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

professional judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he could tell who was

also looked

and said, “Since then, I will make my personal comments. If there is

painting, looked at it

serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving

power. The bird in the painting, raising its

stands against the wind…

Mr. Kurds and Mr.

John immediately picked up Mr. Wood’s painting

continued,

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

is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him

in fact, he wanted to draw the same style as Mr. Kurds, but

thought of his deceased

wife was alive, she often accompanied him and watched

influence of this emotion,

and more chaotic

to harm him, so his

reflected in his painting. It

reached the

truly discover the

the painting, Mr. Lopez

was so accurate.

that he was a master of

They were both shocked.

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

ashamed, but soon his eyes lit up and said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why

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