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.

Wood said, “Mr. Lopez, you just need to tell us who drew well from

and calligraphy, so he

also looked at him

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

Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at

is very serious, and the brushwork is vigorous and

The bird in the painting, raising its

stands against the

that, Mr. Kurds and

before they could say anything, John immediately picked up Mr.

continued,

its workmanship is not bad,

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

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at him

draw the same style as

suddenly thought of his deceased

was alive, she often accompanied him

this emotion, his painting

chaotic later was that he

things to harm him, so his mood was

reflected in his painting. It was

were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing people through

discover

Lopez could see

was so accurate.

a master of

They were both shocked.

level of appreciation of painting

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

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