The Name of Eternity

Li Hao sacrificed his soul, and the golden soul flew out from above his head and traveled around the sky.

Soon, Li Hao found two wandering children at the edge of the village.

Without moving his body, his soul swooped down and rolled it up casually. The sand and dust on the ground stirred up, and the stones shot out, piercing the two remaining fish that had slipped through the net.

Qianhe is 90% complete.

Turning around, Li Hao took one step forward, covering fifteen miles. The next moment, his figure appeared directly in the back hill of the village, next to the black-robed scholar.

Upon noticing Li Hao's sudden appearance, the black-robed scholar was slightly startled.

Li Hao had already noticed that the black-robed scholar was different from the villagers outside. His expression was not numb, but he had independent thinking.

The soul of the woman lying on the back of the black-robed scholar suddenly raised her head and stared at Li Hao coldly.

"A person of your level shouldn't appear here." The black-robed scholar said softly.

Li Hao said: "I didn't want to, and I accidentally came in."

The black-robed scholar was silent for a moment, and then said: "Before I start, can you please let me finish my work?"

Li Hao saw that he was holding an oil palette in his hand and a pen in his other hand. The pen was stained with blood. There was a portrait of a woman on the easel in front of him.

The appearance of the woman in the painting was quite similar to that on his back.

"You also like to paint Taoism?" Li Hao was quite surprised. He didn't expect that a deceased person could still have such leisurely feelings.

The black-robed scholar didn't answer, but just put a pen on the drawing paper to draw an outline.

Seeing this, Li Hao came to the side to observe with interest.

The black-robed scholar's painting skills were pretty good, and he was considered top-notch among the people he had come into contact with before.

"You seem to be a little different from the villagers outside." Li Hao said.

The black-robed scholar frowned. He didn't like to be disturbed when he was painting, but Li Hao's strength made him unable to resist.

"They are just my slaves." The black-robed scholar said calmly.

"So, you are the one who breeds the obsession with the Death River." Li Hao said: "If we deal with you, the Death River should be equivalent to being destroyed."

"You can't kill me."

The black-robed scholar said coldly: "Even if this place is destroyed, I will come again."

"Since you are dead, why don't you want to be reborn?" Li Hao sighed.

The black-robed scholar's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he seemed to think of something he was afraid of, and the words stopped at the edge of his mouth.

He sneered a few times, ignored Li Hao, and began to concentrate on describing.

Li Hao walked around him, looking around, and saw that the black-robed scholar no longer paid attention to him, and his eyes also shifted to his paintings.

The pen was stained not with ink but with blood, so the painting looked quite hideous and terrifying.

But what Li Hao looks at is the inner painting skills.

"Your pen here is too soft."

Seeing the lack of details, he couldn't help but remind:

"There is too little blood here, so you need to apply more blood, and let it smudge out with one stroke. This will be natural."

"..."

The black-robed scholar's hand holding the pen paused. He turned his head and looked at Li Hao faintly: "You also know how to draw?"

"Know a little bit."

The black-robed scholar looked at Li Hao. Although he only had the strength of the Soul Successor Realm, he relied on the special power of the Ming River to exist. He had been trapped in this place called Tan Palace Academy for hundreds of years.

Over the past hundreds of years, there have been many warriors who have entered this place, some strong and some weak. Some of them are more terrifying than the boys around them. They can destroy the entire Mianhe village with just a single move.

The weak ones are just like the villagers outside. Many people have died tragically in the village over the past hundreds of years. Some of the more outstanding ones rushed in front of him and were killed directly by him without mercy.

I have seen all kinds of people, but people like the young man next to me are very rare.

He is young and has terrifying martial arts skills, but he actually knows some outsiders' skills.

"The art of painting is unfathomable. No matter how smart you are, you can't master it with just a little effort." The black-robed scholar said, then ignored Li Hao and continued to paint by himself.

Holy shit, let me be humble, are you really out of breath? Li Hao stared slightly. Doesn't this kid think his painting skills are great?

If you want to say that martial arts is awesome, I will tolerate it and compete in painting skills?

"The Tao of painting is indeed unfathomable, but unfortunately, you are just a layman." Li Hao said directly without mercy.

"What?"

The black-robed scholar raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Li Hao coldly.

"There are at least sixteen mistakes in your painting. The painting is so rigid. You really lack spirituality!" Li Hao said unceremoniously, no longer showing mercy to this fellow man.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The scholar in black robe lost his composure, his face as pale as a death turned red with anger and excitement, and he glared at Li Hao.

"Here, here, here..."

Li Hao pointed to the drawing paper everywhere, "They are all flaws. You can't see them yourself because your level is too low!"

"you!"

The black-robed scholar was shaking all over, and the woman lying behind him was filled with black mist, as if she wanted to fight Li Hao.

Li Hao is naturally not afraid. The angry Step Soul Realm is only the Step Soul Realm. Do you think you can turn into a golden retriever?

"Give me the pen."

Without saying a word, Li Hao directly took the pen away from his hand, tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside.

Seeing his hard-working paintings being trampled on like this, the black-robed scholar couldn't bear it any longer and became furious and screamed.

His originally calm and handsome face turned twisted and ferocious, and terrible blood seeped out of his seven orifices, gurgling and gurgling.

The black robe all over his body also flew up, revealing the blood on the inside of the robe.

This was actually a blood-stained robe that had been stained with blood for who knows how many years. It was only when the blood dried and settled that it looked black.

Without even looking, Li Hao's spirit flew out and easily pressed the heads of the scholar and his spirit form, suppressing them both to the ground, unable to move.

Li Hao couldn't understand why he was so angry when he was painted like this.

It’s obviously you who should be angry!

His eyes became focused, and he looked at the painting with piety in his heart.

Li Hao's movements are fast when he picks up the pen and puts down the painting. The blood on the tip of the pen is swaying, and the lines are natural, with overlapping weight and clear layers.

Soon, the blood on the tip of the pen was almost gone. Li Hao picked up the scholar, wiped the brush on his face, stained it with blood, and then painted again.

In a moment, a lifelike beauty, like a beautiful woman standing sideways and bowing her head gently in the painting, appeared on the painting paper.

It's still the same portrait of the woman as before, but this time, it's lifelike.

The best way to punish a tough talker is to defeat him in his proudest way.

Li Hao let go of the black-robed scholar and said calmly: "If you compare again and you still can't see the difference, then don't touch the pen anymore and go to the village to plant crops."

The black-robed scholar almost vomited blood and asked himself to plant crops?

He was about to rush forward in anger, but suddenly his whole body froze, and the corner of his vision touched the drawing paper, and then he could no longer leave it.

Ah Yue......

The black-robed scholar froze in place as if he had been given a slap in the face.

He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, his body trembling slightly as he was about to pounce.

Immediately, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

Ah Yue, is that you...

Is it really you...

The scholar in black robe hurriedly and eagerly approached the painting, his steps staggering. He stretched out his hand to touch the woman on the painting paper, but when his fingers were about to touch, he reacted in panic and did not dare to move forward for fear of It stained the woman's face.

His shoulders twitched slightly, and tears of blood continued.

The soul of the woman lying on his back was also looking at the painting blankly, and some thoughts seemed to gradually emerge in her dark and fierce eyes.

"How does it compare to yours?"

An inappropriate voice from the side broke the black-robed scholar's immersion.

He was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Li Hao next to him.

Looking at the young man's slightly proud look, he was not angry this time, but suddenly fell to his knees with a plop and knelt in front of Li Hao.

"Thank you……"

The scholar in black robe lowered his head, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you for letting me see Ah Yue again."

So is the woman in this painting called Ah Yue? Li Hao raised his eyebrows, but didn't care. Seeing that the other party had already given in, he immediately helped him up: "This way of painting is unfathomable. Not only do you have to understand it, but you also have to have a spirit..."

While Li Hao was explaining to himself, the black-robed scholar turned his head and looked at the woman on the drawing paper dreamily.

The noise in his ears was automatically blocked by him.

A long time, a long time.

Li Hao's mouth went dry as he spoke, and when he saw the person in front of him was wandering off in a daze, he became angry: "Did you hear that?"

The black-robed scholar came back to his senses and suddenly smiled at Li Hao. The black robe all over his body gradually faded in color, from black to blood, then to light red, and finally turned into a white-robed Confucian uniform.

Looking at this dress, it seems that he was a scholar during his lifetime.

"My wish has been fulfilled. Thank you so much, my benefactor..." The black-robed, no, elegant scholar had a smile of relief and relief on his face.

The soul-like woman behind him actually dissipated the black mist at this moment, turning into the same appearance as the woman in the painting. She was worshiping Li Hao Yingying in the void, with a look of gratitude in her eyes.

Afterwards, the two figures gradually faded away.

"Ayue..." The scholar's figure gradually faded and he murmured to himself, with a smile on his lips.

Li Hao was stunned, what is going on?

At this moment, the palm of his hand was hot, and the golden paper appeared.

On the gold paper, strands of gold characters seemed to have been cut into the paper:

[100% progress, clear Fengshan and Death River, reward, 100 merits. 】

[You have entered the merit list. 】

[The Ming River is about to disappear, please leave quickly. 】