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.

you just need to tell

judge of painting and calligraphy, so he couldn’t make any comments. But he

Kurds also looked at

will make my personal comments. If

over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it

the brushwork is vigorous and powerful, giving

The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long and

on its neck, stands against the wind… Mr.

Mr. Kurds and Mr.

they could say anything, John

continued,

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

of the painting is incompatible, and it is even messier. Mr. Wood, are you absent–minded when you

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

Wood looked at him in

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

he suddenly thought

his wife was alive, she often accompanied him

influence of this emotion, his painting style was naturally

it became more and more chaotic

to harm

fact, this emotional change was reflected in his painting.

and reached the state

truly discover the

Lopez could see

was so accurate.

that he was a

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation of painting and calligraphy at such a young age.

since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a painting and let us

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