Chapter 114 I am Master of Clouds

The two middle–aged men were not convinced by each other. They immediately walked to the study and put out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, preparing to compete.

But what would they draw?

Mr. Kurds suggested, “I remember that when we first met the senior, we were in the school’s Lotus Pond. Why don’t we draw the lotus? Let’s see who have more imagination.”

Drawing without real objects was not only a test of drawing, but also a test of connection.

Hearing this, Mr. Wood was unhappy and said angrily, “Come on! How dare you mention the senior? I think you are just showing off your wife here today.”

At that time, they chased after the senior together, but Mr. Kurds won, and he fell in love with her. Mr. Wood was so angry that he didn’t talk to Mr. Kurds for several days. At last, he asked Mr. Kurds to treat him a big meal in the canteen of the school to vent his hatred.

The scene was a sweet memory for Mr. Kurds, but for Mr. Wood, it was a rotten youth.

He wouldn’t draw.

Seeing this, Mr. Kurds suddenly patted his thigh and said, “Then draw a bird!”

“A bird?”

Mr. Wood searched his memory and found that the memory of the senior in his mind indeed had nothing to do with birds, so he nodded and said, “Okay, birds then.”

So, they each occupied a table and began to paint.

John felt it interesting, and he stood aside and looked at them without saying anything.

After a while, they finished their paintings one after another and couldn’t wait to ask John to judge

them.

you just need to tell

judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was good at painting

also looked at him

smiled and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is anything wrong, please

took over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while

Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the

The bird in the painting, raising its

at the feather on its neck, stands against the wind… Mr.

Kurds and Mr.

anything, John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s painting

continued,

is not bad, the

incompatible, and it is

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him in

he wanted to draw the same style as

thought of his

alive, she often

influence of this emotion, his

became more and more chaotic later

things to

change was reflected in his

truly sensible and reached the state of seeing

truly discover the

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr.

was so accurate.

a

They were both shocked.

such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young age. We both

but soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a

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