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.

just need to tell us who drew well

not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he

also looked at

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

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

and the

The bird in the painting, raising

its neck, stands against the

Mr. Kurds and Mr.

could say anything, John immediately picked

continued,

Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the

and it is even messier.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him in

started to paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same style

suddenly thought

was alive, she often accompanied him and

emotion, his painting style was

and more chaotic later was that

to harm him, so

was reflected in his

and reached the state of seeing

truly discover

Lopez could see Mr. Wood’s emotional change,

was so accurate.

that he was a master

They were both shocked.

high level of appreciation of

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

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