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.

to tell us

so he couldn’t make any comments. But he

Kurds also looked

and said, “Since then, I will make my personal

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked

Kurds‘ painting is very serious, and the brushwork

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

stands against the wind… Mr. Kurds

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were both

before they could say anything, John immediately picked

continued,

for Mr. Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and ink

and it is even messier.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at

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

he suddenly thought of his deceased

was alive, she often accompanied him and

emotion, his painting style was

chaotic later was that

to harm him, so his

emotional change was reflected in his

those who were truly sensible and reached the

discover

surprise, through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see

was so accurate.

he was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young

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

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