Chapter 629 Outlining the World and the Old Blind Man Selling Paintings

"Houselady, please pack all these things. They are some daily necessities. I like them very much and will use them in the future.

"Miss..."

The woman exclaimed in shock, her breathing quickened, and she said in a trembling voice, "The total of the things here must be at least two thousand low-grade spiritual stones..."

One hundred low-grade spiritual stones could be enough to live on for a family of three for a month in the mortal world, and could even feed a monster beast.

"Not bad." Xiaohe smiled and nodded, "Boss lady, let's calculate the price."

Oh my God!

With this temperament, the young lady from a wealthy family came to Qiongyang Town incognito. The woman's face turned red. She didn't expect that this shocking adventure would happen to their family!

The boss also stopped talking to Chen Xun, turned his head and stared in disbelief.

They've only been setting up the stall for half a day, so you're giving them the full package? ! ! This must be a young lady traveling in a big city!

Chen Xun was also stunned, and then smiled faintly. He would naturally not interfere in anything the third sister wanted to do, let alone such a trivial matter.

The big black cow also walked towards the little crane. It had to move things!

Xiao Chi sniffed the things on the stall, and growled fiercely from time to time. Sister He definitely made a loss. Her suggestion is that it is better to go back to the garbage island to pick up some discarded materials and make it yourself!

The boss was not surprised, but looked at Chen Xun calmly: "...little brother."

"Haha, thank you boss for taking the time to clarify my doubts. We really need these things, so just buy them all."

"Where is the young master's residence? I will arrange for the spirit beast to come bring goods for you two!"

The boss stood up suddenly, changed his title, and said quite politely, "I will definitely deliver it to your house within half a day!"

"Haha, no need, we can just hold it ourselves."

Chen Xun waved his hand. He hadn't settled down yet, but he already had an idea in his mind through the conversation. He looked at the big black cow and said, "Lao Niu, Xiao Chi, load the goods!"

"Moo~~" The big black cow turned its head and muttered perfunctorily, and glanced at Chen Xun disdainfully. It was already ready!

"Woof!" Xiao Chi looked up to the sky and yelled.

Everyone immediately became busy. The boss and the proprietress were busy loading items of various sizes on them carefully, with wonder on their faces, especially the red native dog, how strong it was? !

The cargo was almost engulfing its body, but the young man said it didn't matter, just pack it up.

While they were busy, three small figures were also helping, wiping their sweat from time to time, quite excited, and whispering to each other:

"Brother...did our family make a fortune?"

"Second sister, hurry up and help us. The more you help, the more our parents will buy us delicious food in the evening."

"Second sister, my mother told me just now that we will eat monster meat tonight!"

"Really?!"

"real!"

"Then quickly, put that piece of cloth away too."

…

They trotted around with innocent and bright smiles on their faces, envious of all the vendors around them.

They all secretly said that the old Zhou family was really lucky. The town's trade fair had just started for half a day, but all the goods were taken by wealthy families. Who could compare to this kind of luck? !

Half an hour later, the sky became a little dark, and the orange-red afterglow melted into the sky, casting a warm light and shadow.

The four figures gradually moved away. The goods on their bodies had already submerged their bodies, but their steps were extremely steady. It seemed that this weight was no more light than a fallen leaf to them.

Just when the last ray of sunset was about to fade away.

The five figures also walked away in the other direction, walking on the street with expressions of sadness and joy.

The boss laughed continuously and said with great enthusiasm: "Children, tell your father and mother what you want to do in the future."

"Dad, I want to practice martial arts, become a bodyguard, and conquer the world!"

"Hahaha, that will cost a lot of spiritual stones, but daddy supports you!"

"Dad, mother, Guangdai wants to be a teacher!"

"What aspiration!"

"Hmm...I want...to be like that sister. Oh, I don't know what I want to do. Guanghan wants to eat monster meat!"

"Hahaha..."

The boss and his wife laughed heartily, and the laughter echoed in the afterglow of the sunset. The family walked on the sunset avenue, gradually drifting away.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their figures very long, as if infinite warmth extended in the dusk light. It seemed that the years had gained thickness at this time, but the short moment was infinitely stretched at this moment.

…

Half a month later.

In an alley, Chen Xun and the others bought a small courtyard. Although it was not big, it carried the tranquility of time.

Two crane trees were planted in the yard. They were bare and quite young.

The surrounding neighbors all knew that a family came here, including the eldest brother of the Chen family, the younger sister of the Chen family, a big black cow passed down from generation to generation, and a small native dog picked up on the road.

They were also very enthusiastic and sent a lot of local specialties. They congratulated the Chen family brothers and sisters on their happy move to Shuangshu Lane. The old man also wrote couplets in person, which made them very happy.

And the most coincidental thing is that Zhou's family also lived in this alley.

This made the three children extremely happy. They called Sister Nangong one after another. Xiaohe was also happy in his heart. He felt that the world was so lively and he felt like he was at home in his soul.

Today, the sun is shining brightly.

Chen Xun walked through the alley with one hand on his back and a health tea cup on the other. The people passing by all around him greeted him enthusiastically:

"Big brother of the Chen family, but you have no work to do? Let me tell you, Uncle Zhang, you are still so young, you need to learn a craft!"

"Haha... Aunt Wang, to tell you the truth, I am proficient in a hundred and eight crafts in the world, aren't you still thinking about what to do!"

"Oh...that's it." Aunt Wang was very lively, with a thoughtful look on her face, and she really believed it. "If you have no idea, come to your aunt and I will give you some advice."

"Good!"

"Oh, you are so young, why do you still pretend to be serious while drinking tea?!" Aunt Wang smiled and glanced at the health teacup, "This is not something my daughter will like."

"Aunt Wang, I still have something to do, so I won't talk more!"

"Hey, eldest brother of the Chen family, remember what I said!" Aunt Wang looked at the figure in white who quickly fled and shouted, "We have to find something serious to do."

"good!"

Chen Xun smiled, turned around and held his hands in his hands, still running backwards, "I remember, thank you Aunt Wang."

"Hey, you've learned how to behave like a person in the world." Aunt Wang smiled and shook her head, then continued walking and looked at a woman, "Madam Zhou, are you going out again?"

"Haha, buy some clothes for the child. Does Mrs. Wang need it? I'll bring it back to you." The woman smiled kindly, "At this age, he grows up too fast."

"No..."

Aunt Wang started chatting again. She seemed to be unable to stop talking, which made Chen Xun feel a little dizzy. Is there anyone in the world who can talk better than him? !

Outside the alley.

An old blind man sat aside, embellishing his pen and ink. His body was thin and wrinkles were deep on his bronze face.

The most eye-catching thing about him is that his eyes are as black as night, but they have no vision.

The strange thing is that he still seems to be able to see the subtleties of the world clearly through his perception.

The old blind man's fingers are slender and thin, but he controls the brush dexterously, and the movement is like the airflow between heaven and earth, smooth and rhythmic.

He mainly uses ink color, and the ink spreads on the paper, turning into various forms such as landscapes, flowers, birds, and figures.

Use dark and light ink to outline the undulating contours of the mountains, use dense and regular brush strokes to depict the swaying postures of flowers and leaves, and use simple and accurate lines to outline the expressions of the characters.

His paintings are full of vitality and movement. In the landscape paintings, the mountains are undulating and the water is rippling. It is as if you can hear the singing of birds in the forest and the gurgling sound of the stream.

The flowers in the flower-and-bird paintings are delicate and delicate, and the birds are lifelike, as if they can spread their wings and fly at any time.

But what is even more amazing is the old blind man's grasp of details and his ability to express himself.

He can outline the veins of a leaf and depict the texture of petals with subtle strokes, as if he can touch them.

The figure paintings are even more lifelike, with expressions and expressions all present in them. It is as if you can hear the breathing and heartbeat of the characters, making people feel as if they have entered an otherworldly realm.

The old blind man always sits quietly in the streets and alleys. He is taciturn and seems to be alienated from the world and human beings.

Although he can't see the colors in this world, he embellishes this world with his heart, adding a different color to this world.

The old blind man made a living by selling paintings and wandered alone all his life. Finally, he returned to his ancestral home on "Double Tree Lane" and prepared to spend the rest of his life here.

At this time, a figure slowly appeared in front of him. The breeze was blowing a picture scroll, and the scenery of mountains and rivers seemed to be riding out of the wind, and then fell into silence as the breeze disappeared.

The old blind man was still waving his paintbrush, unmoved. There was an ancient sign beside him: A meal, a bottle of wine, and a painting are all available for you.

There was some appreciation and a hint of fierceness in the eyes of that figure, and he spoke calmly at this moment:

"Old sir, the painting you made already has three of my skills."