The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 199 Who Dares to Laugh at My Son? (Additional chapter for leader 'Ci哩Ci哩', thanks!)
Li Hao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party didn't get angry and blame him.

The other person's face looked majestic and heroic, and his thick eyebrows gave off an aura of authority without even being angry. But at this moment, his gentle look offset the accumulated authority between his brows, giving off a somewhat gentle feeling like a spring breeze blowing over willows.

"What is it? Let me see it."

Li Tianzong walked over and saw the figure drawn on Li Hao's drawing board. He could vaguely make out that it was a woman.

Li Hao's painting skills have not yet reached the level of the first level, and the painting at this moment is not quite right. Li Tianzong asked curiously: "Who is this painting of?"

"Mother."

Li Hao was referring to the "mother" of this body, Chen Hefang.

He blushed slightly, his painting skills were so poor right now that it couldn't even be considered a portrait, it was impossible to tell.

If he were asked to draw a wanted criminal, no one would be able to recognize him when he came to take down the poster...

When Li Tianzong heard what Li Hao said, he was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "The painting is very good, but your mother's painting is more beautiful than yours now. You still need to practice hard."

Li Hao was more and more surprised. From what the other party said, it seemed that he had no intention of stopping him from doing this "unorthodox" thing.

"I will try my best." Li Hao said.

Li Tianzong rubbed his little head and said, "When you are good at painting, draw a picture for me, including your brothers and Xiao Hongzhuang."

As he said this, he glanced at Li Hongzhuang who was sitting next to him eating cakes.

Xiao Li Hongzhuang: “?”

Shui Ling looked at the two of them with puzzled eyes, not knowing what they were talking about.

Li Hao's head was rubbed by his big palm, and he felt the warmth and loving feeling of that palm. He was slightly stunned. Although this was the Dead River and the "father" in front of him was his grandfather who had died long ago, he didn't know why, but he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It was like a torn wound that had not healed for a long time, and it closed at this moment.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded seriously:

"I will hone my painting skills!"

Li Tianzong smiled and said, "When you finish the painting, I will keep it as a treasure. In addition to his talent in martial arts, my son also has outstanding talents, haha!"

He laughed a few times, then said, "But don't forget to learn to read. When you are five years old and your bones are measured, you will start reading the exercises every day, understand?"

At this point, his expression became a little more serious.

"Ok!"

Li Hao nodded and smiled.

Two rows of snow-white teeth sparkle brightly on the child's cheeks.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Li Tianzong picked up Li Hao, then put his other hand around Li Hongzhuang, one on the left and one on the right, held them in his arms, and walked out of the side room.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Chen Hefang saw Li Tianzong holding Li Hao and Li Hongzhuang, and hurriedly came forward and said softly:
"Look at you, they are so old, and you are still holding them. Aren't you afraid that others will see and laugh at you?"

"Who dares to laugh at my son?"

Li Tianzong raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of authority, and then he smiled again, saying: "The situation outside Longcheng is not good. It's rare for me to be at home, so I naturally have to spend more time with the children."

"You should be more careful when you are outside."

When Chen Hefang heard him mention Longcheng, his smiling face was suddenly filled with worry.

Li Tianzong shook his head and smiled, saying, "They are all small matters. I will solve them. Let's not talk about these. Let's not talk about state affairs at home. Let's go and get some delicious food. Let's go to the martial arts arena to see how the boss and the others are practicing. If anyone can't practice well, we will send them to the famous mountains outside."

Chen Hefang couldn't help but smile. Knowing his temperament, he didn't try to persuade him any further and told the maid to go to the kitchen to get some cakes.

Li Hao's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at them. Although the warmth at the moment was precious, going to the martial arts field to watch those "brothers" train did not mean much to him.

The time that had passed while he was awake would be returned to his body in equal measure when he left the Dead River, but he still chose to speed up and skip it.

When the couple brought Li Hao and Li Hongzhuang to the martial arts field in a gentle voice, Li Hao closed his eyes and accelerated while they watched other "brothers" practice.

In a flash, several days passed.

Li Hao is still smelting the demon king's blood every day. He jumps into his free time and continues to paint to accumulate experience in painting.

As he sketched again and again, Li Hao's mind gradually calmed down. He seemed to relax inside and concentrated on painting in the side room.

As the sheets of drawing paper were peeled off, the figures depicted on them became clearer and more beautiful, as gentle as jade.

It was not until his painting skills were raised to the second level that Li Hao's brushstrokes became more magical, his ability to control the pen was greatly improved, and he could draw more accurately. He could now draw clear and lifelike portraits.

Li Hao portrayed Chen Hefang, Li Tianzong, Xiao Li Hongzhuang and others one by one, and his experience in painting fluctuated as he portrayed different people.

Rice paper was scattered all over the floor of the room.

It was not until it got dark in the courtyard and he heard Uncle Zhao calling him to have dinner that Li Hao stopped and then chose to speed up and skip.

The surrounding scene changed, and it was another free time after several days.

He was still sitting in the side room, painting, but to Li Hao's surprise, all the rice paper scattered on the ground around him disappeared.

Li Hao thought about it and decided that the most important thing was to paint first.

Every time he closed his eyes and skipped faster, it would take at least three or four days, and it would be difficult to control. If he sped up a little, it would take half a month.

While he was painting, Xiao Li Hongzhuang pushed open the door, poked her head in, and handed Li Hao a piece of dessert.

Li Hao was interrupted while painting, but he was not angry. He took the food with a smile and asked while eating, "Hongzhuang, where are my paintings?"

"They were all taken away by Daddy."

"Took it away?"

Li Hao's heart tightened slightly.

Xiao Li Hongzhuang held a wooden pony toy in her hand and pushed it on the ground while recalling:

"Dad told Mom while eating that he wanted Uncle Zhao to pack them all up and put them in your courtyard when you divide the family property in the future so that your wife can see your talent as a child."

She was only two years old, but she spoke clearly and repeated what she heard word for word.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Li Hao in confusion: "Tenth brother, what does it mean to divide the family? What is a wife? Is she delicious?"

The little girl was full of confusion, but she saw that "Tenth Brother" was sitting in front of the drawing board, like a sculpture, without saying a word or responding.

……

Time skipped by in acceleration again and again. Every time Li Hao traveled through time, he tried to jump to a free time and then went to the side room to paint.

He had no memory of what happened during the period he skipped, and only occasionally asked Xiao Li Hongzhuang about it.

After seven consecutive jumps, several months had passed in the Dead River, but in Li Hao's view, it felt like he had been sitting and drawing for seven consecutive days.

The rice paper scattered around disappeared every time he moved back and forth.

Those drawing papers that he had scattered on the ground were seen on the cabinet next to the main hall when it was time for dinner.

There used to be many precious weapons, ceramics, jades bestowed by the royal family, and other treasures, but now most of them have been removed and replaced with several thick stacks of rice paper paintings. "My son's painting skills are getting better and better. I heard from the teacher that his literacy is also improving rapidly. He can learn it after being taught once, haha!"

At the dinner table, Li Tianzong laughed heartily.

Li Hao remained silent.

This was the first time he had dinner with this "father" and "mother" since he came to Muhe.

This time he didn't skip, but held the bowl and started eating in silence.

"Old Ten, I heard you drew a picture for all of us, why is mine not included?"

At the dinner table, a child stood up and said, it was little Li Tiangang.

The fact that Li Hao could paint had long been spread, and his brothers had all seen Li Hao's paintings and were amazed to find their own sketches among them. But little Li Tiangang searched everywhere but could not find his own.

Li Hao glanced at him. Although he was only eight or nine years old, the other person's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to those in his memory.

Li Hao didn't say anything and continued to eat with his head down.

"Old Ten, why don't you answer me?"

Little Li Tiangang shouted anxiously.

Li Hao closed his eyes slightly, and the scene in front of him changed quickly, jumping to several days later.

He was standing in the courtyard, his body being wiped by a maid, and it seemed that he had just absorbed the strange blood.

The teacher came over and took Li Hao to learn how to read.

After the hemolysis is over every day, it is time to learn to read. After the learning of reading is finished, it is Li Hao’s free time.

Li Hao stopped jumping around and followed the teacher to learn obediently. But this time he participated in person. He basically knew everything the old teacher taught, so he took a pen and started writing poems in his notebook while listening to the class.

[Poetry and Calligraphy Experience +53]

[Poetry and Calligraphy Experience +46]

……

As I wrote one poem after another, my experience in poetry and calligraphy improved.

The old gentleman was halfway through teaching when he saw Li Hao busy taking notes. He nodded in praise. He leaned in to take a closer look and was stunned.

What were written on it were not the words he taught, but a few poems.

The old man quickly grabbed Li Hao's textbook and read it carefully. The more he read, the wider his eyes widened. Finally, he looked at Li Hao in disbelief:

"You wrote all this?"

Li Hao nodded.

This will not be exposed, it can only be regarded as one's own poetic talent.

Only when he talked about Liangzhou, the demon king Zhuhuo Shen and other things that he would never be able to touch with his current status, would his identity be exposed, which would be inconsistent with the current situation.

"This this……"

The old man was so shocked that his mouth was wide open.

This person is truly a genius of the time, with the bearing of a great scholar!
He has just learned to read and he can write poetry. Even if he is born in a family of great scholars, it is enough to shock the whole family!

Not to mention that he was born into a military family, it is rare for him to have such a talent for poetry!
Moreover, he knew that Li Hao's talent in cultivation was also extremely terrifying, and it had long been known throughout the God General's Mansion. He was the top genius of the Li family in thousands of years!
Both civil and military!

"I must tell the master this news!"

The old gentleman said excitedly: "If the master knew you had such talent and intelligence, he would be very happy!"

When Li Hao thought of that "grandfather", his eyes flickered slightly, and he inexplicably felt a bit of anticipation in his heart.

Since ancient times, those who could recite poems as soon as they learned to read were considered little geniuses. Some great scholars could point at chickens and ducks and compose a poem just after they learned to read for two or three years.

But that is due to the influence of the conversations of the elders in the great Confucian families, and their daily communication is full of flowery words. Of course, some people are born with such talent and are called the incarnation of Wenquxing.

At this moment, after the old gentleman ran out of the classroom excitedly, Li Hao also ran to his side room to paint as usual.

He was totally immersed in the work, and when he thought of the paintings displayed on the cabinet in the main hall, his eyes became solemn and serious, and he was completely devoted.

painting……

Li Hao's brush and ink floated, and he carefully felt the outline of each stroke.

He was completely immersed in it, and all he could think about was the painting.

"When you are good at painting, draw a picture for me, and also draw your brothers and Xiao Hongzhuang..."

"When you finish the painting, I will keep it as a treasure. In addition to his talent in martial arts, my son also has outstanding talents, haha..."

Li Hao's brush moved, and his mind was completely focused on the painting. It seemed that he could hear nothing and could not sense anything.

Only the figure in the painting remained, which gradually became clearer, and it was a burly, mighty general who stood tall and mighty!

His face is majestic, but his eyes are gentle, his posture is straight, and he is extraordinary and unparalleled.

As the last stroke was drawn, a font prompt popped up in front of Li Hao's eyes.

But Li Hao simply ignored it.

He sat quietly for a long time before he regained his composure. Then he remembered what he had just been prompted about and called up the panel to take a look.

[You have understood the heart of painting]

[State of mind: Painting heart]

Li Hao was stunned for a moment. At this moment, his painting experience had not yet reached the third level of saturation, but he had already comprehended the essence of painting in advance.

He was silent for a moment, gently blew dry the drawing paper in front of him, and then carefully put it aside without throwing it casually at his feet.

Then he took out the white paper next to him and continued painting.

One picture after another.

My painting experience is constantly improving.

When the third stage is reached, quietly upgrade to the fourth stage and increase the skill point by one point.

Li Hao looked at the artistic skill points he had accumulated so far. Apart from the first section of kendo that he had already used up, he still had 4 points, three from painting and two from poetry and calligraphy.

There are also chess, carving, fishing, etc. that I haven't tried yet.

Li Hao thought of Tingyu Tower and it was time to go there and take a look.

When thinking of Tingyu Tower, Li Hao thought of Erye and wondered what he looked like when he was young.

During dinner, Li Hao left the side room and returned to the main hall.

(End of this chapter)