Douluo painter

Chapter 14 Mitchell

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can successfully advance without a spirit ring. This is no longer in line with our understanding of the level of spirit power."

Yu Xiaogang continued.

"Generally speaking, there is a limit to the amount of soul power a person can hold, and the upper limit is generally tenth level. This means that after every tenth level, you need to absorb a soul ring to increase your upper limit."

Yu Xiaogang said.

"That's true, but what happened to Xiao Mo?"

Bibidong also agrees with Yu Xiaogang's statement, but she doesn't understand what is happening with Mo Hui.

"I don't know either, maybe it has something to do with his martial soul."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head helplessly and said.

"However, judging from the current situation, I think the improvement of Xiaomo's soul power may not be due to cultivation or soul rings, but to his painting level."

Yu Xiaogang said somewhat uncertainly, after all Mo Hui's situation is too special.

The reason why he guessed so was mainly because Mo Hui's soul power consumption was also related to his painting level.

He felt that although this was absurd, it was not unreasonable. After all, paintbrushes were used for painting, and it was not surprising that ink painting soul power levels were related to painting.

"This……"

Bibi Dong didn't know how to express her surprise.

Forget about the soul power consumption of Wuhun being related to painting, but now the level of soul power is also linked to painting, which is a bit unbelievable.

"What's wrong? Why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

Looking at the two people who were shocked beyond words, Mo Hui was a little puzzled.

"No, it's okay, or it's a good thing for you."

Yu Xiaogang said with a wry smile after recovering.

This is indeed good news for Mo Hui, because Mo Hui just doesn't like to practice and wants to learn to draw.

Originally, it was necessary to consider whether learning to paint would delay the practice of ink painting, which would arouse Chihiro Ji's opposition.

It's all right now, as long as you paint, you can continuously improve your soul power, and you can also reduce the consumption of soul power when using martial arts. Chihiro Ji will definitely not hinder Mo Hui from learning to paint, and Mo Hui can also get his wish.

"Good thing? What good thing?"

Ink painted asked.

"You can concentrate on learning to draw in the future, and you can let go of cultivation."

Yu Xiaogang responded.

"Why? Didn't you just say that you want me to focus on cultivation in the future?"

Mo Hui is very confused now, and doesn't understand why Yu Xiaogang suddenly changed his mind.

"Because your situation seems a bit special, and I can't explain it clearly."

"In short, you concentrate on learning painting these few days. I will ask Dong'er to find you a painting teacher. I will check your painting level and soul power level in a few days. If it is the same as I guessed, Then you really don’t need to practice.”

Yu Xiaogang explained to Mo Hui.

"Oh."

Although Mo Hui didn't know why, he was very happy that he didn't need to practice.

So he agreed to Yu Xiaogang.

"Okay, it's not too late, I'll go back first, staying here will inevitably cause misunderstandings."

Yu Xiaogang said.

Then he planned to go back, after all his and Bibi Dong's identities were too sensitive, it was inappropriate to be in the same room for so long.

Although Mo Hui was there, he automatically ignored it.

Because Mo Hui is a child, there is nothing to care about.

"Brother Xiaogang, are you leaving now? I want to make you another dinner."

Bibi Dong said with some reluctance.

"Forehead……"

Yu Xiaogang staggered when he heard that Bibi Dong was going to cook for himself, and almost fell to the ground.

After stabilizing his body, Yu Xiaogang said:
"Forget it, Dong'er, I won't eat here, you can just give it to Xiaomo. It just so happens that he spent a lot of time practicing painting all afternoon, and he is still growing his body, so he should give it to Xiaomo. Let him add some nutrition."

It seems that Yu Xiaogang is also shadowed by Bibidong's food.

But he was really vicious in framing Mo Hui, it was probably revenge for Mo Hui showing off sleeping with Bibi Dong in front of him before.

After hearing this, Mo Hui was instantly stunned.

"What kind of enmity do I have with you? Why do you treat me like this?"

Mo Hui roared in his heart.

He made a firm note of Yu Xiaogang in his heart, and he must pay back this hatred.

In this regard, we can only say, when is the time for retribution.

But the revenge that should be reported must be reported.

"Oh, well, then I'll see you off."

Bibidong had no choice but to send Yu Xiaogang away.

Then, under Bibi Dong's farewell, Yu Xiaogang left the Wuhun Hall.

After that, Mo Hui was hit by another biochemical weapon.

"Woooo(┯_┯)"

Mo Hui was now in tears.

"Three times a day, I really can't stand it!"

Mo Hui said sadly.

"Little Mo, why are you still lying here, come here and get ready to rest."

At this time, Bibi Dong was wrapped in a bathrobe and said to Mo Hui.

It seemed that he had just come out of the bathroom, and the blush on his body hadn't dissipated, and it was particularly obvious on his white skin.

"Oh, sister Donger~(￣▽￣~)~"

The moment he saw Bibi Dong, Mo Hui swept away all his troubles.

It seems that Mo Hui can't escape Bibi Dong's "claw".

Then Mo Hui and Bibi Dong spent a pleasant night.

The next morning Bibi Dong got up early to make breakfast for Mo Hui, then woke Mo Hui up and asked him to get up to eat.

After breakfast, Mo Hui lay down on the table and fell asleep as usual.

He felt that his future life might be inseparable from Bibi Dong's meals, so he thought about how to adapt.

But this is really too difficult, Mo Hui can only pray that Bibi Dong's cooking skills will improve in the future.

Or Bibi Dong realizes that the food she cooks is very unpalatable.

But the latter may be difficult, because Bibi Dong doesn't usually eat much, and she is not sensitive to taste, she can't taste the taste of her own food at all.

After Mo Hui recovered, Bibi Dong went to find Mickey Luo, the painting master of Wuhun Temple, who is also a master of sculpture and design, and asked him to teach Mo Hui painting.

Mi Qiluo wanted to refuse at first, but considering that Bibi Dong was the Pope's apprentice, he could only reluctantly agree.

He really doesn't care about teaching people. In this world where force is paramount, painting is a side project and is not taken seriously at all, so not many people are really willing to learn this thing, most of them don't Deep grinding and fine grinding, just looking for a surface.

As a master of art, he really doesn't want to teach these people, he thinks it's a waste of time.

But he is just a painter after all, there is no way to refuse Bibi Dong's request, otherwise he won't be able to survive here.

"Is this the person you want me to teach, my lord saint?"

After arriving, Mi Qiluo discovered that what Bibi Dong asked him to teach was actually a child.

"Well, this is my younger brother. He likes to draw very much, and he is also very talented. I hope you can teach him well."

Bibi Dong pointed at the ink painting and said.

"It's… okay."

With a bitter expression on his face, Mi Qiluo reluctantly agreed.

To be honest, he doesn't want to teach a child, because he feels that children are impatient, lose their temper at every turn, and are always enthusiastic about everything for 3 minutes.

He felt that Mo Hui's liking for painting was just a whim, and he would forget it after a while, so he decided to just teach something casually.

After all, it is not easy to learn to draw. It is enough for him to study for a few days by just teaching something, which is enough to kill Mohui's patience and interest.

But how could Mohui's hobby and interest in painting be exhausted so easily.

(End of this chapter)