When Qiao Zhihe heard this, his heart trembled for some reason.
"Old Sir, is it very difficult to change one's fate against the heavens?" he asked.
The old man looked at him and said, "Is it? Changing a person's innate fate into another, allowing a person who was supposed to be dead to live again and live a better life than most people. Do you think it's difficult? "
After that, he said to himself, "Huaxia is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I used to think that I was already one of the best, but I didn't expect there to be such a master. This is simply a supernatural power."
What a ghostly divine ability!
Qiao Zhihe's body shook.
He suddenly remembered that one night many years ago, Sister Death brought him to the top of a mountain.
There, he saw the most beautiful night scene in his life.
At that time, Sister Death asked him, "If you knew that you were going to die one day, what would you think?"
How did he answer at that time? He said that he was not reconciled.
He remembered that she didn't say anything at that time.
A few days later, she told him, "You will become a very famous painter and live a peaceful and rich life."
Why didn't he think about it at that time?
If there was really nothing, why would Sister Death suddenly ask such a question and emphasize such words?
At this time, the old man opposite him asked, "Young man, do you know the master who changed your fate? Can you introduce me to such a master? I must pay him a visit … Wait, no! After doing such a thing, the Heavenly Axiom will not let him go … "
The Heavenly Axiom will not let him go.
This sentence was like a thunderbolt, ringing in Qiao Zhihe's mind.
He heard his own dry voice, "Sir, if I forcefully change my fate, that person, that person … What will happen to him?"
Qiao Zhihe thought that his face must be very ugly now, because the old man opposite him looked at him with sympathy and worry.
He said, "Changing your fate against the Heavenly Axiom will destroy all your cultivation and become disabled. In the worst case, you will be turned into ashes."
Qiao Zhihe's vision went dark.
"I have something very important to do in the Underworld. I may not come to see you for a long time."
So, the so-called important matter was actually like this?
Qiao Zhihe did not ask what would happen if the one who changed someone's fate was not a human, but a god of death.
He was afraid of hearing the consequences that he didn't want to hear.
With a dazed expression, he packed up his things and walked back.
Do not ask, do not listen.
In that case, he could treat it as if Sister Death had only received some punishment, and she had only returned to the Underworld to recuperate or do something else.
As long as he waited patiently, he would be able to wait for her.
He did not see the pitiful gaze of the old man behind him.
In his entire life, Qiao Zhihe had never met the person he was waiting for.
Just like what Sister Death had said, he lived a peaceful, prosperous, and healthy life.
His life had been smooth sailing. The only thing that puzzled people was that he had never married.
It was not strange for an artist not to be married, but what was strange was that this master of the painting world did not even have a confidante in his life.
On Qiao Zhihe's seventy-ninth birthday, he seemed to have sensed something and held an art exhibition.
This art exhibition caused a sensation in the entire painting world.
Because this was Master Qiao Zhihe's only portrait art exhibition, and the theme of the art exhibition was only one person.
Countless portraits of the god of death filled the art exhibition hall, but no one felt that it was gloomy or terrifying.
Under the painting of this master, the god of death had an exquisite and perfect face. Although the expression was cold, deep in the eyes, there was a warmth and gentleness that belonged only to him.
Even people who did not understand painting could see the feelings of the painter towards the person in the painting at a glance.
This person must be Master Qiao's lover, right?
Although they did not know why he set the image of his lover as the god of death, it did not look out of place.
Instead, it added a strange sense of beauty.
Someone wanted to buy the paintings at a high price, but they were all rejected by Qiao Zhihe.
Ever since his birthday, his body began to weaken rapidly.
He probably knew that he would not live for long, so he made up his mind to reveal his true feelings to the world before he died.
In the eighth month of the year 2393 of the Huaxia calendar, the famous painter Qiao Zhihe passed away at home.
Before he died, he made a will that all the assets and paintings under his name (except for the portraits) would be donated to welfare organizations.
As for the beautiful paintings that attracted the interest of countless people, they were cremated with his body and no longer remained in the world.
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