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

However, there were some small episodes in it. A young disciple named Nie Yu was accepted to teach medical skills, and he even worshiped the ancestor.

This person is different from Chen Xun's random advice to Zhou Guangyi. He is very cautious in his medical skills. There must be no mistakes in medical ethics or temperament, and he must be strictly disciplined.

Nie Yu is beaten by Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu every day, and he always looks like weeping when he comes home, but now Chen Xun has such a strong prestige in the alley, and the genius doctor lives in seclusion!

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

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20 years have passed like a passing time, and the reincarnation of time has not let go of the residents of Shuangshu Lane. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang and some familiar old people have left one after another.

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

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

The window lattices on the windows are incomplete, and the paint on the walls is peeling off, which seems to reflect the state of mind of the residents, and has lost its former brilliance and vitality.

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

Every old neighbor who passed away took 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 to illuminate the Double Tree Lane.

The double trees on the side of the road are no longer lush and green, but withered and shriveled, 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, with white hair and a long beard, he is highly respected and can speak a few words in the town, and he must be asked for his opinion on major matters in the alley.

He and Da Hei Niu went back to their old business, the alley was full of suona sounds, and as the souls of the old people slowly drifted away, one by one coffins traveled from the alley and were transported out of the town.

Nangong Heling felt colic in the center of the courtyard, and felt extremely difficult to breathe. Xiao Chi was still with her, with a distressed expression on his face. Sister He hadn't smiled in the past few years.

She couldn't help breathing a little more quickly. Although Aunt Wang was a little nagging, she never told stories. When she saw them, they were all brothers Chen Xun and sister He Ling...

"Fourth brother, Aunt Wang...has she left too? Well, it's only been a few decades. I've been in the Taoist monastery for 2000 years..."

Nangong Heling's eyes were empty, as if dead still, "Obviously it was so beautiful 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 do something, and they said that they all passed away peacefully, died of old age, and are 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 chaotic and uncontrollable, she kept muttering in her mouth, "They are all very good, fourth brother, they are very good...Aunt Wang treats us all very well. very good."

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

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

She kept repeating that sentence, her heart was overwhelmed by grief, unable to speak, she could only express her inner sadness with a choked voice.

Xiao Chi secretly sighed, in fact, it likes to steal the chickens from the Zhang family the most, and that Uncle Zhang is also a warm-hearted person, who never gets angry to find Brother Xun, and even finds him a job.

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

Her emotions seemed to turn into a dark night sky, drowning her mind in it.

Nangong Heling didn't even dare to look at them for the last time, and could only silently pay attention to them with his spiritual sense, watching their source of life slowly dissipate in this world.

The next day.

As the sun sets, the sky is stained with a light gray, like a silent picture scroll.

The old blind man never went to the alley to sell paintings these years. He just sat alone in the ancestral house and painted.

A healthy and healthy figure gradually appeared outside the door. Although he had white hair, he was hale and hearty. It was Chen Xun.

"..Yes, Chen Xun."

"Sir, it's me."

"Hehe...you're here."

A warm smile appeared on the corner of the old blind man's mouth, and his ears could no longer sense any changes in the surroundings. "In fact, I still have an unfinished painting. I hope that the years will pass more slowly."

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

The old blind man was still drawing unhurriedly, and did not stop painting because of Chen Xun's arrival: "For so many years, thank you, the Chen family, for taking care of me, Chen Xun, Ximen Daheiu, Nangong Heling, Beiminghong lion..."

"Hehe, what a wonderful fate in life."

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

"I'm old and can't remember clearly. 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 farming, He Ling seems to like planting flowers, Xiao Chi seems to like playing with children, Chen Xun...does he like to wander?"

"Ha ha..."

"Hahaha."

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

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

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 border at all, the old man only has this world in his heart."

"enough."

"But the old man still can't draw enough of this life, this small world, the old man is a bit tired."

The old blind man is still struggling to pick up his pen, but it's getting slower and slower...

He coughed slowly, and murmured, "Chen Xun."

"Sir, I am here."

"This painting is given to your family, and only you can fill in the blanks..."

Before the old blind man finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and his paintbrush also stopped in place, and the whole room became extremely quiet in an instant.

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

His eyes were deep and he was silent for a long time, then he said with a warm smile: "Mr., go all the way, go well."