Douluo painter

Chapter 3

"Is this the little ghost you're talking about born full of soul power?"

In the room, a man in a red robe looked at Su Yinghai and said.

"Yes, Lord Deacon."

Su Yinghai responded.

Standing in front of Su Yinghai was a deacon of the main hall of the Wuhun Temple.

Although Su Yinghai is also a deacon, but one of them is in the branch hall and the other is in the main hall, the status is not even a little bit worse.

After all, there are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of branch halls in the Wuhun Temple, but there is only one main hall.

"Oh."

The red-robed deacon responded casually after hearing Su Yinghai's answer.

Then he approached Mo Hui, put his hand on Mo Hui's head and used his soul power to perceive.

"Well, it is indeed a newly awakened martial soul, and the soul power is also at the tenth level."

The red-robed deacon nodded and said.

"Your name is Mo Hui, right?"

The red-robed deacon asked after retracting his hand.

"Well, yes, I am."

Mo Hui responded briefly.

Hearing Mo Hui's answer, he turned to Su Yinghai again.

"Where did you help this kid awaken his martial soul?"

The deacon in red asked.

Although innate full soul power qualifications are good, they can't recruit people randomly. They must always find out the background, otherwise it will be bad to take in a spy.

He felt that although he was only six years old, it was not impossible.

After all, in order to obtain the secrets of other sect families, some sect families will train some talented children to infiltrate other sects as disciples. These children grew up inside the sect since they were young, and with outstanding talents, they can easily enter the high-level sects Steal intelligence.

So in order to prevent this situation, the red-robed deacon must figure out the origin of Mo Hui.

"Return to Deacon, I was in Holy Soul Village to help this child awaken his martial spirit."

Su Yinghai clapped her hands and responded.

"Oh? Then do you know all about his identity and background?"

The red-robed deacon continued to ask.

"Back to Deacon, this child is an orphan in Holy Soul Village. His parents are both villagers in Holy Soul Village. They passed away a few years ago. He barely survived until now with the help of other people in the village."

Su Yinghai continued to answer.

"Well, I see."

Hearing this, the red-robed deacon had let go of his guard. He felt that there should be no problem with Mo Hui's identity. He only needed to send someone to inquire later to know whether what Su Yinghai said was true.

"Little ghost, let me see your martial soul."

Then the red-robed deacon turned to Mo Hui and said.

He felt that the aptitude full of soul power must be enough, but in addition to the cultivation aptitude, it also depends on the strength of the martial soul.

If a useless martial spirit can be cultivated to a very high level by relying on innate aptitude, it is useless.

So he decided to see if there was anything special about Mo Hui's martial spirit.

"Oh."

When Mo Hui heard it, he immediately released his martial soul.

I saw a paintbrush slowly appearing from Mo Hui's hand.

"This is... a paintbrush?"

The red-robed deacon looked at Mo Hui's martial spirit with some doubts and said.

He had seen quite a few martial souls, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of martial soul.

"This should be considered a martial soul." The red-robed deacon said to himself with some uncertainty.

He wasn't sure whether the spirit was auxiliary or attacking.

"Is there anything special about your martial spirit?"

The red-robed deacon asked again.

"Forehead."

Mo Hui didn't know how to answer for a moment, after all, he didn't know much about his martial soul.

At present, I also know that my martial soul can materialize the things I draw, but it seems that it will consume a lot of soul power.

So Mo Hui had no choice but to tell the red-robed deacon what little information he knew.

"what!"

The red-robed deacon was shocked when he heard this.

"This Martial Soul can actually materialize the things drawn?"

It's normal for him to be shocked. After all, this ability is really special, and if it is used well, it can definitely become an invincible existence.

Although Mo Hui said that it is difficult for him to materialize the two leaves now, this does not mean that it will be the same in the future.

The red-robed deacon felt that this was only caused by the relatively low soul power. When Mo Hui's soul power increased, this problem would naturally be resolved.

Su Yinghai, who was next to him when he heard that Mo Hui's martial soul had this ability, was also taken aback, and then looked suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder when Mo Hui used Wuhun on the way here, it became like that."

Su Yinghai thought to herself.

Originally, he was not very optimistic about Mo Hui's martial soul. On the way here, he saw that Mo Hui's martial soul consumed so much soul power, and he felt that Mo Hui's martial soul was a useless martial soul.

But now he thinks otherwise.

After all, Mo Hui's martial soul is to turn the painting into a real thing, and it can be said that it consumes a little more soul power.

Seeing the surprised looks of Su Yinghai and the red-robed deacon, Mo Hui was a little puzzled.

"Isn't it just that I can turn a painting into a real thing? What's so great about it? Besides, my tenth-level soul power can only produce two leaves. Even the so-called ninety-level Title Douluo may not be able to turn a tree into a real thing." melt it."

Mo Hui thought to himself.

He thinks so because he doesn't know much about the world.

He didn't know the division of soul power levels in this world, and thought that the soul power of level ninety might be several times or dozens of times greater than his soul power of level ten.

But in fact, a ninetieth-level Titled Douluo is even inferior to hundreds of thousands, or even tens of thousands of tenth-level soul masters.

So it is normal for Mo Hui to take it for granted that his martial soul is a waste martial soul.

But Su Yinghai and Hongpao Deacon know the division of soul power in this world, so they can understand how abnormal Mo Hui's ability will be in the future.

"No, I want to take him to the Pope, he must be taught by the Pope himself."

After regaining his senses, the red-robed deacon thought for a while and said.

He felt that when Mo Hui grew up, he would definitely become a top existence on this road, and he was not capable of teaching such a person.

"Forehead."

Hearing this, Mo Hui was also a little speechless.

Originally, he thought it would be fine to stay in a small branch hall, but Su Yinghai insisted on dragging him to the main hall, and now sent him to the Pope, which really exceeded his expectations.

He just wants to be a salted fish and learn to paint quietly, and then travel around the world.

"Don't worry, the Pope will definitely train you well."

Seeing Mo Hui's appearance, the red-robed deacon thought he was worried, so he comforted him.

After Mo Hui heard it, he just wanted to say
"I don't want to be taken care of!"

He felt that if he was taken care of by the Pope, then he might not have the opportunity to fish for fish and learn to paint.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the Pope."

The red-robed deacon said.

Then he pulled Mo Hui out of his office.

"Oh."

Mo Hui had no choice but to go together.

After all, he is now on someone else's territory, so it's not easy to refuse, and he can't refuse.

(End of this chapter)