Chapter 637: The writing is as loud as the wind and thunder, and the writing is silent

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

"Yes, sir."

"Then there is no need to be afraid, the pen and ink can be drawn by oneself. If it is muddy, then use Lingze as the pen, heaven and earth as the paper, and the spirit and spirit will jump out of the world."

"..."

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

He picked up a piece of paper on the desk that was wet by the drizzle. He picked up the brush and gently stroked the tip of the brush, feeling the flow of the air of heaven and earth.

Chen Xun raised his head, and raindrops fell on his face, moisturizing his skin. He had never thought about painting in the rain, or he would use his magic power to push away the surrounding raindrops.

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

The scenery in front of him became blurry, and Chen Xun's consciousness seemed to transcend 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 and listened quietly, feeling the pulse of the earth, hearing the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, and feeling the rhythm of each raindrop colliding with the earth.

Rumble~~

As a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, he waved his hand gently, and lines of ink flowed out from the tip of the pen. Raindrops fell into the painting paper one after another, and merged into the painting like dots of ink.

As his pen touched the drawing paper, the whole world seemed to begin 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 moistness of the rain. He seemed to be able to feel the veins of heaven and earth, the subtle connections and flows between all things, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of every raindrop colliding with the painting paper.

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

Chen Xun's brushwork seems to have vitality. They flow and merge without restriction, creating wonderful and magnificent scenes.

Rainwater leaves traces of light water on the painting paper, like rivers and lakes on the earth. Chen Xun uses his brush without hesitation to incorporate these water traces 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 rushing rivers.

As the rain pours, the picture gradually becomes fuller, and the breath of life flows in it.

Chen Xun constantly adjusts his posture and brushwork, as if he is talking to heaven and earth and dancing with the avenue.

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

As the wind and rain blend together, Chen Xun's pen and ink become more and more profound. Each stroke has unique power and artistic conception, and endless mystery flows between the pen and ink.

The rain kept soaking his hair and robes, but Chen Xun remained indifferent. He just had a twinkle in his eye.

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

It turns out that this is what the old gentleman said. The more you see, the more you see. It is a prison for 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.

But Chen Xun was also lacking in this point. He could only draw out the veins with his fairy eyes, which was invisible and unintentional.

The painting should be a world, a world that can continue to evolve like the real world.

This kind of painting is completely divorced from worldly ideas. Only immortal cultivators can achieve it by using magic weapons and great magic power, but it is still far from it.

If such a painting really existed, it would probably be worthy of being called an immortal artifact!

Chen Xun continued to wave the pen and ink. As the pen tip danced, the world seemed to be turned upside down. The mountains and rivers of heaven and earth appeared in it, and the scenery on the painting paper appeared vividly on the paper...

The rain became more turbulent, and the pieces of drawing paper were shattered in the wind and rain. However, even though the old blind man and Chen Xun were soaked, they both felt happy and no longer limited to a piece of drawing paper.

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

"Old sir, in my heart there is an acre of fertile land, a thatched house, and a family. The painting I made is a scene of the evolution of Lingze, but I have just started."

"I see, the world in my heart has no boundaries."

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

"Start with the brush and extend to endless distances, encompassing all things. There is no end and no restrictions. It extends wherever the heart desires."

"The old gentleman is really free and easy, but my mentality is not that good."

"Haha, you can tell me."

"Everything in the world will eventually come to an end, and the destination of your heart will also have its own end."

"Um..."

The old blind man nodded his head slightly, and his empty eyes were full of rain. The rain was too heavy at this time and he could no longer paint. He coughed twice, "It's a pity that I can't see the painting you made."

"Having returned to the wind and rain, the old gentleman's current situation and scene are all painted by me."

"...Haha, cough..."

The old blind man was about to laugh out loud, but his throat was choked by the rainwater. He put his hands on the table and said, "In that case, I have seen it. This painting is very good."

"Haha, old gentleman, I will never be humble in the art of painting. Now that you have seen the paintings I made, you are only three points behind me."

"Lifting the brush stirs the wind and thunder, and the stroke of the brush is silent, allowing the painting to finally return to the world. It is worthy of being an immortal, and it is beyond the reach 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 hand-over gesture: "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.