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.

Wood said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to

Lopez was not a professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he

looked at him

my personal comments. If there is anything wrong,

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a

the brushwork is vigorous

sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has

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

Kurds and Mr.

anything, John immediately picked up

continued,

is not bad,

and it is even

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

wanted to draw the same style

he suddenly thought of

was alive, she often

the influence of this emotion, his painting style was

it became more and more chaotic

actually used evil things to harm him, so his mood was

was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders

those who were truly sensible and reached the state of

truly discover the

Lopez could see

was so accurate.

a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such

“Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you

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