny is a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting!

"Take it, I'm old anyway, and I don't have a chance to ride a horse. ”

Zheng Qingfang saw that Sun Mo was going to resign, so he straightened his face: "If you refuse again, don't you treat me as a confidant?"

The old servant was speechless, master, you can't ride a horse, but your juniors have ridden it, especially your grandson, but you have coveted this dagger for a long time, and you didn't give it to him, and now you give it to Sun Mo, it's strange that your grandson doesn't trouble him.

"It's really too valuable!"

Sun Mo didn't know what to say!

"The teacher is amazing!"

Seeing that Zheng Qingfang insisted on giving such a precious spiritual weapon to Sun Mo, Lu Zhiruo was full of admiration for the teacher.

Bite!

+20 opinion from Lu Zhiruo.

Reputation relationship with Lu Zhiruo, friendly (233/1000).

"Take it, it's a man, don't want your mother-in-law to be numb!"

After Zheng Qingfang handed the dagger to Sun Mo, he drank another cup, and then couldn't help laughing.

"I really didn't expect that I actually saw the birth of a famous painting, and I was still thinking that if you can paint it, you can buy ten taels of a painting, buy yours, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Zheng Qing Fangxin said Fortunately, I didn't make an offer, otherwise I would have lost my life.

Lu Zhiruo and the old servant also laughed, ten taels and a hundred times more than they could buy the westbound map of Sanzang.

What can Sun Mo say? Hand the dagger to Lu Zhiruo, and then keep a modest smile.

Seeing that Sun Mo held back his curiosity and didn't immediately appreciate this dagger, the old servant glanced at Sun Mo again, you must know that many people can't wait to play with this level of treasure when they see it.

Zheng Qingfang drank wine, the more he looked at Sun Mo, the more he appreciated, Sun Mo was not only handsome, but also talented, by the way, do you want to marry his granddaughter to him?

The wine and food were cold, Zheng Qingfang asked the servant to take it down, changed the table, and continued to push the cup and change the cup with Sun Mo, he was so happy today.

After drinking for a while, Zheng Qingfang couldn't help but pick up the manuscript of "Journey to the West" and look at it a few times, and then get up again to enjoy the westward map of Sanzang.

The portraits of other characters are also excellent, but compared to this one, they are still slightly worse.

"Eh, do you always feel like there's something missing?"

Zheng Qingfang finally discovered the blind spot.

Sun Mo was puzzled, but Lu Zhiruo covered her mouth with her small hand and reminded in a low voice: "It's a payment!"

"Yes, it's a payment, a famous painting, how can there be no payment?"

Zheng Qingfang suddenly realized that he hurriedly asked Sun Mo to make up for it.

"Huh?"

Sun Mo was a little embarrassed.

"Write quickly, you don't sign it, who knows this is your work?" Zheng Qingfang urged, and suddenly reacted: "You haven't written a payment before, right?" Wait, is this the first famous painting you created?"

Sun Mo nodded.

"Great!"

Zheng Qingfang was so excited that he didn't need a wine cup, he picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth.

"Sir!"

The old servant was startled.

Zheng Qingfang laughed, if Sun Mo became famous in the future, then his first painting would be too commemorative, so he hurriedly advised: "You must write today's time!"

Sun Mo doesn't care.

"Also, if you publish a book, it's usually under a pen name, what are you going to call it?"

Zheng Qingfang signaled Lu Zhiruo to eat vegetables, don't be restrained.

"Goblins?"

Sun Mo wanted to call Wu Chengen and let people know the original author of "Journey to the West", but thinking that the book was written by himself, in addition to the same content, the text was not the same, and even the characters added their own ideas and made some modifications, such as Zhu Bajie was even more annoying, and Sha Wujing was a black belly, so he gave up.

In case people want to scold after reading it, they will also scold themselves, so they won't give Wu Chengen a black.

"Brother...... Brother what?"

For this unfamiliar word, Zheng Qingfang couldn't form an inherent image in his mind at all.

"Goblins, a kind of monster!"

Sun Mo said casually, in fact, he was testing Zheng Qingfang, this kind of official, he must have seen a lot of the market, if even he doesn't know, it means that there is no such thing.

"You've figured it out, right? Is it the monster that will appear in the second half of "Journey to the West"?"

Zheng Qingfang was curious.

"It's not. ”

Sun Mo is a very curious person, and he wants to know what other places outside of Middle-earth and Kyushu, such as whether there is a Western Kingdom, whether there are dragons and swords and magic.

At present, it seems that there is none.

"Is it from another book?"

Zheng Qingfang stared at Sun Mo with burning eyes, eager for him to introduce him immediately.

"I've figured it out, I'll call it Gandalf!"

Sun Mo diverted the topic: "It doesn't have any meaning, it's just called casually." ”

"It's up to you!"

Zheng Qingfang slept early on weekdays because of his health, but today he pulled Sun Mo to talk until late at night.

It was too late, the school gates were closed, and coupled with Zheng Qingfang's hospitality, Sun Mo and Lu Zhiruo stayed in the guest room.

The next morning, Zheng Qingfang was stunned and endured the headache after the hangover, got up early to accompany Sun Mo to have breakfast, and then sent him away.

"Master, he's not a famous teacher, but he writes novels and draws well, as for being so good to him?"

The old servant couldn't understand that the old man actually gave him the capital of the Cloud Chasing Dagger.

"I have stood in the court for forty-seven years without falling, relying on these eyes that know people, that Sun Mo, there is a temperament that I can't say!"

Zheng Qingfang stood at the door of the bookstore, looking at the figure of the carriage in the distance.

"Temperament, I admit he's pretty good-looking!"

The old servant didn't find any temperament.

"You don't understand!"

Zheng Qingfang didn't want to explain, people who can draw a map of Sanzang's westward journey must also have hills and ravines hidden in their chests, and the artistic conception of that painting can't be faked.

In the future, Sun Mo will come back and entertain him as a distinguished guest. ”

Zheng Qingfang commanded.

......

got out of the carriage in front of the Zhongzhou Academy, Sun Mo paid the money, and walked in.

Lu Zhiruo held a small wooden box full of one thousand taels of silver and followed behind like a little tail, she looked at Sun Mo's gaze from time to time, full of admiration.

Mr. Sun is so good, he wrote a novel, and he earned a thousand taels, and there will be a manuscript fee later, and he also has superb painting skills.

I really didn't expect that Mr. Sun was still a famous painter who could draw wonderful brushstrokes, and those illustrations yesterday were really beautiful.

"Oh, I really want the teacher to draw a portrait of himself!"

Lu Zhiruo pursed her lips, and then quickly touched the cloud-chasing dagger in her arms.

Fortunately, I didn't lose it, this is a spiritual weapon, if it is gone, Lu Zhiruo can only commit suicide to apologize.

Thinking that Zheng Qingfang actually gave such a precious gift, Lu Zhiruo is still a little unbelievable now, anyway, he is reluctant to change it for himself, and it is better to leave it to his family.

"Die-hard fans are terrible!"

Lu Zhiruo sighed: "But it is even more terrifying to be able to conquer Mr. Sun, who is a die-hard fan!"

Bite!

Opinion +10 from Lu Zhiruo.

Yu Lu Zhiruo's prestige relationship, friendly (243/1000).

Listening to the sudden sound of prompts, Sun Mo couldn't help but turn around, I know you have big breasts, but you are not a cow, do you want to contribute so frequently.

Papaya Niang's eyes bent, and she immediately showed a sweet smile, then held the small wooden box with one hand, and grabbed the corner of Sun Mo's clothes with the other.

Seeing Sun Mo, Uncle Qin, who was guarding the gatehouse, immediately walked in and greeted him.

"Teacher Sun, good morning!"

"Uncle Qin is good!"

Sun Mo nodded and handed over a pack of tobacco leaves: "I bought it at the market in the morning!"

"Don't dare to be! Don't dare to be!"

Uncle Qin hurriedly waved his hand and did not answer.

Because he was guarding the school gate, he saw a lot of people and heard a lot of gossip, so Uncle Qin already knew that Sun Mo had recruited five students, and he had been recognized by the school leaders, and he had officially joined the company, which was a matter of the past few days.

For trainee teachers, Uncle Qin can still maintain some sense of superiority, after all, nine of the ten of them can't stay, but for regular teachers, it's not good.

The difference between the status of the person who watched the door and the teacher was too big, if it weren't for Sun Mo's promotion, Uncle Qin would not have taken the initiative to greet him with a smile, let alone come out of the gatehouse.

In the past, Uncle Qin greeted him through the window, which was good.

"Take it, I don't smoke dry tobacco, and it's a waste to keep it. ”

A pack of tobacco leaves is only a few dollars, even if Sun Mo doesn't have this huge amount of manuscript fees, he can afford to buy it, and give Uncle Qin something, just to make it easier to enter and exit the school gate in the future.

In case you return in the middle of the night, you will be able to talk when you encounter a curfew.

Seeing that Sun Mo really bought it for himself, Uncle Qin quickly rubbed his hands on his pants, wiped off the sweat and dust, and then bent down slightly, stretched out his hands and took it.

Sun Mo noticed that the last time he delivered tobacco leaves, Uncle Qin took it with one hand, coupled with the details of bending over, he deduced from these two subtle movements that Uncle Qin should know that he was promoted.

"Teacher Sun, go slowly!"

Uncle Qin waited for Sun Mo to walk out more than twenty meters away before returning to the gatehouse, and after putting away the tobacco leaves, he couldn't help but sigh, look at people's emotional intelligence, they are so good at being a person, no wonder they can eat Principal An's bowl of soft rice.

Sun Mo put away his things and went to the library to prepare things for class, but it didn't take long for a young woman to come over.