For a person who is accustomed to frugality, all dispensable things are "unnecessary", and anything that exceeds his expectations is called "expensive."
Frugality is a good thing, so Shen Hao never interferes with Xia Nu's habit, but he retains his own opinions.
"You can also paint murals?" The taste of sour noodles completely relaxed Shen Hao, and it seemed that his taste buds had relieved the pressure all over his body. In addition, the black beast tattoo matter has come to an end again, and he has time to chat with Xia Nu. In addition, he also wanted to hear other people's opinions about the murals that had been rubbed back.
"Yes, Master, I was a very talented painter when I was in the tribe. I painted many of the murals in the tribe. My father was the one who painted the murals. I got his inheritance, hehe."
"Is it so powerful? Then tell me."
"Okay. What do you want to hear, Master?"
"You can say whatever comes to 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 appropriate paint according to the texture of the wall. If the paint is not chosen correctly, the mural will easily fade after being colored and cannot be maintained for a long time. Then we need to find out the key points according to the event and paint it. To form a pattern, you must first trace it with a charcoal pencil..."
After Shen Hao finished his bowl of noodles, he drank herbal tea and listened carefully. He had to say that Xia Nu really surprised him. He didn't expect that this stupid slave really knew a lot about the murals.
"Then have you ever drawn anyone's life history?"
"Yes. When some elders in the clan pass away and are buried, they will draw some stories about their lives on the sarcophagus. I helped draw them twice."
"Oh? Then what's the point of this kind of painting on the coffin?"
"Yes, but it's basically the same as ordinary murals, except that there will be a coherent story line that needs to be thought of in advance..."
"story?"
"That's right. Although a person's life from birth to death is short, he still has many stories, and they are all unique. Isn't choosing some important stories to draw a memorial to this person's life?"
Shen Hao was a little stunned. Xia Nu's sudden and philosophical words made him a little confused. Is this still a naive slave? Aren't you possessed by evil spirits?
He pulled the stupid slave into his arms, then grabbed his ears and pulled, then raised his chin and took a closer look. Except that his face was red, there seemed to be no difference. Even if he let go of his ears, the stupid slave wouldn't go down. He would hold her even tighter than him, and he was always squirming around uneasily.
He picked up a rubbing of the mural from the tomb on the table, patted the other party's thick flesh, and asked, "Do you understand this?"
The stupid slave was pulled into his arms and smelled the scent of Shen Hao's body. He felt dizzy and felt weak. He didn't want to get up when he was close to him. But when he heard the question, he still reluctantly raised his eyelids and looked over, carefully. After looking at it for a while, he said: "Master, is this also a mural? But it looks different from the style of our clan. Is this a human mural?"
"Yes, this is a human mural, something from more than a thousand years ago. Can you tell anything about it?"
After twisting a few times, she found a comfortable position for herself in the master's arms. She turned sideways, took the painting and looked at it for a while. Then she said, "This painting shouldn't be complete, but it looks like it should be a complete character." Story. You see, the color on this man’s body contrasts strongly with other patterns, and his body is a bit larger, and the details are more carefully drawn. He should be the main character in the painting."
Did you really see it? !
Shen Hao simply flipped through a few pieces of drawing paper while waiting to eat noodles, and found that it was difficult to fully understand all the information in these drawings without the support of information, at least based on his knowledge of murals. It will be difficult to understand.
I didn't expect that there would be such a helpful person around me.
"Then take a look at these paintings and come up with an outline." Shen Hao pointed to the thick foot of drawing paper on the table.
"today?"
"No rush, within a few days. Is it okay?"
Xia Nu immediately became energetic. Shen Hao said these paintings were "cases" before, but now asking her to help is considered a kind of trust? A needed value?
"Yeah! I will definitely finish it, complete the task!" Xia Nu heard Wang Jian Xiaoqi talk like this before, and now she has learned it. She is completely nondescript and looks stupid.
"Mission? Hahaha..." Shen Hao was so amused that he laughed, and after a while he said, "Do I have to give you a reward?"
"Can I still get a reward?" Xia Nu didn't know what the reward was, but she still knew the word "reward", and she could understand it casually, so she blushed timidly and was surprised.
"Well, as long as you do this well, you will be rewarded." Shen Hao was just a stupid slave. Shen Hao didn't feel that there was anything he couldn't afford to reward, so he said it very grandly.
"I, I want..."
"Say, what do you want?"
"I think I can sleep with the master tonight." Xia Nu's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but she could still hear it clearly. She was shy but still persistent. That's what she thought.
After waiting for a while and not seeing Shen Hao's reply, Xia Nu pouted and felt a little gloomy in her heart. She thought her master was unhappy. Just when she was about to apologize, she suddenly felt herself being picked up. She screamed and saw that she was being hugged by Shen Hao. He was picked up and thrown onto the futon at the other end of the study room, and then he felt a chill...
In the end, the stupid slave was rewarded and slept with his master, but he slept a little late and was quite tired. In the end, 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 myself with a quilt.
However, Shen Hao did not fall asleep after exercising for a while, and gave the futon to Xia Nu. He sat cross-legged on the floor, 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 to him after stealing the Sword Emperor's Tomb this time 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 as a result, Shen Hao's original plan had to be adjusted again, because after this night's practice, he found that it was no longer realistic for him to continue to stay at the sixth level of the God Gathering Realm. According to the new speed of improvement, he would be in mid-July. It is possible to reach the limit state of the sixth level and must begin to break through.
Wouldn't this be too fast?
Shen Hao was a little worried. Because he slowly discovered that the word "genius" was being used on his head by more and more people.
Can't you just let him keep a low profile? It's really hard for him.
