When Qiao Zhihe heard his words, somehow his heart trembled.

"Old sir, what you said, is it difficult to change your fate against the will of heaven?" he asked.

The old man looked at him and said, "Is it difficult? Change a person's natural fate and replace it with another kind, so that the person who should have died will live again and live better than most people. Are you not difficult?"

After he finished speaking, he said to himself: "This China is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The old man used to think that he was one of the best, but he didn't expect that there was such an expert. This is simply a magical power like a ghost."

A magical power like a ghost!

Qiao Zhihe's body was shocked.

He suddenly remembered that one night many years ago, Sister Death took him to the top of a mountain.

There, he saw the most beautiful night view of his life.

At that time, Sister Death asked her a question: "If you had one day, you knew you were about to die, what would you think?"

How did he answer at that time? He said he was unwilling to give up.

He remembered that the other party didn't say anything at that time.

And a few days later, she told him: "You will become a very famous painter and live a peaceful and prosperous life."

Why didn't he think about it at that time?

If nothing really happens, why did Sister Death suddenly ask such a question? How could she emphasize such words?

At this time, the old man opposite asked, "Young man, do you know the master who changed his fate for you? Can you introduce me to such a master? I must go and pay a visit to you... No! If you do such a thing, the way of heaven will definitely not bypass him..."

The way of heaven will definitely not bypass her.

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which sounded in Qiao Zhihe's mind.

He heard his dry voice: "Old sir, if you forcefully change your fate against the will of heaven, what will happen if that person, that person...?"

Qiao Zhihe thought that his face must be very bad now, because the old man opposite looked at him with sympathy and worry.

He said: "To defy the will of heaven, change one's destiny, at the least, all cultivation will be abolished, and to become disabled, and at the worst, it may not necessarily be destroyed."

Qiao Zhihe's eyes turned black.

"I have something important to go back to the underworld, and I may not come to see you for a long time."

It turns out that what is called important things are like this?

Qiao Zhihe did not ask, if it was the one who changed his fate for others, but the God of Death.

He was afraid of the consequences he didn't want to hear.

He packed up his things in a daze and walked back.

Don't ask, don't listen.

In this way, he could just treat his sister as the God of Death and just received some punishment. She just went back to the underworld to recuperate or do something.

As long as I wait slowly, I can always wait for her.

He did not see the old man's pity behind him.

Qiao Zhihe never waited for the person he wanted to wait for in his life.

He lived a lifetime of peace, wealth and health as Sister Death said.

His life was going well, and the only thing that was puzzled was that he never married in his entire life.

Not getting married is not a strange thing for an artist, but what is strange is that this master in the painting world has not even had a confidante throughout his life.

On Qiao Zhihe's 79th birthday, he seemed to have some feelings in the dark, so he held an art exhibition.

This exhibition caused a sensation in the entire painting world.

Because this is the only portrait exhibition by Master Qiao Zhihe, and the theme of the exhibition is only one person.

Countless portraits of the god of death filled the entire art exhibition hall, but none of them felt gloomy and terrifying.

In the master's writing, this god of death has an exquisite and perfect face. Although he is cold, his eyes are deep in his eyes, and his warmth and soft light are unique to him.

Even people who don’t know how to draw can see the painter’s feelings towards the characters in the painting at a glance.

This person must be Master Qiao’s lover, right?

Although I don’t know why he set his lover’s image as the God of Death, it doesn’t look abrupt.

Instead, it adds a touch of strange beauty.

Someone wanted to buy the paintings in it at a high price, but all of them were rejected by Qiao Zhihe.

Since his birthday this time, his body has begun to weaken sharply.

He probably knew that he would not live long, so he made up his mind to truly reveal his feelings to the whole world when he was dying.

In August of the 2393rd year of the Chinese calendar, the famous painter Qiao Zhihe died at home.

Before his death, he made a will, donating all his property and paintings (except portraits) to welfare institutions.

As for the stunningly beautiful paintings that attracted countless people very much, they were cremated with his body and no longer retained in the world.
Chapter completed!