"Don't talk nonsense. What does this have to do with my period?"
Murong Mingyue's expression turned even colder.
Thankfully, the people of the Nine Provinces didn't know the meaning of this term. Otherwise, Murong Mingyue would definitely fight it out with him. It was because this was considered blasphemy and flirting.
"Let me make a point first. A famous painting isn't something that can be drawn just because one wants to. It's a product of luck."
Sun Mo spoke righteously.
What do you mean by a miracle?
It was when one was observing people, observing things, or being moved by the scenery. In an instant, inspiration would come to them and they would then create famous paintings. Any famous painting would have its own charm. There wasn't any accumulation of artifice.
To put it bluntly, it was no different from composing a poem. Those famous poems of the ages were all recited by great poets. The words might not be beautiful enough, but the concept was profound enough. It made people's lips and teeth smell good, and it didn't dissipate for a long time.
Murong Mingyue didn't deny it. Although she was a barbarian, she was well-versed in the culture of the Central Plains. She knew a thing or two about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs.
"Humph!"
Murong Mingyue no longer pursued the matter. She even felt a little remorseful and vexed.
Sigh!
I'm in a bad mood, so why should I take it out on others?
Murong Mingyue no longer paid him any heed and turned to leave.
Seeing that the target was about to leave, how could he do that?
I haven't even started to act tough, and you want to leave?
I absolutely won't allow it!
"But I can make an above-average painting."
Sun Mo spoke.
"It doesn't matter!"
Murong Mingyue didn't care.
"F * ck, why aren't you following the script?"
Sun Mo felt a little upset and anxious. He immediately racked his brains. "Are you in a bad mood?"
Murong Mingyue still did not respond.
"Shouldn't you apologize for venting your anger on me?"
Sun Mo continued to ask.
"Are you done yet?"
Murong Mingyue stopped and turned to glare at Sun Mo. "Alright, let's go to the classroom. I want to see what you can draw!"
"No need to go through so much trouble!"
While Sun Mo was speaking with Murong Mingyue, he had already started to think of a countermeasure. At this moment, he directly walked to a peach tree that was so big that it would take one person to hug it. He pulled out his wooden blade and with a few swishes, the withered tree bark was shaved off, revealing the tree trunk inside.
Murong Mingyue's eyes narrowed. What was this guy trying to do?
From the looks of it, he was going to paint on the peach tree?
But wasn't this a joke?
If one wanted to paint a famous painting, even if they didn't use good quality rice paper and pine smoke, at the very least, the brush, ink, and paper couldn't be too bad. Otherwise, halfway through the painting, the paper might tear due to the poor quality, or the brush might become bald. That would be too infuriating.
"Arrogant!"
A mocking smile appeared on Murong Mingyue's beautiful lips. Then, in the next instant, her expression darkened as she questioned, "Are you toying with me?"
Well, this guy didn't even use a brush. Instead, he directly pulled out a wooden blade and slashed at the tree trunk. How did he look like a painter? He looked more like a carpenter.
"Great Teacher Murong, could it be that you don't even have this bit of patience?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"Alright, I'd like to see what you can come up with!"
Murong Mingyue was already thinking of what to say. She usually didn't scold people, but when she did, she was like a wild dog that was out of control.
Hmph, I will let you know the fierceness of a grassland woman.
Sun Mo was fully focused. He channeled his spirit qi into the tip of the blade and slashed it across the peach tree.
He also didn't want to do this, but the tree trunk was uneven. If he wanted to use a brush to paint, there would definitely be small flaws. This was something Sun Mo couldn't tolerate.
Hence, he decided to carve first and leave behind traces. After that, he would dip the brush in ink and paint it.
If it was in the past, Sun Mo wouldn't dare to do this. After all, carving was a technical job. But now, he was filled with confidence.
It was because his study of puppetry was already at the grandmaster level.
The most important aspect of this subject was technique. Outstanding masters were all skilled craftsmen, and they could create ingenious puppets.
Carving all sorts of materials into the shape one wanted was naturally the basics of the basics.
It was much easier to draw some diagrams on the tree trunk compared to creating puppets. Moreover, Sun Mo also grasped several types of saint-tier cultivation arts, especially the Heavenly Sword Art and Prairie Blazing Fire Spear Art. These allowed him to use the wooden blade with ease.
Murong Mingyue, who was originally angry and prepared to scold Sun Mo, gradually frowned.
After all, she was a talented grandmaster in puppetry. She could tell that although Sun Mo's carving technique wasn't outstanding enough, it was extremely accurate. This caused her to be astonished.
"Could this fellow be a puppeteer?"
Murong Mingyue didn't understand.
One must know that when a student first learned the art of puppetry, they had to practice their hands. It wasn't that the puppets they created were fantastic, but they had to be absolutely accurate. They had to be able to completely replicate their teacher's work.
Every part had to be accurate. This was the first rule for puppeteers.
Very soon, Sun Mo completed the framework. After that, he picked up the brush and dipped it in the flower-patterned spirit rune ink. After that, he started to paint.
This type of ink could increase the effect of the spirit rune by 10%.
Gradually, strange flowers began to appear on the tree trunk.
"Is this a flower field?"
Murong Mingyue subconsciously asked. She didn't know why, but when she looked at these blooming flowers, her mood inexplicably improved.
Sun Mo didn't reply because he was completely immersed in his creation.
One sunflower after another faced the sun with a smile on its face.
This was an autumn day. The sun was high up in the sky, and the sky was clear, cleansing away the haze.
When Sun Mo felt that Murong Mingyue's temper was so bad, he activated Divine Sight. After that, he saw that her will was extremely low and had fallen to the single digits.
This caused Sun Mo to jump in fright because this was a sign that she was going to commit suicide!
He wanted to encourage Murong Mingyue.
At the same time, he wanted to encourage himself.
Although Sun Mo was having a smooth time now, he was also under immense pressure. Right now, the Central Province Academy had no influence at all. The only people they could rely on were himself and An Xinhui.
Hence, Sun Mo had to achieve three stars in a year and become a three-time champion. Only then would he be able to attract more students. In the future, it would be much more convenient for him to recruit students.
Naturally, the most important thing was that Sun Mo wanted to prove himself.
He also had a character that wouldn't admit defeat.
In this school that was filled with discrimination against people from the Central Plains, Sun Mo also wanted to become the most outstanding one, causing all the barbarians to look at him in a different light.
Murong Mingyue pursed her lips. Even if this wasn't a famous painting, she decided not to speak ill of Sun Mo. At the very least, Sun Mo's seriousness and dedication when he was painting shouldn't be doubted.
"Maybe, he is really a famous artist!"
Murong Mingyue sighed ruefully. After that, she laughed in self-mockery. (But what does that have to do with me?)
An hour later, Sun Mo finished the last stroke and retreated.
The painting was completed, but there were no colorful colors. It was only black. This meant that it wasn't a famous painting.
Pak! Pak!
Murong Mingyue applauded.
"It's a very good piece of work. I apologize to you."
Murong Mingyue spoke.
She really felt that this piece of work wasn't bad.
Although she couldn't name those flowers, they were filled with the aura of sunlight and vitality.
Also, in the field, there was a young girl running into the distance. That pursuit of freedom and dreams was like a ball of flames, as well as a bright sun. It was so dazzling.
"I'm really envious of her!"
Murong Mingyue sighed ruefully.
Sun Mo didn't hear these words at all. He stared at the painting and pondered for a while with furrowed brows. He then suddenly moved his brush again.
"Don't!"
Murong Mingyue subconsciously rushed over, wanting to pull Sun Mo's arm. In her opinion, this painting was already extremely good. There was no need to add to it.
However, it was too late.
Sun Mo picked up the brush and started to write. His actions were majestic and unrestrained. After a few strokes, he landed on the painting.
"Ah!"
Murong Mingyue gasped in shock and couldn't bear to look anymore. Sun Mo was going to ruin this top-notch painting. However, at the next instant, she couldn't shift her gaze away.
As the kite landed in the sky, the entire painting suddenly lit up with a sparkling light. After that, the spirit qi in the surroundings started to surge, absorbed by the painting and gathered on it.
Hua! Hua! Hua!
The ink-colored sunflowers turned golden one by one, tainted with the unrestrained feeling of harvest. In the field, a light breeze blew, causing the young girl's dress to flutter.
The sunlight was warm, and the kite soared.
The young girl had been chasing after it for very long. There was sweat on her face, as well as pain. However, Murong Mingyue's gaze involuntarily landed on the young girl's lips. She was attracted by that smile.
It was unknown why, but when Murong Mingyue looked at this field of sunflowers and the young girl chasing after the kite, her mood suddenly brightened up.
The wind that blew past the flower field also seemed to blow past her heart, bringing away her fatigue and frustration, leaving behind a stretch of tranquility.
"What is it called?"
Murong Mingyue asked. She put out her hand, wanting to touch that field of flowers. However, when she was about to get close, she stopped.
She didn't dare to profane it.
"What do you want it to be called?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"This is your famous painting!"
Murong Mingyue's voice trembled. That was right, she didn't say anything wrong. It was a famous painting.
She didn't expect that Sun Mo would really be able to do it. Moreover, he had drawn it on the trunk of a peach tree.
It was truly miraculous.
"I'll give it to you."
Sun Mo smiled and looked at this painting in satisfaction.
He didn't expect that the kite at the end would be the finishing touch. It instantly raised the entire painting's mood and style, causing it to turn from a top-notch painting into a classic.
That was right, a classic that could be passed down for generations.
"Give it to me?"
Murong Mingyue started.
"That's right, it was originally drawn because of you!"
Sun Mo's state of mind had already been removed. Hence, at this moment, he started to gain favorable impression points, preparing to trick Murong Mingyue into returning home.
"Speaking of which, she wouldn't be so moved that she would give herself to me, right?"
Sun Mo felt a little anticipation.
After falling silent for a while, Murong Mingyue shook her head and mumbled, "I'm not worthy." After that, she asked again, "What is it called?"
"The kite chasing girl!"
Sun Mo didn't stand on ceremony and directly gave her the title.
Murong Mingyue quietly stood there, looking at this famous painting. She was in a daze for a long time and only spoke after half an hour.
"How nice!"
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Murong Mingyue + 1,000. Respect (1,208/10000).
"You're too kind!"
Sun Mo was modest. After that, he saw that Murong Mingyue's eyes were completely red and tears were flowing down. (Haha, so touched?
Now, the fish definitely won't be able to escape, right?)
How wonderful!
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