The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 80: The Poetry Prince
The ink on the drawing board has not dried yet, and Shui Qilin knows that if he touches it now, the painting will be ruined.

She took a closer look and liked him more and more. The impatience of being disturbed in her heart had long since disappeared. She looked at Li Hao with her beautiful eyes:

"Did you draw this for me?"

"Senior likes it?"

Li Hao saw the joy in her eyes and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

The water qilin smiled, and the entire cold pond seemed to be much brighter. She chuckled and said:
"I didn't expect there is a painter as skilled as you among the human race. Your painting is really good. I feel like I am standing on the paper."

"Senior, as long as you like it."

The painting is not just a reproduction, it also involves artistic processing, which is like adding a filter, so it naturally looks good.

Li Hao glanced at her and asked in a low voice: "Senior, how about I draw a picture of you in your current form?"

Shui Qilin didn't reject it this time. Instead, he looked at Li Hao with interest: "Can you still draw?"

"As for painting, as long as you cooperate with me, I can paint all day long!" Li Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, then draw another one for me." Shui Qilin agreed.

"it is good!"

Li Hao quickly agreed, this was a rare opportunity to make good use of the money.

"Senior, please stand by the pond and slightly turn your body. That's it..."

Li Hao asked her to pose sideways, and with her beautiful face, she looked like a sad and gentle woman standing by the lake.

He quickly picked up his pen and began to paint.

After a stick of incense.

The second painting is finished.

【Painting experience +1738】

The experience has not diminished much, probably because of the transformation, which is now a different form.

Soon, Li Hao handed the painting to the other party.

Shui Qilin took a look and his eyes suddenly brightened. The woman in the painting was mournful, with sad brows and eyes, revealing a loneliness and frost that was out of this world, like a water lotus floating in the air.

This is actually me... Shui Qilin feels that the woman in the painting is much more beautiful than her real appearance.

Moreover, isn’t that unremovable sadness between her brows exactly what’s in her heart?

Alone in the cold pond, lonely for a thousand years, Tan Palace is a place for humans, but not for her... In this prosperous human city, she seems even more lonely.

Staring at the painting, she gradually became mesmerized.

Li Hao saw that the other party was in a trance, but did not disturb her. He just adjusted the drawing board slightly, and then sketched her absent-minded look again.

In this age without photographs, his paintings can seal off time.

Li Hao thinks that most people should like it.

Soon, the third painting was completed.

【Painting experience +1541】

The experience has decreased slightly, but it is still a huge amount.

With just three paintings, I earned more than 5,000 experience points, which is a huge profit.

When Li Hao finished his painting, Shui Qilin came back to his senses and asked, "Is it finished?"

So you noticed it... Li Hao smiled secretly in his heart. He had obviously noticed it, but he still maintained a trance-like posture. It seemed that the other party was also cooperating intentionally.

"The painting is done."

Li Hao nodded and turned the drawing board towards her.

When seeing the third painting, Shui Qilin's smile deepened. His trance-like look was lifelike. The light slanted in his clear eyes, as if containing a myriad of thoughts.

Just now she did briefly review some events from a thousand years ago, and he actually saw through it?

This little human being can actually understand me?

Shui Qilin looked at Li Hao, his eyes had become much kinder, and said: "Your painting skills are indeed good. You said you are a member of the Li family?"

"Yeah." Li Hao nodded.

Shui Qilin said with great interest: "The Li family of the Divine General's Mansion is well-known throughout the world, but as far as I know, the Li family has strict family rules and all the members are warriors. How could they allow you to touch the side skills?"

“Painting is not necessarily a trivial skill.”

Li Hao smiled slightly: "Besides, practicing and painting will not interfere with each other. There will always be a time when practicing will make you tired."

"Oh?"

The water unicorn raised an eyebrow.

Li Hao temporarily hid the attribute of all things, released the aura of fifteen miles, and then reactivated the attribute of all things.

Shui Qilin was startled for a moment, and couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, looking at Li Hao in surprise.

Fifteen miles?
But his qi, blood, and bones still look so fresh and tender.

"Senior, I rarely have some free time today. How about I continue to draw a few more pictures for you?" Li Hao said temptingly with a smile.

Shui Qilin glanced at the drawing paper in her hand. She had already used her strength to squeeze the paper dry. She nodded and said, "That's fine."

Li Hao smiled in his heart and immediately asked her to stand by the bitan again and continue painting.

Soon, one painting after another was completed.

After painting eleven pictures in a row, when the twelfth picture was completed, the painting experience only increased by 351 points.

Although it is much less than before, it is still considered generous compared to other things in the painting.

"That's all for today."

Shui Qilin took the latest painting, took a look at it, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Are you dissatisfied, senior?" Li Hao asked as he was about to pick up the pen.

The Water Qilin woman shook her head and said, "My outfit today is too plain and your painting skills are so exquisite. I will paint for you next time when I am dressed better."

Li Hao was suddenly speechless. It is said that everyone loves beauty, but he did not expect that this great demon king also has the same desire.

Don’t you think you’re not dressed pretty enough today?
But Li Hao felt that she was already extremely beautiful.

"alright."

Li Hao didn't force him, as there was still a lot of time to go.

"What's your name?" asked Shui Qilin.

"Li Hao."

Shui Qilin was a little surprised. This name was a bit arrogant. It would be okay if Li Hao was born into a royal family.

"Senior, what about you?" Li Hao asked, not missing the opportunity to make friends.

"I took the surname of the first palace master, Song." Shui Qilin smiled and said, "My name is Song Qiumo."

Song Qiumo... Li Hao nodded slightly and said, "Senior Qiumo, I will come to see you next time when I am free. I wonder how to call you then?"

"If you touch the water gently, I will be able to see through it." Song Qiumo said with a smile.

Li Hao remembered it and nodded, "See you later, senior."

Song Qiumo waved his hand gently, turned around and floated away, returning to the Bitan Lake with a dozen paintings.

The drawing papers were covered by her power, like a thin film that the lake water could not touch.

"This diving... should be able to get a perfect score of 10."

Li Hao saw the other person enter the cold pond without any splashes, and couldn't help but secretly admire him. He didn't put away the drawing board immediately, but continued to paint the cold pond and the cliff.

Although there is no water unicorn Song Qiumo in the painting, this beautiful scenery alone can bring a lot of experience.

Li Hao also tried to construct magnificent scenes and even strange and ferocious beasts in his mind, but after drawing them, he gained very little experience.

He didn't know the reason either, maybe it was because of the lack of certain details and charm?
He also painted four or five pictures of solitary cliffs and cold ponds.

After gaining 500 to 600 experience points, Li Hao thought it was time to leave. Suddenly, he heard someone reciting a poem:
"The lonely peaks and steep cliffs are haggard, and the white clouds are as leisurely as the tears of the sky."

"Where does the path on the road lead to? Who knows my heart?"

As he was speaking, a figure walked slowly towards him. When he saw Li Hao by the cold pond, Li Hao happened to turn around and look at him.

The two looked at each other and recognized each other's identities.

Prince?

Li Hao was surprised that this man was one of the two princes of Courtyard A, and his name seemed to be Jiang Hanxing.

Jiang Hanxing also recognized Li Hao. If one were to ask who was the most prominent person in Hospital A today, it would undoubtedly be the young master of the Li family in front of him.

As soon as he entered Courtyard A, he noticed Wang Han, Li Hao and other disciples of the Divine General's Mansion, but he did not approach them.

Thinking about how he had just walked over reciting a poem, Jiang Hanxing felt his face turn red and a little hot. Damn it, why is there someone here?

However, this guy is the son of a military commander, so he probably doesn’t know what’s good or bad, right?
After a brief moment of eye contact, Jiang Hanxing controlled the heat on his face and greeted him with a smile:

"Young Master Li?"

"Hello."

Li Hao also responded very officially. He was not interested in these royal children.

Previously, another prince named Jiang Ye came to him and Li Yuanzhao shortly after school started, expressing his intention to make friends with them.

But the ambition in that boy's eyes was too obvious. Li Hao was too lazy to get involved in these troublesome matters related to the royal family, so he ignored him and told Yuan Zhao not to get too close to these guys. This kind of water was not something they could easily get involved in.

"Are you here?"

Jiang Hanxing looked at the drawing board in front of Li Hao curiously. If Li Hao was practicing martial arts here, he would not find it strange.

But what is the point of holding a pen?

Thinking that Li Hao had entered the Black and White Palace again as an exception and had at least reached the Soul-Stage Realm, his eyes grew more serious.

"Collecting materials." Li Hao said casually, and at the same time retracted his gaze, and continued to mix the ink, preparing to paint.

Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised, with some interest in his eyes. Previously in Courtyard A, he had secretly observed this young master of the Li family.

After all, the other party's name was given by his father himself.

He had heard his mother talk about this matter since he was born and was old enough to understand. When he saw it on the day he entered school, he couldn't help but pay more attention to it.

Li Hao's behavior was indeed different from that of ordinary people. He had felt sorry for him before, thinking that the other party had been too favored and had been raised into a playboy by the Li family.

But today, after listening to teacher Su Yehua's words, I realized that this is a hidden genius.

"Collecting wind?"

Jiang Hanxing walked over curiously and saw Li Hao picking up his brush to paint. The solitary mountain and cold pond appeared on the drawing paper, and the depiction was extremely vivid and artistic.

He was stunned.

Born into a royal family, although he practiced martial arts since childhood, he was fond of poetry and books, so it was obvious that his painting skills were quite impressive.

After Li Hao finished painting, Jiang Hanxing couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Li, can you also paint?"

Li Hao didn't even move his eyes, and continued with his pen: "Don't you also know how to write poetry?"

When talking about poetry, Jiang Hanxing's face couldn't help but blush.

Liking it is one thing, but “being able to do it” is another matter.

He does know a little bit.

But the poem I just wrote was not written seriously. The words and sentences were all improvised casually, just to express the depression in my heart, without any serious polishing.

"Master Li also understands poetry?"

"Understood."

"Oh?"

Jiang Hanxing was quite surprised and became interested. He said, "Why don't you write a poem, Mr. Li?"

"Writing poetry?"

Li Hao glanced at him. He had only completed three levels of poetry experience, but he had not yet comprehended the spirit of poetry and had no experience in composing poetry.

"That's right. How about... let's write a poem based on this cold pond painted by Li Shao? How about you and I write one together?"

Jiang Hanxing was in the mood for a poetry contest, and he also wanted to compare himself with Li Hao to save face for his casual poetry writing just now, so that people would not think that his poetry writing level was really so bad.

Li Hao took a look and said, "Hantan? Then you go first."

"Let's go with Young Master Li first. I'm not very talented or knowledgeable, so I need to think more about it." Jiang Hanxing said hurriedly.

Li Hao didn't think he was being modest. The poem the other party had recited earlier was so crappy that he didn't even get the rhyme right.

"alright."

Li Hao was a casual person, so he didn't think much about it and started to recite a poem:
"Li Bai was about to set sail in his boat when he heard singing on the shore."

"The water of Taohuatan is a thousand feet deep, but it is not as deep as the love Wang Lun gave me."

After finishing a poem, he continued to paint without stopping.

In the past, reciting the poems of the Immortal Poet would require at least a hundred experiences, but now the experience points have been maxed out and there is no experience at all.

Out of respect for the original work, he did not change a single word.

Doesn't fit the context? Oh, that's none of my business.

After listening to it, Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised. This poem has quite a charm.

"Mr. Li, you didn't write this poem on the spot, did you?" Jiang Hanxing said. The situation described in the poem did not match the current situation.

"Just tell me if there is a pool of water in there." Li Hao said.

"..."

Jiang Hanxing was speechless. There was water in the pond, but where were the peach blossoms? There were ghost peach blossoms here!
He thought for a moment and then asked, "Did Young Master Li do this himself?"

The suspicion in his eyes was obvious.

"Anyway, you can't find any other author in this world." Li Hao said calmly.

Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised to see him speak so confidently, and asked, "Who is the Li Bai mentioned in the poem?"

"Since his surname is Li, he must be an ancestor of my Li family."

"…What about Wang Lun?"

"My ancestor's number one brother."

"????"

What the hell is the number one brother on the list?

Jiang Hanxing looked stunned.

"It's your turn." Li Hao glanced at him.

Jiang Hanxing came back to his senses and was speechless, but fortunately, he had just secretly come up with a plan. He had written a poem for Hantan Waterfall earlier, which could be used today.

Although it may not be appropriate enough to describe the scenery in front of us, it is still much better than Li Hao's outrageous poem.

(End of this chapter)