If you don't become a demon, you can't live!

Jiang Hao is not a diligent person, but when he encounters something that requires diligence, he can definitely show diligence that others cannot compare with and surpass.

It's as if after he gained the ability of his right hand, in order to become proficient in manipulation, he could continue to practice until he was satisfied enough to practice.

And when he practiced carving knife skills, it was no exception, just the number of vegetables used in practicing carving knife skills, I am afraid that it would be necessary to calculate in tons.

Jiang Hao admits that his personality is a little paranoid, and even a little bit of a bull's horn, but as long as it is something he recognizes, even if he breaks his head, he will continue to hit it, and he will not stop until he smashes the wall blocking him.

This time to improve the spiritual power is naturally no exception, originally I have not found the importance of improving the spiritual power, it is my own mistakes that have caused the mental power to stagnate, but also led to the inability to open new abilities, Jiang Hao must make up for this mistake, and the way to make up for it is very simple, that is, it is not simple and crazy to make up for the mistake.

Practice words, practice words, or practice words!

In ancient times, Wang Xizhi was able to dye the pool of shabu-shabu brushes black, but Jiang Hao could rub the thick board made of steel with a brush!

Jiang Hao didn't know how many days had passed outside the road, anyway, after he went through the exercise, his requirements for food became lower and lower, and he went down to eat a meal in three or five days to replenish his energy, and then he continued to concentrate on improving his mental strength.

Sou!

Jiang Hao held the brush in his hand and gently swiped it from the steel plate, the soft wolf hair, showing a kind of arc and contact with the steel plate, but when it was swept, the brush swept off a ball of iron!

Yes, the wolf's fur is very soft and can't separate the tight steel at all, but Jiang Hao's spirit gives the wolf fur hardness, so that it has enough toughness.

If Jiang Hao wants, he can completely use a pen to sweep the steel into fine grinding, which sounds incredible, but this is exactly what Jiang Hao has been doing recently!

Rise!

Jiang Hao's spiritual power was covered on the steel plate, and the steel plate, which weighed more than thirty catties, was suspended little by little, as if it was absorbed by a magnet, and was calmly suspended horizontally in the air.

Brush!

Jiang Hao carried one hand behind his back, holding the brush in the other, his face was calm and unfazed, and the brush in his hand was writing on the steel plate one by one, looking very elegant.

Whew!

Jiang Hao paid attention to the time and found that this time the time to control the steel plate was extended to an hour, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His spiritual power has been completely substantialized, and he was originally only able to control lighter objects, but now he can control heavy objects.

Jiang Hao didn't even doubt that if his spiritual power continued to improve, a single thought would be enough to make a floor shake!

Of course, his current spiritual power is still a long way from controlling huge items, but he has the possibility of realizing it!

Jiang Hao was looking forward to the scene of spiritual power manipulating all things, he remembered a cicada saying from the Buddhist family, as soon as he thought of it, all thoughts were destroyed!

Jiang Hao felt that the continuous exercise of calligraphy in retreat had greatly boosted the spirit of the whole person, and the person had become a lot quieter, and he was no longer as manic as before.

"Almost."

Jiang Hao felt that there was no need to continue exercising, if he continued to exercise, he really suspected that he was really going crazy.

Jiang Hao glanced at himself in the mirror through the glass, the whole person was as calm as a stone, quiet without any breath, unpredictable, and the breath was also a lot more restrained.

After taking a bath, as soon as the mental power moved, the clothes on the bed automatically floated and wore on the body, the wooden comb automatically stood up the hair, and a blade, gently hanging the beard on the chin, shaved all in a moment.

If someone sees Jiang Hao's dressing up, they will definitely be frightened, thinking that this is making a science fiction movie, but this is just an ordinary way for Jiang Hao to exercise his mental power every day, and there is no fuss at all.

After getting dressed, Jiang Hao looked at himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and his spirit moved, all the chaos in the room automatically began to be sorted out, and in a few minutes, all the chaos in the room became neat, and even the dust on the ground automatically fell into the trash can.

Jiang Hao looked at his clean room with satisfaction, opened the curtains, looked at the sun born in the east, closed his eyes and absorbed the fresh air with enjoyment, and walked out of the room.

"I heard that Jiang Hao only got sick after the banquet was held, and it is said that the illness is not clear, by the way, it seems that there is something wrong with the brain, and he knows how to practice calligraphy all day long, and does not meet anyone, all the work is handed over to other people, and he stays in the room all day, and even eats by Qi Feng or Fan Yao."

"It's true that I haven't seen Jiang Hao for a long time, I didn't expect him to have a brain problem, why didn't he see a doctor to see him?"

"People with brain problems, who will admit that they are sick, I think they must be harmed by something, after all, people who are too rich will attract envy."

“……”

In the restaurant of Saijiangnan, everyone is eating breakfast, breakfast is a major event that happens in Zhongzhou City, and it is an almost daily project, and today is naturally no exception.

It's just that I don't know when Lu Dao started, and the topic of discussion at breakfast every day has become the reason for Jiang Hao's mysterious disappearance, and everyone is happy to discuss it.

"Brother Hao's brain can't really go wrong, right?" 、

The corners of Fan Yao's mouth twitched, Jiang Hao's eyes had become even more weird recently, making him look so cautious that he didn't dare to deliver food anymore.

"If Brother Hao is crazy, I'm afraid there will be no normal people in the world at all."

Qi Feng glanced at Fan Yao, who was worried, but his tone was a little weak, Jiang Hao's behavior has become more and more strange recently, it is really incredible, and he is embarrassed to ask.

"How many."

Fan Yao absentmindedly took a sip of soy milk and said vaguely.

"More than a dozen."

The corners of Qi Feng's mouth twitched, he really couldn't imagine how Jiang Hao brushed the cylinder into powder, every time he shook the powder out of the room, it was like a dream, and he wrote the steel plate thoroughly with a brush, is this still a person? If you really tell the truth to the people who are happy to discuss it, everyone will definitely think that something is wrong with their brains.

"Hello everyone."

Jiang Hao clearly heard all kinds of discussions, he didn't care at all, just do what he likes to do, why care about what others think?

As for all kinds of sick rumors, as long as you stand healthy in front of everyone, the rumors will naturally be self-defeating, so why waste saliva to explain?

"Brother Hao."

Everyone who was talking looked at Jiang Hao, who was walking elegantly and entering the restaurant unhurriedly, their eyes lit up all of a sudden, and they looked at Jiang Hao with a strange expression.

"What? I don't know each other, but I still think that I escaped from a mental hospital, don't worry, I won't use a knife to cut people. Jiang Hao smiled teasingly.

"Brother Hao, you're really joking."

Everyone saw that Jiang Hao spoke clearly, thought well, and even joked, how could someone with a brain problem joke with everyone?

"Brother Hao, what are you doing, why haven't I seen you all this time, we miss you very much." Some gossipy people couldn't help but ask.

"I attended the banquet and realized that my penmanship was not good, so I hid in the room to practice calligraphy, and instantly learned some medical knowledge, so that after the university started, it would be much easier to learn."

Jiang Hao explained with a smile.

"Brother Hao, you are really a person with perseverance, and I have time to ask you a little experience in practicing calligraphy, so that I can communicate."

Some of the bosses laughed flatteringly.

"Ahem......."

Fan Yao and Qi Feng coughed violently at the same time, their faces turned red, they glanced at the boss who wanted to ask for advice, and smiled bitterly, Jiang Hao's ability to practice brushes is not something that anyone can learn, no, as long as it is a person, I am afraid it is impossible to learn!

"Boss Jiang, my favorite thing is to practice calligraphy, can I ask you for advice, I have a brush here, please put it."

An old man with a snow-white beard looked at Jiang Hao with a longing expression, and took out a pen from the table next to him.

Jingle bells!

Jiang Hao was just about to speak, when the phone in his pocket rang, Jiang Hao glanced at it and found that it was Link calling, which made him feel very strange.

"Jiang Hao, if you have time to come to me, I need your help with something here." Link said in a hurried tone on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone directly after speaking.

What's wrong?

Jiang Hao frowned suspiciously, Link usually doesn't have anything to do and rarely calls him, unless there is any major case, he will be asked to go out of the mountain to cooperate with the investigation, Jiang Hao agreed to all of Link's requests, because Link solved the case to give the victim a fairness.

Could it be that there is another major case?

Jiang Hao put the phone in his pocket suspiciously.

"Boss Jiang, how is it, will you accompany me, an old man, to brush it?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

"Brother Hao, just show me your brushwork, we have seen the work you left in the Great China Alliance, it is magnificent, you can't postpone it."

"Brother Hao, Ge Lao loves calligraphy as much as his life, if you don't meet his requirements, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat this meal today, so you can communicate."

“……”

Everyone, you smiled and instigated Jiang Hao.

"Okay."

Jiang Hao now wants to vomit when he hears writing, he really writes too much, but Ge Lao is also a member of the Great China Alliance, so it is not good to save the other party's face, and besides, it won't take long to write a word, and I believe that Link doesn't care about delaying for a while.

Seeing that Jiang Hao was about to show his penmanship, many people who were eating watched on, their eyes widened, and they looked at Jiang Hao who picked up the brush and walked to an open space with an expectant face.

Brush!

Jiang Hao held a large pen, took a deep breath, his spiritual power covered the tip of the pen, the brush swiped lightly on the ground, and then put away the pen and handed it to the old man, without waiting for everyone to come to his senses, he walked out of the restaurant directly, he needed to see what difficulties Link had encountered and needed his own help.

"That's it?"

Everyone was happy when they looked at the words left on the ground, they thought that Jiang Hao would be able to leave a few big words, but they didn't expect to talk about it at the end of a stroke, it's too perfunctory, right?

"Awesome."

The elder of the pavilion stared at the word on the ground in a daze, his eyes were burning, as if a poor man had seen a mountain of gold, and muttered to himself: "Into the wood, there are actually people in the world of the world whose penmanship can really reach the realm of this legend, which is really admirable." ”

"What's so great about this?"

Everyone was even more suspicious in their hearts, staring at the word on the ground that had not volatilized and disappeared, how could they feel that it was too ordinary, and there was no brilliance in the slightest.

"Touch that word."

Ge Lao said to everyone with a wry smile.

"I'll touch it."

A middle-aged man squatted down and stroked the font, his face turned pale, and muttered to himself: "How is it possible, the font has penetrated deep into the floor, and this floor is a hard diamond rock ......." ”

"What?"

In an instant, everyone was boiling, scrambling to stroke the font, and for a while, the whole restaurant remembered the boiling noise, and everyone was deeply shocked!