Absolute Great Teacher

　　 "It's finished!"

　　Sun Mo put the pen, and then saw the ceremony: "Master Su, good evening!"

　　 After hearing the three characters, everyone swarmed up, but because Su Taiqing was here, they didn't dare to push forward too much.

　　 "Done painting?"

　　Su Taiqing frowned, looked at the picture again, then shook his head and laughed, and pointed at Sun Mo with his finger, as if to say, you are really not a son of man!

　　Other painters, if the realm of wonderful brushes and flowers were born, they would like to achieve perfection and leave a handed down work. It would be nice for you, you don't care at all.

　　 What a violent thing!

　　 Others don't have such a high appreciation ability as Su Taiqing, and the moment they saw the Fengyue Picture of Jinling, they fell.

　　 This painting is all exquisite, even the wild dogs on the side of the road rushing to eat, all come alive, the fierce breath of protecting food, as if to come out of the picture scroll.

　　 Even in the alley, the mules and horses have just passed by, and the dung left by it seems to be hot.

　　Tea shops, wine shops, Qianzhuang cloth shops, and high gate courtyards with green bricks and green tiles, one after another make up the style of Jinling.

　　 From small vendors to pawns to large officials and nobles, they are all shown on the painting.

　　 "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

　　 The king of Qi was so addicted, he grabbed the painting in two or three steps, leaned down and almost pressed his face. It seems otherwise, it is not enough to appreciate the charm of this famous painting!

　　 The vendors along the street, the vaudeville artists, and the luxury merchants and dignitaries on the exquisite high-rises drinking and seeking pleasure, both expressions and service are extremely meticulous.

　　 King Qi is in the palace, although he has visited several times in private, but for safety, he can't always go out of the palace, so he yearns for the outside world and life too much.

　　 As the so-called unobtainable is always in a commotion, so now seeing Sun Mo’s painting, it almost draws his mind.

　　 As he admired this painting, Wang Qi felt that he was absorbed in it. He saw a richly dressed middle-aged man, but why did he appear alone in the alley?

　　The king of Qi suddenly came interested, and looked in the direction of the rich man. After turning a T-shaped intersection, there was a house not far away.

　　 The door was open at this time, and inside the courtyard, a plump woman was looking around.

　　 "This... This seems to be going to have a tryst with the outer room raised outside?"

　　 King Qi looked at the young woman, and instantly made up a big scene.

　　 "Interesting! Interesting!"

　　 King Qi showed a childlike smile, as if he had discovered a big secret that no one else knew.

　　 Is this Sun Aiqing deliberately doing it?

　　 With this idea, King Qi began to focus on these characters, and then he discovered that there really is a small story hidden.

　　 For example, the woman on the second floor is talking to a young man in Jinyi who is holding his head downstairs.

　　 The young man touched his forehead, and on the ground next to him, there was a wooden stick, apparently the wooden stick supporting the window, hitting the young man.

　　 But why is this woman's expression wrong?

　　 feels like an Ozi!

　　 Qi Wang didn’t know, this was the first meeting between Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing!

　　 Other people admired the paintings, and gradually, they also discovered some interesting places.

　　 "Look at this woman. She has a rope tied to her body. She should have been kidnapped by a robber, but why are these ropes tied so strange?"

　　 Xiang Zhao was surprised.

　　 He doesn't know, this thing is called turtle O binding!

　　 "Haha, hurry up, there is a scholar here who is over the wall, apparently trying to meet the young lady in the mansion!"

　　 "It's also very interesting here. This man, he should be a thief. He is now acting as a shopkeeper and is stepping on it!"

　　 "There is another fortune teller who stepped on shit, don't ask, he must be a liar!"

　　 People are sharing their little discoveries.

　　 They suddenly discovered that every character on this scroll seems to have a story to unearth.

　　 This is amazing!

　　 Generally speaking, in character landscape paintings, except for the main characters, the other small characters are pure backgrounds, but Sun Mo's painting gave them a story and suddenly became alive.

　　 "I Gan, you guys look here!"

　　 A prince pointed at the scroll and screamed.

　　 Everyone looked at his fingers and found that it was an underground waterway. At the mouth of the waterway, there was no one, but there was a touch of emerald green shirt, and there was a dark man's handprint on the shirt.

　　 This shirt is very small, only the size of a soybean. It is easy to be overlooked when placed on a long scroll, but when people see it, it can be shocked in a cold sweat.

　　Because the material of this shirt is not ordinary, and it comes from a woman, and the handprint is added, it is easy for everyone to infer that a girl who went out shopping and shopping was photographed Hanako, and a strong human dealer was pulling her into the sewer.

　　 This girl is over!

　　 Everyone just feels panicked and uncomfortable!

　　 "Sun Aiqing, is this a girl kidnapped?"

　　 The queen asked in surprise, and between her eyebrows, there was a kind of panic that wanted to hear the answer but was afraid that she could not bear the terrible fact.

　　 "Famous paintings, you have to see for yourself!"

　　 Sun Mo smiled without explanation!

　　 Everyone was immersed in it for a while, because from time to time we could see some interesting places and unearth some little secrets.

　　 But gradually, the men stopped paying attention to these, and instead focused on the Qinlou Chu Pavilion on both sides of the Qinhuai River.

　　 These women, the paintings are too beautiful, right?

　　 After watching for a while, King Qi lowered his voice, and quietly pulled Sun Mo's sleeve: "Sun Aiqing, I wonder if I can paint some figures for the widow?"

　　 "Who to draw?"

　　Sun Mo doesn't matter, his painting skills are masters anyway, and everything is easy to paint.

　　 "Draw those few!"

　　 King Qi picked more than a dozen women, and then gave Sun Mo a smile that could only be unspeakable: "You know, don't wear thick ones!"

　　 "……"

　　 Sun Mo is speechless, I did not expect that you, the king of a country, would actually like an aunt!

　　 seems to be lack of maternal love!

　　 "I said everyone, this famous painting, is it to be appreciated with the lights off, so it is more artistic?"

　　 Taifu Su finally woke up.

　　 "Yes, turn off the lights!"

　　 The king of Qi ordered.

　　The famous paintings have their own color and luster, so you can enjoy them in the dark.

The eunuchs immediately ran around and blew out the butter candles. Then, after the six house chiefs carefully lifted the scrolls, there was a huge exclamation in the square, and then they fell silent and quiet. Terrible.

Under the moonlight, on the scroll, Jinling Fengyue was perfectly displayed. Those characters seemed to be alive. Everyone seemed to have heard the children's frolicking, the scholars' reading, and the daughters talking with their own words. Nuo Nuo voice...

　　 The entire volume of paintings is full of magnificent and magical colors. In this evening in Xijing, it is like a peerless pearl, radiant and independent!

　　 "Master Sun!"

　　 Just as Su Taiqing spoke, he was interrupted by King Qi.

　　 "No, this painting belongs to me. I won't give it to anyone who wants it!"

　　The king of Qi stared at Su Taiqing, and decided to leave this painting even if he did not hesitate to offend the Sacred Sect Master, because this thing can really be a treasure of the country.

　　 The place, the occasion, and the person who painted this painting can be said to have far-reaching significance and great collection value.

　　 "……"

　　 Su Taiqing was dumb, and smiled helplessly: "I mean, such a beautiful painting, there is no poem to match, there is really something missing!"

"Correct!"

　　Qi Wang nodded fiercely, and then looked at Sun Mo eagerly: "Sun Aiqing, should you write a poem?"

　　 Sun Mo knew that he would not be able to escape, so he already had a draft.

　　 Pick up the pen! Dip the ink! Swipe!

　　 Phoenix tour on the Phoenix platform, Feng goes to Taikong River to flow freely.

　　 Wu Palace is buried in a secluded path with flowers and plants, and the Jin Dynasty is dressed as an ancient hill.

　　 The three mountains are half down and the sky is blue, and the two waters are divided into Bailuzhou.

　　 It is always the clouds that can cover the sun, and the absence of Chang'an makes people worry.

　　 After writing a beautiful thin gold body with a beautiful iron painting and silver hook, all the people of Qi Wang immediately cheered. It is definitely the blessing of a lifetime to be able to see this famous painting and good characters!

　　 "The word Sun Aiqing is really beautifully written!"

　　Queen was full of emotion, and the two waters were divided into Bailuzhou, the writing is so beautiful! I really want him to write a famous poem on me!

　　 If Sun Mo knew that Empress Qi had such an idea, he would never refuse, but instead of writing poems, he would write ‘zheng’.

　　 "It's a pity, why is Jinling instead of Xijing!"

　　 Jiang Yuzhen, who has not spoken, sighed.

"Yes!"

　　 King Qi is also very sorry.

　　 After tonight, Sun Mo’s paintings are definitely well-known in Kyushu. At that time, Jinling’s reputation will rise further, and perhaps it will become the number one city in Kyushu, attracting countless wealthy businessmen to go sightseeing and even settle down.

　　 How much tax do you have to charge?

　　 "Your Highness, you can't ask for too much, after all, Master Sun has never lived in Xijing!"

　　Su Taifu said something fair.

　　 "The teacher is amazing!"

　　 Xian Yuwei flushed with excitement, clutching Ying Baiwu's arm and shaking vigorously.

　　 "After tonight, the teacher is a veritable painter, right?"

　　Taiyutang's eyes rolled: "We have to take this matter down!"

　　 "Teachers are not rare such honors!"

　　 Win a hundred dances and curl his lips.

　　 On the high platform, Li Ziqi, who has been silent, looked at the three of Zeng Gongnian.

　　 "How about these two famous paintings by painter Zeng, painter Zou, painter Wang, and my teacher?"

　　 Li Ziqi asked.

　　 "Masterpiece of the world!"

　　 Wang Zan praised, without hesitation: "I am ashamed of it!"

　　 Zou Yin and Zeng Gongnian were silent. To tell the truth, they didn’t want to boast. But on this occasion, if you don’t say a few good things, wouldn’t you appear to be jealous and narrow-minded?

　　 Furthermore, this kind of famous painting, even a fool, knows that it is handed down.

　　 "Handed down!"

　　 Zeng Gongnian boasted.

"Ok!"

　　 Zou Yin nodded.

　　 "Where is the word my teacher?"

　　 Li Ziqi asked again.

　　 "The pen is hearty and unrestrained, yet it is sharp and sharp, full of pride and heroism, like broken gold and jade, it has a different charm. I heard that this is called thin gold body?"

　　 Wang Zan stroked his beard, admiring his eyes: "It's not an exaggeration to call a calligraphy everyone!"

　　 Zeng Gongnian and Zou Yin nodded.

　　 "What about my teacher's literature?"

　　 Li Ziqi continued to ask: "Oh, it's Journey to the West and A Dream of Red Mansions!"

"good looking!"

　　 "When will the lower half come out?"

　　 "To learn from that **** and not write after rooting is really improper!"

　　 Everyone scolded.

　　 Many honors, maybe just arty, unable to appreciate the charm of calligraphy and famous paintings, but they can understand good books, and the praises of high officials and ministers are much harder.

　　 After all, these people are all dignified scholars, with high literary accomplishments.

　　 "Then my teacher, can I get the name of a master of calligraphy and painting?"

　　 Li Ziqi asked with a smile, the teacher doesn’t fight for these, but I want to fight for him.

　　 Everyone was silent.

　　 After all, this name is too big, everyone dare not talk nonsense.

　　 Generally speaking, calligraphy saints and painting saints are only granted after death, or they have works that crush their contemporaries.

　　 Even King Qi didn't dare to play indiscriminately, because although he had a high status, he had no status and influence in the calligraphy and painting circles.

　　 In other words, he is an outsider, and what he said is not counted.

　　 "In calligraphy, Sun's running script and thin gold body are of master level, and the thin gold body, because it is original, is the work of the founding school, so it is no problem to call him a calligraphy saint!"

　　 Su Taiqing spoke.

　　 Everyone immediately bowed their heads and listened humbly.

　　 This is the master of the sacred gate, the contemporary sub-sage, on status, reputation, literary literacy, and profound knowledge. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one famous teacher in Kyushu.

　　 His words are absolutely authoritative!

"As for the paintings, everyone has already seen it. Let alone his eight famous paintings before, that is the picture of the hungry people in the morning. Looking at the history of Kyushu, it can also be ranked in the top three. What is even more commendable is that Sun Shiji taught in painting. A lesson for the grandsons, emperors, generals, and ministers in the seats!"

　　 "Please remember that Jiangshan Sheji refers to the people of Li, not land or money. If you don't love your people, you will be overthrown by them!"

　　 hum!

　　The good words of gold and jade broke out, radiating the entire square.

　　The top class, headed by King Qi, quickly bowed their heads to express their education.

　　 "Then this picture of Jinling Wind and Moon, Master Sun’s ingenious conception is really eye-opening. Every character and people can instantly make up a story."

　　 Su Taiqing laughed: "Your Majesty, it's cheaper. If it wasn't for a gentleman who didn't win the love, I would definitely grab it!"

　　 "Yes, I won't see it anymore!"

　　 Xiang Zhao sighed: "Teacher Sun, can you tell me, what story does this man have? Why do you want to stand on a tall building?"

　　 "He is called Ximen Chuuxue, and he is standing there because he is waiting for another old enemy named Ye Gucheng!"

　　 Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders.

　　 Xiang Zhao’s eyes lit up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As soon as he heard these two names, he knew he was an expert, so he couldn't wait: "Can you tell me in detail?"

　　 Sun Mo smiled and shook his head.

　　 "So Master Sun, he is a master of calligraphy and painting!"

　　Su Taiqing looked at Sun Mo: "Books are the books of the book sage, and paintings are the paintings of the painting sage!"

　　 Why didn’t you talk about literature?

　　Because in the eyes of Su Taiqing, Journey to the West and A Dream of Red Mansions are just pastime works. Although they are classics, they are not enough to pass down to the world.

Wow!

　　 Everyone looked at Sun Mo's gaze, envy.

　　 This is the praise of the Sect Master!

　　 Zeng Gongnian and Zou Yin vomit blood with jealousy. They have been immersed in painting for decades. They are not even painting saints.

　　 But thinking about the famous paintings that Sun Mo has already painted, there are as many as ten, and they are relieved again.

　　 can't compare!

　　 Li Ziqi's wish was fulfilled, and he smiled openly.

　　 "Everyone, you can enjoy painting at any time. Now, can we go back and rest?"

　　 Sun Mo was a little tired.

　　 "Yes, rest!"

　　The king of Qi nodded quickly: "Come here, send Sun Aiqing back to the palace."

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