Chapter 637: The Pen Is Raised with Thunder and Lightning, and the Pen Is Put Down with Silence.

The old blind man's ears moved slightly, listening to the wind and rain. He tilted his head slightly and laughed loudly: "Chen Xun, do you want to pick up the pen?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then there is no need to shrink back. You can use the pen and ink. If it is turbid, then use Lingze as a pen, the world as paper, and the spirit will jump out of the world."

"..."

Chen Xun stared at the old man in a daze, and subconsciously took a deep breath, "Okay."

He picked up a piece of paper wet by the drizzle on the table. He picked up the paintbrush and gently stroked the tip of the pen, feeling the flow of the air of the world.

Chen Xun raised his head, and the raindrops fell on his face, moisturizing his skin. He had never thought of painting in the rain, or using magic power to push away the raindrops around.

At this time, his whole body was gradually soaked, and he did not activate any magic power. At this time, the sound of wind and thunder spread everywhere, and the streets and alleys became empty.

The scenery in front of him became blurred, and Chen Xun's consciousness seemed to transcend the limits 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 rain colliding with the earth.

Rumble~~

As a flash of lightning broke through the sky, he gently waved his hand, and lines of ink flowed out from the tip of the pen, and raindrops fell into the drawing paper one after another, like dots of ink, blending into the painting.

As his pen touched the drawing paper, the whole world seemed to tremble, and the drizzle became his pen and ink, falling on the drawing paper one after another, as crystal clear as glass.

Chen Xun felt the moisture of the rain, he seemed to be able to feel the veins of heaven and earth, the subtle connection and flow between all things, as if he could hear the sound of each drop of rain colliding with the drawing paper.

Rainwater overflowed from the drawing paper, forming a flowing river, and mountains and clouds appeared on the paper.

Chen Xun's brush and ink seemed to have vitality, they flowed and merged without restriction, creating a wonderful and magnificent scene.

The rain formed faint water marks on the drawing paper, like rivers and lakes on the earth. Chen Xun did not hesitate to use his brush to integrate these water marks into the picture, as if the water of heaven and earth was flowing on the drawing 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 rushing and surging rivers.

As the rain poured, the picture gradually became fuller, and the breath of life flowed in it.

Chen Xun kept adjusting his posture and brushwork, as if he was talking to the world and dancing with the road.

His eyes revealed incomparable concentration and dedication, as if there were only him and the drawing paper in the world.

As the wind and rain blended, Chen Xun's brushwork became more profound, and each stroke had a unique power and artistic conception, with infinite mystery flowing between the brushwork.

The rain kept soaking his hair and robes, but Chen Xun remained indifferent, with only a gleam in his eyes.

He was deeply shocked by what he had done. It turned out that this world was his canvas, every drop of rain was his paint, and all living things were his polishers.

So this is what the old gentleman meant. The more you see, the more you imprison the world in your heart. It is better to leave it to this world, let it go, and let the painting be natural.

And Chen Xun was also short of this point. He could only use his fairy pupils to outline a line of veins, invisible and meaningless.

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

Such a painting is completely out of the secular idea. Only immortal cultivators can do it with magic tools and great magic power, but it is still far from it.

If there is such a painting in the world, I am afraid it deserves the title of immortal tool!

Chen Xun continued to wield his brush, and as the tip of his brush danced, the world seemed to be turned upside down, and lines of mountains and rivers appeared in it, and the scenery on the drawing paper came to life 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 felt refreshed and were no longer confined to a piece of drawing paper.

"Chen Xun, what is the world in your mind? What is the scene in your painting?"

"Old sir, the world in my mind is an acre of fertile land, a thatched house, and a family. The paintings I make are the scenes of the evolution of Lingze, but I have already entered the door."

"So that's it. The world in my mind is boundless."

"Huh?!" Chen Xun paused with his brush, raised his head heavily, and said word by word, "Old sir, what is boundless."

"Starting from the brush, extending to the endless distance, encompassing everything, without end, without any restrictions, wherever the heart desires, it will extend to there."

"Old sir is really free and easy, but I can't do that with my mentality."

"Haha, tell me."

"All things in the world will eventually End, the heart's desire will also have its own end. "

"Hmm..."

The old blind man nodded slightly, his empty eyes were full of rain. At this time, the rain was too heavy to paint anymore. He coughed twice, "It's a pity that I can't see the paintings you made."

"It has returned to the wind and rain. The current situation and scene of the old gentleman are all painted by me."

"...Haha, cough cough..."

The old blind man wanted to laugh, but the rain filled his throat and choked him. He put his hands on the table, "In this case, then I have seen it. This painting is very good."

"Haha, old gentleman, I have never been modest in painting. Now that you have seen the paintings I made, you are only three points behind me. "

"Lifting the brush makes the wind and thunder fall, and the strokes fall silently, allowing the painting to finally return to the heaven and earth. It is worthy of being an immortal, and it is beyond the comparison of ordinary people. Chen Xun, I am really three points behind you."

The old blind man spoke openly and didn't care about these things at all. He never painted to compare or argue with anyone. It meant nothing to him.

But people are always different. For example, Chen Xun is different from the old blind man. He laughed in the rain and handed over his hands: "Old sir, I accept the concession."

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

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

Chen Xun looked at the messy desk from the corner of his eye, "I'm afraid I'll have to buy pens, 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 has picked up the walking stick next to him, but his body is a little cold and his face is starting to turn pale. "After the rain stops, I will go to the market outside the alley to buy some. They are all cheap. goods."

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

"What the old gentleman said is different. You have such a strong body and bones. You are only seventy years old. According to my opinion, you still have at least fifty years. You still have great years to look forward to. How can I say the rest of your life?"

"I'd like to lend you some good advice, Chen Xun, let's go."

"good."

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

After the old blind man was sent back, Chen Xun used a spell to dry his clothes. The effect was just like those talismans and tools, but the old blind man couldn't afford those things.

The old blind man also sat in the room and smiled lightly. He looked blankly and didn't know where to look. Sitting alone on a wooden chair, he sighed sadly: "Immortal, Chen Xun... is such a mysterious name."

He held his walking stick and kept silent. Listening to the sound of wind, thunder and rain, he began to use his walking stick to paint on the ground without being disturbed by external objects.