"Old Master..."
The maid had wanted to say that the brush, ink, and paper had already been prepared, but Zheng Qingfang glared at her, scaring her so much that she hurriedly shut her mouth. Even her breathing slowed down.
Zheng Qingfang felt an itch in his heart, but he didn't dare to rush Sun Mo. He could only wait patiently.
Sun Mo stood in front of the writing table and took a weasel bristle brush. After that, he started to draw on the xuan paper.
Brewing emotions? Composing a picture in his mind? None of them existed.
At this moment, Sun Mo only wanted to draw Lu Zhiruo accurately and clearly. He wanted her to leave a deep impression on others the moment they saw her, never to be forgotten.
"My papaya girl, you better be alright!"
Sun Mo's heart was burning with anxiety, and his brush speed up a lot.
Dots and strokes, as Sun Mo's nimble brush strokes moved, a painting of a young girl in spring rain gradually appeared on the paper.
In early spring, it was raining apricot flowers.
A young girl wearing a thin spring robe was holding a large banana leaf in her hands, placing it on her head. She then squatted beside a small stream outside the small town, looking at the ants moving house after being drenched by the rain!
Croak!
A frog leaped up and landed on the banana leaf. The papaya girl's big and beautiful eyes rolled upward, wanting to stretch out her hand to catch it.
As he continued to draw, Sun Mo's heart grew increasingly worried. Lu Zhiruo was so pure and kind, so why did she have to suffer such torment?
(If you have any unhappiness or hatred, come at me!)
The papaya girl was adorably silly, like a piece of white paper. She had no idea about the evil in this world. If this time around, she...
Sun Mo didn't dare to continue thinking about it.
Because of his guilt and worry for Lu Zhiruo, Sun Mo especially wanted to draw her clearly. Hence, after he fully immersed himself, his state of mind was triggered.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the study, spirit qi surged and gathered over, tainting the tip of the brush.
As Sun Mo drew, the spirit qi smeared onto the paper, dyeing her with brilliant colors.
The tender green banana leaf, the sparkling rainwater, the pitch-black ants, all of them were vivid and lifelike. The wet soil seemed to emit an earthy smell, causing one to be able to smell it even through the painting.
"This is..."
The maid's eyes opened wide, and she subconsciously wanted to cry out.
Pa!
The butler reacted quickly and covered the maid's mouth. If she were to shout out and disturb Sun Mo's painting, disturbing the birth of a famous painting, she wouldn't be able to atone for her crime even if she was beaten to death by the old master.
The maid had obviously thought of this problem as well. She was so scared that her whole body went limp and weak. She had no choice but to lean on the butler.
Even though Zhang Xuan had never seen it before, the color of the painting was extremely mystical and beautiful. This... this should be the legendary 'Wondrous Blossom' realm.
Once such a scene appeared, it meant that a famous painting was about to be born. If he had disturbed Sun Mo earlier and caused the painting to fail...
The maid didn't dare to think any further. With her master's personality of loving paintings as much as his life, she probably wouldn't be able to get a quick death even if she wanted to.
Fortunately, the butler covered his mouth.
A feeling of surviving a calamity grew in the maid's chest, because after the sudden nervousness, she suddenly relaxed. This kind of great ups and downs made her incontinence, and the space between her legs became hot.
"Hmm?"
The butler frowned and felt a wave of wetness. However, he didn't think about the reason because Sun Mo's Young Lady Spring Rain Painting was simply too amazing.
That girl was silly, adorable, and innocent. However, weren't her breasts a little too big?
If he didn't remember wrongly, that girl was only 13 years old, right?
Wait a minute, when he saw that girl previously, her breasts were really this big. They were like two big papayas.
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Zheng Qingfang didn't dare to speak as he was worried that he would disturb Sun Mo. However, he couldn't help but roar in his heart. (It's actually another famous painting?)
(I, Zheng Qingfang, actually managed to see the birth of two famous paintings within three months. The heavens are really treating me well!)
(No, I should be thanking Sun Mo!)
Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo, his gaze filled with admiration. Being able to get to know Sun Mo was truly the greatest joy he had in these few years of retirement.
After that, Zheng Qingfang turned his gaze back to the famous painting. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it. However, he quickly retracted his hand.
There was no solution to it. This girl was simply too innocent. Any touch would be a type of blasphemy to her. She was like a spirit that belonged to nature and didn't have a hint of worldly aura.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Zheng Qingfang + 100. Friendly (440/1,000).
The maid peed on her dress and felt extremely awkward. She was deeply afraid of being discovered and wanted to find an excuse to slip away to change into a new dress. However, when her gaze landed on the fine paper, she was unable to shift her gaze away.
This girl was really intelligent and delicate, causing people to like her the moment they laid eyes on her. They wanted to understand more about her.
Why wasn't this girl holding an oil-paper umbrella? Why was she holding a banana leaf instead? Why was she running out of the town in the midst of the spring rain?
Was she waiting for someone to return? In that case, who was she waiting for?
In an instant, the maid's mind filled with many thoughts.
This was a famous painting. It displayed the concept of traditional painting to the extreme. Although it was just a simple painting, it already contained a story!
Ding!
Favorable impression points from the maid + 100. Friendly (100/1,000).
In the study, as the spirit qi was too dense, spots of light actually flickered like fireflies. Some of them landed on the fine paper, causing the colors to become even more beautiful and vivid.
15 minutes later, Sun Mo put away his brush and lowered his head to take a look. He was instantly dissatisfied.
(What the hell am I drawing? Didn't I want to draw a portrait to find someone?) (Why did I draw a banana leaf?
There's also a 'gua'. Could it be that I want to give the papaya girl a * *?)
Sun Mo, who had a look of disdain on his face, stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the fine paper and draw another one.
"What are you doing?"
Zheng Qingfang was like he had seen his beloved granddaughter being ravaged by a bad guy. He roared loudly and pounced over, grabbing Sun Mo's wrist.
"This painting isn't good!"
Sun Mo frowned.
"It's not good?"
The butler was stunned and instinctively looked toward the fine paper.
The Wondrous Blossom was a realm that only famous painters could grasp. At the same time, it was also a wondrous sight.
A famous painting that had reached the Wondrous Blossom realm was not only vivid and lifelike due to the spirit qi, but it was also no longer black and white. Instead, it became multi-colored, as if reality had been imprinted on the fine paper.
When the viewer looked at the painting, their state of mind would sway and become intoxicated, producing an extremely joyful emotion. In fact, they wouldn't even know the taste of meat for three months.
This was a famous painting and not those cheap goods that were hyped up in the market. At the very least, it could be sold for over a million taels. Moreover, it was destined to be passed down and become a treasure of the current generation, admired by the people of the future.
But what did Sun Mo say? That the painting wasn't good? (Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even draw a famous painting?)
(If this isn't considered good, the butler wouldn't be able to find a better one.)
Ding!
Favorable impression points from the butler + 100. Friendly (220/1,000).
"It's a little bad. Your portrait is extremely good, but the scenery is a little lacking."
Zheng Qingfang felt a little regretful.
How could it not be bad?
Sun Mo had learned the grandmaster-grade Traditional Painting from the system. He didn't know how to draw landscapes, flowers, birds, fishes, and bugs. However, by relying on the Wondrous Blossom realm, he could reach an ordinary standard. At the very least, it wasn't embarrassing.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo smiled bitterly. (I'm here to ask you for help. What do you mean by discussing painting with me?)
"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
Zheng Qingfang had an apologetic look on his face. He looked at the portrait and gritted his teeth. He didn't care about framing it anymore and passed it to the butler. "Go and look for a few old friends of mine. Get them to use all their resources and find this girl within a day. After that, I, Zheng Qingfang, will definitely reward them heavily."
"Roger, Old Master!"
The butler received this [Young Lady Spring Rain Painting] solemnly and immediately left.
"Sigh, you must protect it well. Don't damage it."
Zheng Qingfang couldn't control himself and reminded him. After that, he laughed in self-mockery. (Sun Mo, you are really terrifyingly extravagant!)
(If those few old fellows were to know of this, they would surely scold me for wasting heavenly gifts.)
(However, a human life is more important than anything else. Even if I don't want to, I have to do it. Besides, a famous artist is right beside me. If I want a famous painting, wouldn't I just have to ask him to draw it again?)
Zheng Qingfang could only console himself like this. However, his heart was really aching.
"Many thanks, Uncle Zheng."
Sun Mo was truly grateful. For someone like Zheng Qingfang who used his connections, what he paid was a favor. No matter how much money he had, it was no longer enough.
"If you say this, you are treating me like an outsider. I'm treating you as a close friend."
Zheng Qingfang's tone was unhappy.
After hearing this, the maid involuntarily drew in a gasp. Her eyes were filled with shock as she looked at Sun Mo. Who was this young man? To think that the Old Master regarded him so highly and doted on him so much.
One must know that even if the Old Master's most beloved nephew came to seek an official position, the Old Master wouldn't care. But now, for the sake of this young man, the Old Master didn't say anything and started to ask for help.
The Old Master's old friends were major characters that could cause Jinling to tremble with a stomp of their feet.
"Moreover, if I help you, I can still get a famous painting in the end. No matter how I look at it, it's a profit!"
Zheng Qingfang mocked himself, wanting to alleviate Sun Mo's anxious emotions. However, it was useless.
"Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Zheng. I'll return to school now and see if Zhiruo has returned or not."
Sun Mo bade his farewell.
"Be careful on the road!"
Zheng Qingfang wanted to send Sun Mo to the main entrance. This almost frightened the maid to death and she directly knelt on the ground. (Do you know that you are a patient?)
Sun Mo naturally wouldn't let Zheng Qingfang send him off. He ran wildly and left.
Zheng Qingfang sat in the study and looked at the brush, ink, and paper that Sun Mo had used. He revealed an envious expression. Was this the so-called genius?
He loved painting and could be considered to have some achievements in it. However, he wasn't good at painting. After all, painting required talent.
Zheng Qingfang could tell that Sun Mo didn't take painting seriously at all. And if there were no accidents, this should be the second time he drew the [Sanzang's Journey to the West Painting] at the Reading Pavilion Bookstore. He didn't expect that another famous painting would be born.
"What a pity!"
Zheng Qingfang sighed ruefully. Since Sun Mo was determined to become a great teacher, he wouldn't put in effort on the path of an artist. Hence, this world was destined to have one less Art Saint.
Regretful!
How regretful!
Sun Mo used the fastest time to return to school and ran to the female dorm. Li Ziqi was worried that something had happened to Sun Mo. She also knew that Sun Mo would definitely come to see if Lu Zhiruo was around. Hence, she waited for him here.
"She hasn't returned yet?"
Although he had already guessed this result, Sun Mo still felt dizzy when he heard it personally. This was the worst-case scenario!
"No, I have to think of a solution quickly. I'm the eldest martial sister, I have to protect my junior martial sister."
Li Ziqi racked her brains to think.
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