Li Hao sacrificed his soul, and the golden soul flew out from above his head and traveled around the sky.

Soon, Li Hao found two wandering children at the edge of the village.

Without moving his body, his soul swooped down and rolled it up casually. The sand and dust on the ground stirred up, and the stones shot out, piercing the two remaining fish that had slipped through the net.

The completion level of Qianhe is 90%.

Turning around, Li Hao took one step forward, covering fifteen miles, and the next moment his figure appeared directly on the hill behind the village, next to the black-robed scholar.

Upon noticing the sudden appearance of Li Hao, the black-robed scholar was slightly startled.

Li Hao had already noticed that the scholar in black robe was different from the villagers outside. His expression was not numb, but he had independent thinking.

The soul of the woman lying on the back of the black-robed scholar suddenly raised her head and stared at Li Hao coldly.

"A person of your level shouldn't appear here." The black-robed scholar said softly.

Li Hao said: "I didn't want to, so I came in accidentally."

The black-robed scholar was silent for a moment, and then said: "Before I start, can you please let me finish my work?"

Li Hao saw that he was holding an oil palette in his hand and a pen in his other hand. The pen was stained with blood. There was a portrait of a woman on the easel in front of him.

The appearance of the woman in the painting was quite similar to the one on his back.

"You also like to paint Taoism?" Li Hao was quite surprised. He didn't expect that a deceased person could still have such leisurely feelings.

The scholar in black robe did not answer, but just put a pen on the drawing paper to outline.

Seeing this, Li Hao came to the side to observe with great interest.

This black-robed scholar's painting skills are quite good, and he is considered top-notch among the people he has come into contact with before.

"You seem to be a little different from the villagers outside." Li Hao said.

The black-robed scholar frowned. He didn't like to be disturbed when he was painting, but Li Hao's strength made him unable to resist.

"They are just my slaves." The black-robed scholar said calmly.

"So, you are the one who fostered the obsession with the Ming River." Li Hao said, "If we deal with you, the Ming River should be equivalent to being destroyed."

"You can't kill me."

The black-robed scholar said coldly: "Even if this place is destroyed, I will come again."

"Since you are dead, why don't you want to be reborn?" Li Hao sighed.

The black-robed scholar's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he seemed to think of something he was afraid of, and the words stopped at the edge of his mouth.

He sneered a few times, ignored Li Hao, and began to concentrate on describing.

Li Hao walked around him, looking around, and saw that the black-robed scholar no longer paid attention to him, and his eyes also shifted to his paintings.

The pen was stained not with ink but with blood, so the painting looked quite hideous and terrifying.

But what Li Hao looks at is the inner painting skills.

"Your pen here is too soft."

Seeing the lack of details, he couldn't help but remind:

"There is too little blood here. You need to apply more blood and let it smudge out in one stroke. This will make it natural."

"..."

The black-robed scholar's hand holding the pen paused. He turned his head and looked at Li Hao faintly: "You also know how to draw?"

"I know a little bit."

The black-robed scholar looked at Li Hao. Although he only had the strength of the Soul Successor Realm, he relied on the special power of the Ming River to exist. He had been trapped in this place called Tan Palace Academy for hundreds of years.

Over the past hundreds of years, there have been many warriors who have entered this place, some strong and some weak. Some of them are more terrifying than the young men around them. They can destroy the entire Mianhe village with just one move.

The weak ones are just like the villagers outside. Over the past hundreds of years, many tragic deaths have occurred in the village. Some of the more outstanding ones rushed in front of him and were killed by him without mercy.

I have seen all kinds of people, but people like the young man next to me are very rare.

At a young age, his martial arts skills are terrifying, but he actually knows some outsiders.

"The art of painting is unfathomable. No matter how smart you are, you can't master it with just a little effort." The black-robed scholar said, then ignored Li Hao and continued to paint by himself.

Damn, let me be humble, you are really out of breath? Li Hao glared slightly, does this kid think his painting skills are very good?

If you want to say that martial arts is awesome, I will tolerate it and compete in painting skills?

"The art of painting is indeed unfathomable, but unfortunately, you are just a layman." Li Hao said directly without mercy.

"What?"

The black-robed scholar raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Li Hao coldly.

"There are at least sixteen mistakes in your painting. The painting is so rigid. You really lack spirituality!" Li Hao said unceremoniously, no longer showing any mercy to this fellow man.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The scholar in black robe lost his composure, his face as pale as a death turned red with anger and excitement, and he glared at Li Hao.

"Here, here, here..."

Li Hao pointed to the drawing paper everywhere, "They are all flaws. You can't see it yourself because your level is too low!"

"you!"

The black-robed scholar was shaking all over, and the woman lying behind him was filled with black mist, as if she was going to fight with Li Hao.

Li Hao is naturally not afraid. The angry Step Soul Realm is only the Step Soul Realm. Do you think you can turn into a golden retriever?

"Give me the pen."

Without saying a word, Li Hao directly took the pen away from his hand, tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside.

Seeing his hard-earned paintings being trampled on like this, the black-robed scholar couldn't bear it any longer and became furious and screamed.

His originally calm and handsome face turned into a twisted and ferocious face, and terrible blood seeped out of his seven orifices, gurgling and gurgling.

The black robe all over his body also flew up, revealing the blood on the inside of the robe.

This is actually a blood-stained robe that has been stained with blood for an unknown number of years. It is only the blood that has dried and settled that makes it look black.

Without even looking, Li Hao's spirit flew out and easily pressed the heads of the scholar and his spirit form, suppressing them both to the ground, unable to move.

Li Hao couldn't understand why he was so angry when he was painted like this.

It’s obviously you who should be angry!

His eyes became focused, and his heart was pious towards the paintings.

Li Hao's movements are fast when he picks up the pen and puts down the painting. The blood on the tip of the pen is swaying, and the lines are natural, with overlapping weight and clear layers.

Soon, the blood on the tip of the pen was almost gone. Li Hao picked up the scholar, wiped the brush on his face, stained it with blood, and then painted again.

In a moment, a lifelike beauty, like a beautiful woman standing sideways and bowing her head gently, appeared on the painting paper.

It's still the same portrait of the woman as before, but this time, it's lifelike.

The best way to punish a tough talker is to defeat him in his proudest way.

Li Hao let go of the black-robed scholar and said calmly: "If you continue to compare and you still can't see the difference, then don't touch the pen anymore and go to the village to plant crops."

The black-robed scholar almost vomited blood and asked himself to plant crops?

He was about to rush forward in anger, but suddenly his whole body froze, and the corner of his vision caught the drawing paper, and he could no longer leave it.

Ah Yue......

The black-robed scholar froze on the spot as if he had been given a slap in the face.

He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, her body trembling slightly as she was about to pounce.

Immediately, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

Ah Yue, is that you...

Is it really you...

The scholar in black robe hurriedly and eagerly approached the painting, his steps staggering. He stretched out his hand to touch the woman on the painting paper, but when his fingers were about to touch, he reacted in panic and did not dare to move forward for fear of

It stained the woman's face.

His shoulders twitched slightly, and he was bleeding and crying.

The soul of the woman lying on his back was also looking at the painting blankly, and some thoughts seemed to gradually emerge in her dark and fierce eyes.

"How does it compare to yours?"

An inappropriate voice from the side broke the black-robed scholar's immersion.

He was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Li Hao next to him.

Looking at the young man's slightly proud look, he was not angry this time. Instead, he suddenly fell to his knees with a plop and knelt in front of Li Hao.

"Thank you……"

The black-robed scholar lowered his head, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for letting me see Ah Yue again."

Is the woman in the painting called Ah Yue? Li Hao raised his eyebrows, but didn't care. Seeing that the other party had already given in, he immediately helped her up: "The Tao of this painting is unfathomable. Not only can you get it into your heart, but you also have to have a spirit."
To be continued...