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 who drew well from your

he couldn’t make

Kurds also looked at him

will make my personal comments. If there

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

and the brushwork is

painting,

its neck, stands against

and Mr. Wood were both

could say anything, John immediately picked

continued,

although its workmanship is not bad, the brush

the painting is incompatible, and it is even

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him in

paint, in fact, he wanted to draw the same

thought of his

alive, she often accompanied

the influence of this emotion, his painting style was

and more chaotic later was that he thought of his second

actually used evil things to harm him, so

change was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders to

were truly sensible and reached

discover

Lopez could see

was so accurate.

was a master of painting

They were both shocked.

didn’t expect Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation

Lopez, since you are also a cultivator,

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