Douluo painter

Chapter 15 Painting Genius
It turned out that Mo Hui quickly grasped what Mickey Luo taught with his super talent, and drew a sketch for him in his spare time.

"How is it? Does it look like it?"

Mo Hui held the painting in his hand and said to Mi Qiluo.

"Forehead……"

At this time, Mickey Luo looked shocked, he never thought that Mo Hui's talent would be so high, and he learned everything he taught so quickly.

"Ahem, it's not bad, but there are still many places that are not very good."

Mi Qiluo had to cough twice in embarrassment, and then said to Mo Hui.

"Oh."

Hearing Michiro's comment on his paintings, Mo Hui responded with some disappointment.

"You don't need to be too disappointed. After all, you are still a beginner. It is already very good to have this level."

Mi Qiluo quickly comforted him after seeing it.

He was afraid of hitting Mo Hui's self-confidence, which made Mo Hui give up painting.

If it really became like that, he felt that he might become a sinner in the painting world.

After all, if you only look at painting talent, ink painting is still relatively top-notch. With this kind of talent, as long as you practice hard, you will definitely be able to make achievements in painting.

So he felt that it was a great loss for the painting world that such a person did not learn painting.

"Okay, I get it now."

Ink painted back.

"It's good that you know it. I will teach you more things in the future. You have to train hard so that you can continuously improve your painting level."

Mickey Luo earnestly instructed Mo Huiyu.

"Well, I will definitely work hard and strive to become an independent painting master as soon as possible."

Mo Hui agreed confidently.

That firm and confident look seems to be nothing that can stop him from learning painting.

"Okay, if you have the heart, you will succeed."

Mi Qiluo is very happy to see that Mo Hui likes painting so much, and he has completely changed his thinking about Mo Hui at the beginning.

He felt that ink painting was simply a gift from God, and he was the heir of his clothes.

Although he is a generation of art masters with high achievements in art, the world does not value these things that have nothing to do with strength. No one appreciates his works, and there is no one to pass on his art.

Today's Mo Hui gave him hope, and he found a good successor.

"Uncle Luo, hurry up and teach me the next painting skills."

Mo Hui said eagerly.

Of course, Uncle Luo refers to Mickey Luo. Since Mo Hui has already worshiped Chihiro Ji as his teacher, it is not easy to teach Mickey Luo's master or teacher.

Otherwise, Chihiro Ji didn't know what he would think when he heard Mo Hui put him in the same position as a painter.

"You don't have to worry about this. Since I said that I want to teach you, I will definitely give all I have to pass on to you what I have learned all my life."

Michelle said reassuringly.

"However, there is no rush for art, and the same is true for painting. You must first master what I have taught you."

Michelle said again.

Painting is something that requires long-term practice and accumulation.

Although ink painting has a high talent, he can quickly master various painting techniques, but if he does not have enough accumulation, the paintings he draws can only get the shape, not express the meaning.

A painting like a dead thing is of little value.

So Michiro doesn't plan to teach ink painting too many advanced things now.

Each stage has its own learning needs, and he doesn't want Mohui to simply draw things.

This is meaningless. For a painter, the combination of form and meaning is his ultimate pursuit.

"Oh fine."

Mo Hui was a little disappointed when he heard it, but he had nothing to do, so he had to continue practicing what Mi Qiluo had given him before.

And Mickey Luo watched Mohui's painting from the side, and put forward some opinions and guidance from time to time to help Mohui better master them.

While Bibi Dong was cultivating beside her, she occasionally looked at Mo Hui who was concentrating on learning how to draw.

Seeing that Mo Hui was going well, she began to concentrate on practicing.

After a while.

Bibi Dong observed Mo Hui's situation again.

"This……"

Bibidong showed a startled expression after seeing Mo Hui, and slightly opened her cherry lips, not knowing how to express her inner surprise.

Because she saw that Mo Hui's soul power was really rising. He just reached level eleven yesterday, and now he is about to break through to level twelve.

Seeing that the growth of Mo Hui's soul power was really related to painting, Bibi Dong was also very surprised.

After all, it was just a guess before, not a fact, and there were still some uncertainties, but now that the facts were in front of him, Bibi Dong didn't know what to say.

Firstly, she was amazed by Mo Hui's unique way of upgrading his soul power, and secondly, he was surprised that Mo Hui's soul power rose so fast, and his soul power rose by two levels in less than two days, which was faster than a rocket.

You must know that she has worked hard for more than ten years and is only at level [-] or [-].

If Mo Hui upgrades at this rate, he will surpass her in less than a year.

But Bibi Dong also knew that this was impossible, Mo Hui was upgrading faster now because he had just learned painting, and there was a lot of room for improvement.

Painting becomes more and more difficult to improve towards the end, and it may even stagnate, so the upgrade speed of ink painting cannot be maintained for long.

Even so, it was still shocking, Bibi Dong couldn't figure out why there was such a unique way of cultivation like ink painting.

Mo Hui seems to be born to draw, and it is incompatible with this world of fighting and killing.

"Sigh, I don't know if Xiaomo's behavior is good or bad."

Bibi Dong said with some distress.

If Mo Hui was an ordinary person, it would be fine to simply learn to paint, but now that he has entered the Wuhun Temple and become the Pope's apprentice, he is destined to be unable to make decisions on his own.

Wuhundian accepted Mo Hui to work for Wuhundian. What they wanted was not a painter, but a soul master who could help Wuhundian grow stronger.

To put it bluntly, it is to let you fight and kill, and go through life and death for Wuhundian.

Although Mo Hui can live in harmony with Wuhundian now, Mohui's character will conflict with Wuhundian sooner or later.

The current ink painting has not grown up, once there is a conflict with Wuhundian, there is no ability to protect itself.

As a result, it goes without saying that Wuhundian will not allow threats to exist.

Although Bibi Dong and Mo Hui have only become senior sisters and brothers not long ago, she already regards Mo Hui as her own younger brother, so naturally she doesn't want anything to happen to Mo Hui.

But she is a member of Wuhun Palace, and she cannot betray Wuhun Palace.

So he planned to wait for Mo Hui to grow up before talking about this kind of thing with Mo Hui, so as to avoid the situation she didn't want to see.

"Sister Dong'er, sister Dong'er, what are you thinking?"

Mo Hui came to Bibi Dong when Bibi Dong was thinking about something and said.

"Oh, Xiaomo, what's the matter with you?"

Bibi Dong came back to her senses and said.

Bibidong saw Mo Hui hiding her hands behind her back, as if she had some surprise to give herself, so she asked about the mobile game curiously.

"Sauce sauce!"

"Look, this is you, sister Dong'er."

Mo Hui saw Bibi Dong's curiosity, so she showed a painting with her hands behind her back.

I saw Bibi Dong's appearance when she was practicing just now.

"How about it, sister Dong'er, do you look like it?"

Mo Hui asked happily.

"Well, it really looks like Xiao Mo is really talented."

Bibi Dong looked at the painting and praised Mo Hui.

As he spoke, he stroked Mo Hui's little head.

"hey-hey."

Ink painting is naturally very happy to be praised.

(End of this chapter)