Soul Painter

"I draw?" Wu Haoxue was stunned for a moment, and then his expression was excited, "Can I?"

"Try first, then you can grow after you try~" Gao Fan said.

"But this painting is so important. If San Zhuxiong is not satisfied, we will be in trouble." Although Wu Haoxue is young, he has a mature personality.

"He will be satisfied." Gao Fan stuffed the paintbrush into Wu Haoxue's hands, "Student Wu, you are not afraid, are you? It is also the soul of two lifetimes. Teacher Feng is not as cowardly as you. Dare to write, you are more courageous than him, if you dare not, it will be too shameful."

"Why don't you dare!" After all, Wu Haoxue has a youthful spirit, saying that he has lived in two lives, but for him at this moment, the last life is just experience, and he also remembers some lessons. The character in his bones is still the one who walked out of the mountains Stubborn boy.

Picking up the paintbrush and dipping it in the mysterious dye that he ground, Wu Haoxue opened his arms and prepared to write on this portrait.

"It's enough to draw the face, I haven't finished the other parts yet." Gao Fan said to Wu Haoxue.

"How to draw?" Wu Haoxue asked.

"Draw whatever you want, anyway, your skills are not enough, I am mentally prepared to draw whatever you want." Gao Fan said.

Wu Haoxue bit his lower lip. Although he admits that his skills are not as good as his teacher's, but being said like this, he wants to draw well...

And watching Wu Haoxue's appearance of painting oil paint on the draft with unsure if it is qualified immortal dye, Gao Fan commented on Wu Haoxue's skill level in his heart, the average value is probably between 70 and 80, a young artist's Considering that Wu Haoxue has been in formal contact with oil painting for less than two years, this progress can be called rapid.

But considering that there is another master soul in Wu Haoxue's body, this progress is a bit slow. If he wants to inherit the mantle of the Demon Sect, Wu Haoxue must first raise the three major items to 100, which is the level of a "true master" At this speed, wouldn't it take another four or five years?

If I try my best to use the system to increase points, I will be able to reach full value in more than three years, but in the mid-term, for creation, a lot of SAN points are spent on improving the second-stage skills, so...

"Student Wu, your level is not very good." Gao Fan frowned, "How did you adjust the color on this face, big girl? It's kind of like rouge. Did you misunderstand San Zhuxiong's gender? Yes, this look, where is the 'god', you were not a master of fine brushwork in your previous life, and you were the best at portraying characters? What's the matter, I didn't eat enough for breakfast, so use some strength..."

Wu Haoxue bit his lip. The 18-year-old boy was criticized by his teacher for being useless. He obviously couldn't bear it. Although he was an investigator, he thought he was very strong and could fight demons, but half of his soul was an artist, and To break an artist, criticizing his work is enough.

However, although Gao Fan has been called "teacher" for several years, this moment is the first time that Gao Fan taught him to paint. In addition, Lu Guoying's mouth is also very poisonous. Wu Haoxue has developed the ability to resist, so Wu Haoxue just gritted his teeth. With great effort, Gao Fan finished painting the face of this portrait in Gao Fan's broken mouth.

Of course, this painting has also been shoveled several times in a row, especially when painting the eyes, Wu Hao learned how to draw once, and Gao Fan let him shovel it once. After seven or eight times, he achieved the feeling Gao Fan wanted. And when Wu Haoxue looked at the sinister eyes he drew, he had to feel sincerely that a teacher is a teacher.

"Tsk tsk, the dye that is enough to paint a whole human body is enough to paint half of your body at most in your hands." Looking at the immortal dye that Wu Haoxue wasted, Gao Fan sighed with emotion, but who made him unable to do it himself.

"Will it work?" Gao Fan pinched his chin and studied the painting.

A whole day has passed, that is to say, the second day that San Zhuxiong gave him has passed. Can the portrait in front of him that only draws a head satisfy San Zhuxiong?

...

Sanzhuxiong closed his eyes and meditated in the meditation room.

He could feel his life passing by.

Time is running out...

"Patriarch, there is a problem with Mr. Gao Fan's painting." Ikeda knelt behind San Zhuxiong and said in a low voice.

San Zhuxiong didn't speak.

The energy used for speaking must also be saved.

So Ikeda continued: "The spider he drew is said to be the devil in the soul of the owner, but I very much doubt that this is the means he used to murder the owner..."

Sanzhuxiong moved slightly, and Ikeda shut up immediately, but Ikeda knew that his words made Sanzhuxiong suspicious. At this moment, Sanzhuxiong's most precious thing was his life. Any person, thing or thing that can make him feel dangerous must be avoided, avoided or even obliterated.

"Mystery is making the world turbulent. If the Siam-Russian Federation wants to fight for Japan, it must give me a satisfactory price. Gao Fan's existence is a hope and a bargaining chip..." San Zhuxiong said in a low voice.

"Then is he a hope or a bargaining chip? If it is a bargaining chip, after using it, can it be used...I heard that the Siam-Russian Federation is very interested in him." Ikeda said.

"Heh..." Sanzhuxiong laughed suddenly, his laughter was cold and low, like a snake spitting out a letter, which made Ikeda shiver.

"Little finger." San Zhuxiong said.

"Yes!" Without hesitation, Ikeda pulled out a short blade from the back of his waist, took out another silk handkerchief, and pressed his left hand on the silk handkerchief, placing the short blade at the joint between the little finger and the palm, and cut off forcefully, blood gushed out. out, a little finger left his palm.

"I will need your hand to communicate with the Siam-Russian Federation again..." San Zhuxiong said softly.

"Yes!" Ikeda shook his left hand and nodded vigorously.

"If the price offered by the Siam-Russian Federation is generous enough, I don't mind giving them the artist. Although this will offend STK, at that time, I'm afraid I'm already on the opposite side of human beings... Huh?" San Zhuxiong said As he spoke, his voice suddenly became louder.

His throat was originally like a blocked valve, and a large number of old tissue structures were stuffed in his lungs, and it was still aging, falling off, and decaying, which made San Zhuxiong feel like a withering tree.

But at this moment, his voice suddenly became louder, as if it was the long cry of a strong wind blowing through the treetops. It had been a long time since he had used his voice to make such a loud sound.

"I...?" San Zhuxiong subconsciously touched his face. He touched the skin full of toughness. Although it was definitely not full of collagen like that of teenagers, it was still the old wrinkled skin like bark. The face cannot be compared.

"What's wrong with me?" San Zhuxiong turned to look at Ikeda.

The moment Ikeda saw Sanzhuo, his pupils widened suddenly, because he saw a majestic face, which definitely did not belong to a 100-year-old man.

"Patriarch, you..." Ikeda was shocked.

"Where's the mirror! Go get the mirror!" San Zhuxiong scolded Ikeda.

Waiting for Ikeda to bring the mirror, San Zhuxiong saw his own face, this 40-year-old face, he suddenly burst into laughter with a loud breath.

However, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, first he looked at his hands, and then he tore off his clothes, and saw that this body was still wrinkled and old, only the face was young.

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