Chapter 1939 Painting Seller

If you follow the convention, it should be correct.

However, the system doesn't seem like a guy who likes to follow routines.

System: "Host, you don't have the conditions to trigger the upgrade mission yet. As for the trial mission, it's just that the system thinks you are too weak, so it was added specially for you."

"..."

"too weak……"

Qi Le remained silent.

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

But if you think about it carefully, it seems right.

Because Qi Le also knew that from the system's perspective, his combat effectiveness was really not that good, and his cultivation level was even more unbearable.

Just like the power at the peak of the strong level, the system can borrow it whenever it wants.

However, if it comes to Qi Le, if he really faces a powerful peak power, he will definitely not be able to fight back at all.

"Okay, actually you are right, I am indeed too weak."

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

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

Because of these words, the system really hit the mark.

If you don't advance to the level of a strong person, you can't truly be called a strong person.

So let’s wait until the trial tasks are completed to see the effects of those New Year’s Eve dinners.

Take one step and enter the trial room.

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

"The strongman level trial is starting, please prepare yourself."

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

"The trial begins!"

A white light flashed, and the familiar darkness appeared before his eyes, and then slowly turned back to light.

Soon, the contents of this trial were displayed in front of Qi Le.

It was a runway that was neither long nor short, plain and simple, without any unnecessary decoration.

At a glance, you can see where the finish line is, a square table with a trophy placed on it.

And Qi Le is standing on the starting line now.

There was no one else around except Qi Le.

Similarly, there was no sound to indicate the start, just an empty runway and the trophy at the end.

"The trial will end when the trialist reaches the end point."

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

"Is it enough to just resist the end point? Is this trial that simple?"

Qi Le muttered to himself in disbelief.

Compared with the previous trials, which were so difficult that Qi Le's tough mentality collapsed several times.

Why does this trial feel like it was given away for free?

This can't be a dream.

"No, something is wrong. It can't be that simple."

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

This shows that the world is calm and calm, but it is just used to deceive people.

What is hidden below must be a violent storm.

It's just that there's really no way to guess what's inside these violent storms without officially entering the trial.

So, once it comes, make peace with it.

Anyway, you have entered this trial space. If you don’t complete the trial tasks, you will 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, I felt dizzy.

His consciousness fell into darkness.

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

Instead, there was 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 he was about to start painting.

"What...what is going on?"

Even Qi Le, who was accustomed to big scenes, was stunned by the sudden scene.

Painting is a craft.

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

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

"Hey, painting seller, how much does it cost to paint a painting?"

At this moment, a tall green-skinned man came over and spoke arrogantly to Qi Le.

"Selling paintings? Are you talking about me?"

Qi Le looked at the brush in his hand and had some understanding of his current identity.

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

If you don't practice hard for a few years or even more than ten years in pen and ink painting, you won't be able to achieve anything at all.

So Qi Le is very curious.

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

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

But at this moment, the sound of neither joy nor sorrow suddenly sounded in Qi Le's mind.

It confirmed Qi Le's suspicion.

"As expected, is this 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 also adds a little bit of difficulty.

That is to rely on your own skills to play the role of a painting seller.

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

"That's good. At least I won't have nightmares after I get out."

Qi Le breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Qingpi in front of him and said, "I wonder what kind of painting you want to draw?"

"What kind of painting? Just draw my portrait. Remember to make it look good."

"I want to take this painting to the matchmaker."

Qingpi held his head high and said enthusiastically.

Obviously, it is quite difficult for an idle green-skinned guy like this, commonly known as a street gangster, to find a wife.

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

"It looks better..."

Hearing this, Qi Le couldn't help but raise his head and take a serious look at Qingpi in front of him.

He has big shoulders, a round waist, an unkempt beard, and a fierce look.

This kind of painting should be more beautiful. Not to mention Qi Le, a newbie who couldn't be more new, even those painters who come here will probably feel embarrassed.

But, that’s what it says.

But what should be painted must still be painted.