"It's coming, it's coming, the feeling is coming. I have a premonition that I will create a famous painting today!"
Miao Mu brandished his brush and splashed the ink. His expression changed according to the concept of the painting. Sometimes, he would be excited, and sometimes, he would be filled with malevolence. As for the commotion of the guests in the surroundings, he had long since stopped listening to them because he had already entered a state where he forgot himself and everything else.
Then, a few spots of light streaked across his eyes.
"Haha, Wondrous Blossom!"
Miao Mu was overjoyed. Just when he wanted to continue, he was stunned when his gaze landed on the painting. Why wasn't it colored?
Wait, why did the spots of light run away?
Almost subconsciously, Miao Mu's gaze followed the trajectory of these light spots. After that, he discovered that they landed on the fine paper in front of Sun Mo.
The guy who was boasting shamelessly just a moment ago was now holding a wolf bristle in his hand. It was glistening with a resplendent brilliance.
"What?"
Miao Mu's body trembled. His wolf hair uncontrollably drew a line of ink on the painting that shouldn't have appeared.
To painting, this was a huge mistake. Basically, it was impossible for one to reach the Wondrous Blossom Realm. However, given Miao Mu's painting skills, he could still salvage the situation. At the very least, he would be able to produce a pretty good piece of art.
But now, everything was meaningless.
"Wondrous … Wondrous Blossom?"
Miao Mu had a look of shock on his face. It was like he had seen an empire-toppling beauty marrying an ugly beggar covered in sores. Moreover, the beggar was an old man that was over 70 years of age.
How was this possible?
This wasn't Wondrous Blossom. It was a realm that only famous artists could reach. Even if one's family had a mine, they wouldn't be able to buy it. It was purely dependent on one's talent.
But this Sun Mo...
How old is he? He seemed to be twenty?
When Miao Mu thought of this matter, he instantly felt very angry and jealous. He felt that he had lived his life for 30 years in vain.
"Miao Mu, calm down. You might have seen wrongly!"
Miao Mu rubbed his eyes with force. After that, he felt despair. That's right, the spirit qi light lingered around, and the colors on the paper were beautiful. This was none other than Wondrous Blossom!
"Failure!"
"Failure!"
"Failure!"
Completely out of instinct, Miao Mu started to curse Sun Mo in his heart. As for his own painting, because his heart was in chaos, he had no way to continue.
Half an hour later, Sun Mo retracted his brush and the famous painting was completed.
A painting of galloping horses appeared before everyone's eyes.
The entire Riverfront Hall was perfectly silent, and everyone couldn't help but take a few steps forward before standing on tiptoe and stretching out their necks to look.
"Master Miao, do you still want to continue painting?"
Qi Mu`en asked.
According to convention, in a painting battle, only after both parties had completed their paintings or the time limit was reached would they be able to compete. But in this situation, Miao Mu was clearly on the verge of collapse.
"Draw … draw!"
Miao Mu recovered from his shock. He wanted to continue painting, but his mind was in a mess. The emotions he was brewing had long since vanished.
Why was that?
It was supposed to be a banquet for me to make a name for myself. Why did a layman steal the limelight?
"Teacher Miao, if you can't draw it, don't force yourself!"
Zheng Qingfang tried to persuade him.
"Master Miao, do you want to go down and rest for a while?"
Qi Mu`en gave Miao Mu a way out.
(You're very famous and call yourself the number one artist in Jinling. But in a painting battle, Sun Mo created a famous painting. How can you win?)
Only a famous painting could surpass a famous painting!
If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and leave. Don't disturb everyone else's view of the painting.
"I... I..."
Large beads of sweat appeared on Miao Mu's forehead. Ever since he created his first famous painting three years ago, no matter where he went, he would be treated like a grandmaster. He had never felt so distressed before.
Miao Mu really wanted to leave, but his pride as a famous artist made him stay. He had no choice but to flee.
"I'm still fine. Let's admire the painting!"
Miao Mu drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Accepting defeat was also a kind of tempering.
"Men, come and display the painting!"
Zheng Qingfang waved his hand grandly. Immediately, two maids with slender figures walked up, one on the left and one on the right. Their fair hands grabbed the paper and displayed the painting to the guests.
Hua!
Exclamations of admiration rang out in the surroundings.
On the paper, there was a vast expanse of grass that seemed to extend all the way to the horizon. Under the clear blue sky, clouds could be seen.
There was a group of horses currently resting lazily by the lake.
However, there were seven little horses that were an exception. They were currently galloping as fast as lightning, chasing after the few drifting clouds in the sky.
Their hooves stirred up the soil and trampled on the grass. Their manes and tails fluttered in the wind, resembling flags fluttering in the wind!
The content of this famous painting wasn't complicated, but the overall composition was heroic and imposing, causing people to feel as though they were in a vast and boundless grassland, becoming one with the world. After that, there was the scene of the galloping horses. The smooth lines of their muscles simply caused people to be intoxicated. Just a cursory glance was enough to allow them to sense the beauty of strength contained within.
After exclaiming in admiration, the guests quietened down and started to admire this painting.
This was the power of a famous painting. Even if they didn't understand it, they would still be able to sense the charm within.
"A masterpiece, truly a masterpiece. Just a glance at it and I feel my heart filled with strength. I want to gallop like those galloping horses!"
Governor Fang was full of praises.
"Sun Mo is also a famous artist?"
Cao Xian was shocked. He glanced at Yue Rongbo who was beside him.
"I just found out about it as well!"
Yue Rongbo surveyed Sun Mo curiously. (Brat, you've hidden it so deeply! Also, is your talent like the gushing river that has no end?)
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Yue Rongbo + 100. Friendly (836/1,000).
"I've said it before. Teacher is the best!"
Lu Zhiruo had a calm look on her face. "Alright, alright. There's no need to be shocked. This is just the basics. Just clap!"
Ying Baiwu had never doubted this point.
Gulp!
Li Ziqi looked at the painting and gulped. Compared to the papaya girl who blindly worshipped Sun Mo and the iron-headed girl who didn't know how to draw, the little sunny egg knew how difficult it was to reach the Wondrous Blossom realm!
As for her teacher, he could do it with ease!
(My heavens, teacher, you must be the child that the heavens dote on the most, right?)
...
Gu Xiuxun looked at the famous painting and suddenly turned her head to look at An Xinhui. She had always worshipped An Xinhui, but now, she suddenly felt some dislike for her. In fact, she even felt a little jealous.
(Why did you get such an outstanding fiancé?)
"I suddenly feel that I might not be worthy of him!"
An Xinhui clapped and let out a sigh.
Gu Xiuxun jumped in fright and hurriedly lowered her head. "No... it can't be. Sister Xinhui is also very outstanding!"
...
"Prince Li, how is it?"
Zheng Qingfang stroked his beard and turned his head to ask with a smile.
Li Zixing's expression was gloomy. He felt so depressed that he wanted to cough up blood. What could he say? He could only praise it!
"Good, very good!"
This was a famous painting. Even if Li Zixing was from the royal clan, he didn't have the qualifications to evaluate it.
"Haha, how is it good then?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
"Why don't you go and die?"
Li Zixing glared at Zheng Qingfang and cursed in his heart. His tone was stiff. "I'm sorry, my knowledge is shallow and I can't tell!"
No matter what, Li Zixing had received royal education before. He could see the merits of this famous painting. But for him to praise the murderer who killed his son, this was even more unbearable than killing him.
"Grandmaster Miao, since Prince Li doesn't understand, you should be able to tell since you are a famous artist, right?"
Zheng Qingfang turned his gun.
"This painting displays the hot-bloodedness and drive of a youth!"
Miao Mu spoke, feeling very awkward. He gave a perfunctory reply.
"Everyone, Teacher Sun, oh, I should call him Grandmaster Sun. After all, he drew a famous painting and is worthy of the title 'grandmaster'." Zheng Qingfang smiled and glanced at the surrounding guests. "In that case, does he have the qualifications to evaluate someone else's painting?"
"Naturally, he does!"
Governor Fang nodded.
The guests who felt that Sun Mo was exaggerating now felt a little awkward. Because when a famous artist evaluated a painting, even if the creator of the painting was present, they couldn't say that he didn't have the qualifications.
After that, they looked at Miao Mu and recalled how he said that Sun Mo was a layman who didn't understand painting. In the end, he was the one who got beaten up...
This... this was truly a humiliation that made them want to die!
But wasn't this Sun Mo a little too impressive? (You can break the record, become the top ranker, and even draw a famous painting?)
(Is there anything you can't do?)
"Grandmaster Sun, how long do you usually practice painting?"
Qi Mu`en was curious.
"I didn't really practice, I just casually draw in my free time!"
Sun Mo braced himself and explained. Recently, he had been too busy. He had planned to draw some movie characters to amuse himself and didn't have the time.
Wow!
The guests exclaimed in shock. This was what a genius was like, right?
Fang Wuji kept drinking and basically didn't pay attention to these things. However, Liu Mubai saw it. Honestly speaking, he felt a little jealous.
After all, no one would complain about having too many skills.
"Calm down! Calm down! Painting is just a minor dao! "
Liu Mubai consoled himself.
"Teacher, a famous artist is destined to have no future!"
Han Zisheng consoled in a low voice, "Your goal is to become a saint and enlighten the masses!"
"Bootlicker!"
Although Liu Mubai was cursing, he liked this personal disciple of his even more in his heart. (Sun Mo has Xuanyuan Po and Ying Baiwu, but I'm not bad either. Han Zisheng alone is comparable to six of your personal disciples.)
"Grandmaster Sun, I wonder if you can part with this famous painting?"
Governor Fang rubbed his hands, feeling a little anticipation.
"Fang Lun, you are in the wrong. Earlier, I've already said that I've reserved Teacher Sun's painting."
Zheng Qingfang hurriedly spoke.
If Sun Mo rejected, he might anger Fang Lun. Hence, it was better for him to bear the burden himself. Besides, he definitely wouldn't miss out on such a famous painting.
"Old man Zheng, you're actually scheming. You really have no sense of shame."
Governor Fang cursed loudly. Of course, this was just a joke between friends.
Li Zixing's original intention was to suppress Sun Mo. In the end, after the painting battle ended, he became famous instead. How could this do? Li Zixing glanced at Miao Mu. This fellow had been dealt a heavy blow. He couldn't depend on him anymore. Hence, Li Zixing turned his gaze to Ni Jingting.
At the critical moment, I still have to rely on you!
"Cough cough!"
Ni Jingting coughed hard.
The discussions in the surroundings immediately died down, and the guests also looked over. Ni Jingting was a 3-star great teacher, and this was the respect he deserved.
"Teacher Sun, painting is just a minor Dao. As great teachers, we still have to view teaching and nurture as our foundation!"
Ni Jingting lectured.
"Haha!"
Li Zixing was secretly delighted. Are you angry or not?
Just because your star rank is low, you have to obediently accept my scolding? Otherwise, would you dare to refute? In that case, I'll let you wear the hat of disrespecting your seniors. If news of this were to spread, the seniors of the great teacher world would definitely look down on you.
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