Chapter 1939: Selling Paintings

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It should be right if it's the norm.

It's just that the system doesn't seem like a guy who likes to come by convention.

System: "Host, you haven't triggered the conditions to start the upgrade task yet. As for the trial task, it's just that the system sees you as too weak, so it was specially added for you."

"..."

"too weak……"

Qi Le was silent.

I really did not expect that after working so hard for so long, in the eyes of the system, it turned out to be such an evaluation.

But if you think about it, it doesn't seem right.

Because Qi Le also knew that from the system's point of view, his combat power was really not that great, and his cultivation realm was even more unbearable.

Just like the power of the powerhouse-level peak state, the system borrows and borrows it.

However, on Qi Le, if he really faced the powerhouse-level peak power, he would definitely have no ability to fight back.

"Okay, you're right, I'm really too weak."

Qi Le sighed silently without refuting, and then walked silently to the trial room.

Even the dishes of the eight New Year's Eve dinners were not in the mood to check.

Because of these remarks, the system really came to the point.

If you don't get promoted to the powerhouse level, you can't really be called a powerhouse.

So let's take a look at the effects of those New Year's Eve meals after the trial task is completed.

One step, into the trial room.

The familiar white space suddenly appeared in front of Qi Le.

"The powerhouse-level trial is starting, please prepare for the trial."

"Three...two...one!"

"The trial begins!"

A white light flashed, and the familiar darkness appeared in front of him, and then slowly turned back to light.

Soon, the content of this trial was displayed in front of Qi Le.

It was a runway that was neither long nor short, unpretentious and without any frills.

At a glance, you can see the location of the end point, which is a square table with a trophy on it.

And Qi Le was standing on the starting line at the moment.

There was no one else around, only Qi Le.

Likewise, there was no sound to prompt the start, just an empty track and a trophy at the finish.

"The tester reaches the end, and this trial will end."

Just when Qi Le was full of doubts and didn't know what to do, a prompt sounded abruptly.

"Is it enough to resist the finish line? Is this trial so simple?"

Qi Le said to himself in disbelief.

Compared with the previous trials, it was so difficult that Qi Le's mentality collapsed several times.

Why does this trial feel like a free gift?

This is not a dream.

"No, it's not right, it's definitely not that simple."

Recalling the previous trial tasks again, Qi Le made a serious conclusion in his heart.

This shows that the calm and peaceful situation is only used to fool people.

Hidden below, it must be a violent storm.

It's just that there is no way to guess what is in these violent storms.

So, as soon as it comes, let it go.

Anyway, they all entered this trial space, and if they did not complete the trial task, they would definitely not be able to get out.

Then stop wasting time and get started.

Qi Le took a deep breath, and then took the first step forward from the starting line.

Suddenly, dizzy.

Consciousness was plunged into darkness.

When the light appeared in front of Qi Le's eyes again, the simple runway had disappeared.

Instead, there is a long table.

On this table, there is also a large stack of rice paper of poor quality.

Next to the rice paper, there is a somewhat worn inkstone with some ink in it.

Qi Le was sitting behind this long table, holding a paintbrush in his hand, the tip of the pen was full of ink, and was about to start painting.

"This...what's the situation?"

The sudden scene, even Qi Le, who was used to seeing big scenes, was a little stunned.

Painting is a craft.

Although Qi Le is very good at fighting, when it comes to these crafts, it is really not good.

So at this moment, Qi Le didn't know what to do.

"Hey, painting seller, how much do you want for a painting?"

At this moment, a tall Qingpi came over and said arrogantly to Qi Le.

"Selling paintings? Are you talking about me?"

Qi Le looked at the paintbrush in his hand and had a little understanding of his current identity.

However, knowing what identity he is currently playing does not mean that Qi Le can be competent for this identity.

There is no such thing as pen and ink Danqing, without a few years, or even more than ten years of hard training, it will not produce any results at all.

So Qi Le was very curious.

If this is also part of the trial, what is the purpose of this trial?

"Trial reminder, the identity of the tester this time is a painting seller, and he is required to sell a thousand paintings with his own skills."

But at this moment, the sound of no joy and no sorrow suddenly sounded in Qi Le's mind.

It confirmed Qi Le's conjecture.

"As expected, is it another role-playing trial?"

Qi Le is no stranger to this type of trial, because the content of the last trial was to play a traveling doctor.

This time, it's just a change of identity.

And it made it a little more difficult.

That is to rely on one's own craftsmanship to play the role of a good painter.

Instead of directly instilling all the knowledge related to the role played like last time.

"Alright, at least after I go out, I won't have nightmares anymore."

Qi Le breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Qingpi in front of him, and said, "I don't know what kind of painting you want to paint?"

"What kind of painting? Just draw my portrait. Remember to draw it better."

"My uncle is going to take this painting to the matchmaker."

Qingpi raised his head and said enthusiastically.

Obviously, it is quite difficult to find a wife like this idle green skin, also known as the street gangster.

So when necessary, you still have to rely on portraits to fool people.

"It looks better..."

Hearing the sound, Qi Le couldn't help but look up at the green skin in front of him seriously.

Big shoulders, round waist, unshaven beard, fierce.

This kind of appearance needs to be drawn better, not to mention Qi Le, a novice who is too new to be new.

However, the words say so.

But what should be painted, it must be painted.

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