Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

However, when he was about to speak to persuade the girl, he couldn't think of what to say.

He thought of a person, a person in the underworld.

That bad old man is also a painter, and he is also a crazy painter. If he came here, he would probably think that continuing to paint is the right thing to do.

"Escape is shameful, but useful."

Suddenly, an old man's voice came from Yeto's ear.

"Stinky old man, it's you, and you came to the human world?" Ye Dou was taken aback.

"Of course, because in this world, there is an obsession with painting that calls me here."

Yetou's complexion suddenly changed: "Old man, this soul, let her become a Buddha."

This soul is also a person who is obsessed with painting. Yato is very afraid, and the old man appreciates her obsession and keeps her behind.

"So that's the reason. Is it for me to liberate this soul and make her a Buddha? Is this the duty of my God of Death? It's really cruel."

The old man looked at the woman in the painting.

Yato subconsciously approached Kaii Sera and pulled him behind him.

"She's tried hard enough."

As he said this, he stared at the old man closely.

Although it is said that the relationship is very good, but he has never neglected that this is a crazy painter in the underworld, and he was even crazier than this woman who was obsessed with painting and was locked in painting during her lifetime.

But now, the old man showed signs of turning into black smoke.

"Trying hard enough?"

"I have been learning to copy since I was six years old."

"Work is often published at 50."

"At the age of 73, he roughly mastered the growth of flowers and trees and the structure of insects, fish, birds and animals."

"Hopefully at 80 there will be a lot of progress."

"When you are 90 years old, you can understand the principles of everything."

"At the age of one hundred, one can reach the realm of art and perfection."

"At the age of 110, I was able to draw lifelike things at my fingertips."

"However, God didn't give me so much time."

"If I can live long enough, it will prove that my words are true."

"You said, worked hard enough?"

In the painting, a trapped and injured hand moved.

A woman's soul emerged from the painting, her eyes fixed on the old man.

"You are, Katsushika Hokusai!"

The moment he saw the woman's face, the old man was stunned.

The woman wasn't so beautiful, but those eyes made the old man's madness stop at once.

boom.

The smoke is flying!

Like a dragon flying.

One picture after another was presented in front of everyone.

Also a woman, that is a daughter.

A daughter who follows herself, wants to become a famous painter, and wants to surpass her father.

"Arong."

Katsushika should be.

Among Katsushika Hokusai's daughters, the daughter who pursued her father's painting path.Inheriting his father's style of painting, he is also his father's assistant, and is even regarded as Katsushika Hokusai.

She is a person who admires her father very much, and is also a person who is extremely proud.

She thinks her father is the god in the way of painting, and the reason for discord with her husband is that her husband's painting has not even learned the fur of her father.

At the same time, she is also a person who is so proud that she has to put all her heart into painting even the pictures of spring.I would rather dedicate myself to being a material than admit that I can't draw well.

She is proud of her father, but she also believes that only she can surpass her father.

She kept working hard, only to be able to surpass her father.

No matter how despondent they are, they firmly believe that as long as the father and daughter have two pens and four chopsticks, no matter how difficult it is, they can survive!

That is the pride of one's own memory, but also the pride of one's inner pursuit.

however.

Human talent has limits.