At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

The old blind man stopped painting, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were very empty looking forward.

"Listen to the voice, about 20 years old, the confidence in the mouth does not seem to come out of thin air, but there is a sense of vicissitudes in the words, and the gap between the age of language and the age of the heart is too large. In such a situation, I am afraid that only a cultivator ,"

The old blind man's voice was hoarse, hoarse and deep, as if the friction of years and the erosion of wind and frost had left deep marks in his voice.

He squeezed every word out of his throat, like gravel rubbing hoarsely.

This hoarse voice brings a deep and unique feeling, which makes people contemplate and listen.

Chen Xun raised his brows, still as if he was meeting his opponent, as if he was facing a big enemy.

He didn't open his mouth to respond, and this old blind man was definitely not a cultivator, but an ordinary mortal.

The brush in the old blind man's hand was still on the painting, even in the face of the cultivator, his brows were still indifferent: "It's better for me to draw a picture for the young master, the young master already has an image in my heart."

"Old sir, please." Chen Xun looked very calm, and his eyes were also very curious. He was just holding the health-preserving teacup in one hand and did not put it away.

The old blind man continued to pick up the brush, but did not take out new drawing paper, but embellished the original picture. With just a few strokes, a town and an alley gradually appeared under this landscape painting...

Chen Xun couldn't help being shocked, and his mind couldn't help being attracted by it. Two figures gradually appeared outside the alley in the painting, and a silhouette gradually appeared, which was Chen Xun's shadow.

This person's eyes are full of indifference, expressionless, but he is slightly raising his head, as if looking up at this world, or as if he is out of this world and only in the painting, overlooking everything, lonely and peaceful.

What terrifies him the most is that the person in this portrait is actually holding a teacup, which looks like a health-preserving teacup. This person's insight has long been meticulous, a master among masters!

But Chen Xun frowned slightly, it didn't look like him, the outline of the figure was mostly blank, only the eyes were the most expressive, but this was not him.

"Young master, let's see."

"Old man, have you ever been able to see this mountain and river with both eyes?"

"Never seen."

"...sharp."

Chen Xun took a deep breath. Ordinary people don't have spiritual consciousness. "Then how did you draw it? I'll tell you the truth, old man. I'm also good at painting. There is a picture of snowy mountains and rivers. I want you to appreciate it."

"Walk with your feet, touch with your hands, and describe with your heart."

The old blind man responded calmly, even in the face of immortal cultivators, he was neither humble nor overbearing, "Young Master, let me tell you about the appreciation, the old man can't see it, so don't be offended if you refute Yajie."

"Old sir, I only know that people can't imagine what they have never seen before, especially paintings. You have painted them so vividly that they are clearer than the memories I have seen."

"Hehe, the earth, mountains and rivers all have veins. The old man once traveled the world. It is better to draw veins than to draw shapes and pictures. You don't need to use your eyes to see."

The old blind man looked forward with empty eyes and put down his paintbrush. "Whether it is human beings or everything, there is a context. If you outline it little by little, the form and meaning will form on their own, and you don't need to imagine it out of thin air."

Chen Xun opened his eyes slightly, and gradually looked up from the painting, with a look of horror on his face, and even a feeling of scalp numbness, his heart was already overwhelmed.

The context of heaven and earth... This kind of perception was only discovered after he broke through the Void Refining Stage and opened the Five Elements Immortal Eyes, and even had to rely on the power of the Five Elements to completely outline a painting.

The old blind man tilted his head slightly, and his ears moved slightly: "Look at the young master's expression, but the portrait of the old man is wrong?"

"...Yes."

"That's not right. A picture is born from the heart, just like mountains and rivers, which change from moment to moment. What is done in the painting can only be preserved for a while, and cannot be passed on forever."

"Old sir, what do you mean by that?"

"If a painting can change with the passage of time, just like the veins of mountains, rivers and great rivers, it can evolve autonomously. This old man believes that a painting can be completed."

"how can that be..."

"Hehe, I can't see this world, I just want to paint all the time, use my own life to evolve with poor painting skills, fill the void in my heart, and take a new look at this world."

"Old man, your eyes may be healed."

"Young master, no need. Immortals have immortal ways, ordinary people have mortal ways, and the old man also has a way in his heart. If you return to your ancestral land after wandering for half your life, you will achieve the way."

"Congratulations, sir."

"Ha ha."

"I'm going to buy you a drink right now."

"Thank you sir."

The old blind man lowered his empty eyes, and started to draw again, vigorously, Chen Xun had gone away, his eyes were pensive, and he was muttering something in his mouth.

At this time, some neighbors passing by were shaking their heads slightly.

The scenes of the paintings under Chen Xun's eyes slowly collapsed from the perspective of these neighbors. The originally undulating hills became without layers, leaving only messy lines, like a ghostly drawing, difficult to recognize.

The scene of rippling water has also lost its vitality, like a pool of stagnant water, no longer has vivid ripples and flowing dynamics.

The flowers and birds in it are so strange and different that they can't even be seen as living beings.

Even the veins of the leaves and the texture of the petals seem to be the ink he spilled inadvertently, chaotic, very messy, lacking order and beauty.

As the breeze blew by, the mountains and rivers that should have been tall and straight and majestic appeared illusory and ethereal. They lost their original majesty and magnificence and became pale and powerless.

It seems that the paintings seen by the neighbors are completely different from those seen by Chen Xun, and the real world is also completely different from the world imagined in the old blind man's mind. His paintings have never been sold.

That's why there is a meal, a pot of wine, and a painting, which can be taken by oneself, and naturally no squires come to ask for the so-called famous paintings.

He's just an old blind man who can't see, nothing special about him.

This is because the neighbors were afraid that the old blind man would starve to death, so they gave him some food by buying paintings. After all, how could a blind man know how to paint? !

If the paintings were really good, the reputation would have spread all over the world, and there would already be a lot of people outside the alley. Naturally, there would not be so many paintings piled up on the painting platform, so they could only be given to some children from time to time.

After all, in the children's world, such ghost symbols are more in line with their aesthetics, and they can even take them home for free and scribble on them.

The children in the alley love the old blind man very much, and they all say that he draws well!

The neighbors also discussed a few words: "It seems that there are no people who bought paintings today. I don't know how many broken spirit stones have been spent on these pens, inks and rice papers. What a pity."

"He has no children, let's take care of him if we can."

"Hey, that's right. Isn't it nonsense for a blind man to sell paintings? Fortunately, he doesn't accept broken spirit stones. If he accepts money, he will be regarded as an old liar by others."

"Let's go, let's go, it's not like we haven't persuaded you before, we are very stubborn."

……

A group of neighbors casually said a few words, and hurried into the alley. Such a painting can't even be called a painting, it's not much better than a child's ghost drawing.

They looked at the piled up paintings, they were a bit big-headed, and the old blind man still looked tireless, as if he had gone mad, and no one could persuade him.