Chapter 492

For a frugal person, all dispensable things are "unnecessary", and all prices beyond his expectations are called "expensive".

Being frugal is a good thing, so Shen Hao never interfered with Xia Nu's habit, but he reserved his own opinion.

"Do you know how to paint murals?" The taste of sour noodle soup made Shen Hao feel completely relaxed, and seemed to relieve the pressure from his taste buds. In addition, the matter of the black beast tattoo came to an end once again, and he also had time to chat with Xia Nu. In addition, he also wants to hear other people's opinions on the murals that have been rubbed.

"Yes, Master, I was a very talented painter when I was in the tribe. I painted many murals in the tribe. My father was a mural painter. I got his true biography, hehe."

"Is it so powerful? Then tell me."

"Okay. What does the master want to hear?"

"You can say whatever comes to your mind, as long as it's about murals."

"Okay, let's start with the preparation of the mural. First of all, we must choose the right paint according to the texture of the wall. If the paint is not selected correctly, the color of the mural will fade easily after being painted and cannot last for a long time. Then we need to find out the key points to paint according to the event. To form a pattern, you first need to draw the outline with a charcoal pencil.”

After Shen Hao finished his bowl of noodles, he sipped his herbal tea and listened carefully. I have to say that Xia Nu really surprised him. He didn't expect this stupid slave to know a lot about the murals.

"Then have you ever drawn anyone's life and past?"

"Yes. Some elders in the family will draw some of their life on the sarcophagus when they die and are buried. I have helped draw it twice."

"Oh? So what's so special about this kind of painting on the coffin?"

"Yes, but it is roughly the same as ordinary murals, except that there will be a coherent story line that needs to be thought out in advance."

"story?"

"That's right. Although a person is short from birth to death, there are many stories, and they are all unique. Isn't it a commemoration of this person's life to choose some important stories and paint them?"

Shen Hao was a little dazed, but Xia Nv's abrupt phrasing made him a little dazed. Is this still a naive slave? Don't be evil, right?

Pulling the silly slave into his arms, he grabbed his ears and tugged, then raised his chin to take a closer look, except that his face was flushed, there seemed to be no difference. He just let go of his ears, and the silly slave didn't go down anymore, he hugged him even tighter than him, and was always writhing restlessly.

He casually picked up a mural in the tomb that was rubbed back on the table, patted the thick flesh of the other party, and asked, "Do you understand this one?"

The naive slave was pulled into his arms and smelled the smell of Shen Hao, and felt a little dizzy and weak all over. He didn't want to wake up when he was close to him, but when he heard the question, he still reluctantly raised his eyelids and looked over. After looking at it for a while, he said: "Master, is this also a mural? But it doesn't look the same as the style of our clan. This is a mural of the human race, right?"

"That's right, this is a mural of the human race. It's something from more than a thousand years ago. Can you see something?"

Twist a few times to find a comfortable position in the master's arms, turn sideways, took the painting and looked at it for a while, Xia Nv said: "This painting should not be complete, but it looks like it should be a complete character Story. You see, the color of this person’s body is in strong contrast with other patterns, and the body is also a bit bigger, and the details are drawn more carefully. He should be the main character in the painting.”

Really see it? !

Shen Hao simply flipped through a few pieces of drawing paper while waiting for the time to eat noodles, and found that it was difficult to fully understand all the information in these paintings without the support of information, at least with his understanding of the murals. It will be difficult to understand.

I didn't expect that there was such a person around who could help.

"Then take a look at these paintings, and draw out an outline." Shen Hao pointed to the thick one-foot drawing paper on the table.

"today?"

"No hurry, within a few days, no problem?"

Xia Nv suddenly regained her spirits. Before Shen Hao said that these paintings were "cases", but now asking her to help is a kind of trust? A desired value?

"Yeah! I will definitely finish, complete the task!" Xia Nu heard Wang Jian Xiaoqi at home talk like this before, and now she has learned it a bit. It is neither fish nor fowl, and looks stupid.

"Mission? Hahaha." Shen Hao laughed out loud after being teased, and said after a while, "Does that mean I have to give you a reward?"

"Can I still ask for a reward?" Xia Nu didn't know what a reward was, but she still knew the word "reward", and there was no problem in understanding it roughly, so she blushed timidly in surprise.

"Well, as long as you do well in this matter, you will be rewarded." Shen Hao was just a foolish slave, and Shen Hao didn't feel that he had nothing to be grateful for, so he said it generously.

"I, I think."

"Say, what do you want?"

"I think I can, I can sleep with Master tonight." Xia Nu's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but she could still hear it clearly, shy but still persistent, that's what she thought.

After waiting for a long time without hearing from Shen Hao, Xia Nv pouted her mouth, feeling a little dark in her heart, thinking that the master was unhappy, so she was about to ask for forgiveness when she suddenly felt that she was being hugged, and she saw that she was being hugged by Shen Hao amidst the exclamation. He hugged him horizontally, and was thrown onto the futon at the other end of the study, and then his body felt cold.

After all, the silly slave got the reward and slept with the master, but he slept a little late and was quite tired, so he could only curl up on the futon and fall asleep with a smile on his face. Fortunately, the weather is hot now, so there is no need to cover the quilt.

On the contrary, Shen Hao didn't fall asleep after doing some activities, and gave up the futon to Xia Nu, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, replacing rest with practice.

And there are surprises.

"Is it faster again?!"

If the pure energy fed back to him by the Black Beast tattoo before was ten points, then the pure energy fed back after this trip to the Sword Emperor's Tomb was fifteen points! Increased by 50%! And Shen Hao can feel that this is not the limit of the black beast tattoo, but that his current meridian strength and soul strength can only bear so much, otherwise the feedback will soar even higher.

But in this way, Shen Hao's original plan had to be adjusted again, because after this night of practice, he found that it was unrealistic for him to continue staying at the sixth level of the Concentrating God Realm. It is possible to reach the limit state of the sixth level and must begin to break through.

Will this be too fast?

Shen Hao was a little troubled. Because he slowly discovered that the word "genius" was gradually being put on his head by more and more people.

Can't you let him keep a low profile? He is really too difficult.