Chương 115: Chapter 115 more than just painting

The pheasant was tied to another tree more than 30 meters away from Xia Pingan's treehouse. It was surrounded by grass, and nothing could block Xia Pingan's vision.

The pheasant cried out and paced around uneasily on the grass. It even flapped its wings, wanting to fly away.

After the old hunter and his son left, the mountain forest was noisy and quiet at the same time. Xia Pingan sat cross-legged in the treehouse with his eyes closed, waiting patiently. He really treated himself as a real person and was determined to practice his painting skills to the extreme.

Back then, li guizhen's efforts, sacrifices, and determination to draw the Tiger were truly amazing.

Tigers couldn't climb trees, but there were too many poisonous insects and beasts that could. Leopards could, poisonous snakes could, and poisonous insects could. In such an environment, staying in the forest to look at Tigers was equivalent to disregarding life and death.