"Grandmaster Miao, what do you think?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Miao Mu didn't speak, as though he was in contemplation. Actually, he was very unhappy. (Old Man Zheng, are you trying to disgust me?)
For the first two paintings, Miao Mu casually evaluated them. After all, there was no need to compare them. But now that they were two Sanzang Paintings, it was clear who was superior.
Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to Gandalf, but if he had to say it personally, it would be a little face-smacking.
"Could it be that Grandmaster Miao has some unique insights?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Nice painting!"
Miao Mu dryly spoke. After that, he cleverly shifted the focus to Sun Mo. "Earlier, didn't Teacher Sun use the eyes of a great teacher to evaluate my Sanzang Painting? What do you think of this one? "
What could Sun Mo say?
He couldn't possibly praise her, right?
If he were to reveal that he was Gandalf in the future, he wouldn't be able to escape the name of self-flattery, so it was better to be humble.
"This painting has a big flaw. Gandalf's painting is too careless, it feels very casual!"
Sun Mo recalled the situation when he was drawing this painting back then and found a flaw.
"Teacher Sun, please maintain your respect for Grandmaster Gandalf. How can you directly call him by his name?"
Li Zixing berated.
"Yeah, that's so disrespectful!"
Miao Mu sighed. "Although it's said that scholars look down on each other, can you not make it so obvious?"
This was a matter of personal morality, and there was no way to clear it!
Li Zixing looked at Sun Mo and really wanted to laugh. (Who asked you to pay attention to your words?) First, I'll give you the label of belittling the great master.
Puff!
Zheng Qingfang couldn't help but laugh again.
"Uncle Zheng, what are you …?"
Qi Mu`en was taken aback. He kept having the feeling that Zheng Qingfang's smile had a bad sense of humor.
"My stomach hurts!"
Zheng Qingfang explained.
"Teacher Sun, from the looks of the lines, Grandmaster Gandalf's drawing speed is fast, but it's not urgent. It's called freehand brushwork. Only someone who can reach such a state of being able to draw as they please can be called a grandmaster!"
Miao Mu guided.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Miao Mu + 50. Neutral (50/100).
"…"
Sun Mo was speechless.
"Teacher Sun, are there any flaws in this painting?"
Zheng Qingfang asked mischievously.
"Artistic conception? It's a little boring! "
Sun Mo felt very uncomfortable. He really didn't dare to praise. (Speaking of which, Old Zheng, what do you want to do exactly?)
"Teacher Sun, your words are wrong. When I look at Grandmaster Miao's paintings, I keep feeling that something is missing, but I don't know what it is. But after seeing this painting, I understand. Grandmaster Gandalf is the author of [Journey to the West]. Hence, the Sanzang that he drew has an even greater charm!"
Qi Mu`en retorted. It wasn't that Miao Mu wasn't capable, but rather, he hadn't read the complete version of Journey to the West before. He didn't understand Sanzang's character at all.
"Teacher Sun, you aren't a professional. In the future, it's best that you don't casually evaluate other people's artworks. You're embarrassing yourself for nothing!"
Miao Mu lectured.
The guests in the surroundings started to discuss, having a negative impression of Sun Mo. There was no solution to it because they also felt that this Sanzang Painting was extremely excellent and there was nothing wrong with it.
Sun Mo was simply nitpicking a hair.
Upon hearing those noises, Lu Zhiruo grew unhappy.
"You're the one who isn't fit to discuss painting with Teacher!"
Lu Zhiruo was like a little puppy, protecting Sun Mo.
"I'm not worthy? Do you dare to compete with me? "
Miao Mu mocked and took the chance to issue a challenge.
(Prince Li said before that he wanted to find an opportunity to lower your sharpness. I didn't expect that you would deliver yourself to my doorstep. In that case, don't blame me for being impolite.)
Naturally, Miao Mu also wanted to take this chance to display his painting skills and expand his fame.
Before Sun Mo could say anything, Zheng Qingfang spoke first.
"Alright, Teacher Sun. Your personal student is here and there are so many great teachers. Don't get stage fright!"
Zheng Qingfang spoke in a righteous manner.
"Uncle Zheng, you..."
Sun Mo bitterly smiled. He understood that Zheng Qingfang wanted his painting.
"Haha, painting battle? I like such programs that add to the fun! "
Li Zixing laughed uproariously. "But let me say this first. Grandmaster Miao's painting belongs to me!"
"Prince, this isn't right of you!"
"Just make a bid, the highest bidder wins!"
"Will there be a famous painting?"
The guests discussed. They didn't really care about a painting battle. In any case, Sun Mo would lose for sure. What they wanted to see was if Miao Mu could create a famous painting.
"Go, prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
After Zheng Qingfang gave the instructions, he announced, "Later on, Teacher Sun's painting will belong to me, Zheng Qingfang. No one is allowed to snatch it from me!"
As the sound of Zheng Qingfang's voice faded, the entire place fell silent. All the guests looked at him in puzzlement. (Did you say the wrong name?
Sun Mo's painting?
Who would want it?)
It was too hard to even wipe one's butt.
Very soon, four gigantic eight-person tables were carried over, arranged in pairs. After that, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were arranged neatly.
"There's no topic. The two of you can freely express yourselves!"
Li Zixing spoke first.
Usually, there would be a topic for a painting battle. But to artists, there would always be topics they were proficient in and those they weren't. If there was a topic they weren't proficient in, it would be over for them.
"Prince, why don't you come up with a topic?"
Zheng Qingfang counter-asked.
Even with how thick Li Zixing's skin was, he couldn't help but feel awkward. Everyone here knew that his relationship with Miao Mu wasn't bad. They naturally knew what Miao Mu was proficient in.
"Only by freely expressing yourselves can you create a famous painting!"
Li Ziqi casually found a reason. In any case, no matter what she drew, it was impossible for Sun Mo to win.
Qi Mu`en glanced at the sky. "In that case, let's set the time limit to one hour?"
After all, this was the Deer Tail Banquet. They couldn't possibly let the two of them continue drawing and steal the spotlight!
"Alright!"
Miao Mu flicked his sleeves and walked toward the eight-person tables with the demeanor of a grandmaster. (What should I draw that can perfectly display my painting skills?)
(As for Sun Mo, this enemy?
Please, what can he use to win against me?)
Miao Mu stood before the eight-person tables and picked up the brush. However, he didn't start drawing.
"Sun Mo, hurry up!"
Zheng Qingfang stood beside Sun Mo and reminded him in a low voice, "Artists like them all have a few paintings that they are proficient in. They are meant to deal with situations like this."
One could say that Miao Mu's contemplation was actually an act.
"Uncle Zheng!"
Sun Mo bitterly smiled.
Seeing Sun Mo's expression, Zheng Qingfang blamed himself and explained in a low voice, "Sun Mo, given your identity and status, you would most probably become a 3-star great teacher a year later. At that time, how would I still have the face to ask you for a painting? Hence, I can only make use of this chance to earn another painting from you! "
Zheng Qingfang loved paintings and books, but he hadn't urged Sun Mo to write the latter half of [Journey to the West] because he knew that this was just a minor matter.
As a great teacher, Sun Mo had more important things to do.
In any case, Li Zixing wanted to use a famous artist to attack Sun Mo. In that case, Zheng Qingfang would beat Sun Mo at his own game, giving Sun Mo a chance to perform and earning another famous painting.
"Do you dare to guarantee that I'll definitely be able to draw a famous painting?"
Sun Mo laughed in self-mockery.
"Don't undervalue yourself. Miao Mu is 29 years old this year and has only managed to draw one famous painting. What about you? 20 years old, three paintings! "
Zheng Qingfang stretched out three fingers. From his point of view, Miao Mu wanted to compete with Sun Mo? He was simply overestimating his own capabilities.
In order to prevent Sun Mo and Miao Mu from being disturbed, the others stood ten meters away and could only watch from afar.
Naturally, major characters like Zheng Qingfang and Li Zixing were exceptions.
"Let's start. Prove to these people that you are not only the number one great teacher in Jinling, but you are also the number one artist in Jinling!"
Zheng Qingfang passed the brush to Sun Mo.
Sun Mo took the brush. Honestly speaking, he didn't have the mood to draw. But when he turned his head and saw the three of them looking at him with anticipation in their eyes, he suddenly felt that he mustn't lose face for his students.
In their hearts, they believed that he was the most impressive great teacher. In that case, he had to keep this fact at all times.
"Teacher, you can do it!"
The papaya girl waved her little fist.
"Haha!"
Sun Mo laughed. He lifted his hand and cast Encyclopedic Knowledge on himself. This was for him to discard all distracting thoughts and calm down first.
"What should I draw?"
Sun Mo muttered to himself and casually glanced at the surroundings, searching for inspiration.
These guests were all dressed in luxurious clothes and had exquisite accessories. Any one of them was equivalent to a year's worth of living expenses for a family of three.
Luxurious and exquisite food was placed on the table, and there were servants and maids serving them in the surroundings...
Sun Mo noticed that the students brought by these great teachers, as well as some young people, all had looks of envy on their faces.
(That's right, who wouldn't wish to attend such a high-level banquet?)
Sun Mo took the brush and dipped it into the ink. After that, he started drawing.
"So fast?"
An Xinhui frowned. She was worried that Sun Mo was drawing too hastily and didn't have a good idea.
"Eh, these few strokes are very impressive!"
Qi Mu`en and Li Zixing were knowledgeable. After seeing Sun Mo's few strokes, they knew that this fellow wasn't simple.
Gradually, a galloping horse appeared on the paper.
It was true that young people yearned for a better life and were envious of those from wealthy families. If they could turn their envy into motivation, that would be even better.
They knew what they wanted and they had to fight for it.
If they didn't have a good family background, they couldn't rely on their fathers, and they weren't handsome enough, no beautiful, rich, and beautiful women would fall for them. In fact, their luck wouldn't even reach them...
It was fine. It was enough as long as they still had their hands!
Run!
Run!
Relentlessly run!
With every effort, they would be closer to their goal!
Sun Mo's emotions were completely stirred up. Not only did he want to motivate these young people, but he also thought of himself.
Bzz!
Sun Mo's brush lit up with a sparkling light. The spirit qi in the surroundings was attracted and started to gather over.
"This spirit qi is Wondrous Blossom?"
Governor Fang exclaimed in shock and subconsciously looked toward Miao Mu.
The others also looked over, but they discovered that there were no movements from his side. After that, they subconsciously turned their heads and saw that Sun Mo's painting was flashing with light!
"What the hell?"
"Did I see wrongly?"
"Why would Wondrous Blossom appear? Moreover, it's so fast? "
The guests were completely shocked. How long had it been since the painting battle started? Why did Sun Mo's side erupt so quickly?
(Could it be that you aren't a great teacher but a famous painter who concealed his identity?)
"This..."
Li Zixing was dumbfounded.
"So this is the case!"
Qi Mu`en finally understood why Zheng Qingfang was smiling so wickedly. So, Grandmaster Gandalf was none other than Sun Mo!
At this moment, Prince Consort Qi surveyed Sun Mo as he sighed ruefully in his heart.
Peerless in painting and calligraphy, impressive!
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Qi Mu`en + 500. Friendly (500/1,000).
When Zheng Qingfang heard the commotion in the surroundings, he directly inclined his head. His sharp and imposing gaze swept through everyone. (All of you better shut up. If anyone dares to disturb Sun Mo's painting, I'll kill him!)
When his gaze turned back to Sun Mo, Zheng Qingfang felt great consolation in his heart. As expected, he didn't misjudge Sun Mo!
Geniuses were just so outstanding and just so unreasonable!
"You... you... why are you so proficient?"
An Xinhui was shocked. When did her childhood sweetheart become a famous painter? Moreover, from his calm appearance, it seemed that he was already used to the phenomenon of Wondrous Blossom.
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