"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was pondering, in fact, he was upset, Old Man Zheng, are you disgusting?

The first two famous paintings, Miao Mu casually evaluated, it doesn't matter, after all, there is no comparison, but now they are two pictures of Sanzang, and they are judged.

Miao Mu knew that he was not as good as this Gandalf, but if he had to say it himself, it would be a bit of a slap in the face.

"Does Master Miao have any unique insights?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Good painting!"

Miao Mu said two words dryly, and then very wittily led the focus to Sun Mo: "Didn't Master Sun just evaluate my Sanzang map with the eyes of a famous teacher?

What can Sun Mo say?

You can't boast, right?

In case it turns out that he is Gandalf in the future, he can't escape the name of self-toution, so he should be humble.

"This painting has a big flaw, Gandalf painted it too carelessly, and it feels very casual!"

Sun Mo thought about the situation in which he painted this painting at that time, and found a shortcoming.

"Master Sun, please maintain your respect for Master Gandalf, how can you call him by his first name?"

Li Zixing scolded.

"yes, that's disrespectful!"

Miao Mu sighed: "Although it is said that literati are light, don't show it so obviously, okay?"

This is a matter of private morality, and it has not been washed!

Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and wanted to laugh very much, so that you don't pay attention when you speak! First put on a hat for you that despises and treats the master slowly.

Burst!

Zheng Qingfang couldn't hold back and laughed again.

"Uncle Zheng, ...... are you?"

Qi Muen was surprised, he always felt the bad taste of Zheng Qingfang's laughter.

"Stomach aches!"

Zheng Qingfang explained.

"Master Sun, judging from the lines, Master Gandalf's painting is fast, but it is not called urgency, but freehand, and it is called a master if it can achieve this state of sending and receiving at will!"

Miao curtain pointed.

Bite!

+50 opinion from Naumaki, neutral (50/100).

“......”

Sun Mo was speechless, is this okay?

"Master Sun, are there any other shortcomings in this painting?"

Zheng Qingfang asked narrowly.

"Artistic conception, right?

Sun Mo was uncomfortable, he really didn't dare to boast, what do you want to do, old man Zheng?

"Master Sun, this is a bad statement, I look at Master Miao's paintings, I always feel that something is missing, but I don't know what is missing, but after seeing this one, I understand that Master Gandalf is the author of "Journey to the West", so his Sanzang has more charm!"

Qi Muen retorted, it's not that Miao Mu can't do it, it's that he hasn't read the full version of Journey to the West, and he hasn't read Sanzang yet.

"Master Sun, you are not a professional, don't casually evaluate other people's paintings in the future, you will be embarrassed and conspicuous!"

Lessons from the Miao curtain.

The guests around began to discuss, and they had a negative impression of Sun Mo, but they couldn't help it, because they also thought that this Sanzang map was very good, and it was right to be picky.

Sun Mo is simply nitpicking.

Listening to the noise, Lu Zhiruo was upset.

"You don't deserve to talk to the teacher about painting!"

Lu Zhiruo is like a puppy, defending Sun Mo.

"I'm not worthy, do you dare to compare?"

Miao Mu sneered and took the opportunity to issue a challenge.

Li Wang Ye said that he wanted to find an opportunity to kill your sharp spirit, but I didn't expect that you would send it to the door by yourself, so don't blame me for being unkind.

Of course, Miao Mu also took this opportunity to show off his painting skills and expand his popularity.

Without waiting for Sun Mo to speak, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.

"Okay, Master Sun, your personal students are here, and there are so many famous teachers, don't you have stage fright!"

Zheng Qing Fang is righteous.

"Uncle Zheng, ...... you are"

Sun Mo smiled bitterly, he understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his paintings.

"Haha, Douhua, I love this show!"

Li Zixing laughed: "But let's say it first, Master Miao's words belong to me!"

"Lord Wang, you're not right!"

"Bid, the highest bidder wins!"

"Will there be a famous painting?"

The guests talked a lot, and they didn't care about the painting competition, anyway, Sun Mo would lose, what they wanted to see was whether Miao Mu could make a famous painting.

"Go, prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone!"

After Zheng Qingfang finished ordering, he announced in public: "Later, the paintings of Sun Shi belong to me Zheng someone, and no one is allowed to rob them!"

As soon as Zheng Qingfang's voice fell, the audience was silent, and the guests looked at him inexplicably, did you say the wrong name?

Sun Mo's paintings?

Who wants it!

It's too hard to wipe your buttocks.

Soon, four huge Eight Immortal Tables were raised, in groups of twos and twos, and then pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were arranged.

"There is no title, the two of you can play freely!"

Li Zixing spoke first.

Generally, there will be a topic for painting, but for painters, there will always be good and bad at it, and if you put on a topic that you are not good at, it will be over.

"Lord Wang, why don't you come up with a topic?"

Zheng Qingfang asked rhetorically.

With Li Zixing's face, he couldn't help but be embarrassed, because everyone present knew that he had a good relationship with Miao Mu, so they naturally knew what he was good at.

"Only by playing freely can you make famous paintings!"

Li Ziqi casually found a reason, anyway, no matter what he painted, Sun Mo would not be able to win.

Qi Muen glanced at the sky: "Then it's limited to half an hour?"

After all, this is a deer tail banquet, and you can't let two people keep painting and dominate the crowd!

"Good!"

Miao Mu flicked his sleeves, paced in a master's style, and walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, what can I draw to show my painting skills perfectly?

As for Sun Mo's enemy?

Please, he's going to win me over with his head?

Miao Mu stood in front of the table of the Eight Immortals and picked up the wolf's hair, but he didn't put pen to paper.

"Sun Mo, hurry up!"

Zheng Qingfang stood beside Sun Mo and reminded in a low voice: "These painters have a few paintings that they are best at, just to cope with this situation." ”

It can be said that Miao Mu was contemplating there, but he was actually pretending.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled bitterly.

Looking at Sun Mo's expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself and explained in a low voice: "Sun Mo, with your identity and status, in a year, I am afraid that you will become a three-star famous teacher, and then what face will I have to ask you for a painting? So I can only take this opportunity to earn you another painting!"

Zheng Qingfang loves painting and books, but he has not urged Sun Mo to write the second half of "Journey to the West", because he knows that this is a small way.

As a famous teacher, Sun Mo has more important things to do.

Today's is a coincidence, anyway, Li Zixing wants to use a famous painter to hit Sun Mo, so Zheng Qingfang just plans to give Sun Mo a chance to perform, and by the way, he will catch another famous painting.

"You can guarantee that I will be able to paint famous paintings?"

Sun Mo laughed to himself.

"Don't be presumptuous, Miao Mu is twenty-nine years old this year, and he has only painted one famous painting, what about you? Twenty years old, three!"

Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers, in his opinion, Miao Mu wanted to compare with Sun Mo?

In order to avoid Sun Mo and Miao Mu being disturbed, everyone else stood ten meters away, and could only watch from a distance.

Of course, bigwigs like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing are exceptions.

"Let's start, prove to these people that you are not only the first master in Jinling, but also the first painter in Jinling!"

Zheng Qingfang handed Sun Mo the wolf's hair.

Sun Mo took the pen, to be honest, he was not in the mood to paint, but when he turned his head and saw Li Ziqi and the three of them, looking at him with expectant eyes, he suddenly felt that he couldn't embarrass the students.

In their hearts, they believe that they are the most powerful teachers, so they must always do this.

"Teacher, come on!"

Papaya Niang waved her small fist.

"Haha!"

Sun Mo smiled, and raised his hand to be a well-informed and strong memory, blessed on his body, this is to get rid of distracting thoughts and calm down first.

"Draw what?"

Sun Mo groaned, casually looking around, looking for inspiration.

These guests, with their luxurious clothes and exquisite jewelry, are worth a year's living expenses for a family of three.

The table was filled with luxurious and exquisite food, and the servants and maids around it were serving......

Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by the famous teachers, as well as some young people, all showed envy in their expressions.

Yes, who wouldn't want to be able to attend such a high-level banquet all the time?

Sun Mo took the pen, dipped it in ink, and then put it down.

"So fast?"

An Xinhui frowned, worried that Sun Mo had drawn too hastily and had not conceived it well.

"Hey, these are very powerful!"

Qi Muen and Li Zixing are knowledgeable, and after watching Sun Mo's few strokes, they know that this kid is not simple.

Gradually, a galloping horse leaped onto the paper.

Young people yearn for a better life and envy the children of rich families, and that's right, and it would be even better if this envy was turned into motivation.

Know what you want and fight for it.

doesn't have a good family background, can't fight for his father, and is not handsome enough, without Bai Fumei's fancy, and even luck can't be on his turn......

It doesn't matter, as long as you still have hands, that's enough!

Run!

Run!

Run relentlessly!

Every time you make an effort, you will get closer to your goal!

Sun Mo's emotions were completely up, he not only wanted to inspire these young people, but also thought of himself, my generation in this life, fighting endlessly!

Airplanes!

Sun Mo's brush lit up with a crystal light, and the surrounding aura was attracted and began to gather.

"This aura is a wonderful pen?"

Fang Taishou exclaimed, subconsciously looking at Miao Mu.

The others also looked over, but found that there was no movement on his side, and then they subconsciously turned their heads, and saw Sun Mo's picture scroll, fluorescent flashing!

"What the hell?"

"Am I mistaken?"

"Why is there a brilliant brush, and so quickly?"

The guests were completely shocked, how long has it been since the start of the fight, why did Sun Mo break out here?

Aren't you a famous teacher, but an incognito famous painter?

"This ......"

Li Zixing was dumbfounded.

"I see!"

Qi Muen finally understood why Zheng Qingfang was laughing so badly, it turned out that Master Gandalf was Sun Mo!

At this moment, Qi Juma looked at Sun Mo with a lot of emotion in his heart.

Calligraphy and painting are unique, Niu Boyi!

Bite!

+500 friendship from Qi Muen, friendliness (500/1000).

Zheng Qingfang heard the noise around him, raised his head directly, and his fierce and majestic eyes swept the audience, shut up for me, if anyone interferes with Sun Mo's famous painting, I will kill him!

When his gaze fell back on Sun Mo again, Zheng Qingfang was relieved that he really didn't see the wrong person!

Genius, just so good, just so unreasonable!

"You...... You...... Why are you so skilled?"

An Anhui was shocked, when did his childhood sweetheart become a famous painter? And looking at this calm and calm appearance, it seems that he has become accustomed to the phenomenon of wonderful brushwork.