Douluo painter

Chapter 2 Going to the Spirit Hall

In the carriage, Mo Hui held his paintbrush Wuhun in his hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and then raised the paintbrush.

Then there was no more, Mo Hui's hand holding the brush stopped in the air, and froze there.

"Fuck!"

Mo Hui roared in his heart.

Although he likes to draw very much, he can't.

In his previous life, he had been forced to study by his parents 24 hours a day without intervals. He had no time to learn to draw at all. He just practiced sketching a few times in his spare time.

Mo Hui was quite happy when he first saw that his Wuhun was a paintbrush, which showed that he had a relationship with painting, but now that he remembered that he was a scumbag, he felt that God was torturing him.

"No, I can't be discouraged. At worst, I will learn by myself in the future."

Mo Hui secretly cheered herself up.

"Isn't it just painting? No matter how difficult it is, I have to learn it." Mo Hui made up his mind in his heart.

Mo Hui decided to learn painting from scratch, starting with copying.

"What should I draw?"

Mo Hui began to think about what would be better to copy.

He thinks it is better to find some simple objects to copy at the beginning.

At this time, a breeze blew through the window, and a leaf slowly floated into the car.

"Leaves? This looks quite simple, it starts with you."

Mo Hui picked up the leaf with his left hand, and held a paintbrush in the other hand, intending to start copying.

He originally planned to find a piece of paper for practice, but he found that his Wuhun could use his spirit power to draw out of thin air, and he could also change the color.

This brings great convenience to his practice.

With the convenience of a brush, Mo Hui quickly painted the leaves.

Although he is not very good at painting, it is easy to copy simple things like leaves, so he finished the painting quickly.

"Looks good."

Mo Hui looked at the painting stopped in mid-air in front of him and said with satisfaction.

Although the painting is not very good, but it can be roughly seen that it is a leaf, which is not bad for the first attempt of ink painting.

"Huh? This is..."

Just when Mo Hui was happy, he saw some changes in the leaves he painted in front of him.

The leaf in the painting gradually became real, to be precise, it really became a leaf.

After turning into a leaf, it floated to the ground.

Mo Hui picked up the leaf, compared it with another leaf, and found that it had indeed turned into a leaf.

"Am I the magic brush Ma Liang?"

Mo Hui was a little confused.

Originally, he didn't know much about this world, and he didn't know that his martial soul had this function.

"If everything I draw becomes a real thing, then how can I draw?" Mo Hui said with a depressed face.

Although this function is good, he doesn't really need it, and the paintings have become real objects, so he can't save them.

In order to verify whether the things drawn by his Wuhun brush can be turned into real objects, Mo Hui drew a leaf again.

The result is obvious, it becomes a real leaf again.

But this time Mo Hui didn't complain anymore, because he felt very tired after painting, and he felt that he would be out of breath even if he moved a little now.

And the two leaves that turned from paintings gradually disappeared.

"What's the situation?"

Mo Hui said with a distressed look.

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly, and Su Yinghai jumped off from the front of the carriage.

They had been traveling for a while, and it was time to rest and let the horses rest for a while, and he also needed something to eat to replenish his strength.

"Little Mo, do you want to eat something?" Su Yinghai asked.

As he said that, he came to open the car door, and then saw Moe who was extremely weak.

"Little Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Su Yinghai came to Mo Hui in panic to check and asked.

He didn't want Mo Hui to make any mistakes on the road, and he had to wait until he reached the Wuhun Hall if he wanted to leave.

"I don't know, I just used my martial soul." Mo Hui replied weakly.

"Martial soul?"

Su Yinghai repeated it, and then checked the soul power in Mo Hui's body.

"Hu~~"

After the inspection, Su Yinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter with me?" Mo Hui asked seeing Su Yinghai's relaxed look.

"It's nothing, it's just that the soul power is consumed too much, just rest for a while." Su Yinghai explained.

"Excessive consumption of soul power?" Mo Hui was a little surprised.

"Isn't I born full of soul power? Isn't the tenth-level soul power so useless? I just drew two leaves!"

Mo Hui complained in his heart.

"Anyway, it's nothing serious, just take a good rest and don't use your martial soul anymore." Su Yinghai instructed Mo Hui.

"Oh."

Although Mo Hui was still puzzled, that was all he could do now, after all, he didn't know much about this thing.

"By the way, you can eat something first, so that you can recover your strength faster."

Su Yinghai said as she took out the food she had stored.

"Oh, thank you Deacon Su." Mo Hui thanked Su Yinghai after receiving the food.

"You're welcome, hurry up and eat, we have to continue on our way."

After Su Yinghai instructed Mo Hui, she also started to eat.

The means of storing food in this world are still relatively backward, and what can be stored is only some dry food and the like.

Of course, if there is a storage Horcrux, some fresh ingredients can still be stored, but that is not something that a small branch deacon can have.

And who would put such a precious thing in food.

So they can only eat some dry food.

After resting, Su Yinghai continued to drive the carriage towards the Hall of Spirits.

At this time, Mo Hui has almost rested, and his soul power has recovered a little. It is not as uncomfortable as it was at the beginning, but it is still somewhat uncomfortable.

This experience made Mo Hui no longer dare to use his martial soul at will. This time, Su Yinghai was by his side, and there was no danger around him.

But if the next time a person runs out of soul power in the wilderness, he probably will be in trouble.

But he still has to practice painting, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

His Wuhun couldn't be used, so he had to wait until after the Wuhun Temple to find some paintbrushes and manuscript paper to practice.

"Oh, what a cheating martial soul."

Mo Hui sighed helplessly.

To be honest, he is now a little worried about whether he will be accepted by the Hall of Spirits.

Although the aptitude of innate full soul power is not bad, but he feels that this martial soul is so weak that the martial arts hall may look down on him.

"Forget it, don't think too much, you will know when you get to the place."

Mo Hui felt that it was useless to think so much, so he gave up thinking.

He felt that even if Wuhundian didn't accept him, he would still be able to survive, at worst, wandering like before.

And his dream is not to be a soul master, but to be a painter is his dream.

(End of this chapter)