The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

However, there were some minor incidents. He accepted a young disciple named Nie Yu to teach him medical skills and worshiped his ancestor.

This person is different from Chen Xun's casual advice to Zhou Guangyi. He is very cautious in his medical skills. There must be no flaw in both medical ethics and character and he must be strictly disciplined.

Nie Yu was beaten by Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu every day, and she always looked like crying when she came home. But now Chen Xun has such a powerful reputation in the alley, and the miracle doctor lives in seclusion!

The old blind man was not surprised at all. After all, Chen Xun was an immortal cultivator. His life level was different from that of ordinary people, and his state of mind was even more transcendent. He was by no means an ordinary immortal cultivator.

……

Twenty years have passed by like a fleeting moment, and the reincarnation of time has not let go of the residents of Shuangshu Lane. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang and other familiar old people have left one after another.

A sad atmosphere enveloped the entire alley, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sadness and separation.

Shuangshu Lane became dim and silent, and the old houses on both sides of the street looked dilapidated and decadent under the ravages of time.

The lattice on the windows is incomplete, and the paint on the walls is peeling off, which seems to reflect the mood of the residents and has lost its former glory and vitality.

The once lively streets and alleys have now become deserted, without the laughter of children and greetings from neighbors.

Every old neighbor who passes away takes away a piece of warmth and stories, leaving only memories and endless thoughts.

The sky was filled with gray clouds, and the sun seemed to have lost its former glory, leaving only a dim light illuminating Shuangshu Lane.

The two trees on the roadside are no longer lush and green, but withered and shrunken, with fallen leaves falling, which seems to be the earth's silent mourning for the lost life, and the wind whispers, telling the ruthlessness of the years.

Chen Xun is now over seventy years old. He has white hair and a long beard. He is highly respected and can speak a few words in the town. His opinion is always asked on major matters in the alley.

He, Da Hei Niu and the others returned to their old business. The alley was filled with the sound of suona, and as the souls of the old people slowly drifted away, coffins were transported out of the alley one by one and out of the town.

Nangong Heling felt cramps in the center of the courtyard and felt extremely difficult to breathe. Xiaochi was still with her, looking distressed. Sister He had not smiled in the past few years.

Her breathing couldn't help but become a little faster. Although Aunt Wang was a bit nagging, she never made trouble. When she saw them, they all called them brother Chen Xun and sister He Ling...

"Xidi, Aunt Wang...are you leaving too? It's only been a few decades. I've been in the Taoist temple for two thousand years..."

Nangong Heling's eyes were hollow, as if dead, "Obviously it was such a beautiful place when we came here...I, I like the mortal world very much, and I like these neighbors very much."

"Sister He..." Xiao Chi growled, not knowing what to say, "Brother Xun and Brother Niu went to perform rituals. They said they both passed away peacefully and died in peace, and everything was fine."

"The lifespan is only a hundred years...is it also called the end of life? It's too fast, too fast."

Nangong Heling's hair was fluttering, as if the emotions in her heart were turbulent and uncontrollable. She kept murmuring, "They are all very nice, Xidi, they are very nice... Aunt Wang treats us very well." All good.”

She bit her lip tightly, trying to steady her emotions.

However, her voice was low and trembling, as if it contained too much sadness and nostalgia.

She kept repeating that sentence, her heart was overwhelmed by grief, and she could not speak. She could only express her inner sadness with a choked voice.

Xiao Chi secretly sighed, he actually liked to steal the chickens from the Zhang family the most. Uncle Zhang was also a warm-hearted person, he never got angry and came to Brother Xun, and even found work for him.

Nangong Heling's bright eyes seemed to be shrouded in a shadow. She gradually fell silent and just sat quietly on the chair without crying or making a fuss.

Her emotions seemed to turn into a dark night sky, submerging her thoughts in it.

Nangong Heling didn't even dare to take one last look at them. He could only pay attention to them silently with his spiritual consciousness, watching their life sources slowly dissipate in the world.

The next day.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed a light gray, like a silent picture.

The old blind man has never gone out to sell paintings in the alleys in these years. He just sits alone in his ancestral house and paints. His face looks very old, his hair has fallen out and only a few messy strands are left, and the hand holding the pen is trembling.

An old and strong figure gradually appeared outside the door. Although he had white hair, he was energetic. It was Chen Xun.

"..Yes, Chen Xun."

"Sir, it's me."

"Haha...you're here."

A warm smile appeared on the corner of the old blind man's mouth, and his ears could no longer sense the changes in anything around him. "I actually still have an unfinished painting. I hope the years can pass slower."

Chen Xun looked calm and looked at the world described by the old blind man: "Mr.'s paintings have been amazing for many years. No matter when you stop writing, it is a boundless world."

The old blind man was still painting unhurriedly, and did not stop painting because of Chen Xun's arrival: "Thank you so much for taking care of your Chen family over the years, Chen Xun, Ximen Daheiniu, Nangong Heling, Beiminghong lion..."

"Haha, what a wonderful fate in life."

"The old man is the same to us." Chen Xun cupped his hands and smiled, "Now that I have just begun to paint, I have to thank the old man for his guidance back then."

"I'm old and can't remember anymore. I seem to only remember your names."

The old blind man shook his head, and the paintbrush trembled following the old hand, "Hei Niu likes to farm, He Ling seems to like to plant flowers, Xiao Chi seems to like to play with children, and Chen Xun... likes to wander?"

"hehe..."

"Hahaha."

Two old voices laughed at the same time in the dilapidated hut, and the world described by the old blind man also began to change. It was no longer a vast world, but only one alley.

There are many people in the alley, which is very lively. Their world is very small, so small that there is only the sky on the alley, where spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are all there.

The old blind man trembled all over, Chen Xun gently supported his body and remained silent.

"Chen Xun... I have been painting this painting for many years. Maybe there is no boundary at all. I only have this world in my heart."

"enough."

"But I still can't paint this life, this small world. I'm a little tired."

The old blind man was still struggling to pick up the pen, but it was getting slower and slower...

He coughed slowly and murmured: "Chen Xun."

"Sir, I'm here."

"This painting is given to your family. Only you can fill in the blanks..."

Before the old blind man finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped, his brush stopped in place, and the whole room suddenly became silent.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually reflected in the dim room, and the old blind man's ancestral home was filled with unprecedented light. Chen Xun was still supporting him quietly.

His eyes were deep and he was silent for a long time. Then he smiled warmly and said, "Old sir, have a good trip. Have a good trip."