"Uncle Zheng, there's no need to worry. I'll finish the rest of the story very soon."
Sun Mo guaranteed.
The other party had already called him little friend and was even his fan. Since the other party was so generous, Sun Mo changed the way he addressed him and used honorifics.
"That's good then!"
Zheng Qingfang happily downed a cup of wine and continued to persuade, "However, you still have to accept the silver. Don't worry, this sum of money won't be included in the royalties. I'll also print 1,000, no, 3,000 copies. After I sell them and deduct the costs, the rest will all be yours."
"This isn't too good, right?"
Sun Mo frowned. Zheng Qingfang was working for him for free.
"What's not good about it? Such an exciting novel must be read by everyone. Otherwise, it would be a waste of heavenly gifts. "
Zheng Qingfang spoke righteously. As for the silver, he didn't mention a word about it.
As a retired high official, Zheng Qingfang didn't lack silver. What he lacked was a place to spend money.
After reading [Journey to the West], Zheng Qingfang immediately liked the Monkey King and Sanzang. If he didn't recommend it to others, he wouldn't be able to sleep well.
Zheng Qingfang had already decided that after the book was printed, he would first send it to his tens of good friends. Otherwise, they would surely blame him for keeping such a good thing to himself and not telling others.
"Congratulations, you've gained your first loyal fan!"
The system teased.
"Then why didn't you give me a reward?"
Sun Mo mentally mused. (For the next book, I'm going to write about my own stuff.)
The system chuckled.
"Alright, as a man, you should be more magnanimous. Don't push things around just for a few taels of silver."
Zheng Qingfang made the final decision.
Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was truly impatient and sincerely wanted to give it to him, Sun Mo toasted. "Thank you for your good intentions, Uncle Zheng. It would be impolite for me to refuse!"
"So many formalities, how troublesome!"
Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved his hand. "Be more carefree!"
What else could Sun Mo say? Loyal fans were just so unreasonable and crazy!
The topic of their conversation revolved around the Journey to the West. Zheng Qingfang seemed to have the intention to dig out all the plots in Sun Mo's mind.
Lu Zhiruo sat obediently at the side, not interrupting or breathing loudly. She could only be seen when Sun Mo was refilling the wine.
"Oh right, if we want to publish it, we need illustrations. Do you have any thoughts?"
Zheng Qingfang asked.
This was the first time he had come across this type of novel. Moreover, the four of them had too much style. Zheng Qingfang was worried that the artist he found would not be able to capture the essence of the characters.
Sun Mo's spirits stirred. "How many do you want?"
"It depends on the content, but we definitely need the portraits of every character."
Zheng Qingfang had been in the officialdom for so many years and was very experienced. The moment he saw Sun Mo's expression, he could guess Sun Mo's thoughts. "Little friend Sun is a great teacher and must be very talented. You must have dabbled in painting as well, right?"
"Not bad!"
Sun Mo mentally mused. (In the morning, I could only draw a picture of a chicken eating rice. Other than myself, no one else would be able to understand it. But now, after learning the painting technique, I can be considered a grandmaster in the field of drawing people.)
"Why are you being modest? Does my Absolute Great Teacher System not want face? "
The system was unhappy. "Tell him loudly that you are a master of traditional Chinese art!"
"Oh? How many days do you need to finish the manuscript? "
Zheng Qingfang could not wait any longer. The illustrations drawn by the original author would definitely be able to embody the essence of the novel.
"How about now?"
Sun Mo had to prepare for his lessons and conduct his first public lecture well. Hence, he didn't have time to run to the Reading Pavilion Bookstore.
"Ah?"
Zheng Qingfang almost revealed a doubtful expression and asked if Sun Mo could do it or not. Didn't one need time to prepare when drawing illustrations?
"You should have brush, ink, paper, and inkstone here, right?"
Sun Mo had seen too many works related to Journey to the West. There was no need for him to think about the characters' images. They were already imprinted in his mind.
"You really don't need to prepare?"
Zheng Qingfang instructed the old servant who had followed him for over ten years to prepare the brush. Forget it, he would just let Sun Mo draw. He still had to give face to the original author.
Moreover, if he couldn't do it, it wouldn't be too late for him to look for a great artist.
After the long table was set up and the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared, the old servant didn't retreat. Instead, he took two steps back and stood at the side, prepared to serve Sun Mo at any time.
Although these two steps were taken, they were just right. They weren't too close and would disturb the guest, but they weren't too far away and would make the guest feel slighted.
If one wasn't from a great clan, they wouldn't be able to practice it.
This was the foundation of a great clan. Just a single detail was enough.
Lu Zhiruo ground the ink and became a little maid.
Sun Mo picked up the brush. He originally thought that he would be out of practice, but after a few breaths, a sense of familiarity arose. It was as though he had been drawing for over ten years and could do whatever he wanted.
Dipping the brush in the ink, Sun Mo put it down.
For the first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice his brush.
The grandmaster-grade 'Character Drawing' technique allowed Sun Mo to draw whatever he thought of. Moreover, there wouldn't be any mistakes.
For the first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice his brush. The effect was far better than he had imagined.
When Zheng Qingfang saw a monster with a pig's head and a human's body carrying a nine-toothed rake, the scenes of Zhu Bajie instantly appeared in his mind.
It was vivid, vivid, and had a more artistic conception.
"Not bad!"
After Zheng Qingfang praised, he couldn't help but survey Sun Mo.
This young man seemed to be 20 years old. He didn't expect that he would have such high attainments in the path of traditional painting.
Could it be that he wanted to become a famous artist?
At the thought of this, Zheng Qingfang felt that it was a pity. After all, the social status of famous artists was only so-so. They were far from being respected when compared to great teachers who taught cultivation.
Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze. Right now, he was completely immersed in the thrill of drawing. If it wasn't for the fact that the situation wasn't right, he really wanted to draw a naked Teacher Hatano.
There was no solution to it. Sun Mo wouldn't recognize a clothed person!
One! Two! Three!
Sha Wujing! Old Ancestor Subhuti! Little White Dragon!
Sun Mo drew to his heart's content. It was like a game that he had just bought or a movie that he had just downloaded. If he didn't enjoy himself for a while, how could he go for a meal?
Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also looked to their heart's content. Scenes of the scenes appeared in their minds. Even the old servant at the side couldn't help but tiptoe and look at the paper on the table.
These characters were drawn with charm, as though they were about to jump out from the paper!
When the moon rose above the willow branches, the ninth portrait was the scene of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Fiery Golden Eyes trampling over the alchemy cauldron.
"Awesome!"
Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't hold it in anymore and clapped his hands in praise.
This Great Sage Sun's drawing was simply too lively. That sharpness, that tyranny, and that untamed aura gushed forth.
"Yeah!"
Lu Zhiruo hurriedly nodded.
"I'll rest after drawing the last one!"
Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, feeling a little tired.
"Should I draw another portrait of Monk Sanzang?"
Lu Zhiruo implored in a low voice.
"Alright!"
Sun Mo put his brush down. This time around, he chose the portrait of Monk Sanzang. He was no longer wearing a luxurious kasaya, and his body was also covered in dust.
He led the white horse and held the nine-ringed monk staff, facing the sandstorm and trekking with great difficulty.
As he drew, Sun Mo recalled his path of learning in the past. He thought of how he had stabilized his footing in the No. 2 High School after graduation and rose to prominence step by step. In the end, he became a gold-medal teacher of the high school department and was deeply appreciated by the old headmaster.
Now that he had come to the Tang Country in the Central Province, it was impossible to say that he didn't miss home. However, when he thought of Li Ziqi, Lu Zhiruo, and his newly accepted students, Sun Mo suddenly felt a sense of heroism.
Since they trusted him, he had to teach them well so that he wouldn't let them down.
Someone who lived off a woman?
Someone who graduated from a trashy school?
Someone who had no talent and was just an ordinary person who should live an ordinary life?
(Just wait and see!)
(I'll soon become the number one great teacher in the school, the number one great teacher in Jinling, the number one great teacher in Jiangnan...)
(I'm not worthy of An Xinhui?)
(One day, I'll make you guys change your words and say that An Xinhui has a higher social status than me!)
Sun Mo's brush moved like dragons and snakes, splashing ink everywhere.
The Monk Sanzang's portrait gradually took form.
During this period of time, Sun Mo had been called a 'soft-rice' by those people. He had suffered countless supercilious looks and slander behind his back. He appeared to be open-minded and didn't mind it, but he was still unhappy in the depths of his heart.
Sun Mo was waiting for a chance, a chance to prove himself.
"Since this daddy has come to Middle-Earth and is a teacher, I'll have to do my best and prove that this daddy is stronger than the aboriginals of the Nine Provinces! More outstanding! More impressive! "
Sun Mo had left Middle-Earth, but his heart was still that of a young man!
His blood hadn't turned cold, and his ambition hadn't dissipated!
When he encountered slander and contempt, he would f * ck them up, f * ck them up fiercely until they were looking for their teeth all over the ground and shut their mouths completely.
The spirit qi in the surroundings gathered at the tip of the brush. With every stroke of Sun Mo's brush, the spirit qi was infused into the painting.
"This... this is... the Wondrous Blossom Realm?"
Zheng Qingfang exclaimed in admiration.
The Wondrous Blossom Realm was a realm that only famous painters could grasp. At the same time, it was also a kind of marvel.
It was as though the painting drawn by a painter was real. When one looked at it, one's state of mind would sway and become intoxicated.
There were three realms to the Wondrous Blossom Realm.
The third level was when the entire painting was vivid and lifelike. Because of the spirit qi, it would no longer be black and white. Instead, it would become colorful and would emit an intense atmosphere.
As long as one saw it, they wouldn't be able to help but stop in their tracks, not willing to look away.
The second level was when the appreciator would be influenced by the concept displayed by the painting. They would lose control of their emotions and become infatuated, hesitant, in love, in pain, and in intoxication. They would want to take the painting for themselves and treasure it.
The first level was also the highest realm for famous painters.
The appreciator would be completely immersed in the painting. It was like they had become the person in the painting, experiencing everything and comprehending the painter's life.
At this moment, they had already ignored the flow of time. They would stop and look at the painting for several days and nights, unable to extricate themselves.
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