Chapter 1264 Young Man Has Great Style

Nie Chang covered her mouth tightly with her small hands. The shock and shock in her heart were incomprehensible to outsiders. It felt like someone had given her a spell from an immortal, enlightening her spiritual wisdom and understanding the world.

Let her see a different world, a different world.

At this time, Nie Chang truly believed that this uncle had discussed with the most powerful painter in the world, and the admiration for Chen Xun in her eyes was like a torrent of river water.

"Little friend, what did you see?" Chen Xun looked gentle and peaceful.

"Uncle... saw the whole picture of Yueling Village." Nie Chang hesitated and spoke nervously, "Wanjia lights, Goudan, parents... Third uncle."

"Moo?!"

"Um?!"

"grumble?!"

…

Big Black Niu, Sikong Yan, and the little Zerg all looked shocked. Why didn't they see it? !

Or were the scenes in the paintings they saw different? !

The big black cow even ran over and gave Chen Xun a hard kiss, with an angry look on his face. You have learned a lot behind my back over the years...

With a calm expression, Chen Xun gently placed his palm on the big black cow and squeezed it hard!

"Moo..."

Boom~

The big black cow screamed in pain and ran away. It saw a few old cattle and took this opportunity to see them.

As for Chen Xun's painting skills, you can look at them anytime you want, no rush.

Alley corner.

Chen Xun didn't pay much attention to the big black cow, and just let him go and chat with his fellow tribesmen.

How could he not know that in fact, this old cow is not interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, he just likes to tinker with formations and show off his power in front of his fellow tribesmen, which is very naive.

Chen Xun was lost for a moment, then took out an exquisite five-element talisman and handed it to Nie Chang: "If you are confused, you can tell me on it and I will give you some pointers when I have free time."

"Wow..." Nie Chang was immediately attracted by this exquisite talisman, "Uncle, I like this so much~"

Chen Xun stood up slowly with soft eyes: "Then put it away, eat well, and do what you like."

Tsk~!

Nie Chang laughed out loud after hearing that she had a good meal. She looked up at Chen Xun. He was such a funny uncle, but she remembered it!

Sikong Yan was a little nervous when he heard this. He didn't expect that this senior who had an extremely advanced realm of immortality would say such simple words.

"Sikong." Chen Xun tilted his head.

"Senior." Sikong Yan looked solemn and responded with his hands raised.

"Don't bother this little friend, let's go for a walk."

"yes."

The two were about to take a step forward when Nie Chang suddenly turned around, her pigtails flying in the breeze, and she shouted in a low voice: "Uncle!"

Chen Xun turned his head, a faint glint flashed in his eyes.

"What's your name?" Nie Chang squeezed the talisman tightly, feeling her palms were sweating profusely, and said out of nowhere, "Can I come to you to learn painting when I grow up?"

Chen Xun smiled and nodded gently, but he did not tell his real name. Ordinary people could not bear it, especially young children.

Then he and Sikong Yan walked away, leaving Nie Chang alone, who stared blankly at Chen Xun's back.

She looked extremely nervous because she found that... she couldn't remember her uncle's face. It was like a smoke cage. The farther away the figure was, the more blurry her memory became.

I can only deeply remember the tall figure wearing a raincoat, carrying a fishing rod on his back, and a looming mountain ax hung on his waist.

far away.

Chen Xun said: "Sikong, if people in the village embark on the path of cultivating immortals, I will be responsible for the spiritual stones and resources before they leave the village."

"Senior!" Sikong Yan looked shocked.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter." Chen Xun waved his hands and gradually looked at the small bridge and flowing water. "Haha, it is really a treasured place with outstanding people. If you encounter any difficulties, come to me."

"Senior, that day Chong...Senior Chong." Sikong Yan's lips trembled, his mind went blank, and a heart-wrenching feeling filled the air.

Chen Xun took out a storage bag and put it in Sikong Yan's hand: "There are some spiritual stones in it, which he asked me to bring. The Celestial Insect is in retreat and breaking through, so it cannot take care of this place for the time being."

Sikong Yan took it stiffly and bowed deeply to Chen Xun: "Thank you, senior."

He seemed to know something, but he didn't reveal it, and he didn't want to expose the good intentions of this senior. He just knew it in his heart.

A hint of vicissitudes of life floated in Chen Xun's eyes: "Sikong, then we will stay soon."

He didn't want to disturb this area too much. Although the Sky Roaring Insect died, its legacy was still deeply guarded here. It seemed that 'they' didn't want this place to be disturbed too much by outsiders.

Just like the mortal world of the Qian Kingdom in the valley, the immortal cultivator still retains this trace of beauty and fantasy in his heart.

Sikong Yan came back to his senses: "Senior, you just came..."

"Haha, let's go."

Chen Xun put his hands behind his back and walked away, directly interrupting Sikong Yan's inquiry. His voice seemed to come from a distance, but also seemed to be very close, vague and uncertain. "This trip is just to find a piece of the past without disturbing the world."

His voice was soft and low, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, flowing in silence.

His voice also became gradually ethereal, as if drifting into the distance with the wind, and his figure gradually blurred in the mist, as if blending into the world, breathing with the mountains, rivers, and vegetation.

Sikong Yan no longer spoke, but solemnly bowed towards the figure in the distance, feeling an inexplicable admiration and yearning well up in his heart.

In a blink of an eye.

The big black bull that was still showing off its power in the fields was caught by Chen Xun and left!

At the entrance of Yueling Village.

Chen Xun was still cursing at Big Black Bull, who mooed at him with an unhappy look on his face, asking why he was in such a hurry to leave. He thought Chen Xun was going to have a feast here before leaving.

They were bickering.

A breeze blew slowly from the sky and earth, and two figures came from outside the village, one was a young man in his prime, and the other was an extremely old, hunched old man.

Big Black Bull's pupils suddenly opened!

Chen Xun's noisy expression suddenly became extremely calm.

The sound of their quarrel also stopped at this time.

Step...

The young man stroked the old man with one hand, and his footsteps made a slight friction sound with the ground, neither hurried nor slow.

Chen Xun patted Big Black Bull gently, and walked out of the village calmly, but Big Black Bull still looked at the old man in disbelief, his face looked like he had seen a ghost, and was extremely shocked.

They were not far apart.

Just as the two figures met, the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with white fog, and wisps of dust on the ground were clearly visible.

The old man turned his head and murmured, "Young man, you are really good-looking."

His voice was old and vicissitudes, but with a faint smile. There was no light behind him, and there was white fog in front of him. There was nothing in the direction of the murmur.

After he said this, the young man next to him looked at the old man in surprise and said nothing more.