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

The old blind man moved his ears slightly, listening to the wind and the rain. He tilted his head slightly and said with a loud smile, "Chen Xun, do you want to pick up a pen?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you don't have to shrink back. You can take your own brush and ink. If it's muddy, then use the spirit as your brush, and the world as your paper, so that you can jump out of the world with energy and spirit."

"..."

Chen Xun stared blankly at the old gentleman, and subconsciously took a deep breath, "Okay."

He picked up a piece of paper that was wet from the drizzle on the desk. He picked up the paintbrush, stroked the tip of the brush lightly, and felt the flow of the atmosphere of the day and the earth.

Chen Xun raised his head, and the raindrops fell on his face, moisturizing his skin. He never thought of painting in the rain, or pushing away the surrounding raindrops with force.

At this time, his whole body was gradually soaked, and he didn't activate any magic power. At this time, the sound of wind and thunder spread all over the place, and the streets and alleys became empty.

The scenery in front of him became blurred, and Chen Xun's consciousness seemed to surpass the boundaries of reality. He felt the veins of heaven and earth, and the breath of heaven and earth flowed in his heart like a trickle.

He closed his eyes, felt quietly, felt the pulse of the earth, heard the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and felt the rhythm of each drop of raindrop colliding with the earth.

Boom~~

As a flash of lightning pierced the sky, with a light wave of his hand, ink lines flowed out from the tip of the pen, and raindrops fell into the drawing paper one after another, blending into the painting like dots of ink.

As his brush touches the drawing paper, the whole world seems to start to tremble, and the drizzle becomes his pen and ink, which are scattered on the drawing paper one after another, crystal clear like glass.

Chen Xun feels the moistness of the rain, he seems to be able to feel the veins of the heaven and the earth, the subtle connection and flow between all things, as if he can hear the sound of every raindrop colliding with the drawing paper.

Rainwater overflows from the painting paper, forming flowing rivers, and mountains and clouds appear on the paper.

Chen Xun's brush and ink seem to have vitality, they flow and merge without restriction, creating wonderful and magnificent scenes.

Faint water marks formed on the rainwater painting paper, like rivers and lakes on the earth. Chen Xun did not hesitate to use the brush to integrate these water marks into the painting, just like the water of heaven and earth flowing on the painting paper.

Chen Xun continued to use Lingze's pen to outline the vast stars in the sky, the undulating peaks of the mountains, and the turbulent rivers.

With the pouring of rainwater, the picture gradually becomes fuller, and the breath of life flows in it.

Chen Xun constantly adjusted his posture and brushwork, as if he was talking to the world and dancing with the avenue.

His eyes revealed incomparable concentration and devotion, as if only he and the drawing paper were left in the world.

With the blending of wind and rain, Chen Xun's pen and ink became more and more profound, each stroke has unique power and artistic conception, and infinite mystery flows between the pen and ink.

The rain kept drenching his hair and robe, but Chen Xun was indifferent, he just had a sparkle in his eyes.

He was shocked to the bottom of his heart by what he had done. It turns out that this world is his canvas, every drop of rainwater is his paint, and all creatures are his polishers.

It turns out that what the old gentleman said meant this. The more you see it, the more you will imprison the world in your heart. It is better to leave it to this world, let nature take its course, and draw the way on its own.

And this is what Chen Xun was short of, he could only use the fairy pupils to outline the veins, invisible and unintentional.

And the painting should be a world, a world that can evolve like the real world.

This kind of painting has completely deviated from the worldly thinking, and only immortal cultivators can do it with weapons and great mana, but it is far from it.

If there is such a painting in the world, I am afraid it can be called a fairy artifact!

Chen Xun continued to wave the pen and ink, and the world seemed to be turned upside down while the pen tip was dancing, with lines of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers appearing in it, and the scenery in the drawing paper appeared vividly on the paper...

The rain became more turbulent, and the sheets of drawing paper were broken in the wind and rain, but even though the old blind man and Chen Xun were soaked, they both felt refreshed, and they were no longer confined to a piece of drawing paper.

"Chen Xun, what is the world in your heart? What is the scene of the painting you made?"

"Old man, in my heart, there is an acre of fertile land, a thatched hut, and a family. The painting I made is the scene of the evolution of the spirit, but I have already started."

"So that's how it is, the world in my heart is boundless."

"Huh?!" Chen Xun stopped painting, raised his head heavily, and said word by word, "Old man, what is boundless?"

"Taking the paintbrush as the starting point, extending to endless distances, encompassing everything, without end, without any restrictions, wherever the heart desires, it will extend to wherever."

"The old man is really free and easy, but I still can't do that in my mentality."

"Hehe, let's talk about it."

"Everything in the world has an end, and the direction of the heart also has its own end."

"Um..."

The old blind man nodded slightly, his empty eyes were filled with rain, the rain was already too heavy to paint anymore, he coughed twice, "It's just a pity that I can't see the paintings you made."

"It has returned to the wind and rain, and the current situation and scene of the old man are all drawn by me."

"...haha, cough cough..."

The old blind man was about to laugh out loud, but the rain was choking his throat tightly. He placed his hands on the desk, "In that case, the old man has seen it. This painting is very good."

"Hehe, old man, I have never been humble in painting. Now that you have seen my paintings, you are only three points away from me."

"Raise the pen to startle the wind and thunder, and the pen falls silently, so that the painting will finally return to the heaven and the earth. It is worthy of the fairy way, and it is beyond the comparability of the old man. Chen Xun, the old man is really three points behind you."

The old blind man opened his mouth openly, he didn't care about these at all, he never painted to compare with anyone, arguing, it didn't make any sense to him.

But people are always different from people. For example, Chen Xun is different from the old blind man. He laughed and cupped his hands in the rain: "Mr., I accept it."

The old blind man also smiled slightly, and made a strange gesture of clasping his hands: "I have seen this painting, and I have remembered it."

"Then old man, let's go back first."

Out of the corner of Chen Xun's eyes, he looked at the messy desk, "I'm afraid I'll have to buy pen, ink and paper again when the weather clears."

"I still have some savings, enough to spend the rest of my life." The old blind man had already picked up the crutch beside him, but his body was a little chilly, and his complexion began to turn pale. "After the rain stopped, I will go to the market outside the alley to buy some cheap goods."

After he finished speaking, a warm feeling suddenly appeared in his body, and he even felt that the surrounding raindrops were getting smaller, and the wind and rain were no longer so cold.

"The old man's words are different. You are so healthy and healthy. You are only seventy years old. From my point of view, you still have at least fifty years to live. You still have a good time to look forward to. How can you say it is the rest of your life."

"I borrow your good words, Chen Xun, let's go."

"it is good."

Chen Xun supported the old blind man who was walking slowly, and they walked towards the alley step by step. There was a lot of water on the ground, and they would step on many puddles if they were not careful.

After the old blind man was sent back, Chen Xun helped him dry his clothes with a spell. The effect was similar to those talisman utensils, but the old blind man couldn't afford those things.

The old blind man was also sitting in the room with a faint smile, his empty eyes didn't know where to look, he sat alone on the wooden chair, and sighed: "Immortal, Chen Xun...is really a mysterious name."

Holding a cane, he kept silent. Hearing the sound of wind, thunder and heavy rain, he began to use the cane to paint on the ground without being disturbed by foreign objects.