In Kyushu, the status of a famous painter is very embarrassing, and the highest achievement is to become a court painter and take the achievement of a painting saint.

If there were no powerful aristocrats who sought after the paintings of famous painters, they would be worthless, after all, famous paintings are too far away from ordinary people.

But famous teachers are different, even if they are teachers in any village, they can be respected by the whole village.

Looking at the past and present, no one who has left a name in history is illiterate.

The status of a famous painter is average, but if you add the title of a famous teacher, it will be terrible, just like now, Sun Mo not only painted a famous painting, but also has a constant halo of a famous teacher on it.

That's amazing!

When the famous teachers appreciate this picture, they will experience the state of mind of 'the spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry', and they want to dedicate this life to the students.

"Not bad!"

Xu Chunbo applauded, this painting tells the story of a famous teacher who was willing to endure poverty and loneliness, came to a small isolated mountain village, preached and sowed the seeds of learning.

This is in line with the concept of the aesthetics of famous teachers!

"This wave has been blowing for a long time!"

"I really want to collect a famous teacher's painting!"

"Don't think about it, the saints will rob this thing!"

The famous teachers looked at the famous painting and wished to take it for themselves.

"Sun Yasheng, what is this famous painting called?"

Wei Ziyou asked.

""Famous Rural Teacher, what do you think?"

Sun Mo's current state of mind has a bit of the meaning of a saint.

"Good!"

Xu Chunbo nodded, and then requested: "Sun Yasheng, I have a reluctant request, I hope to leave this famous painting of the famous teacher in the saint's hall for everyone to admire, and to warn the future to advance!"

When everyone heard this, their saliva of envy was set up.

The items that can be placed in this hall, in addition to the precious and rare holy relics, are the cultural relics that are famous in the world of famous teachers and have brilliant deeds.

Sun Mo's famous paintings are placed here, which is enough to show that he is on a par with those saints.

However, even Zhou Yasheng didn't dare to question it, because Sun Mo's famous paintings were really good.

"It's my pleasure!"

Sun Mo didn't care about the whereabouts of famous paintings, but if he put them here, he could still brush up his reputation!

Anyway, the system hasn't shown up for a long time, and many rewards haven't been distributed!

Xu Chunbo nodded, and immediately looked at Fang Hong and Zhou Yasheng: "Two, you ......"

Xu Shengren didn't say what he said later, but the meaning is self-evident, do you still have to compare?

Sun Mo's performance in several games is incomparably good, no matter how hard you are, you will bring humiliation on yourself.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yasheng's face sank, he walked straight to the icon, sat down cross-legged, he didn't admit defeat!

"What about you?"

Xu Chunbo looked at Fang Hong.

"Hey!"

Fang Hong shook his head and sighed: "It's not comparable, you can't win!"

"Thank you Saint Fangya!"

Sun Mo is also a person who can do things, so he quickly thanked him and brushed his favorability.

"Come on, I didn't let you, it's your real talent and learning that discourages me!"

Fang Hong waved her hand and glanced at An Anhui: "Sun Mo, what I told you, you have to think about it, my great-granddaughter, beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, is definitely a good match!"

What?

Hearing that Fang Hong wanted to recruit Sun Mo as his great-grandson's son-in-law in public, everyone was stunned, don't you have face in the Fang family?

It's not like your great-granddaughter can't get married?

But thinking about Sun Mo's resume, everyone is suddenly not surprised, to put it mildly, Fang Hong seems to be Gao Pan Sun Mo.

"Haha!"

Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll talk about that later, but I have a reluctant request!"

Fang Hong sighed: "I'm so old, and I don't know how many years I have to live, so I want to ask you for a calligraphy." ”

"Is it a portrait?"

Sun Mo asked, and when he saw Fang Hong nodding, he walked to the desk and started drawing.

Painting a portrait, you can sell personal favors, of course this kind of business has to be done, anyway, Sun Mo is a master of painting, and you can have a picture between talking and laughing.

But after sketching the outline, he suddenly crumpled the rice paper.

No way!

Can't be so sloppy!

Zhou Yasheng still doesn't give up, then I will take this opportunity to completely defeat him! Let everyone know that I, Sun Mo, am the number one in the world and a well-deserved master of the Holy Gate.

The duty of a famous teacher is to teach and educate people, and to guide the maze, so I will let Fang Hong have an epiphany of a famous teacher's aura, right?

Sun Mo began to think back to the conversation he had with Fang Hong when he was climbing the ladder before.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, between the lines, she was full of pride in her career, but she was depressed about her personal life.

Fang Hong, who used to be a good wife with a husband and children, but the unhappiness of married life made her devote her energy to work.

Everyone slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo's thoughts.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo started writing again.

Soon, a small city full of fireworks jumped on the paper, watching the smoke rise into the air, watching the lifelike merchants dragging chicken carts through the streets and alleys, and the cries seemed to fly away from the paper and into everyone's ears.

There was a group of women washing clothes by the stream, and the parents kept talking, and the rich man took the rattan and chased and beat his unfilial son.

There was also a drunk man who was bitten by a wild dog, swearing, and limping.

......

The crowd didn't know why.

The paintings must be excellent, those soybean-sized figures, Sun Mo painted them extremely exquisitely, the facial contours are clear, and even the folds on the clothes and the dirt on the shoes bring a huge sense of realism.

This is a picture scroll similar to the Qingming Riverside Picture, although it is great, but it doesn't fit the topic with the self-portrait requested by Fang Yasheng, right?

And after Sun Mo finished painting, it was still black and white, without coloring, which means that it was just an ordinary painting scroll and had not become a famous painting.

"What should I do?

Qin Yaoguang stretched out his hand, poked Li Ziqi's arm, and asked in a low voice.

"Why don't you blow it?"

Li Ziqi rolled his eyes, how could a famous painting be made so easily? Not to mention that the teacher had already completed one today.

"That's right, this thing is not a cabbage, many famous painters only have a work in their lifetime!"

Gu Xiuxun was thinking about the vocabulary, how to blow it so that it would not be refuted, and someone was already one step ahead of her.

"This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in, backward, but full of warm memories. ”

"Look at those people, every move, it's like they're alive!"

"Not only that, but the stream flows, and I seem to hear the sound of the raccoon!"

The more they talked, the more energetic they became, but suddenly, they were interrupted by a rough voice.

"Come on, don't you feel disgusted by blowing it like this? With Sun Yasheng's resume, no one will question his skills if he can't paint famous paintings, but it's disgusting for you to brag so blindly. ”

Zhou Yasheng's group of relatives and friends opened fire.

"Yes, extremely disgusting!"

As soon as a high-star master finished speaking, he was about to make persistent efforts, when Fang Hong, who had been silent, suddenly burst out with a huge aura fluctuation on his body.

Boom! Boom!

Intense spiritual pressure swept all around, making everyone almost untenable.

"This ......"

Several saints present were dumbfounded.

They had experienced the Chong Sheng, so they still remembered this process vividly, Fang Hong's state at this time was to impact the saint!

"Get out!, all out!"

After Wei Ziyou urged for two sentences, he simply blasted out the holy words and forcibly expelled them, he was worried that these people staying here would interfere with Fang Hong.

Zhou Yasheng's eyes were glazed, and then he looked at Sun Mo's picture scroll, no need to ask, it must be the effect of this thing.

Everyone also thought of this reason, they originally wanted to observe the picture scroll, but it had been put away by Wei Ziyou, otherwise it would be torn apart by the surging violent aura.

"All out!"

Xu Chunbo scolded, and then looked at Zhou Yasheng again: "I'm sorry, your holy icon has to be postponed for a while!"

In an instant, everyone left the main hall, leaving it to Fang Hong.

The wait is long.

After half an hour, the aura fluctuations calmed down, and then all kinds of aura illusioned beasts flew into the sky, hovering and not leaving.

"It's ...... It's done?"

Ji Xiangdong is envious.

Crunch!

The door of the main hall opened, and Fang Hong walked out.

Her body exudes an awe-inspiring and inviolable holy beauty, and in anticipation, the power of the saint is shining, making people dare not look at it directly.

"Congratulations to Mr. Fang on his sanctification and further progress in life!"

The crowd saluted respectfully.

At this time, Zhou Yasheng's heart was full of bitterness, and this bow made people praise it.

Fang Hong didn't pay attention to them, but walked straight to Sun Mo and bent down deeply: "Thank you Teacher Sun for giving me the painting, so that I can untie the knot in my heart and be promoted to a saint!"

"Saint Fang is very polite!"

Sun Mo didn't expect that there would be such a play.

"Ha, several, I'm not wrong, right? It's not a famous painting, but it's comparable to a famous painting!"

"Yes, can a famous painting make a sub-saint promoted to a saint?"

"So, you can't see it!"

The embarrassed crowd who had just been squeezed by Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends finally found a reason to fight back, what?

Then you call a famous painter and ask him to paint a famous painting and help a sub-saint to ascend!

The members of Zhou Yasheng's relatives and friends were flushed, and they couldn't wait to leave immediately.

Zhou Yasheng re-entered the hall with a resolute face, without saying a word, this one, if I can't win, then I will die!

"Sage Fang, what's going on?"

Xu Chunbo was curious.

"That painting, for you, may be ordinary, but for me, it is the most beautiful memory of my life!"

Fang Hong explained: "If you look carefully, the pair of boys and girls flying kites on the grass on the outskirts of the city, the pair of boys and girls fishing for fish and shrimp by the stream, and the pair of boys and girls crawling side by side on the bed in the study, reading with their feet crossed, are they all the same?"

The crowd admired the painting again.

Only then did I find that not only that, but there were footprints of this pair of children in many places, and they had so much fun that the viewers couldn't help but laugh.

"I was on the ladder before, and I told Teacher Sun about my past!"

Fang Hong sighed.