Douluo painter

Chapter 11 The Strangeness of Martial Soul

In the living room of Bibi Dong's house, Mo Hui and Yu Xiaogang were lying beside the dining table as if they had died of breath, foaming from their mouths from time to time.

"Really, you go to sleep as soon as you are full. Who else is in such a place? What if you get sick?"

Bibi Dong stood aside and blamed.

It seems that she didn't realize at all that Mo Hui and Yu Xiaogang became like this because of her.

"Xiao Mo, why didn't you tell me earlier."

Yu Xiaogang whispered to Mo Hui very uncomfortable.

"I don't want to talk, I want to be quiet."

After Mo Hui finished speaking, he buried his head on the table, trying to minimize some pain.

Originally, he wanted to watch Yu Xiaogang sneak away and see Yu Xiaogang accepting the feast of hell alone, so he didn't remind Yu Xiaogang.

Who told him to sprinkle dog food in front of him before?

But he didn't expect that he would be left behind in the end. It really hurts others and ends up hurting himself.

"Okay, don't lie here, go to the guest room if you want to take a nap."

Bibi Dong said to Mo Hui and Yu Xiaogang.

"Oh."

"Oh."

Yu Xiaogang and Mo Hui agreed.

Then they dragged their tired bodies towards the guest room.

"Little Mo, you don't have to go, come and sleep with me."

Bibi Dong said to Zhu Mohui.

"Okay, sister Dong'er!"

Hearing this, Mo Hui was instantly full of energy. After all, who wouldn't want to sleep with a beautiful woman?
This made Yu Xiaogang who was watching from the side full of jealousy, but he couldn't help it, because Mo Hui was a child, so he couldn't say anything.

Although he also wanted to have this kind of intimate activities with Bibi Dong, but he couldn't do it now.

One of them is an abandoned son of the sect, and the other is a saintess of the Wuhun Temple. The huge difference in status makes him always keep a distance from Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong expressed his affection to him several times, but he always ignored it. He didn't want to hurt Bibi Dong's heart, but he couldn't let go of his inner feelings either.

This made him feel guilty every time he faced Bibi Dong, how could a man call himself a man if he couldn't make his beloved woman happy.

So after meeting Bibi Dong, he was more eager to find a solution to his martial soul problem, not only for himself, but also for Bibi Dong.

"Ah~~"

In the end Yu Xiaogang could only sigh and walked into the guest room, he also wanted to be quiet.

Compared with Yu Xiaogang's mourning and sighing, Mo Hui's place is not so happy.

At this time, Mo Hui was held in Bibi Dong's arms, and the two were lying on the bed together.

Bibi Dong was still telling Mo Hui a bedtime story, and Mo Hui felt as if he had entered heaven and was embraced by an angel.

Then Mohui fell into a dream in this comfortable environment and began a sweet nap.

…………

Soon, the quiet and peaceful nap time passed.

After waking up, Mo Hui planned to practice painting again, but Yu Xiaogang came over to give Mo Hui some guidance after seeing it.

Although Yu Xiaogang is an abandoned child of the sect, he is a child of everyone after all, and he still has some basic literary accomplishments, and because he has traveled abroad all the year round and has a lot of knowledge, he still knows a thing or two about painting.

There is nothing wrong with instructing ink painting on some basic painting skills.

"Little Mo, do you like drawing very much?"

Standing beside Mo Hui, Yu Xiaogang suddenly asked.

"Well, my dream is to be a painter."

Ink Painting simply responded, and then continued to concentrate on practicing painting skills.

"Painter?"

Yu Xiaogang said with some surprise.

"You, a disciple of the Pope of the Wuhun Palace, don't want to be a soul master, but a painter?"

Yu Xiaogang felt that this was really absurd.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?"

Mo Hui said dissatisfied.

He doesn't want others to judge his dream again, and only he has the final say on whether it is right or wrong to live a new life.

"Then have you considered what your master, the Pope thinks?"

Yu Xiaogang asked.

"Think about it, but my dream is my business, what he thinks is none of my business."

Mo Hui replied indifferently.

"Forehead……"

Yu Xiaogang was also surprised by Mo Hui's answer.

"Why is it none of your business? The Pope's acceptance of you as an apprentice must be due to your talent in cultivation. He definitely disagrees if you want to paint. He doesn't need a painter."

Yu Xiaogang really wanted to refute, but he held back in his heart because he didn't want to hit Mo Hui.

"Well, you can do whatever you want."

Yu Xiaogang said helplessly.

"By the way, I still don't know what your martial spirit is?"

Yu Xiaogang changed the subject and asked.

Mo Hui responded to Yu Xiaogang nonchalantly after hearing this:

"My martial soul is a paintbrush."

"brush?"

This is the first time Yu Xiaogang has heard of this kind of martial spirit, even though he has traveled all over the world and has never seen anyone's martial spirit is a paintbrush.

"Well, does it match my dream? I think this is God's will. God wants me to be a painter."

Mo Hui said excitedly.

"Okay, it does fit."

Yu Xiaogang felt that it was a bit of a coincidence that a person who likes to paint just awakened a paintbrush Wuhun.

But the martial spirit is basically inherited, he wondered if one of Mo Hui's parents had something to do with the paintbrush.

So Yu Xiaogang asked:
"Then what is your parents' martial soul?"

"I don't know. They died a long time ago. I was not old enough to remember."

"But it should be something like an ax and a hoe, after all, most of the people in our village have this kind of martial spirit."

Mo Hui responded lightly.

"Sorry, I didn't know your parents were dead, but you were originally from a small village."

Yu Xiaogang expressed his apology when he heard that Mo Hui's parents had passed away.

"Ah."

Mo Hui still responded lightly.

He has no feelings for his parents in the previous life. His parents in this world died before he came, so he doesn't have any feelings.

"Then why don't you use your Wuhun to practice painting?"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly thought of it.

"Because I can't use it."

Mo Hui said resentfully.

The awakened paintbrush Wuhun will appear as a body as soon as it is drawn, and it cannot be used, which really makes Mo Hui speechless.

"Can't use it? Why can't it be used?"

Yu Xiaogang was puzzled.

"Is there any restriction on the use of this martial soul?"

Yu Xiaogang thought to himself.

"It's not that it can't be used, but it will consume a lot of my soul power. The last time I drew two leaves, my soul power was exhausted."

Ink painted explained.

"Spirit power is consumed quickly?"

After hearing this, Yu Xiaogang thought for a while and said:
"You summon the martial soul and let me see."

He wanted to study Mo Hui's Martial Soul. He had learned a lot about Martial Soul while living abroad these years, so he wanted to see if he could help Mo Hui.

"Oh."

So Mo Hui summoned his martial soul and handed it to Yu Xiaogang.

After Yu Xiaogang took Mo Hui's martial soul, he observed it carefully.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see anything, because Mo Hui's martial soul was indeed fine.

"Use it and let me see."

Yu Xiaogang felt that since it was a matter of soul power, he still needed to see how the martial soul was used.

"Oh."

After Mo Hui took back his brush Wuhun, he began to paint. Because he was afraid that his soul power would be consumed too much, he only painted a thin leaf.

Yu Xiaogang, who was watching Mo Hui's painting next to him, thought about how Mo Hui's martial soul was used.

"This Martial Soul can also materialize the drawn things. Sure enough, the person the Pope likes is not a mediocre person."

Yu Xiaogang sighed in his heart.

Naturally, he knew how powerful the Mohui Wuhun's ability was. If he could draw anything that could appear, he would be invincible.

"Well, did you see anything?"

Mo Hui didn't care about Yu Xiaogang's surprise at all, he only cared about how his Wuhun arrived.

So he asked eagerly.

He still cares more about his martial soul, after all he still wants to use it for painting.

"Almost, if my guess is correct, the high consumption of soul power of your martial soul may not have much to do with the things you draw."

Yu Xiaogang responded slowly.

Yu Xiaogang deserves to be a master in the future. Even though he is a teenager now, he possesses much more wisdom than ordinary people. He has already found out the reason why Mo Hui's martial soul consumes so much soul power.

"It has nothing to do with what is drawn, so what does it have to do with?"

Mo Hui was puzzled.

"It's related to your painting, to be precise, it's your painting level."

Yu Xiaogang explained.

(End of this chapter)