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 tell us who drew well from your first

painting and calligraphy, so he

Kurds also looked at

said, “Since then, I will make my

over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it

very serious, and the brushwork

painting, raising its

its neck, stands against

Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were

anything, John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and

style of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier.

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

to draw the same style

thought of his

she often accompanied him and watched

of this emotion, his painting

more and more chaotic later was that he thought of his second

and she actually used evil things to harm him,

was reflected in his painting. It was difficult for outsiders

were truly sensible and reached the

truly discover

Mr. Lopez could see Mr.

was so accurate.

that he was a master of

They were both shocked.

have such a high level of appreciation

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

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