peerless teacher

Hmph, sit and talk about painting with me?You deserve it too?

You are a brother!

When Miao Mu's eyes turned to the painting again, he showed a look of serious appreciation, and he was about to show his real skills.

"This painting should have been completed within a quarter of an hour, or even less!"

Miao Mu spoke.

"Ah? No way? Can you draw a famous painting in a quarter of an hour?"

Raising his hand, Fang Lun was shocked: "Shouldn't the so-called famous paintings be exquisitely crafted?"

"The state of Brilliant Pen and Blooming Flowers depends on the feeling. Of course, the longer the painting time, the easier it will be. It's like archery. After shooting a few arrows, the feeling will come up. That's how archery works! "

Miao Mu found an easy-to-understand analogy.

"Master Miao is really amazing, this painting was indeed completed within a quarter of an hour!"

After Zheng Qingfang said this, many people started to marvel.

"A famous painting can be completed in a quarter of an hour. This master must have extraordinary painting skills!"

Qi Muen was shocked, and looked at the corner of the scroll, trying to find the signature, but found that there was none.

Others were also commenting in amazement, while Gu Xiuxun and An Xinhui were staring at Sun Mo, looking at his expression, yes, he was the one who drew it.

"The composition of this painting is very simple, and there is no profound artistic conception. It is purely the master's interest, and he wrote the painting. However, it does not look simple, but it expresses the master's care, love, and love for this girl. The emotions came out perfectly."

Miao Mu said with emotion: "This "Spring Rain Picture" gives people the biggest impression of cleanliness, innocence, and no impurities."

"Eh? Did the teacher like me so much?"

Lu Zhiruo was stunned, and looked at Sun Mo. She felt that she was too stupid and had poor qualifications. Compared with Li Ziqi and Ying Baiwu, the teacher must like them a little more, but now it seems that she misunderstood the teacher?

Sun Mo chuckled and rubbed Papaya Girl's head.

"Whee!"

Lu Zhiruo smiled, and instantly threw away those chaotic thoughts, whatever, anyway, in my heart, I am the teacher's favorite cub!

Li Ziqi twitched the corners of his lips, and a deep sense of envy suddenly rose in his heart. I really want my teacher to draw a picture for me!

There is no need for famous paintings, as long as they are painted by the teacher.

Sun Mo curled his lips, no wonder Miao Mu is so arrogant, he does have the ability to be proud.

"To appreciate this kind of famous painting, you don't need to think too much, and you can't think too much, just appreciate the beauty!"

Miao Mu made a conclusion and gave a thumbs up: "This master is really amazing!"

Everyone looked at the scroll again.

On the tender green banana leaves, there are crystal clear raindrops sliding down, pitch-black ants crawling chaotically, and the earthy smell emanating from the wet soil, as if rushing towards the face, people can feel it through the scroll .

Indeed, looking at this famous painting, the chaotic emotions of the guests will quickly calm down, faster than burning incense, bathing and drinking tea.

"My lord, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Li Ziqi's complexion was already ugly, the painting was good, but because of this painting, he remembered his son who died tragically.

Although it is a disappointing thing, no, even a dog in the prince's mansion, it is not your turn to deal with it.

"Haha, great painting!"

Li Ziqi praised, but in his heart, he had already decided that when he had the opportunity, he must kidnap the girl from Zhongzhou Academy and sell her to the most remote country, so that you will never see each other again.

"Zheng Xiang, I wonder which master made this painting?"

Miao Mu was curious, because he found that the famous painting had not been signed, so he could only ask.

"Gandalf!"

Introduction by Zheng Qingfang.

"Who? The Gandalf who wrote Journey to the West?"

"I didn't expect it to be a famous painter?"

"Tsk, a master of calligraphy and painting? Turns out to be a master of calligraphy and painting?"

The guests were shocked.

Qi Muen was taken aback when he heard the name, then subconsciously looked at Lu Zhiruo, and then followed her gaze to find Sun Mo.

"This girl really adores this Sun Mo!"

Qi Muen muttered, always feeling that this famous painting had something to do with Sun Mo.

"Oh, why are you so surprised? Didn't you see it just now? The inscription on the "Early Spring Outing" is also Master Gandalf!"

An old man is speechless, he is indeed a vulgar person, he can't even appreciate paintings, he can only pretend to be arty.

"..."

The guests were speechless. Who had the time to pay attention to the signature just now? They were all thinking about how to avoid donations. After all, compared to money, who painted famous paintings is not important.

"Zheng Xiang, this famous painting, I wonder if we can part with it?"

Qi Muen hesitated for a while, but still begged. After all, he is also a person who loves painting, and when he sees it, he doesn't want to miss it.

"Prince Qi, you are trying to kill me!"

Zhang Hanfu refused.

"Then Uncle Zheng, since you can get two famous paintings of Gandalf, you must be familiar with him, so can you recommend them for me?"

Qi concubine is the next best thing.

With his status, he definitely has no chance to develop in his official career, so he started to engage in art and become a literary man.

"How about telling you this after I ask Master Gandalf for his opinion?"

Zheng Qingfang did not agree indiscriminately.

"Then please!"

After Qi Muen bowed his hands and saluted, he became excited again: "Isn't there still a famous painting? Hurry up and take it out!"

"This third picture, I'm afraid it's the finale, right?"

Fang Lun guessed.

"Just now, everyone admired Master Miao's Tripitaka and praised it very highly. Now, I also have one. Please comment."

Following Zheng Qingfang's words, the big man unfolded the picture scroll, and a "Sanzang Journey to the West" was displayed in front of everyone. For a moment, the entire Linjiang Palace was silent.

When everyone looked at this picture scroll, all words were lost, and all their hearts were attracted by Sanzang's resolute face.

Is Miao Mu's Tripitaka not good?

Very good, it is already a rare and good product, but there is no harm without comparison. Compared with this picture, it is the younger brother in the younger brother!

Strictly speaking, the famous painting that Zheng Qingfang took out is at best a portrait, which is as simple as death, but the simpler it is, the easier it is for people to resonate.

Those present, especially those old people, couldn't help sighing, the years are merciless, the youth is fading, who doesn't want to live a few more years?

To be honest, at this age, most people are muddling along, but after seeing this famous painting, their spirits are suddenly full of energy.

"Haha, wonderful! Wonderful!"

An old man laughed loudly, stroking his beard, and staring at the map of Tripitaka's Journey to the West: "I have long wanted to go to the north and take in the magnificent scenery of the desert, but I was worried that I would die on the way, so I couldn't make it for a long time!"

"Ridiculous! Sad! Deplorable!"

"I am not dead, but my heart is dead!"

After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly cupped his hands towards Zheng Qingfang: "Brother Zheng, my brother's family, I'm counting on you!"

After the old man finished speaking, he laughed and left with bold steps. His ambition was ignited by this famous painting, and he wanted to fulfill the ambition he set when he was young!

"Eh? Father, father, you can't go!"

A middle-aged man is in a hurry and wants to chase him out. The family's current status depends entirely on his father's power and connections. If he dies outside, the family's influence will be greatly reduced.

"Xiao Zhang, don't chase him, let him go!"

Zheng Qingfang persuaded him that the two had known each other for a long time, but since he became an official in the court, Lao Zhang never called himself Brother Zheng again, and now he called him by this again, which showed that his heart had returned to the past.

"calm down!"

Fang Taishou kept telling himself not to do stupid things, he now has the urge to resign from office and complete the ideal of traveling all over famous mountains and rivers that he set when he was young.

"This is the power of famous paintings!"

Qi Muen sighed.

At this moment, the entire hall was immersed in an inexplicable atmosphere.

In the past year or so, "Journey to the West" has been a big hit. It can be said that even the illiterate common people have heard it from storytellers.

At the craziest time, not to mention the teahouses and wine shops in Jinling, even the simple tea shops in the suburbs, there are girls with red teeth boards singing Journey to the West.

Just because everyone has read Journey to the West, their feelings will be particularly strong when they see this map of Sanzang's Journey to the West.

In the painting, Sanzang is no longer wearing gorgeous cassocks, nor is he the appearance of a fair-faced eminent monk. He is dusty, leading a white horse stained with mud, holding a tin staff with nine rings, and trekking hard against the miasma and fierce beasts.

The color of this painting is not bright, even because of the use of gray tones, at first glance, there is a sense of depression and struggle, which makes people very uncomfortable.

But this discomfort, after the viewer looked at Sanzang, it all melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

Sanzang's eyes were resolute and unyielding, as if he had penetrated the fog and looked towards the western sky!

Sanzang's steps are calm and bright, as if he can overcome a thousand catastrophes and overcome all kinds of dangers.

Sanzang's expression showed no regrets and persistence in retrieving the scriptures. No matter how difficult and far away the journey is to the west, he will absolutely shrink back.

That kind of will, revealing the picture scroll, blows towards the face.

Life is trouble upon trouble!

Who is alive and has not encountered troubles?

Sometimes they really feel very tired, so let’s just go on in such a decadent way, but when they saw this famous painting, their hearts were ignited with a strong fighting spirit again!

"I feel like I'm 30 years younger!"

Li Zixing laughed out loud.

Facing the rise of Zhongzhou Academy, I am actually anxious?Got some nerves?Don't be afraid, I can definitely make it my own in my lifetime!

And the throne...

Li Zixing's eyes flickered, he bit his lip, and that chair, who said I would never have a chance to sit?

An Xinhui is a person with a tough mind. After withdrawing from the artistic conception of famous paintings, she looked at the signature and was stunned.

"Gandalf?"

Why is it this guy again?But it’s right to think about it. Journey to the West is the work of Gandalf, and he painted the book, which is also what the title should mean.

For some reason, An Xinhui looked directly at Sun Mo, and then blinked.

Sun Mo shrugged helplessly, and then he heard the system's prompt.

Ding!

Favorability from An Xinhui +1000, respect (11000/100000).

Chapter 507

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

Miao Mu didn't speak, as if he was in deep thought, but he was actually upset, old man Zheng, are you disgusting?

Miao Mu casually commented on the first two famous paintings, it doesn't matter, after all, there is no comparison, but now there are two Sanzang paintings, and the difference is 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.

"Master Miao has any unique insights?"