Chapter 80: The Poetry Prince

The ink marks on the drawing board were not dry yet, and Shui Qilin knew that if she touched it now, she would ruin the painting.

She looked at it carefully, and the more she looked, the more she liked it. The impatience of being disturbed in her heart had long disappeared, and she looked at Li Hao with her beautiful eyes:

"Did you draw it for me?"

"Do you like it?"

Li Hao saw the joy in her eyes, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Shui Qilin smiled, and the whole cold pond seemed to be much brighter. She chuckled and said:

"I didn't expect that there is such a skilled painter like you in the human race. It's really good. I feel like I'm standing on the paper."

"As long as you like it."

Painting is not just a reproduction, but also an artistic processing, which is equivalent to adding a filter, so it looks good.

Li Hao glanced at her and asked in a low voice: "Senior, how about I draw a picture of you in your current form?"

Shui Qilin didn't reject it this time, but looked at Li Hao with interest: "Can you still draw?"

"As for drawing, as long as you cooperate, I can draw all day!" Li Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, then draw another one for me to see." Shui Qilin agreed.

"Okay!"

Li Hao quickly agreed, this is a rare opportunity to get some benefits.

"Senior, please stand by the pond and turn your body slightly to the side. Well, that's it..."

Li Hao asked her to make a sideways movement, and with her beautiful face, she looked like a gentle and sad woman standing by the pond.

He quickly started to draw.

After one stick of incense.

The second painting was finished.

[Painting experience +1738]

The experience did not decrease much, probably because of the transformation, it was a different posture.

Soon, Li Hao handed the painting to the other party.

Shui Qilin took a look and her eyes suddenly brightened. The woman in the painting was sad, with sad eyebrows and eyes, revealing loneliness and frost, like a water lotus floating in the world.

This is me... Shui Qilin felt that the woman in the painting was much more beautiful than her real appearance.

Moreover, the trace of unremovable sadness between her eyebrows was not her inner heart?

Alone in the cold pond, lonely for a thousand years, Tan Palace is a place for humans, but not for her... In this prosperous human city, she is even more lonely.

Staring at the painting, she gradually became crazy.

Li Hao saw that the other party was in a trance, and did not disturb him. He just tidied the drawing board slightly, and then painted her trance again.

In this age without photos, his paintings can block time.

Li Hao felt that most people should like it.

Soon, the third painting was completed.

[Painting Experience +1541]

The experience was slightly reduced, but it was still a huge amount.

With just three paintings, he earned more than 5,000 experience points, which was a huge profit.

When Li Hao finished the painting, Shui Qilin came back to his senses and asked, "Is it finished?"

So you noticed it... Li Hao smiled secretly in his heart. He had already noticed it, but he still maintained a trance posture. It seemed that the other party was also cooperating intentionally.

"It's done."

Li Hao nodded and turned the drawing board to her.

Seeing the third painting, Shui Qilin's smile in his eyes increased a little. His trance-like appearance was lifelike. The light was reflected in his clear eyes, as if there were thousands of thoughts.

Just now, she did briefly review some past events a thousand years ago, but he actually saw it?

This little human can actually understand himself?

Shui Qilin looked at Li Hao, his eyes had become much kinder, and said, "Your painting skills are indeed good. You said you are a member of the Li family?"

"Yes." Li Hao nodded.

Shui Qilin said with interest: "The Li family of the God General's Mansion is well-known throughout the world, but as far as I know, the Li family has strict family rules and all the clan members are warriors. How could they allow you to touch the side skills?"

"Painting is not necessarily a small skill."

Li Hao smiled slightly: "Besides, practicing and painting are not delayed. There will always be a time when practicing is tiring."

"Oh?"

Shui Qilin raised his eyebrows.

Li Hao temporarily hid the attribute of all things, released the breath of fifteen miles, and then reactivated the attribute of all things.

Shui Qilin was slightly startled, and couldn't help but slightly widen his eyes and looked at Li Hao in surprise.

Fifteen miles?

But the blood and bones look so fresh and tender.

"Senior, it's rare to have time today, how about I continue to draw a few more for you?" Li Hao smiled and tempted.

Shui Qilin glanced at the drawing paper in her hand. She had already used her strength to squeeze the paper dry, and nodded: "Okay."

Li Hao smiled in his heart, and immediately asked her to stand by the bitan again and continue painting.

Soon, one painting after another was completed.

After painting eleven paintings in a row, when the twelfth painting was completed, the painting experience only increased by 351 points.

Although it was much less than before, it was still rich compared to painting other things.

"Let's stop here today."

Shui Qilin accepted the latest painting, took a look at it, and smiled brightly.

"Are you dissatisfied, senior?" Li Hao asked as he was about to pick up the brush.

Shui Qilin woman shook her head and said, "Today, my dress is too simple, and your painting skills are so exquisite. I will paint for you next time when I dress better."

Li Hao was speechless. It is said that everyone loves beauty, but I didn't expect that this great demon king also has it.

Do you think that today's dress is not beautiful enough?

But Li Hao thinks that she is already beautiful to the world.

"Okay."

Li Hao didn't force him. Anyway, the days are long.

"What's your name?" Shui Qilin asked.

"Li Hao."

Shui Qilin was a little surprised. This name was a bit outrageous. It would be okay if Li Hao was born in the royal family.

"Senior, what about you?" Li Hao asked, not letting go of this opportunity to make friends.

"I take the surname of the first palace master, and my surname is Song." Shui Qilin smiled and said, "My name is Song Qiumo."

Song Qiumo... Li Hao nodded slightly and said: "Senior Qiumo, I will come over to see you when I have time next time. How will I call you then?"

"If you touch the water gently, I can see through it." Song Qiumo said with a smile.

Li Hao remembered it and nodded: "See you soon, senior."

Song Qiumo waved gently, turned around and drifted away, returning to the Bitan with a dozen paintings.

Those drawing papers were covered with her power, shrouded like a thin film, untouchable by the pool of water.

"This diving... should get a perfect score of 10 points."

Li Hao couldn't help but secretly admired when he saw the other party entering the cold pool without any splashing.

He did not put away the drawing board immediately, but continued to paint the cold pool and the cliff.

Although there is no water unicorn or Song Qiumo in the painting, this beautiful scenery alone can bring a lot of experience.

Li Hao also tried to construct majestic scenes and even strange and ferocious beasts in his mind, but after drawing them, he gained very little experience.

He didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the lack of some details and charm?

He also painted four or five pictures of lonely cliffs and cold ponds.

After gaining five to six hundred experience points, Li Hao felt that it was almost time to leave. Suddenly he heard someone reciting a poem:

"The solitary peaks and steep cliffs are haggard, and the white clouds are as long as tears from the sky."

“Where does the path lead, and who knows my thoughts?”

While talking, a figure walked slowly towards him. When he saw Li Hao by the cold pool, Li Hao happened to turn back and look at him.

The two looked at each other and recognized each other's identity.

Prince?

Li Hao was surprised that this person was actually one of the two princes of the First Academy, and his name seemed to be Jiang Hanxing.

Jiang Hanxing also recognized Li Hao. Who was the most popular in Courtyard A today, it was undoubtedly the young master of the Li family in front of him.

From the moment he entered Courtyard A, he noticed Wang Han, Li Hao and other disciples of the Divine General's Mansion, but he did not approach them.

Thinking that he had just come here while reciting a poem, Jiang Hanxing felt his face flush red and a little hot. Damn it, why is there someone here?

However, this guy is the son of a military commander, so he probably doesn’t understand good and bad, right?

After the brief exchange of glances, Jiang Hanxing controlled the heat on his face and said hello with a smile:

"Young master of the Li family?"

"Hello."

Li Hao also responded very officially. He was not interested in these royal family members.

The other prince named Jiang Ye came to him and Li Yuanzhao not long after school started, expressing his intention to make friends.

But the ambition in the boy's eyes was too obvious. Li Hao was too lazy to get involved in these troublesome matters related to the royal family, so he ignored him and told Yuan Zhao not to get too close to these guys. This kind of water was not something they could get involved in easily.

"Are you here?"

Jiang Hanxing curiously looked at the drawing board in front of Li Hao. He wouldn't be surprised if Li Hao was practicing here.

But what are you doing with pen and ink?

Thinking that Li Hao had broken the rules and entered the Black and White Palace, at least he was already in the Step Soul Realm, his eyes became a little more solemn.

"Collecting style." Li Hao said casually, and at the same time withdrew his gaze, and went back to mixing ink and preparing to paint.

Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised, and his eyes showed some interest. He had secretly observed the young master of the Li family in Courtyard A before.

After all, the other party's name was given by his father himself.

He had heard his mother talk about this matter since he was born, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to it when he saw it on the day he entered school.

And Li Hao's behavior was indeed different from ordinary people. He had felt sorry before, feeling that the other party had received too much favor and had been groomed into a playboy by the Li family.

But today, after listening to Teacher Su Yehua's words, I realized that this is a hidden genius.

"Collecting wind?"

Jiang Hanxing walked over curiously and saw Li Hao drawing with his pen. The lonely mountain and cold pool appeared on the painting paper, and the painting was extremely vivid and artistic.

He was stunned.

Born in the royal family, although he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he loves poetry and calligraphy. How could he not see that his painting skills are quite impressive.

After Li Hao finished painting, Jiang Hanxing couldn't help but ask: "Master Li, can you still paint?"

Without moving his eyes, Li Hao picked up his pen and continued: "Don't you also know how to compose poetry?"

Jiang Hanxing's face couldn't help but blush when he mentioned poetry.

I like it, but "will" is a different matter.

He does understand a little bit.

But the poem just now was not written seriously. The words and sentences were all improvised, just to express the depression in my heart, without careful polishing.

"Young Master Li also knows poetry?"

"Understand a little bit."

"oh?"

Jiang Hanxing was quite surprised and became interested and said, "How about Master Li come and compose a poem?"

"Writing poetry?"

Li Hao glanced at him. He had already completed the third stage of poetry experience. He had not yet understood the heart of poetry, and he had no experience in writing poetry.

"That's right, why not... just use the cold pool painted by Mr. Li to compose a poem. How about we write a poem together?"

Jiang Hanxing became interested in poetry competition, and also wanted to compare his level with Li Hao, so as to save face for his casual poetry just now, so as not to be taken seriously by others for his poetry level.

Li Hao glanced at it: "Hantan? Then you can invite me first."

"Let's take it first, Mr. Li. I have little talent and knowledge, so I need to think more about it." Jiang Hanxing said quickly.

Li Hao didn't think he was being modest. The rhyme of the poor poem the other party read before was not even right.

"Okay."

Li Hao had a casual temperament and without thinking much, he recited a poem:

"Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard people singing on the shore."

"The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me."

After reciting one song, he continued to trace the painting in his hand without stopping.

In the past, reciting Shixian's poems required at least hundreds of experiences, but now the experience has long been exhausted, and there is no experience at all.

To respect the originality, he did not change a word.

Doesn’t fit the context? Oh, that's none of my business.

After listening to it, Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised. This poem has some charm.

"Master Li, didn't you write this poem on the spot?" Jiang Hanxing said. The situation described in the poem is not consistent with the current situation.

"Just tell me if there is a pool of water inside." Li Hao said.

"..."

Jiang Hanxing was dumbfounded, the pond was there, but where were the peach blossoms? There is a ghostly peach blossom here!

He thought for a while and then said: "Did Mr. Li do this himself, or did he?"

The suspicion in his eyes was very obvious.

"Anyway, you can't find another author in this world." Li Hao said calmly with a calm expression.

Seeing that he spoke so confidently, Jiang Hanxing was a little surprised, and asked again: "Can I ask who Li Bai is in the poem?"

"My surname is Li, so he is naturally an ancestor of my Li family."

"...What about Wang Lun?"

"My ancestor's biggest brother."

"????"

What the hell is the number one guy on the list?

Jiang Hanxing looked stunned.

"It's your turn." Li Hao glanced at him.

Jiang Hanxing came to his senses and was a little speechless, but fortunately, he had secretly played a trick. He had written a poem about Hantan Waterfall earlier, which happened to be used today.

Although it may not be accurate enough for the scenery in front of me, it is still much better than Li Hao's outrageous poem.