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.

Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well

that Mr. Lopez was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any

also looked

then, I will make my personal

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it

Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and

of power. The bird in the painting,

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

Mr. Kurds and Mr.

they could say anything, John immediately picked up

continued,

is not bad, the brush and ink

and it is even messier. Mr. Wood,

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

at

he wanted to draw the same style as Mr.

he suddenly thought of

wife was alive, she often accompanied

emotion, his painting style

more chaotic later

and she actually used evil things to

emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was

those who were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing

discover

their surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s

was so accurate.

he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation of

since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you

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