Douluo painter

Chapter 52 Talking to Old Jack

That night, on the trunk of a certain tree, Mo Hui was lying on it and counting the moon, holding a branch in his hand and pointing.

It is said that autumn is bright and refreshing, and so is this world. The sky is full of stars hanging on the black sky, a round of white moon shines brightly, and there is a faint "fog" beside it.

"Ah~"

Mo Hui couldn't help but sigh as he counted, because no matter how he counted, he couldn't finish.

"It's really annoying~~" Mo Hui said distressedly.

Although the starry sky at night in this world is indeed beautiful, cloudless and full of stars, Mo Hui has no intention of admiring it.

Because he has his own little troubles.Although he had already decided to leave Holy Soul Village, he hadn't decided on his next destination yet.

He came out to find a way to break through the bottleneck, but he didn't seem to find any way after being out for so many days.

Because he helped Tang Hao revive his wife, he wasted some time, but although helping Tang Hao was only on his whim, he was not without consideration.

The main reason is that Bibi Dong has now become the pope of Wuhundian, which means that if Tang Hao harasses or seeks revenge from Wuhundian in the future, it will be his sister Donger who is in trouble.

So for Bibi Dong's consideration, Mo Hui felt that it was necessary to help Tang Hao, so as to resolve the grievances involved.

"Ah~"

"I don't know how Sister Dong'er is doing now, I really want to go back~" Mo Hui said a little disappointed.

"No, at least you have to be strong before you can go back, and I have to liberate Sister Dong'er from the Wuhun Temple." Mo Hui said to himself after reviving.

"Ouch!"

A shout came from under the tree.

It turned out that Mo Hui accidentally dropped the branch in his hand when he just regained his strength, and hit a pedestrian walking under the tree.

"Forehead……"

Mo Hui scratched her head in embarrassment, then jumped down from the tree.

No matter what, it was all his fault, and he felt the need to apologize to that pedestrian.

"Huh? Grandpa Jack."

"Little Mo?"

Mo Hui and Old Jack looked at each other in blank dismay, they never expected to meet again in the middle of the night.

"Little Mo, what are you doing up a tree without sleeping at night, and you hit me." Old Jack complained.

"Um, Grandpa Jack, I was mainly troubled and couldn't sleep, so I climbed up the tree to count the moon, no, count the stars." Mo Hui explained.

"What's bothering you? What's bothering you? Tell Grandpa and see if I can help you." Old Jack said.

"This……"

Mo Hui felt that Old Jack was just an ordinary farmer, and it was impossible to answer his doubts about cultivation or painting.

So he was a little hesitant to tell Old Jack, because Old Jack didn't understand these things, and he felt that telling Old Jack might only add another person to be upset with him.

"Ah~"

"Although grandpa is not a soul master, doesn't have much knowledge, and even seldom goes out of the village, but you have to trust grandpa, as an elder, I still have the usefulness to confide my heart to the younger generation."

Old Jack first sighed, and then said this to Mo Hui.

"Ok."

When Mo Hui heard what Old Jack said, he planned to tell Old Jack about his troubles.

In fact, it is a very relaxing thing to have one more person to share your troubles for you. Even if the troubles cannot be solved, it will relieve your pain.

Mo Hui also understood the meaning of Old Jack's words before he planned to share his troubles with Old Jack.

After all, everything is hidden in the heart, and the heart will be full sooner or later.

"Grandpa Jack, how do you improve your painting skills?" Mo Hui asked directly.

"I don't know," said old Jack.

"Ah."

Of course Mo Hui knew that Old Jack didn't understand painting, but he still asked because he wanted to get rid of his troubles.

"Grandpa Jack, my Wuhun is very special. It is a paintbrush, just a paintbrush. I don't understand why he is so special. It can turn paintings into real existence. It can make me feel alive without a soul ring. A breakthrough, it can even create a soul ring, it can bring the dead back to life, it is very powerful."

Mo Hui said to Old Jack, but it seemed to be talking to himself. Old Jack never said a word, just listening silently.

"But I have encountered some problems at the moment. Because it is so special, I can't even practice like a normal soul master. I need to learn painting to improve my soul power." Mo Hui paused.

"I like painting very much, and I think this special cultivation method is very good, but I don't know how to evaluate the level of painting. I feel that my painting is already perfect, but I am still at level [-], and I haven't improved at all. meaning." Mo Hui continued.

"I'm very confused, I don't know what to do next, how to improve my strength."

When Mo Hui said this, his eyes were blurred, as if looking at a distance that didn't exist.

What is painting is to draw what you see and think.

How is the level of painting divided from high to low? Is the painting resemblance?
No, no, at least not entirely. There are many genres of painting, including realistic, abstract, freehand...

Every school of painting has different criteria for judging. It would be too unrealistic for him to learn all schools of painting.

What he learned from Mi Qiluo is realistic painting, and he strives to draw objects very similar. He has almost achieved perfection in this regard, but he is only at level [-].

This made him a little unsure how to proceed to the next step, whether he was going to try a new painting school, or continue to practice realistic painting.

"Little Mo, grandpa is the head of an ordinary village, so he doesn't understand what you're talking about. Grandpa said that grandpa's knowledge is no better than this holy soul village." Old Jack said.

Then he took out a dry cigarette from nowhere, lit it slowly, and took two puffs.

"Hu~~"

"But I have my own opinion on the question you just asked," said old Jack.

"Oh? Grandpa Jack, what's your opinion?" Mo Hui asked curiously.

"You said that you want to improve your strength, but you don't know what to do. I think you can improve your strength as long as you go out." Old Jack said slowly.

"I've only been in the Holy Soul Village all my life, so at most I've been the head of the Holy Soul Village all my life, Xiao Mo, do you understand me when I say that?" Old Jack took another drag on his cigarette.

"Is that so?"

Mo Hui looked at the old Jack now, and he thought that the old Jack should also be a person with a story.

"Well, well, it's getting late, go back to bed early."

Old Jack took one last puff of his cigarette and left, and gave Mo Hui another order before leaving.

"Tomorrow, leave Saint Soul Village." Mo Hui said after making a decision.

Now he looked up at the starry sky and found that the starry sky seemed a little brighter. Is it because the night is getting darker?

(End of this chapter)