"Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I will finish the follow-up story soon. ”

Sun Mo promised.

Everyone calls himself Xiaoyou, he is still his fan, and he is so generous, Sun Mo also changed his words and used an honorific.

"That's good!"

Zheng Qingfang took a cheerful drink and continued to persuade: "But the silver still has to be accepted, don't worry, this money will not be included in the manuscript fee, I will also print a thousand, no, three thousand, when the time comes, the money will be sold, excluding the cost, it will be yours." ”

"Isn't that good?"

Sun Mo frowned, Zheng Qingfang was working for himself for nothing.

"What's so bad? Such a wonderful novel must be seen by everyone, otherwise it will be a pearl covered with dust and a violent thing. ”

Zheng Qing Fang was righteous, and as for the silver, he didn't mention a word.

As a high-ranking official of Zhishi, Zheng Qingfang is not short of silver, what he lacks is a place to spend money.

After watching "Journey to the West", Zheng Qingfang immediately liked the Monkey King and the holy monk Sanzang, if he didn't give it to others, he wouldn't sleep well.

Zheng Qingfang has already decided, when the book is printed, he will send it to those dozens of friends first, otherwise they will definitely blame themselves for getting good things but enjoying them alone and not telling everyone.

"Congratulations, you've gained your first die-hard fan!"

The system ridiculed.

"Then why don't you give me a reward?"

Sun Moxin said, in the next book, I want to write my own things.

The system 'hehe'.

"Okay, to be a man, you have to be generous, don't push around for a few taels of silver. ”

Zheng Qingfang has made the final decision.

Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was indeed impatient, and he really wanted to give himself sincerely, Sun Mo toasted: "Thank you Uncle Zheng for your kindness, then I will be disrespectful!"

"Lots of etiquette, trouble!"

Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved his hand: "Free and easy!"

What else can Sun Mo say, die-hard fans are so unreasonable and crazy!

The topic of the two people has always revolved around learning from the West, and Zheng Qingfang has the intention of hollowing out the plot in Sun Mo's stomach.

Lu Zhiruo sat next to her obediently, did not interject, did not breathe loudly, and could only see her when she was adding wine.

"By the way, if it's going to be published, it's going to be illustrated, do you have any ideas?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

This type of novel is the first time he has seen it, and the four masters and apprentices are too stylish, Zheng Qingfang is worried that the painter he found will not be able to grasp the essence of the characters.

Sun Mo perked up: "How many do you want?"

"I've seen the content, but the portraits of each character are definitely wanted. ”

Zheng Qingfang has been in the officialdom for so many years, he has long been a human being, and when he saw Sun Mo's expression, he guessed his thoughts: "Sun Xiaoyou is a famous teacher, he must be versatile, and he also dabbles in painting, right?"

"It's okay!"

Sun Moxin said that in the morning, I could also draw a chicken eating rice picture, and no one else could understand it except myself, but now, after learning painting, I can be a master in the branch of Chinese painting of 'figure' painting.

"Why are you humble?

The system was upset: "Tell him loudly that you are a master of Chinese painting!"

"Oh, how many days will it take to get it ready?"

Zheng Qingfang can't wait, the illustrations drawn by the original author must be the essence of the novel that best reflects the essence.

"Now, right?"

Sun Mo had to prepare for class next and take the first public class well, so he didn't have time to run to Laixuan Bookstore.

"Huh?"

Zheng Qingfang almost showed a suspicious look, and asked if you can do it, don't you need to brew after drawing illustrations?

"You should have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, right?"

Sun Mo has seen too many works and derivative works about Journey to the West, and those characters, without having to conceive, have long existed in his mind.

"You really don't need to think about it?"

Zheng Qingfang instructed the old servant who had followed him for more than ten years to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, forget it, let Sun Mo draw it, the face of the original author still has to be given.

Besides, if it doesn't work, it's not too late to find a skilled painter by yourself.

The long table was set, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, and the old servant did not retreat, but took two steps back, standing on the side, ready to wait for one or two at any time.

Don't look at these two steps back, just right, neither too close to disturb the guests, nor too far away to make the guests feel slowed down.

If you weren't from a big family, you wouldn't be able to practice.

This is the so-called big family heritage, a detail is revealed.

Lu Zhiruo grinded ink and became a little maid.

Sun Mo picked up the brush, originally thinking that it would be rusty, but after a few breaths, a familiar feeling arose, as if he had been writing for more than ten years, and he followed his heart.

Dipped in ink, Sun Mo put down his pen.

The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie, and he was the right to practice writing.

The master's 'figure painting' painting technique allows Sun Mo to really think about what he can draw and without a trace of error.

The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice writing, and the effect was far better than he imagined.

Zheng Qingfang watched a pig-headed monster carrying a nine-toothed nail rake appear, and the plots about Zhu Bajie in his mind suddenly appeared.

Vivid, vivid, and more meaningful.

"Not bad!"

After Zheng Qingfang praised it, he couldn't help but look at Sun Mo.

This young man, that is, the appearance of a twenty-year-old, did not expect to have such a high attainment in Chinese painting.

He doesn't want to be a famous artist, does he?

Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang felt a little pity, after all, the social status of famous painters was like that, far less noble than that of famous teachers who taught the way of cultivation.

Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze, he was now completely immersed in the pleasure of painting, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to draw a Hatano teacher who came out without clothes.

There's no way, I don't know Sun Mo who is wearing clothes!

One! two! three!

Sha Wujing! Bodhi Ancestor! Little White Dragon!

Sun Mo's painting is enjoyable, this is like a game I just bought, a newly downloaded little movie, how can I go to dinner if I don't cool off for a while?

Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also enjoyed watching it, and the plot was coming out of their minds, and even the old servant who stayed next to him couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look at the rice paper on the table.

These characters are painted with charm, as if they are about to jump out of the paper!

When the moon rises on the willow tops, the ninth portrait of the figure is the sharp-eyed Monkey King, and the scene of stepping over the alchemy furnace jumps on the paper.

"Awesome!"

Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't help it and clapped his hands in praise.

This Sun Dasheng is simply too brilliant, that fierce, domineering, and unruly breath is rushing to his face.

"Yes!"

Lu Zhiruo nodded hurriedly.

"Draw one last one and rest!"

Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, a little tired.

"Draw another picture of Master Sanzang?"

Lu Zhiruo pleaded in a low voice.

"Good!"

Sun Mo put down the pen, this time, he chose Sanzang in the west, no longer wearing a gorgeous robe, and his body was also dusty.

Leading the white horse, holding the nine-ring tin staff, facing the wind and sand, the difficult trek.

Drawing and painting, Sun Mo remembered his path of study, remembered how to gain a firm foothold in the No. 2 Middle School of the city after graduation, emerged step by step, and finally became a gold medal teacher in the high school, which was deeply appreciated by the old principal.

Now, when he came to Zhongzhou Tang Kingdom, it was impossible to say that he didn't want to go home, but thinking about Li Ziqi, thinking about Lu Zhiruo, and thinking about a few newly admitted students, Sun Mo suddenly became proud again.

They trust themselves, and they must teach them well in order to live up to them.

Eat soft rice?

Graduated from garbage school?

has no talent, just an ordinary person who should live an ordinary life for a lifetime?

Wait and see!

I will soon become the first teacher in the school, the first teacher in Jinling, and the first teacher in Jiangnan......

Am I not worthy of peace of mind?

One day, I will make you change your mind and say that Anxin Hui climbed me!

Sun Mo walked the dragon and snake with his pen and splashed ink.

The westward map of Sanzang gradually took shape.

During these days, Sun Mo was called by those people to eat soft rice and eat soft rice, and he didn't know how many white eyes and slander behind him, he seemed to be open-minded and didn't care, but deep down, he was unhappy after all.

Sun Mo is waiting for an opportunity, a chance to prove himself.

"Since Lao Tzu has come to Middle-earth, since he is still a teacher, he must be the best, and prove that Lao Tzu is stronger, better, and more powerful than you natives of Kyushu!"

Sun Mo ran away from Middle-earth, but his heart is still a teenager!

The blood is not cold, and the ambition is not gone!

When confronted with slander and contempt, it is to them, and them fiercely, until they are all over the ground and their mouths are completely closed.

The aura around gathered and gathered at the end of the pen, and with Sun Mo's strokes, it was attached to the scroll.

"This ...... This is...... A realm of brilliant brushwork?"

Zheng Qingfang exclaimed in amazement.

The so-called wonderful brush is a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.

It is a painting drawn by the artist, as if it were real, and when you look at it, your mind will be swayed and intoxicated.

There are three realms of wonderful brushwork.

Thirdly, the whole painting is lifelike, because of the attachment of the aura, it is no longer black and white ink and paper, but becomes colorful, revealing a strong atmosphere.

As long as people see it at a glance, they can't help but stop and stay, and they are reluctant to open their eyes.

Second, the viewer is infected by the artistic conception of the painting, and his emotions are out of control without knowing it, obsessed, hesitating, loving, suffering, and intoxicated by the painting, wanting to keep it for himself and treasure it.

The first class is also the highest level of famous painters.

The whole person is immersed in the painting, as if he has become the person in the painting, experienced everything about him, and realized his life.

At this time, they have ignored the passage of time, stopped to watch, often counting days and nights, indulging in and unable to extricate themselves.

Zheng Qingfang had heard that there were so many hand-me-down paintings that ordinary people couldn't look at at all, because when they saw it, they could no longer take their eyes off, as if their souls were all thrown into the painting, and the whole person became demented, and only thought about this painting as a companion all day long.