As a result, Mo Hui quickly mastered the Mickey Roo Sect with her super high talent, and even drew a sketch for him in her spare time.

"How is it? Does it look like it?" Mo Hui said to Microw with the painting in her hand.

"Forehead……"

At this time, Microw never thought that Mo Hui's talent would be so high that he learned everything he taught so quickly.

"Ahem, it's pretty good, but there are still many places that are not very good." Mickey had to cough twice awkwardly, then said to Mo Hui.

"Oh." Mo Hui responded with some loss.

"You don't have to be too disappointed. After all, you are still a beginner. It's already great to be able to achieve this level." Microw quickly comforted after seeing it.

He was really afraid of damaging Mo Hua's confidence, which made Mo Hua give up painting.

If it really turns out like that, he feels that he might become a sinner in the painting world.

After all, if you only look at the talent of painting, ink painting is still relatively top-notch. With this talent, you can make achievements in painting by practicing diligently.

Such a person does not learn to paint is a huge loss in the painting world.

"Oh, I get it." Mo Hui responded.

"It's good that you know. I will teach you more things in the future. You have to train hard so that you can continuously improve your painting level." Mickey told Mohui.

"Well, I will definitely work hard to become a master of painting as soon as possible." Mo Hui agreed confidently.

It seemed that nothing could stop him from learning painting.

"Okay, if you have this heart, you will definitely succeed."

Mickey was very happy to see Mo Hui liked painting so much. He has now completely changed the idea of ​​Mo Hui at the beginning.

He felt that Mo Hui was simply a gift from God and the heir to his clothes.

Although he is a master of art and has achieved great achievements in art, the world does not value these things that have nothing to do with strength. No one appreciates his works, and no one can find anyone to inherit his art.

Now Mo Hui has given him hope and he has found a good successor.

"Uncle Luo, please teach me the next painting skills as soon as possible." Mo Hui said anxiously.

Uncle Luo of course refers to Mickey. Since Mo Hui has already worshipped Qianxunji as his teacher, it is not easy to teach Master Mickey or teacher. Otherwise, when Qianxunji heard Mo Hui put him in the same position as a painter, he didn't know what he would think.

"Don't worry about this. Since I said I would teach you, I will definitely give it all to teach you all my life." Microw said.

"However, art is not urgent, and the same is true for painting. You can first fully master what I teach you." Microw said again.

Painting is something that requires long-term practice to accumulate. Although ink painting has a high talent and can quickly master various painting skills, if there is no sufficient accumulation, the paintings he draws can only be in shape and cannot express his meaning.

That's why Mickey said this. He didn't want Mo Painting to just draw things simply. This is meaningless. For a painter, only by combining shape and meaning is his ultimate pursuit.

"Oh, okay."

Mo Hui had no choice but to continue practicing what Mickeyro had given him before.

Mickey watched the paintings of ink paintings and from time to time put forward some opinions and guidance to help the paintings better grasp them.

Bibidong was practicing beside him, and from time to time he looked at the ink painting that was concentrating on learning to draw.

"This..." Bibidong suddenly showed a shocked expression, slightly opened her cherry lips, not knowing how to express her inner surprise.

She saw that Mo Hui's soul power was actually rising. She had just risen to level 11 yesterday, and now she is about to break through to level 12.

Bibidong was also surprised to see that the increase in the soul power of Mo Painting was really related to painting.

After all, I was just speculating before, not the facts, and there were still some uncertainties, but now seeing the facts in front of me, Bibidong didn’t know what to say.

She was surprised by the strange way of Mo Hui's soul power upgrading, and the other was surprised by the rapid increase in Mo Hui's soul power. In less than two days, the soul power rose by two levels, which was faster than the Rockets.

You know, she has worked hard for more than ten years and has only been level 50.

If Mo Hui upgraded at this speed, she would be able to surpass her in less than a year.

However, Bibidong knew that this was impossible. Mo Painting is now upgraded faster because he has just learned to draw and has a lot of room for improvement.

The more you end the painting, the harder it is to improve, and it may even stagnate, so the upgrade speed of ink painting cannot be maintained for long.

Despite this, it was still shocking. Bibidong was unable to understand why such a unique way of cultivation existed, Mo Hui.

Mo Hui seems to be born to draw, and it is incompatible with this world of fighting and killing.

"Oh, I don't know if Xiao Mo is good or bad." Bibi Dong said with some distress.

If Mo Hui was an ordinary person, it would be fine to simply learn to draw, but now he has entered the Temple of the Spirit and became the Pope's apprentice. He is destined to be unable to make decisions on his own.

The Soul Palace accepted the ink painting to let him serve the Soul Palace. What they wanted was not a painter, but a pioneer who could help the Soul Palace launch a strong and powerful pioneer.

To put it bluntly, I want you to kill and survive for the birth and death of the Spirit Hall.

Although Mo Hui can live in harmony in the Wuhun Hall now, Mo Hui's personality will sooner or later have conflicts with the Wuhun Hall.

Mo Hui has not grown up now. Once there is a conflict with the Spirit Hall, he will not be able to protect himself. Needless to say, the Spirit Hall will not let threats exist.

Although Bibidong has just become a senior sibling with Mo Hui, she has long regarded Mo Hui as her younger brother, so she naturally does not want Mo Hui to have any trouble.

But she is also a member of the Spirit Hall, so naturally she cannot betray the Spirit Hall.

So he planned to wait until Mo Hui grew up before talking about this kind of thing to Mo Hui to avoid the situation she didn't want to see.

"Sister Dong'er, Sister Dong'er, what are you thinking?"

Mo Hui came to Bibidong while he was thinking about things and said.

"Oh, oh, Xiao Mo, are you doing something?" Bibidong came back to his senses and said.

"Sauce sauce!"

"Look, this is you, Sister Dong'er."

As he said that the ink painting showed a painting placed behind his back.

It is painted on it as Bibidong's appearance when he was just practicing.

"How is it, Sister Dong'er, does it look like it?" Mo Hui asked happily.

"Well, it looks like Xiao Mo is so talented." Bibidong praised.

As he said that, he also touched Mo Hui's little head.

"Hehe." Mo Hui was naturally very happy that she was praised.
Chapter completed!