Chapter Sixty-Ninth

"Uncle Zheng, don't worry, I will finish the follow-up story soon."

Sun Mo promises.

Everyone called him a little friend, and he was still a fan of his own, and he was so generous, so Sun Mo changed his tune and used an honorific.

"That's good!"

Zheng Qingfang drank a drink happily and continued to persuade: "But the money still has to be accepted, don't worry, this money will not be included in the manuscript fee, I will also print a full thousand, no, three thousand copies, and then I will sell the money. , excluding the cost, it's all yours."

"That's not good?"

Sun Mo frowned, Zheng Qingfang was working for him for nothing.

"What's wrong? Such a wonderful novel must be seen by everyone, otherwise it will be dusty and ruined."

Zheng Qing's words were righteous. As for silver, he didn't mention a word.

As a high-ranking official, Zheng Qingfang is not short of money, but what he lacks is a place to spend money.

After watching "Journey to the West", Zheng Qingfang immediately fell in love with the Monkey King and the holy monk Sanzang. If he did not benefit others, he would not be able to sleep well.

Zheng Qingfang had already decided that when the book was printed, he would send it to the dozens of friends first, otherwise they would definitely blame him for getting the good stuff but enjoy it alone and not tell everyone about it.

"Congratulations, you have gained your first diehard fan!"

System jokes.

"Then why don't you reward me?"

Sun Mo said in his heart, for the next book, I will write my own.

The system 'hehe'.

"Okay, be a man and be a little more aggressive, don't push around for a few taels of silver."

Zheng Qingfang made a final decision.

Seeing that Zheng Qingfang was really impatient, and he really wanted to give it to himself, Sun Mo toasted: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Zheng, then I will be disrespectful!"

"So many etiquette, trouble!"

Zheng Qingfang frowned and waved his hand: "Be free and easy!"

What else can Sun Mo say, die-hard fans are so unreasonable and crazy!

The topic of the two people always revolved around the study of scriptures from the West, and Zheng Qingfang wanted to empty out the plot in Sun Mo's stomach.

Lu Zhiruo sat beside her obediently, not interrupting, not breathing loudly, only when she was refilling wine could she see her figure.

"By the way, if you want to publish it, it will also be accompanied by illustrations. Do you have any ideas?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

He was the first to see this type of novel, and the four masters and apprentices had too much style. Zheng Qingfang was worried that the painter he had hired would not be able to grasp the essence of the characters.

Sun Mo was refreshed: "How many pictures do you want?"

"Look at the content, but the portrait of each character is definitely required."

Zheng Qingfang has been in the officialdom for so many years, and he has long been a good person. Looking at Sun Mo's expression, he can guess what he is thinking: "Sun Xiaoyou is a famous teacher, he must be versatile, and he has also dabbled in painting, right?"

"good!"

Sun Moxin said that in the morning, I could also draw a picture of a chicken eating rice. No one else could understand it except myself. But now, after learning how to draw, in the branch of traditional Chinese painting, 'figure' painting, I can be a part of it. A master.

"Why do you have to be humble? My peerless Famed Master system is shameless?"

The system is unhappy: "Tell him loudly that you are a master of Chinese painting!"

"Oh? How many days can the manuscript be finished?"

Zheng Qingfang couldn't wait, and the illustrations drawn by the original author must be the essence of the novel that best reflects the essence.

"Now?"

Sun Mo has to prepare for the next class and prepare the first public class, so he doesn't have time to read Laixuan Bookstore.

"what?"

Zheng Qingqi was about to show a suspicious look, and asked if you can do it. Don't you need to prepare for the illustration?

"You should have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, right?"

Sun Mo has read too many works and derivative works about Journey to the West.

Those characters do not need to be conceived, they have already existed in my mind.

"You really don't need to brew it?"

Zheng Qingfang instructed the old servant who had been with him for more than ten years to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Forget it, let Sun Mo paint it. The original author's face is still to be given.

Besides, if it doesn't work, it's not too late to find a master painter with superb skills.

The long table was set, and the ink, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready. The old servant did not step back, but took two steps back and stood by the side, ready to serve one or two at any time.

Don't look at the two steps back, it's just right, neither too close to interfere with the guests, nor too far away, making the guests feel that they are being slowed down.

If it is not from a big family, it cannot be practiced.

This is the so-called big family heritage, and one detail is fully revealed.

Lu Zhiruo grinded ink and became a little maid.

Sun Mo picked up the brush and thought it would be unfamiliar, but after a few breaths, a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously.

After dipping in ink, Sun Mo started writing.

The first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie, Quan should practice writing.

The master-level 'figure painting' painting technique made Sun Mo really think what he could draw, and there was no error.

For the first character, Sun Mo chose Zhu Bajie to practice writing, and the effect was far better than he imagined.

Zheng Qingfang watched the appearance of a monster with a pig's head and a nine-toothed rake, and the plots about Zhu Bajie suddenly emerged in his mind.

Vivid, vivid, and more artistic.

"good!"

After Zheng Qingfang praised him, he couldn't help but look at Sun Mo.

This young man, who is twenty years old, did not expect to have such high attainments in Chinese painting.

Doesn't he want to be a famous painter?

Thinking of this, Zheng Qingfang felt a little pity, after all, the social status of famous painters was just that, far less honorable than famous teachers who taught the way of cultivation.

Sun Mo didn't notice Zheng Qingfang's gaze. He was now completely immersed in the pleasure of painting. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to paint a teacher Hatano who came out without clothes.

No way, Sun Mo who is wearing clothes doesn't know him either!

one! Two! Three!

Sha Wujing! Patriarch Bodhi! Little White Dragon!

Sun Mo's painting is so enjoyable. It's like a game you just bought or a newly downloaded little movie. How can you go to dinner if you don't enjoy it for a while?

Lu Zhiruo and Zheng Qingfang also enjoyed watching it, and the plot was roaring out in their minds. Even the old servant who was standing beside them couldn't help standing on tiptoe and looked at the rice paper on the table.

These figures are painted with charm, as if they are about to jump out of paper!

When the moon was on the tip of the willow tree, the ninth portrait of the figure was of the fiery-eyed Monkey King, the scene of stepping over the alchemy furnace, which appeared on the paper.

“Awesome!”

Zheng Qingfang finally couldn't help it and clapped his hands in praise.

The painting of this Great Sage Sun is simply too splendid, with that fierce, domineering, and unruly aura, blowing towards his face.

"Yes!"

Lu Zhiruo nodded hastily.

"Draw the last one and rest!"

Sun Mo moved his wrists and neck, feeling a little tired.

"Let's draw another Sanzang Master?"

Lu Zhiruo pleaded softly.

"it is good!"

Sun Mo finished his pen. This time, he chose Sanzang, who was traveling westward. He no longer wore a gorgeous cassock, and his body was full of dust.

Leading a white horse and holding a nine-ringed tin cane, they trudged through the wind and sand.

Drawing and drawing, Sun Mo remembered his own way of studying in the past, and how after graduating, how to gain a firm foothold in No. 2 Middle School, emerge step by step, and finally became a gold medal teacher in the high school, deeply appreciated by the old principal.

Now, in the Tang Kingdom of Zhongzhou, it is impossible to say that you don't want to go home, but thinking about Li Ziqi, thinking about Lu Zhiruo, thinking about a few new students, Sun Mo suddenly became very proud.

They believe in themselves, and they have to teach them well in order to live up to them.

Eat soft rice?

Graduated from trash school?

No talent, just a trash fish who should live an ordinary life for an ordinary person?

Just wait and see!

I will soon become the first teacher in the school, the first teacher in Jinling, the first teacher in Jiangnan...

Am I not worthy of Anhui?

One day I will make you change your mind and say that An Xinhui has surpassed me!

Sun Mo walked the dragon and snake, and splashed ink.

The trip to the west of Sanzang is gradually taking shape.

These days, Sun Mo has been called by those people for eating soft rice, and he has been slandered and slandered.

Sun Mo was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to prove himself.

"Since I have come to Middle-earth, and since I am still a teacher, I will do my best to prove that I am stronger than you natives of Kyushu! Better! Better!"

Sun Mo left Middle-earth, but he was still young at heart!

Blood is not cold, ambition is not gone!

When faced with slander and contempt, just fuck them, fuck them hard, until they find their teeth all over the place and shut their mouths completely.

The spiritual energy around him gathered, gathered at the end of the pen, and attached to the scroll with Sun Mo's strokes.

"This...this is...the realm of wonderful brushwork?"

Zheng Qingfang exclaimed in amazement.

The so-called wonderful brushwork is a kind of realm that can only be mastered by famous painters, and it is also a kind of wonder.

It is the painting drawn by the artist, as if it really exists. When you look at it, your mind will sway and be intoxicated.

There are three realms in Miaobi Shenghua.

Third, the whole painting is lifelike, because of the attachment of aura, it is no longer black and white ink paper color, but becomes colorful, which will reveal a strong atmosphere.

As long as people see it at a glance, they can't help but stop and stop, and they are reluctant to open their eyes.

Second, the viewers are infected by the artistic conception displayed by the paintings, lose control of their emotions without knowing it, are obsessed, hesitant, love, suffer, intoxicated by the paintings, and want to keep them for themselves and cherish them.

The first class is also the highest realm of famous painters.

The person who appreciates the painting is immersed in the painting, as if he has become the person in the painting, has experienced everything about him, and realized his life.

At this time, they have ignored the passage of time and stopped to watch, often for days and nights, indulging in and unable to extricate themselves.

Zheng Qingfang has heard that there are so many paintings that have been handed down from time to time, and ordinary people can't look at them at all, because when they look at them, they can't take their eyes away anymore. Thinking of accompanying this painting.