Chapter 135： Your wild chrysanthemum picture is just shit

Fang Zengxian's voice fell, and the jaws of all the classmates were about to fall off.

Especially Lu Siyu's face was "confused", puzzled, depressed, with extremely complicated expressions, and a momentary bad mood!

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Lu Siyu only felt like an abandoned orphan. After a few minutes, he finally enjoyed the thousands of pets, but the thousands of pets left him immediately.

He was full of unwillingness, and even more puzzled by the other party's words.

What exactly did Ye Han do to make Fang Zengxian so solemnly thank you?

However, Ye Han accepted Fang Zengxian's gift indifferently.

After all, he is someone who has come into contact with singers, writers and other special existences, and after a little thought, he understands everything.

Obviously, this is because Fang Zengxian broke into the realm of painter after seeing his paintings again.

In ancient times, there were allusions about the teacher of the word. Today, with his paintings, Ye Han allows an ordinary painter to become a painter.

This merit is far more than the so-called one-character teacher!

Fang Zengxian slowly straightened up after three long strokes.

But at this moment, Lu Siyu, who had almost collapsed, roared unwillingly.

"Teacher Fang, may I ask why this is? Ye Han's paintings, is it so magical that you deserve to be so cherished and valued?"

As soon as the words came out, the students who had been stunned and "forced" suddenly nodded.

They also want to see what kind of paintings can make Teacher Fang, who graduated from Nanjiang Academy of Fine Arts, be so gloomy!

"Want to see?"

Fang Zengxian smiled softly when he heard the words.

"Want to see!"

Lu Siyu roared out first.

auzw.com Then, other students also echoed.

"Okay, let you appreciate it!"

Fang Zengxian smiled, shaking his wrist slightly.

The next moment, the ink bamboo picture on the podium, with a brush, floats in the air!

"go with!"

After spitting out a word gently, Fang Zengxian stood with his hands behind and stopped talking.

The ink bamboo picture trembled slightly and floated forward with a swish.

"How is this going?"

"Juggling? Damn, Teacher Fang is so handsome!"

"Nima, this hand is so cool, if I can learn, wouldn't it be possible to catch my sister by hand?"

"Bah, baah, your sister is full of nasty thoughts, can you take a good look at the painting!"

Seeing the Mozhu map slowly drifting forward, although most of the students were surprised, they all subconsciously thought it was a trick like magic.

They didn't expect it to be Fang Zengxian, relying on the power of soul painting, to support the ink bamboo map, and slowly move forward.

The only one present who paid close attention to Mo Zhutu was Lu Siyu alone.

He just took a few glances, and his eyes suddenly wiped out a look of horror.

"How is this possible? Ye Han was a scumbag before, and he didn't have any talent in painting. How could he paint paintings that are not inferior to me? I don't believe it!"

Lu Siyu's muttering voice sounded, and a pretty good-looking face became distorted.

Hearing Lu Siyu's words, Fang Zengxian, who had a vaguely aloof feeling, suddenly sneered.

"Not inferior to you? Ha ha, Lu Siyu, you put gold on your face too much!"

"To put it hard, Ye Han's ink bamboo paintings have reached the realm of the meaning of objects, and you have just entered the level of objects being objects, and you have not even "touched" the artist's threshold!"

"Compared with Mozhutu? Your Lu Siyu's wild chrysanthemum map is just a pile of shit!"