In the Nine Provinces, the status of famous artists was very awkward. Their highest achievement was to become a court painter and obtain the achievement of an Art Saint.
If there weren't any powerful aristocrats who sought after the paintings of famous artists, they wouldn't be worth a single cent. After all, famous paintings were too far away from ordinary people.
However, it was different for great teachers. Even if they were a teacher in a random village, they would be respected by everyone in the village.
From ancient times until now, none of those who left their names in history were illiterate.
The status of famous artists was ordinary, but if they had the title of great teacher, it would be incredible. Just like now, not only did Sun Mo draw a famous painting, but he also had a great teacher halo fixed on it.
This was amazing!
When great teachers admired this painting, they would experience the mental state of 'silkworms will only dry up when they die, candles will only dry up when they turn to ashes'. They would want to dedicate their entire lives to their students.
"Not bad!"
Xu Chunbo applauded. This painting described how a great teacher was willing to endure poverty and loneliness, coming to a small mountain village isolated from the world to impart his knowledge and sow the seeds of knowledge.
This was in line with the concept of great teacher aesthetics!
"I can brag about this for a long time!"
"I really want to collect a famous great teacher painting!"
"Don't think about it. Even saints would fight over this!"
The great teachers looked at the famous painting, wanting nothing more than to take it for themselves.
"Sun Yasheng, what's the name of this famous painting?"
Wei Ziyou asked.
"Village Great Teacher Painting. What do you guys think?"
Sun Mo's current mental state was like that of a saint's.
"Sure!"
Xu Chunbo nodded and then made a request. "Sun Yasheng, I have a presumptuous request. I hope to leave this famous great teacher painting in the Saint Hall for everyone to admire and to serve as a warning for the future!"
When everyone heard this, they were so envious that their saliva almost flowed out.
The items that could be placed in this great hall, other than rare and precious sacred objects, were all famous relics in the great teacher world and had glorious achievements.
Sun Mo's famous painting being placed here was sufficient to show that he was on par with those saints.
However, even Zhou Yasheng didn't dare to say a word of doubt. It was because Sun Mo's famous painting was truly outstanding.
"That would be my honor!"
Sun Mo didn't care about the whereabouts of the famous painting. Placing it here could even increase his reputation!
Speaking of which, it had been a long time since the System had appeared. Many rewards had yet to be distributed!
Xu Chunbo nodded and immediately looked toward Fang Hong and Second Sage Zhou. "You two, you …"
Sage Xu did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear. Do you still want to compete?
Sun Mo's performance in the previous rounds was incomparably outstanding. If you guys continued to fight him head-on, you would only be courting humiliation.
"Hmph!"
Second Sage Zhou's face sank. He walked straight to the front of the holy statue and sat down cross-legged. He wouldn't admit defeat!
"What about you?"
Xu Chunbo looked at Fang Hong.
"Sigh!"
Fang Hong shook her head and sighed. "I'm not competing anymore. I can't win!"
"Thank you for giving way!"
Sun Mo was also someone who knew how to do things. He hurriedly expressed his thanks and increased the favorable impression points.
"Come on, I'm not going easy on you. It's your genuine talent that makes me flinch!"
Fang Hong waved her hand and sneaked a glance at An Xinhui. "Sun Mo, you have to consider the matter I told you. That great-granddaughter of mine is as beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous. She's definitely a good match!"
(Huh?)
Hearing that Fang Hong wanted to recruit Sun Mo as her great-granddaughter's son-in-law in public, everyone was stunned. (Does your Fang Clan not want face?
It's not like your great-granddaughter can't get married.)
However, when they thought of Sun Mo's background, everyone suddenly didn't find it strange. To put it in an unpleasant way, Fang Hong seemed to be trying to curry favor with Sun Mo.
"Haha!"
Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.
"Alright, let's talk about this later. However, I have a presumptuous request!"
Fang Hong sighed. "I'm already so old, and I don't know how many more years I have left to live. Therefore, I want to ask you for a painting."
"Is it a portrait painting?"
Sun Mo asked. Seeing Fang Hong nodding, he walked to the desk and picked up his brush to start drawing.
By drawing a portrait, he would be able to gain a favor. Of course, he had to do such a transaction. In any case, Sun Mo was a master painter.
However, after drawing the outline, he suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball.
(No!
I can't be so careless!)
(Second Sage Zhou still won't give up. In that case, I'll take this chance to completely crush him!) (I'll let everyone know that I, Sun Mo, am the number one in the world and fully deserving of being the Saint Gate's Sect Leader.)
(The responsibility of a great teacher is to educate and guide people. Then I'll let Fang Hong comprehend a great teacher halo.)
Sun Mo started to recall the conversation he had with Fang Hong when he was climbing the stairway to heaven.
Although she didn't say it clearly, from her words, it could be seen that she was filled with pride toward her career. However, she was depressed about her personal life.
In the past, Fang Hong also wanted to be a good wife who would support her husband and teach their children. However, the unhappiness of her marriage caused her to put all her energy into her work.
Everyone slowed down their breathing, deeply afraid that they would disturb Sun Mo's thoughts.
15 minutes later, Sun Mo moved his brush again.
Very soon, a row upon row of small cities filled with the smoke of a marketplace appeared on the paper. Looking at the smoke rising into the air and the lifelike peddlers pulling the chicken cart through the streets, the cries of people selling their wares seemed to have left the paper and drifted into everyone's ears.
There was a group of women washing clothes by the stream, chatting non-stop. A rich man was holding a cane and chasing after his unfilial son.
There was also a drunkard who was bitten by a wild dog. He was cursing and limping.
...
Everyone didn't know what was going on.
Sun Mo's drawing was definitely extremely good. Those soybean-sized characters were all drawn very delicately. The contours of their faces were clear, and even the creases on their clothes and the mud on their shoes gave them a great sense of realism.
This was a marketplace painting that was similar to the Along the River During the Qingming Festival Painting. Although it was very good, it didn't match the self-portrait that Secondary Saint Fang requested, right?
Moreover, after Sun Mo finished drawing, it was still black and white without any color. This meant that it was just an ordinary painting and didn't become a famous painting.
"What should we do? Should we blow it or not? "
Qin Yaoguang stretched out her hand and poked Li Ziqi's arm, asking in a low voice.
"Why not?"
Li Ziqi rolled her eyes. How could famous paintings be created so easily? Moreover, her teacher had already completed one today.
"That's right, this thing isn't cabbage. Many famous artists would only be able to create a single painting in their lifetime!"
Just when Gu Xiuxun was deliberating over her words and how she should blow it so that no one would refute her, someone had already beaten her to it.
"This painting reminds me of the small city I lived in back then. Although it's backward, it's filled with warm memories."
"Look at those people. Every action of theirs is like they're alive!"
"That's not all. I seem to be able to hear the sound of muslin being washed!"
The more everyone spoke, the more enthusiastic they became. But all of a sudden, they were interrupted by a rough voice.
"Forget it. Don't you guys find it disgusting to boast like this? Given Secondary Saint Fang's background, no one would doubt his skills even if he couldn't produce a famous painting. However, it's too disgusting for you guys to blindly flatter him. "
Secondary Saint Zhou's group of friends and relatives started to fire.
"That's right, it's extremely disgusting!"
A high-star great teacher had just finished speaking and was preparing to continue when Fang Hong, who had been silent all this while, suddenly erupted with tremendous spirit qi waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Intense spirit pressure swept out in all directions, causing everyone to be unable to stand steadily.
"This..."
The few saints present were dumbfounded.
They had experienced the process of breaking through to the saint realm before, so their memories of this process were still fresh. Fang Hong's current state was that of breaking through to the saint realm!
"Get out! Everyone, get out! "
After Wei Ziyou urged them, he blasted out his holy words and forcibly expelled them. He was worried that these people would disturb Fang Hong if they stayed here.
Secondary Saint Zhou's gaze turned sluggish. After that, he looked toward Sun Mo's painting. There was no need to ask. It was definitely the effect of this thing.
Everyone also thought of this reason. They had wanted to observe the painting, but Wei Ziyou had already put it away. Otherwise, it would be torn apart by the violent spirit qi that gushed over.
"Everyone, get out!"
Xu Chunbo berated. After that, he looked toward Secondary Saint Zhou. "I'm sorry, your Holy Statue Questioning Heart will have to be delayed for a while!"
In the blink of an eye, everyone left the hall, leaving it to Fang Hong.
The wait was very long.
Half an hour later, the spirit qi waves calmed down. Then, all sorts of spirit qi transformed into auspicious beasts that flew into the sky and circled around without leaving.
"This is... success?"
Ji Xiangdong was envious.
Creak!
The door of the hall opened and Fang Hong walked out.
She exuded an inviolable holy beauty. As she looked around, the prowess of a saint radiated in all directions, causing people to not dare to look straight at her.
"Congratulations to Teacher Fang for becoming a saint and taking a step forward in your life!"
Everyone bowed respectfully.
At this moment, Secondary Saint Zhou's heart was filled with bitterness. This bow caused people to have mixed feelings.
Fang Hong didn't pay them any heed. She walked straight up to Sun Mo and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Teacher Sun, for bestowing the painting. It allowed me to untie the knot in my heart and advance to a secondary saint!"
"Saint Fang is too polite!"
Sun Mo didn't expect that there would be such a scene.
"Ha, everyone, I didn't say it wrongly, right? This isn't a famous painting, but it's comparable to one! "
"That's right. Can a famous painting allow a secondary saint to advance to a saint?"
"That's why I said that your judgment isn't good!"
The people who had been mocked by Secondary Saint Zhou's group of friends and relatives finally found a reason to retaliate. (What? You're not convinced?
Then call a famous artist over and get him to draw a famous painting to help a secondary saint level up!)
The faces of Secondary Saint Zhou's group of friends and relatives flushed red, wanting nothing more than to leave immediately.
Secondary Saint Zhou wore a resolute expression and entered the hall again without saying a word. (If I can't win this match, then I might as well die!)
"Saint Fang, what's going on?"
Xu Chunbo was curious.
"That painting might be ordinary to you guys, but to me, it's the most beautiful memory in my life!"
Fang Hong explained, "Look carefully. That pair of young boys and girls flying a kite on the grassland in the outskirts of the city, that pair of young boys and girls fishing for fish and prawns by the stream, and that pair of young boys and girls lying on the bed in the study, reading a book with their legs crossed. Aren't they all the same?"
Everyone continued to admire the painting.
It was only then that they discovered that not only that, but there were also traces of this pair of children in many places. They were playing so happily that the people watching the painting couldn't help but smile.
"I told Teacher Sun about my past on the stairway to heaven!"
Fang Hong sighed.
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