Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 49 The Shocking Work ([-]) (Where is the recommendation ticket)

"Pfft hahaha!"

Mo Changsheng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, looked at the teacher who was speaking with disdain, pointed at the judges with his right hand and sneered:
"Do you think so too?"

No one answered.

There was only an old man with white hair full of shame. He wanted to say something but held back. He looked down at the colored lead painting and remained silent.

"Do you also think that no diploma means no culture?"

Mo Changsheng drew his arm half a circle towards the auditorium, pointed at all the students present, and asked loudly.

"Little friend, the old man practices calligraphy, and he dare not say much about painting, but the old man never thinks that a diploma means everything."

"Professor Chen!"

The teacher who spoke originally screamed, and seemed quite dissatisfied with the old man's words, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"The old man is telling the truth. There are many masters without diplomas in the literary world, and the old man dare not say that they are uneducated."

Professor Chen seemed to be quite prestigious. Although the other teachers were very dissatisfied with his standing on the side of the "enemy", no one dared to speak out to refute it.

Mo Changsheng nodded appreciatively towards Professor Chen, and the sarcasm was rarely seen in his smile.

"The so-called teacher is a person who preaches and teaches, not only to educate young people in certain subjects or skills, but also to guide them in the way of being a human being and the way of understanding."

"Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to others! If an educator can't even face up to his own shortcomings, and can't correctly realize how shallow his knowledge is, the disciples he teaches will naturally be like these frogs at the bottom of a well, regardless of right and wrong. Arrogant!"

Mo Changsheng pointed at all the students in the auditorium with a disdainful tone.

"what?!"

"Boy, don't you want to live?! Believe it or not, I let you climb out of the gate of Jiaotong University?!"

"kill him!"

"How can an illiterate speak so loudly! The world is so big and full of wonders. Today I have seen what it means to be shameless."

The students were not very old, and it was the time when they were young. As soon as Mo Changsheng's map gun was fired, many dissatisfied students immediately began to abuse him, and even issued "death threats" to him.

When Professor Chen saw this scene, he had no choice but to smile bitterly: "This kid is really."

Mo Changsheng naturally ignored these threats. The dignified Daoist Mo, wouldn't it be a joke if he was afraid of these little guys? !

The threats from the students can be ignored, but there are certain words to be proved, such as the most annoyed one among the judges.

"Who doesn't know how to talk big, if you are really that powerful, why don't you show your skills and let us "frogs at the bottom of the well" see how vast the world is!"

"That's right, whether it's a mule or a horse, pull it out for a walk, just talking and not practicing, even a three-year-old child can do it!"

Mo Changchang laughed and said loudly:
"Until the Yellow River, I will never die! But even if you don't say it, I will give my family Qingyan a gift, and by the way, let you "cultural people" who are arrogant in Yelang completely give up."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the reactions of those people, he walked up to Zhang Jie, who was painting ink and wash paintings, and said with a smile:
"My friend, can I borrow your Four Treasures of the Study and use this painting with you?"

Zhang Jie looked at Mo Changsheng stupidly, and nodded involuntarily.

He didn't know why he agreed to the other party's unreasonable request so easily, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him to agree to the other party, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Mo Changsheng nodded slightly to express his gratitude, looked at Zhang Jie's work, and said lightly:

"Your work is a picture of the misty waves in a landscape painting. Although the skills are not yet strong, it has a bit of charm, but it's rare for these ordinary people to appreciate it."

"Just now, Momou heard many people say that traditional Chinese painting is not good, and he was very displeased. Today, Momou borrowed your painting and modified it a little, so that these vulgar objects can see the charm of Chinese painting."

After saying this, Mo Changsheng turned around again, and said to Wen Qingyan dotingly:
"Qingyan, please also grind ink for me. Changsheng hasn't given you anything good yet. Today I borrow flowers to present Buddha and draw a "Lingbo Picture of Luoshen" for you. I hope you like it."

Wen Qingyan smiled and said nothing, but walked slowly to the side of the desk, and gently began to study ink for Mo Changsheng.

On the stage, all eyes are on, accompanied by beauties, red sleeves add fragrance.

Mo Changsheng picked up the paintbrush, let out a clear whistle, and started to paint.

"In the past, Cao Zijian, who became a poem in seven steps, was obsessed with seeing Luoshen. In Mo's heart, my Qingyan is the reincarnation of Luoshen. Today, let me draw a "Luoshen Lingbo Picture" for you, and then write the first half of Luoshen Fu , Dedicated to the beauty!"

"Look, that guy is actually drawing and writing at the same time!"

"No way, such a dick?!"

"Damn it, it's fake! Did he think it was a movie?"

Mo Changsheng is just like Tang Yin in Zhou Xingchi's version of Tang Bohu Spotting Autumn Fragrance, no, he is more swaying than Tang Yin.

He revised Zhang Jie's "Smoke and Vast Map", and at the same time he splashed ink on a piece of blank rice paper, singing clearly from his mouth:
"The God of Luo: Light as a frightened bird, graceful as a wandering dragon. Glowing autumn chrysanthemums, luxuriant spring pines. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind."

"Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; when observing it by force, it is as bright as a flower coming out of Lubo."

"The slenderness is complacent, shortened and well-fitted. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain as expected. The neck is stretched and the neck is beautiful, and the quality is exposed. The fragrance is not added, and the lead is beautiful. The cloud is so high, and the eyebrows are beautiful. The lips are bright , white teeth, fresh inside, bright eyes that are good at gazing, and the right to support. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely, tender and charming, charming in words."

"Extraordinary clothes, bone statues should be pictured. Dressed in robes, they are bright and beautiful, and Eryao and Bi are gorgeous. Wearing gold and emerald jewellery, embellished with bright pearls to dazzle the body. Practicing long-distance travel and wearing light trains. Slightly The fragrance of the orchid is so sweet, walking around the corner of the mountain."

"Qingyan, the daughter of the Wen family, is the eternal love of the Mo family.

Luoshen Lingbo again, the beauty is full of beauty! "

As soon as the voice falls, calligraphy and painting are all done!
"What did I see?! Zhang Jie's painting doesn't seem to have changed, but why does it feel completely different?"

"Look quickly, is there an extra person in Zhang Jie's painting? Why does it look like there is or not?"

"There must be, it's hidden in the mist on the lake, it's a pity you can't see the face of the goddess!"

"Wen Qingyan is so beautiful, like a fairy!"

"What Wen Qingyan? Is that fairy Wen Qingyan? Why can't I see her face clearly, but her profile is so beautiful! I swear, I'm in love with her!"

Everyone was obsessed with looking at Mo Changsheng's modified "Lingbo Picture of Luoshen". Everyone saw different scenes, but one thing was the same, that is, everyone was deeply immersed in Mo Changsheng's painting. In the middle, can't extricate myself!

(End of this chapter)