The scholar said it only took two hours. The scholars, who were Confucius, Mencius and Zeng Zhu, made Mo Ran dizzy and sleepy, and he had to look like he was deeply interested, which was also hard.

Mo Ran has a lot of style when it comes to pretending to listen to the class.

At first I said "Oh?", frowned, seemed puzzled and doubtful.

After the other party said for a while, he said "Oh..." again, and his eyebrows slightly stretched, as if he was slightly enlightened and gradually understood.

Finally, remember to open your eyes wide and your eyes are burning. A "Oh~" is essential. What you want is to let the speaker understand that he suddenly realized after his teachings and enlightenment.

Three "Oh", he didn't use it less in Chu Wanning class.

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning didn't take this trick and always looked at him coldly, making him shut up.

But the little bookworm has never received such courtesy. When he talked about it, his eyes glowed and he was very excited. He felt that he had met Mo Ran too late, and there was no trace of reserve and arrogance he had just now.

"I understand." Mo Ran smiled, "I heard that after you finish speaking, I will see that the painting is precious and will not be exchanged for a thousand gold."

If the little bookworm was still a living person, he would have been blushing, but now he was not bad at all except blushing. He was so happy that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet. He just smiled like a child, and his thin face was full of light.

It was the first time Mo Ran saw such a happy thing as a ghost.

Almost all, he stood up, saluted the other party, and said, "It's not too early, I'll go around and find a place to stay. If sir is free tomorrow, I'll come to find you again."

The scholar was called out to the teacher in a hurry, and he was even more happy, half frightened and half happy: "No, no, no, no, I dare not take the exam. I took the exam many times and couldn't even win a scholar. I...ah..."

Mo Ran smiled and said, "The quality of the academic performance is not about profit, fortune, fame, but about the heart."

The scholar was very surprised: "You, can you say such things?"

"This is what my master said, it's just a lot of teeth."

Scholar: "…Select the wisdom of others."

"Is that so? Hahaha." Mo Ran scratched his head with a smile, "I remembered wrong again."

Seeing that it was not too early, the scholar thought that no one would come to ask about painting again today, so he packed up his baskets and said, "It's rare to meet someone who can talk. Although the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, he also pays attention to drinking a thousand cups of wine. I think..."

Seeing that he started to suck his schoolbag again, Mo Ran smiled and intercepted his words, saying, "Do you want to say, I think it's getting late, so why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

"Ah, yes, yes, have a drink and have fun, okay?"

"Okay." Mo Ran nodded, "Sir, pay."

Scholar: “…………”

On the greasy little table was a plate of peanuts, about ten pieces, two small cups of wine, half a cup full. Only a candle was lit in the wine shop, burning nervously and shabby. The boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks wiped a bowl behind the cabinet.

"The place is a bit broken." The scholar seemed a little uneasy, "but I have never received any paper money. There are only a few stores I have been to, and this one is still easy..."

"It's pretty good." Mo Ran picked up the wine cup and took a closer look, "The ghost still eats something?"

"It's all empty, just like giving sacrifices." The scholar sniffed a bite of peanuts, but the peanuts did not disappear. He said, "Look, it's like this. Taste."

Mo Ran put down the wine cup quietly. He was not a dead person, and his food would reveal flaws.

The scholar had been drinking for 30 years and felt depressed and unsuccessful. After chatting with Mo Ran for a while, he asked, "Young Master Mo asked the young master to help him draw a character before. Is he the one he liked?"

Mo Ran waved his hand quickly: "No, it's my master."

"Ah." The scholar was stunned, "I have been setting up a stall in the underworld for many years. I have seen someone who came to ask for pictures of beauty, but I have never seen someone who wanted me to paint. Your master treats you very well?"

Mo Ran felt ashamed and said, "Okay, very good."

"No wonder." The scholar nodded, "What did he do when he draws him?"

"Looking for someone."

The scholar said "ah" again, looking surprised: "He is also in the underworld?"

"Well." Mo Ran said, "I heard that the dead people were going to stay in Nanke Township for ten or eight years. I couldn't rest assured that he wanted to find him and be his companion."

The scholar was completely unsuspecting, and was even moved. After pondering for a while, he finally sighed: "It is rare to see the deep love between peach and plum trees. Good! Mr. Mo, I will help you!" Then he got up and opened the box and took out the painting tools.

Mo Ran was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, asked him about his name and surname, and kept it in his heart, thinking that he would burn more gold, silver and softness for this poor brother to return to the world.

You are moved by the two of you, I am excited, laying paper and grinding ink on the floor.

As a result, after the start of work, I was choked.

"My master...he..." Mo Ran clenched his hand into a fist and hit him on his knee several times, but he still didn't hit him. After holding it for a long time, the poor-spoken person finally said, "He is a beauty in any case, you can draw it."

The scholar glared at him.

Mo Ran: "Draw."

“…How about Meifa?”

"This is not very simple, it's just beauty, draw it in a good look."

"I know how to draw it in a good look, but... forget it, what kind of face do you think he has?"

"What face?" Mo Ran was stunned and said in a daze, "...Face is face."

The scholar was a little angry: "Melon seeds, almonds, wood, goose eggs, do you mean one?"

"I don't know if these are some, they are pretty handsome anyway."

Scholar: “…………”

Mo Ran: "Forget it, if you don't know, just draw it on my face. Our face shapes are not much different."

Scholar: “…………”

Then there is the eyes.

"What eyes?"

Seeing Mo Ran wanting to speak, he suddenly stopped him and added.

"Don't say that eyes are eyes."

Mo Ran waved his hand and said, "I know what you mean. He has his eyes... what should I say? He is fierce and... charming? He is cold and gentle."

The scholar threw the pen and said angrily: "I won't draw anymore! Please go there with Gao Ming!"

"No!" Mo Ran hurriedly grabbed him, "The others' drawings are not as good as you."

The scholar endured it and glared at him, but when he saw Mo Ran’s face was sincere, he said firmly: “Then you say it well, what do I ask and what do you answer.”

Mo Ran was also wronged. He thought to himself that he had answered well just now? Isn’t it because he answered something? But if someone asked someone for something, he was so soft that he could only nod obediently and hold the soul-sucking lamp in his arms pitifully.

The scholar said: "It's still eyes. Is he a leopard eye? Three white eyes? Almond eyes? Phoenix eyes? Or..."

Mo Ran was dizzy when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Sew the eyes? Isn't that very small? No, he raised his eyes upwards, I don't know what it was called, in short, it's... uh, it's just flying upwards, it's pretty good-looking..."

"That's the phoenix eye."

Mo Ran opened his mouth, but when he saw that the scholar looked unhappy, he shut up again in disappointment: "Okay, just sew the eyes if you say you should sew the eyes."

The scholar then asked: "Is the nose tall or short?"

"high."

"Is the lips thin or thick?"

"Thin."

"Are the eyebrows thick or light?"

"concentrated."

"Shaped or thin?"

"It's okay... I know the eyebrows, it should be sword eyebrows."

"Okay." The scholar added a few more strokes and asked again, "Does there be mole marks on his face?"

Mo Ran tilted his head and thought for a while, but his face turned red and he stuttered: "There is..."

"Where?"

"In the left ear." Mo Ran said slowly, "It's a little small, the color is quite light, and then..."

Then when you kiss him here, you will be extra sensitive.

The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Then?"

"No." Mo Ran's head shook like a rattle, his face turned redder, "Nothing then."

The scholar looked at him strangely, but fortunately the light was dim and he couldn't see the blood on his face. The tip of the pen moistened the ink and asked again: "Guan Liu's outfit?"

"He likes to wear white clothes, with a green jade crown or a high ponytail." Mo Ran thought for a while and added, "Sometimes they are also covered, especially when they are covered..."

"Stop saying it looks good!" The scholar couldn't stand it.

"Well, then be handsome."

Scholar: “…………”

After a long time of hard work, the painting was finally finished. Mo Ran blew the ink and raised it to look carefully. He felt that although he was not as handsome as Chu Wanning and was not very similar, he could barely make do with it, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. It's pretty good."

"I only missed Pan An and Fan Li, Xizi Diao Chan."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran was happy and said, "When I find my master, I will thank you again."
To be continued...