"Poofha!"

Mo Changsheng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, looked at the teacher who spoke with disdain, stretched out his right hand and pointed at the judges and sneered:

"Do you think so?"

No one answered.

Only a white-haired old man looked ashamed, wanted to say something but held back, looked down at the colored pencil painting and was silent.

"Do you also think that no diploma means no education?"

Mo Changsheng's arm made a half circle towards the audience, pointed to all the students present, and asked loudly.

"Children, the old man is a calligrapher, and he doesn't dare to say much about painting, but the old man never thinks that a diploma represents everything. ”

"Professor Chen!"

The teacher who had spoken exclaimed, seemingly dissatisfied with the old man's words, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"The old man is telling the truth. There are many masters in the literary world who do not have diplomas, and the old man does not dare to say that they are uneducated. ”

Professor Chan seemed to have a lot of prestige, and although the other teachers were very unhappy that he was on the side of the "enemy", no one dared to refute it.

Mo Changsheng nodded appreciatively at Professor Chen, and there was a rare lack of mockery in his smile.

"The so-called teachers, those who preach and teach and solve doubts, are not only to educate young people in certain subjects or skills, but also to give guidance in the way of life and reason. ”

If the educator is unable to face up to his own shortcomings and correctly realize how shallow his own knowledge is, the disciples he teaches will naturally be like these frogs at the bottom of the well, who do not distinguish between right and wrong, and are arrogant!"

Mo Changsheng pointed to all the students in the audience with disdain.

"What?!"

"Boy, you don't want to live, do you?!Believe it or not, I let you climb out of the gate of Jiaotong University?!"

"Shoot him!"

"An illiterate person has such a big tone! The world is so big that I have seen what it means to be shameless today. ”

The students were not very old, and it was when the blood was strong, as soon as Mo Changsheng's map cannon was fired, many resentful students immediately began to abuse him, and even issued "death threats" to him.

When Professor Chen saw this scene, he smiled helplessly: "This kid is really ......."

Mo Changsheng naturally ignored these threats, dignified Mo Zhenren, if he was afraid of these little guys, wouldn't it be a joke?!

The students' threats can be ignored, but certain words are to be proven, such as the most annoyed of the judges.

"Who doesn't know how to talk big, if you are really so powerful, it is better to show your hand and let us, the "frogs at the bottom of the well", see how vast the world is!"

"That's it, it's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip around, just talk about it or not, a three-year-old child can do it!"

Mo Changchang laughed and said loudly:

But even if you don't say it, I will give my family Qingyan a gift, and by the way, I will also make you arrogant "cultural people" completely dead. ”

Ignoring the reactions of those people, he walked up to Zhang Jie, who was painting ink paintings, and said with a smile:

"Friend, borrow your four treasures from the study and use your painting, I don't know if it's possible?"

Zhang Jie looked at Mo Changsheng stupidly, and nodded involuntarily.

He didn't know why he agreed to the other party's unreasonable request so easily, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him to promise the other party, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Mo Changsheng bowed his head lightly to show his gratitude, looked at Zhang Jie's works, and said lightly:

"Your work is a "vast picture of smoke waves" in a landscape painting, although the skill is still shallow, but it is also quite charming, but these laymen are rare to appreciate. ”

"Just below, Mo heard a lot of people say that Chinese painting is not enough, and he is very unhappy, today Mo will borrow your painting and modify it slightly, so that these vulgar things can see the charm of Chinese painting. ”

After saying this, Mo Changsheng turned around again and said to Wen Qingyan dotingly:

"Qingyan, please also study ink for me, Changsheng has not given you any good things, today I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and draw a "Luo Shen Lingbo Map" for you, I hope you like it. ”

Wen Qingyan smiled silently, just walked to the side of the bookcase, and gently began to study ink for Mo Changsheng.

On the stage, all eyes are on the company, accompanied by beauties, and the red sleeves add fragrance.

Mo Changsheng picked up the paintbrush, let out a clear whistle, and began to paint.

"Cao Zijian, who became a poem in seven steps in the past, was obsessed with Luoshen, in Mo's heart, my Qingyan is the reincarnation of Luoshen, let me draw a picture of "Luoshen Lingbotu" for you today, and then write the first half of Luoshenfu, dedicated to the beauty!"

"Look, that guy is actually drawing and writing at the same time!"

"Isn't it, such a dick?!"

"Damn, it's fake! Does he think it's a movie?"

Mo Changsheng is like Tang Yin in Stephen Chow's version of Tang Bohu's autumn incense, no, he is more free than Tang Yin.

He revised and revised Zhang Jie's "Vast Picture of Smoke and Waves", and at the same time splashed ink on a blank piece of rice paper, and his mouth let out a clear chant:

"Luo Shen: Soaring, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. ”

"Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; ”

"The fiber is sincere, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed. Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu. The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed. Dan lips are bright outside, bright teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good, and Jing Fu inherits power. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely. Tenderness and flattery in words. ”

"The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bones are like pictures. The brilliance of the cloth, the brilliance of the Yaobi. Wear gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to show off your body. Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain. ”

"The Wen family has a female name Qingyan, and the Mo family is in love in this life.

Luo Shen reincarnates Lingbo, not as beautiful as the beauty of the country!"

The words fell, and the calligraphy and painting were all completed!

"What did I see?! Zhang Jie's painting doesn't seem to have changed much, but how do you feel completely different?"

"Look, is there one more person on Zhang Jie's painting, how does it look like there is or not?"

"There must be, just hide in the mist on the surface of the lake, but unfortunately you can't see the face of the goddess!"

"Wen Qingyan is so beautiful, just like a fairy!"

"What Wen Qingyan? Is that fairy Wen Qingyan? Why can't I see her face clearly, but her side face is so beautiful! I swear, I'm in love with her!"

Everyone looked at Mo Changsheng's modified "Luo Shen Lingbo Map" obsessively, and everyone saw a different scene, but one thing was the same, that is, everyone was deeply immersed in Mo Changsheng's painting, and they couldn't extricate themselves!