Chapter 195: The Wonderful Brush and Flowers Reappear, and the Second Famous Painting Is Born!

"master"

The maid wanted to say that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, but Zheng Qingfang glared at him at a glance, and she was so frightened that she quickly shut up and her breathing slowed down.

Zheng Qingfang felt itchy, but he didn't dare to urge Sun Mo, so he could only wait patiently.

Sun Mo stood in front of the case, took a wolf cent, and after hanging the pen to pick up the ink, he began to draw on the rice paper.

Brewing emotions? Composition in mind? does not exist at all.

At this time, Sun Mo thought about painting Lu Zhiruo accurately and clearly, so that people could see it at a glance, and it would have a profound impact and would never be forgotten.

"My papaya girl, don't have any trouble!"

Sun Mo was so anxious that he started writing a lot faster.

A little by little, a little by a touch, with Sun Mo's smart brushstrokes, a picture of a girl's spring rain gradually appeared on the paper.

In early spring, apricot blossoms rain.

A young girl wearing a light spring shirt, holding a large banana leaf with both hands, put it on her head, and then squatting by the creek outside the town, watching the ants move house wet in the light rain!

quack!

A frog jumped up and jumped on the banana leaf, Papaya Lady's beautiful big eyes looked up, and she wanted to reach out to catch it.

As he wrote the outline, Sun Mo's heart became more and more worried, why should Lu Zhiruo suffer this ordeal because she is so pure and kind?

What dissatisfaction and hatred, come to me!

Papaya is cute, like a blank piece of paper, she doesn't know anything about the evil in this world. If this time, she

Sun Mo didn't dare to think about it.

Because of his guilt and worry about Lu Zhiruo, Sun Mo especially wanted to draw her clearly and clearly, so after he devoted himself to it, his mood was aroused.

boom! boom! boom!

Inside the room, spiritual energy surged, gathered over, and stained the pen.

Along with Sun Mo's painting, smeared on the rice paper, dyed her with brilliant colors.

green plantains,

The crystal clear rain, the pitch-black ants, are all lifelike, and the wet soil seems to exude an earthy smell, which can be smelled through the picture scroll.

"This is"

The maid's eyes suddenly widened, and she subconsciously called out.

Snapped!

The housekeeper's eyes and hands were quick, and he covered the maid's mouth. If she shouted it out, it would disturb Sun Mo's painting, and disturb the birth of a famous painting. Even if he was beaten to death by the master, he would not be able to apologize.

The maid obviously also thought of this question, and she was so frightened that she had no strength, and had to lean on the butler's body.

Although I haven't seen it myself, but the coloring of the scroll is magical and magnificent, this should be the realm of the legendary 'Wonderful Brush and Flowers'.

Once it appears in this mood, it means that a famous painting is about to be born. If he disturbed Sun Mo just now, the painting failed.

The maid didn't dare to think about it any longer. With the master's love of painting and life, she was afraid that she would not get a happy death if she wanted.

Fortunately, the butler covered his mouth.

A feeling of the rest of her life grew in the maid's chest, because after the sudden tension, she suddenly felt relieved. This kind of ups and downs made her incontinent, and her legs were hot.

"Um?"

The housekeeper frowned and felt a dampness, but he didn't think about the reason, because Sun Mo's picture of a girl in spring rain was really good.

The girl is cute, cute and innocent, and blows her face, but isn't this chest drawn too big?

If I remember correctly, that girl is only thirteen years old, right?

Wait, the last time I saw that girl, she seemed to be this big, like two big papayas.

pretty!

pretty!

pretty!

Zheng Qingfang did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Sun Mo, but he couldn't help roaring in his heart. Is it another famous painting?

I, Zheng Qingfang, actually saw the birth of two famous paintings within three months. God treats me well!

No, I should thank Sun Mo!

Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo with admiration in his eyes. It was the greatest joy in the past few years to get to know him.

Immediately, Zheng Qingfang set his sights on this famous painting again, and subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch it, but quickly retracted his hand.

No way, this girl is too innocent, any touch is a kind of blasphemy to her, she is a spirit belonging to nature, without a trace of worldly fireworks.

Ding!

The favorability from Zheng Qingfang is 100, friendly (440/1000).

The maid urinated on her skirt and was embarrassed to death. She was afraid of being found out. She was thinking of finding an excuse to slip away and change a skirt, but when her eyes fell on the rice paper, she couldn't take it away.

This girl is really smart and delicate, making people happy at first sight and want to know about her.

Why didn't this girl wear an oil-paper umbrella, but a banana leaf? Why did she come out of town in the spring rain?

Is it waiting for someone to return? So who are you waiting for?

In an instant, the maid had a lot of things in her mind.

This is a famous painting. It shows the blank mood of traditional Chinese painting to the extreme. Although it is just a simple painting, it actually contains a story!

Ding!

100 favorability from the maid, friendly (100/1000).

In the room, because the aura was too strong, light spots flickered, like fireflies, floating around, and some of them landed on the rice paper, making the coloring more beautiful and more vivid.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mo finished writing, looked down, and was immediately dissatisfied.

What the hell am I drawing, aren't I trying to draw portraits for people to use? What am I doing when I draw a plantain leaf?

There is also a 'quack', do you want to give papaya mother sex?

With a face full of disgust, Sun Mo reached out and grabbed the rice paper and drew a new one.

"what are you doing?"

Zheng Qingfang roared as if seeing his beloved granddaughter about to be ravaged by the bad guys, he rushed over and grabbed Sun Mo's wrist.

"This painting is not good!"

Sun Mo frowned.

"Drawing poorly?"

The housekeeper was stunned, and instinctively looked at Xuan Zhi.

Flowering with a wonderful brush is a realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.

The famous paintings in the realm of wonderful brushes and flowers are produced. Because of the attachment of aura, they are not only lifelike, but also because of the attachment of aura, they are no longer black and white ink and paper colors, but become colorful, as if reality is imprinted on rice paper. .

When viewers see it, their minds will be swaying and intoxicated, producing an extremely pleasant mood, and even can't help but stop for a while, not knowing the taste of meat.

This is a famous painting, not the coquettish bitches that have been hyped up on the market. At least it can sell for millions of taels, and it is destined to be passed down and become a contemporary treasure that will be admired by future generations.

But what did Sun Mo say? Bad drawing? Are you planning to humiliate those painters who can't even paint a famous painting?

If that's not good, the butler can't find anything better.

Ding!

100 favorability from the butler, friendly (220/1000).

"It's not very good. Your characters are very well drawn, but the scenery is a little worse."

Zheng Qingfang felt a little regretful.

Can it be bad?

What Sun Mo learned from the system was the master-level figure painting branch of traditional Chinese painting. He didn't know anything about landscapes, flowers, birds, fish, and insects. However, relying on a wonderful brush to create a realm of flowers, he also reached an ordinary level, at least not ashamed.

"Uncle Zheng!"

Sun Mo smiled wryly, I'm here to ask you to do something, what do you mean by talking about painting with me?

"Sorry, I was wrong!"

Zheng Qingfang looked apologetic, looked at the figure painting, gritted his teeth, and gave it to the housekeeper: "Go, find some of my old friends, let them use all their energy, and be sure to find this girl within a day. , I, Zheng Qingfang, will have to thank him afterwards."

"Yes, sir!"

The housekeeper solemnly took the picture of the girl's spring rain with both hands and left immediately.

"Hey, be sure to protect it, don't defile it."

Zheng Qingfang still couldn't hold back, reminded him, and then laughed at himself, took the famous painting to find someone, Sun Mo, your extravagance is terrifying!

If those old guys knew about it, they would definitely call me rude.

But life is at stake, so you have to give it up if you don't want to, not to mention the famous painter is by your side. If you want a famous painting, why not let him paint it again?

Zheng Qingfang could only comfort himself like this, but his heart really hurts.

"Thank you Uncle Zheng."

Sun Mo was really grateful. For someone like Zheng Qingfang who used this kind of connections, all he paid was human favor. No amount of money was enough.

"When you say this, you're seeing the outside world, but I treat you as a friend."

Zheng Qingfang's tone was unpleasant.

Hearing this, the maid couldn't help gasping, and looked at Sun Mo with shock, who is this young man? How could the master value and love him so much?

You know, even if one of the master's most beloved nephews came to ask for an official, he didn't care, but now, for the sake of this young man, he started to ask for help without saying a word.

The old friends of the master, but the big man who can make Jinling tremble three times with a stomping of his feet.

"Besides, I'll do you a favor and get a famous painting in the end. No matter how you look at it, it's a profit!"

Zheng Qingfang was self-deprecating and wanted to ease Sun Mo's anxiety, but it was useless.

"Then there's Uncle Lao Zheng. I'm in school now, let's see if Zhi Ruo is there?"

Sun Mo said goodbye.

"Be careful on the road!"

Zheng Qingfang wanted to send Sun Mo to the gate, but this almost scared the maid to death and knelt on the ground. You are a patient, do you know?

Of course Sun Mo wouldn't let Zheng Qingfang send him off, and ran away all the way.

Zheng Qingfang sat in the room, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Sun Mo had used, with an expression of envy, is this the so-called genius?

He loves painting very much. In law, he can be regarded as an achievement, but in painting skills, it is not enough. After all, this kind of thing requires talent.

Zheng Qingfang could see that Sun Mo didn't take painting seriously at all, and there was no accident. This should be the second time since he painted the trip to the west of the Sanzang at Yuelaixuandian last time. A famous painting was born.

"It's a pity!"

Zheng Qingfang sighed with emotion that Sun Mo was determined to be a famous teacher, so he would no longer be a painter, so this world is destined to lose a painter.

Pity!

Sorry!

Sun Mo returned to school as quickly as possible and ran to the girls' dormitory. Li Ziqi was worried that something had happened to Sun Mo, and knew that Sun Mo would definitely come to see if Lu Zhiruo was there, so he waited for him here.

"Still not here?"

Although he had already guessed the result, Sun Mo was still dizzy when he heard it with his own ears. It was the worst case!

"No, we must hurry up and find a solution. I am a senior sister, and I want to protect my junior sister."

Li Ziqi racked his brains to think.