"Change a piece of rice paper!"

Sun Mo commanded: "Be at least eighteen feet long! One and a half feet wide!"

"Huh?"

King Qi was stunned for a moment, and then became excited, Sun Mo is going to make a big one, otherwise why is it such a big rice paper?

"Go, go!"

King Qi urged.

"Sun Mo, it's almost enough!"

Li Xiu was heartbroken and persuaded that this kind of famous painting should be placed in the Tang Kingdom, and now it will be cheaper.

"It's just a painting!"

Sun Mo doesn't care, he is repaying the favor.

People are mixed in society, and they always have to involve human feelings, Sun Mo himself does not need the friendship of King Qi, but the gourd babies do.

In case one day, they committed an accident in the Qi country, or wanted to seek refuge, Sun Mo hoped that the king of Qi would see his face and give them some care.

Soon, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready, and Sun Mo stood in front of the table, closed his eyes, and began to brew emotions.

If you want to say that the most famous Chinese painting of the flower planter, it must be the Qingming Riverside Picture of Zhang Zeduan, which simply integrates the style of the Great Song Dynasty into one picture.

Sun Mo has seen this famous painting, but he will not copy it, but imitate his ideas and prepare to paint a picture of Jin Ling Fengyue.

This is the city he knows most and has the most feelings.

Sun Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity, dipped his pen in ink, and began to write!

Start small, a swallow, autumn to spring, pecking at the spring mud, under the eaves of a farmhouse, to build its new nest.

The door opened, and a boy ran out with a fish basket, and not far away, there was a small river, and peasant women on both sides of the river were fetching water and washing clothes!

Looking along the water, there were more people, and the shouts of the merchants, the shouts of the hurry, and the juggling voices seemed to be able to break through the paper and clearly reach the ears of everyone.

This is because the expressions of each character are different and nuanced.

Sun Mo's Chinese painting techniques, including figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as landscapes, are all master-level, so he can completely convey their emotions through facial expressions and demeanor.

Sun Mo is getting better.

On the high platform, no one spoke, they were all admiring Sun Mo's painting skills, watching a person, an object, a grass and a tree, growing out under Sun Mo's brush, lifelike, I don't know why, they felt very comfortable.

This actually involves a kind of psychology, just like everyone watching some decompression videos, you can't say why, but you just feel at ease.

Sun Mo originally wanted to paint the life of the people of Jinling and make a picture of the prosperity of the country and the people, after all, this is a gift to people, so he naturally wants to ask for auspiciousness.

It's just that when he painted the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion and the famous prostitute Oiran opened the door to welcome the guests, Sun Mo couldn't help but put some effort into the figure and face of the famous prostitute.

Before he came to Jinling, Yui retired, but fortunately, there was another Fukada, I heard that he had plastic surgery, but Sun Mo had no actual combat experience, and he didn't know if it was the case.

In short, if Fukada gets off the horse in the future, he won't be able to see it.

There are many temples in Jinling, 480 temples, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain house, compared with it, the green building flower house is not far behind.

Sun Mo painted them all, including the attic located along the Qinhuai River, the incense shops dotted in the bustling place, and the boats floating on the lake......

In addition, there are some farmhouses with deep alleys and paths, doing some business with half-closed doors. For low-end customers.

Sun Mo drew all the women he had seen in his mind, and they were extremely exquisite, from the movements of his fingers to the wearing of clothes.

Not to mention, when these actresses wear various costumes of Datang, they still have a unique style.

"Hey, I don't want to paint clothes!"

Sun Mo regretted that in his mind, a flash of inspiration was in his mind, and at a window on the second floor, he drew a silhouette of a woman bathing.

She seems to have forgotten to close the window before, and now she has come to remedy it.

A kind of meaning that wants to say and be ashamed jumps on the paper.

At this point, Sun Mo has already painted, the pen is gone, the reins are in the reins, and the inspirations in his mind are like springs gushing.

Since there is a drop on the second floor, then Pan Jinlian is also arranged, naturally, Wu Erlang Lion Tower will also have to fight and kill Ximenqing, but this is Lang Lang, peaceful and prosperous, and it can't be too bloody, so it should be more obscure.

By the way, if there are scholars, then the West Chamber cannot be missing!

In the courtyard of the high gate, in the pavilions and pavilions, the maid is letting off steam, the lady has a tryst, and the lover walks along the wall!

Probably because he was too involved, so the realm of wonderful writing broke out again.

But at this time, everyone didn't notice it, because their eyes had been attracted by the women on the screen.

This...... That's pretty too, right?

No, it can't be said to be good-looking, but an indescribable temperament!

There are so many women, as many as dozens, and none of them have a duplicate appearance, and they are all more than seven points.

"Pretty!

King Qi was going to wait for Sun Mo to finish painting, so he asked him what was going on with these women.

I have to say that this product does have the potential to be a faint king.

Others looked at the paintings, but they simply thought that these characters were beautiful, and at most they used them as spell casting materials.

Sun Mo had already spent three hours, because the sky was dark, and the king of Qi instructed the eunuchs to light the butter lanterns and make the entire high platform brightly lit.

Not everyone likes painting, for example, Xia Taikang left the scene on the grounds of physical discomfort.

He returned to the hotel, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw a man in a quilted robe, standing in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Victory Square.

"Teacher!"

Xia Taikang hurriedly saluted, with some doubts in his heart, the teacher's whereabouts have always been mysterious, and once he appears, he must have something to tell him.

"Li Ziqi's sea of stars, you can help me get it back!"

The black-robed teacher commanded.

"Huh?"

Xia Taikang frowned, the teacher has seen too many good things, so he has always had no desires, but why did he want Li Ziqi's painting this time?

Could it be that her drawings are really better than the teacher's?

Yes, Xia Taikang cheated, after he painted half of it, he felt that he couldn't make a famous painting, so through spiritism, he asked the teacher to come down and use his body to paint for him.

Therefore, this sentence of the black robe also means that he thinks he is inferior to Li Ziqi.

"Li Ziqi's paintings are beyond this era, you can't understand them, it's normal!"

The black-robed teacher explained.

Xia Taikang's face suddenly became bad, he knew that the level of the teacher crushed all the famous teachers present today, so this means that in the eyes of the teacher, Li Ziqi is incomparably good.

"The end of parents is the starting point of children, you lose to Li Ziqi, don't blame you, his teacher, the position he stands in is too high!"

The black-robed teacher sighed.

"You're not as good as Sun Mo?"

Xia Taikang pouted.

"If you mean vision, then I'm not as good as him!"

The words of this black-robed famous teacher directly shocked Xia Taikang, he knew how proud this teacher was, in his eyes, all the saints were pigs and dogs, and they were not worth it!

"Okay, remember to get Li Ziqi's painting back, at all costs!"

After the black-robed master finished speaking, he didn't see any movement, and suddenly disappeared in front of the window, as if he had never appeared.

Xia Taikang didn't dare to disobey the teacher, so he could only hurry back to Victory Square and go to King Qi.

Although King Qi was not very old, he overworked every night and did not know how to control himself, so his health was not good, and he insisted on watching for two hours, and then he had to go back to rest in a tent that was temporarily set up in the square.

When Xia Taikang came to meet him, he found that Wan Kangcheng, the vice principal of the Black and White Academy, was also there.

"Ten thousand masters, how about discussing this matter again?"

King Qi was not interested in Li Ziqi's paintings, but when Wan Kangcheng wanted to, King Qi's careful thinking came up again.

"Your Majesty, Li Ziqi's painting has no meaning to you, and it can only be sublimated if it is placed in the Black and White Academy!"

Wan Kangcheng patiently explained.

"Why?"

King Qi was puzzled.

"You haven't experienced the black and white game, you don't understand it at all!"

Wan Kangcheng smiled bitterly, this is like playing the piano to a cow, no matter how much I say, it's useless.

"What's the matter with Taikang?"

King Qi changed the subject.

"Your Majesty, I want to exchange my painting for His Royal Highness Ziqi's one!"

Although he only listened to three words and two sentences, Xia Taikang understood that Wan Kangcheng wanted Li Ziqi's painting.

"Why?"

King Qi is strange.

"I want to use her paintings, urging me to keep trying!"

Xia Taikang made an excuse, of course, it can't be said that my teacher wants it.

King Qi was thinking about how to refuse, when he saw the head of internal affairs hurriedly walking in.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Gate Master has arrived!"

"What?"

King Qi hurriedly got up and went out to greet him.

"Your Majesty, long time no see!"

Su Taiqing was just wearing a simple white robe, but the whole person, fairy wind and bones, and elegant temperament, like a living immortal!

"Master Sumen, what kind of wind blew you here?"

King Qi used honorific titles, and he was a disciple.

There is no way, the power of the Holy Gate is too great, and Su Taiqing himself is also a sub-saint level, but it is said that this has long been a saint, but he deliberately concealed the realm.

However, even if it is Yasheng, it is an existence that King Qi does not want to provoke.

"I heard that Ziqi made a map of the stars and seas, and it was very meaningful, so I came to ask for it with a cheeky face!"

Su Taiqing was blunt.

The Five Kingdoms Debate is a grand event in Kyushu, and Su Taiqing, as the head of the door, naturally has to pay attention to it, so he sent his right-hand man to come.

After seeing Li Ziqi's famous painting, he knew that this famous painting was of great significance, so he immediately gave Su Taiqing a book and sent a photo stone that took the picture at that time.

After Su Taiqing saw it, he immediately rushed over.

"Huh?"

King Qi was stunned, he thought that Su Taiqing came here because he wanted Sun Mo's famous painting, after all, it was a rare work with the aura of a famous teacher, but he didn't expect it to be Li Ziqi's painting.

Xia Taikang's gaze glanced over.

This master of the door has the same taste as his own teacher!

"Lord Sumen, I'm the first!"

Wan Kangcheng was not happy.

"Haha, first come, first come, it's better to have fate!"

Su Taiqing smiled: "Why don't you teach the owner of the painting to decide?"

"You ......"

Wan Kangcheng was annoyed, what is fate, this is bullying, although the status of the Black and White Academy is very high, it is still inferior to the master of the Holy Gate.

As long as the brain is not bad, he will definitely send the famous painting to Su Taiqing.

King Qi knew that this painting could not be saved, so instead of letting Li Ziqi decide, it was better to be a favor himself: "This famous painting full of 'philosophical' temperament should be handed over to the master of Sumen for safekeeping?"

Xia Taikang was very knowledgeable and did not interject, because he couldn't fight.

......

"Have you heard?

"Ahh

"You don't want to see Master Sun draw, right?"

Ordinary people don't know about this situation, but the elite circle has gone crazy, and some people are racking their brains, wanting to get in front of Su Taiqing and make a familiar face.

Just not qualified!

Soon, news came again.

"Lord Sumen is here, not for Sun Mo's famous painting, but for Li Ziqi's one!"

"Ah, Li Ziqi's paintings, are they so good?"

"The famous paintings that Lord Sumen has taken a fancy to are definitely not ordinary!"

Many people don't believe this news, after all, Sun Mo's famous painting has its own halo effect of a famous teacher, and the entire famous painting world, with it, only to see that ten of them have been gathered.

It's just that many people swear by it, because this news came from King Qi's internal affairs director, and it is full of credibility.

If this is the case, it means that Xia Taikang picked up the first Li Ziqi in vain.

It was dark, but Sun Mo was still painting.

In the past, Xijing had an early curfew, but today, an exception was made, so many people did not go home, wanting to see the birth of a peerless painting.

When Su Taiqing appeared, there was a sudden sensation around him, and many people wanted to come forward to see him.

Su Taiqing smiled slightly, her eyes swept around, and in an instant, everyone's minds quieted down, and they stayed quietly without saying a word.

"Oh my God, it's the Silent Ring!"

Qin Yaoguang was stunned: "This is too powerful, right?"

Don't say a word, just a thought arises, it can stimulate the aura of a famous teacher, this is definitely a divine skill, at least it is a divine skill that can only be mastered by Yasheng.

"Daddy...... Master of the Gate, it must be amazing!"

Lu Zhiruo has honor.

"Eh, it's someone else's business, why should you be proud?"

Qin Yaoguang was puzzled.

"Ugh!"

Lu Zhiruo was dumbfounded.

"If Zhiruo is a famous teacher, he will definitely worship Lord Sumen!"

Helian Northern Gang.

"Yes!"

Lu Zhiruo nodded.

"But I admire my teacher more!"

Xian Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief, she saw those crowds surging, thinking that the teacher's mood was about to be disturbed, but she didn't expect that Su Taiqing just glanced at them and quieted them down.

Su Taiqing stood beside Sun Mo and saw the Jinling Fengyue map, and his eyebrows suddenly raised.

Of course, this painting is good, but is this woman painting a little more?

By the way, Sun Mo is still a chick, it's normal to miss girls!

Sun Mo has been painting for nearly eight hours, to be honest, he is a little tired, although he is still inspired, but his enthusiasm has cooled down.

"Or is that it?"

Sun Mo stopped writing, anyway, this famous painting has already given birth to the realm of wonderful brushstrokes, and it is enough to give it away.

"Huh?"

Su Taiqing was surprised and asked, "Why doesn't Master Sun paint?"