Who Dares Mock My Son?

Li Hao was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the other party would not get angry or reprimand him.

The other person's face looked dignified and heroic, with thick eyebrows that exuded an imposing aura. However, at this moment, his gentle expression offset the accumulated power between his brows, giving him a warm and gentle feeling, like Spring Breeze caressing the willows.

"What is this drawing? Let me see."

Li Tianzong walked over and saw the figure Li Hao was sketching on the Drawing Board. He could vaguely make out that it was a woman.

Li Hao's Painting Dao had not yet reached the advanced stage, and his current work was neither quite accurate nor accurate. Li Tianzong asked curiously, "Who is this painting?"

"Mother."

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

He blushed slightly; his painting skills were still too poor to even be considered a portrait, and it was impossible to tell the difference.

If he were to draw wanted criminals, even if the criminals came to remove the posters, no one would recognize them...

Li Tianzong was taken aback by Li Hao's words, then laughed and said, "The drawing is quite good, but your mother is much more beautiful than you can draw now. You still need to practice more."

Li Hao was increasingly surprised. Judging from the other party's words, they did not intend to stop him from doing this "Heretical Ways" thing.

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

Li Tianzong rubbed his little head and said, "When your Painting Skill are good, draw one for me too, and include all your Older Brother, and Hongzhuang as well."

As he spoke, he glanced at Li Hongzhuang, who was sitting next to him eating pastries.

Xiao Li Hongzhuang: "?"

She looked at the two of them with her bright, watery eyes, wondering what they were talking and laughing about.

Li Hao felt the warmth of the large, rough hand rubbing his head, and he was slightly taken aback. Although this was the Mo River and the "father" in front of him was his grandfather who had long since passed away, for some reason, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Like a long-unhealed laceration, it closed up at this moment.

He paused for a moment, then nodded seriously:

"I will hone my Painting Skill!"

Li Tianzong smiled and said, "Once you finish painting it, I'll treasure it carefully. My son not only has a talent for Martial Dao Heavenly Talent, but also outstanding talent, haha!"

He chuckled a few times, then said, "But don't forget to learn to read. After your Bone Measurement at age five, you'll start reciting the Cultivation Method every day, understand?"

At this point, his expression became slightly more serious.

"Um!"

Li Hao nodded and smiled, revealing his teeth.

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

"Come on, I'll take you to get something delicious to eat."

Li Tianzong picked up Li Hao, then put his other arm around Li Hongzhuang, carrying them in his arms on either side, and walked out of the side room.

Upon arriving in the courtyard, Chen Hefang saw Li Tianzong carrying Li Hao and Li Hongzhuang, and quickly went to greet them, gently Anger Dao:

"Look at you, how old are they? You're still carrying them. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

Who dares to laugh at my son?

Li Tianzong raised an eyebrow, displaying a certain imposing manner, before laughing again and saying, "The situation outside Dragon City is not good. I rarely get to be at home, so naturally I want to spend more time with the children."

You should also be careful when you're out there.

When Chen Hefang heard him mention Dragon City, her smiling face immediately turned worried.

Li Tianzong shook his head and smiled, saying, "These are all minor matters, I'll handle them. Let's not talk about these things anymore. We shouldn't discuss state affairs at home. Come on, let's get some good food. Let's go to the Martial Arts Arena and see how the eldest brother and the others are doing in their training. If anyone isn't doing well, we'll send them to some Famous Mountain outside."

Chen Hefang couldn't help but smile. Knowing his temperament, she didn't try to persuade him any further and instructed the maid to go to the Kitchen to find some pastries.

Li Hao's eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at them. Although the warmth he felt at that moment was precious, watching his "Older Brother" train at the Martial Arts Arena was of little significance to him.

The time that passes while he is conscious will be returned to his body in equal measure when he leaves the Mo River, so he chose to speed up the process.

As the couple led Li Hao and Li Hongzhuang to the Martial Arts Arena in soft voices, Li Hao closed his eyes and accelerated his training while they watched the other "Older Brother" practice.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Hao continued to Refinement the Demon King's Strange Blood every day. In his spare time, he went to paint and accumulate experience in the Painting Dao.

As he sketched each stroke, Li Hao's mind gradually calmed down, and he seemed to relax, concentrating intently on his painting in the side room.

As each sheet of paper was peeled away, the depicted figures became clearer and more beautiful, gentle and graceful like jade.

Until his Painting Dao improved to level 2, Li Hao's brushstrokes became divine, his brush control greatly improved, and his depictions became more precise. He was able to draw portraits clearly and lifelike.

Li Hao meticulously portrayed Chen Hefang, Li Tianzong, Xiao Li Hongzhuang, and others, and his experience in Painting Dao fluctuated as he depicted different people.

Xuan paper was scattered all over the floor inside the room.

Li Hao stopped when he heard Uncle Zhao calling him to dinner as darkness fell in the courtyard, and then immediately chose to speed up and skip ahead.

The surrounding scenery changed, and several days later, I had another free time.

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

After thinking it over, Li Hao decided that drawing was the most important thing to do first.

Each time he closes his eyes and speeds up the jump, it takes at least three or four days, which is difficult to control. If he speeds up even slightly, it takes half a month.

While Li Hao was painting, Xiao Li Hongzhuang pushed open the door, peeked in, and handed Li Hao a snack.

Li Hao wasn't annoyed at being interrupted while painting. He smiled, took the food with his mouth, and asked while eating, "Hongzhuang, where are my paintings?"

"Father took them all."

"They took it?"

Li Hao's heart tightened slightly.

Xiao Li Hongzhuang held a wooden toy horse in her hand, pushing it on the ground as she recalled, saying:

"When Father was eating, he told Mother to have Uncle Zhao pack them all up so that when you Separate Family the future, you can put them in your Courtyard and let your wife see your talent from when you were a child."

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

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Li Hao with a puzzled expression. "Tenth Brother, what does 'Separate Family' mean? What's a wife? Is she delicious?"

The little girl looked puzzled, but she saw that the "Tenth Brother" was sitting in front of the Drawing Board, like Sculpture, without saying a word or responding.

Time seemed to speed up each time, and Li Hao would try to jump to a free moment each time he traveled through time, then go to the side room to paint.

He had no memory of what happened during that time, only occasionally managing to glean information from Xiao Li Hongzhuang.

Seven consecutive jumps, several months had Past in the Mo River, but in Li Hao's eyes, it felt like he had been sitting and drawing for seven days straight.

The scattered Xuan paper around him disappeared each time he moved through the area.

The drawing papers that he had scattered on the ground were found placed on a cabinet next to the main hall when it was time for dinner.

The place used to display many precious divine Divine Weapon, ceramics, and jade bestowed by the Imperial Family, but now most of them have been removed and replaced with thick stacks of Xuan paper paintings.

"My son's Painting Skill are getting better and better. I heard from his teacher that his literacy is also progressing rapidly; he learns to read after just one lesson, haha!"

At the dinner table, Li Tianzong laughed heartily.

Li Hao remained silent.

This was the first time he had a meal with this "father" and "mother" since arriving at the Mo River.

This time he didn't skip it; he held his rice bowl and ate silently.

"Tenth Child, I heard you drew a picture for each of us, why wasn't mine?"

At the dinner table, a child stood up and said, "It is none other than Little Li Tiangang."

The fact that Li Hao could draw had already spread far and wide. His older Older Brother had all seen Li Hao's paintings and found their own sketches in them, all of which were amazing. But little Li Tiangang searched and searched, but he couldn't find his own.

Li Hao glanced at him. Although he was only eight or nine years old, the boy's features already bore a resemblance to those in his memory.

Li Hao didn't say anything and continued to eat his rice.

"Tenth Child, why aren't you answering me?"

Little Li Tiangang cried out anxiously.

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

He stood in the Courtyard, his body being wiped by a maid, indicating that he had just absorbed the Strange Blood.

The schoolteacher came over and led Li Hao to learn to read.

After the Blood Fusion was finished each day, it was time for reading lessons. Only after reading lessons were finished did Li Hao have free time.

Li Hao stopped skipping around and obediently followed along to learn. This time, he participated personally, and he knew almost everything the old teacher taught. So, while listening to the lecture, he picked up a pen and started writing poems in his notebook.

[Poetry and Literature Experience +53]

[Poetry and Literature Experience +46]

As I wrote more and more poems, my experience in Poetry and Literature also improved.

The old teacher was teaching for a while when he saw Li Hao diligently taking notes. He nodded in admiration, then leaned closer for a look and was immediately stunned.

The words on it weren't the characters he taught, but rather several poems.

The old man quickly grabbed Li Hao's textbook and began to examine it closely. The more he looked, the wider his eyes widened, until finally he stared at Li Hao in disbelief:

"You wrote all of this?"

Li Hao nodded.

This won't expose anything; it can only be considered a display of one's poetic talent.

He would only reveal his true identity and create a sense of incongruity with the current situation when discussing things like Liang Prefecture and the Demon King Candlelight God, which he would have no way of having access to under his current status.

"This, this..."

The old man was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.

This is truly a prodigy of our time, possessing the qualities of a great Confucian scholar!

He's only just learned to read, yet he can already write poetry. Even if he were placed in the Aristocratic Clan of great scholars, that would be enough to astound the entire family!

Not to mention being born into the Military Family, to possess such poetic talent is truly rare!

Moreover, he knew that Li Hao's Heavenly Talent for cultivation was also extremely terrifying, and it had long been known throughout the Divine General Residence. He was the most outstanding genius in the Li Family for thousands of years!

A man of both literary and martial talents!

"I must tell the master this news!"

The old man said excitedly, "If my father knew you had such talent and intelligence, he would be overjoyed!"

Li Hao's eyes flickered slightly as he thought of that "grandfather," and a strange sense of anticipation welled up within him.

Since ancient times, being able to recite poems as soon as one learns to read is considered a child prodigy. Some great scholars could even compose a children's poem by pointing at chickens and ducks after only two or three years of learning to read.

However, this was due to the influence of the elders in the great Confucian Aristocratic Clan on their daily conversations, which made their daily exchanges eloquent. Of course, some people were born with such talent and were called the reincarnation of the Star of Literature.

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

He was completely absorbed in the painting, and when he thought of it displayed on the cabinet in the main hall, his gaze became serious and focused, and he became fully engrossed in it.

Painting...

Li Hao's brushstrokes flowed freely, carefully appreciating each stroke.

He was completely absorbed in it, his thoughts consumed by the painting.

"When you've improved your Painting Skill, draw one for me too, and include all your Older Brother, and Hongzhuang..."

"Once you finish drawing it, I'll treasure it carefully. My son, besides his Heavenly Talent in Martial Dao, also has outstanding talent, haha..."

As Li Hao's brush moved, his mind was completely focused on the painting; he seemed to hear nothing and perceive nothing else.

Only the figure in the painting remained, gradually becoming clearer: a burly, towering, and mighty general!

His face was dignified, yet his eyes were gentle; his posture was upright, and he was extraordinary in the world.

As the final stroke was drawn, a text prompt appeared before Li Hao's eyes.

But Li Hao ignored it completely.

He sat quietly for a long time before regaining his composure. Then he remembered what the prompt had just given him and brought up the Panel to take a look.

[You have grasped the Painting Heart]

[State of Mind: Painting Heart]

Li Hao was stunned for a moment. At this moment, his Painting Dao experience had not yet reached the third level of saturation, yet he had already comprehended the Painting Heart ahead of time.

He paused for a moment, gently blew on the drawing paper in front of him to dry, and then carefully placed it aside, no longer carelessly tossing it on the ground.

Then he took out a piece of white paper and continued drawing.

One painting after another.

My Painting Dao skills are constantly improving.

Once you reach Third Dan, quietly upgrade to Fourth Dan, increasing your Art Skill Point by one.

Li Hao looked at the Art Skill Point he had accumulated. Apart from the first level of Sword Dao he had already used, he had 4 points left, three from Painting Dao and two from Poetry and Literature.

There are still activities like Chess, Sculpting, and Angling that I haven't tried yet.

Li Hao thought of the Listening Rain Pavilion; it was time to go and take a look.

Thinking of the Listening Rain Pavilion, Li Hao thought of Second Master, wondering what he looked like when he was young.

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