Chapter 641 Have a Good Journey Have a Good Journey...

However, there were some minor incidents. He accepted a young disciple named Nie Yu to teach him medical skills and worshipped the master.

This person was different from Chen Xun's casual advice to Zhou Guangyi. His medical skills were very cautious. No matter whether it was medical ethics or character, there must be no mistakes. He must be strictly disciplined.

Nie Yu was beaten by Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu every day. He always went home crying. But now Chen Xun's prestige in the alley is so strong that the miracle doctor lives in seclusion!

The old blind man was not surprised. After all, Chen Xun was a cultivator. His life level was different from that of ordinary people, and his state of mind was even more transcendent. He was definitely not an ordinary cultivator.

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Twenty years passed like a white horse. The reincarnation of time did not let go of the residents of Shuangshu Lane. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang and other familiar old people left one after another.

The atmosphere of sadness enveloped the entire alley, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sadness and parting.

Shuangshu Lane has become dim and quiet, and the old houses on both sides of the street look dilapidated and dilapidated under the ravages of time.

The window frames on the windows are incomplete, and the paint on the walls is peeling, as if reflecting the mood of the residents, which has lost its former glory and vitality.

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

Every old neighbor who passed away took away a piece of warmth and story, leaving only memories and endless longing.

The sky was filled with gray clouds, and the sun seemed to have lost its former glory, leaving only a dim light to illuminate Shuangshu Lane.

The two trees on the roadside are no longer lush, but dry and shriveled, with fallen leaves, as if the earth is mourning the loss of life, and the wind whispers, telling the ruthlessness of time.

Chen Xun is now over 70 years old, with white hair and long beard. He is highly respected and has a say in the town. All major events in the alley must be consulted with his opinion first.

He and Da Hei Niu are back to their old business. The alley is full of suona sounds. As the souls of the old people slowly drift away, coffins are transported out of the alley and out of the town.

Nangong Heling felt a cramp in the center of the courtyard and felt that it was difficult to breathe. Xiao Chi was still accompanying her, with a distressed look on her face. Sister He has not smiled in the past few years.

Her breathing became a little faster. Although Aunt Wang was a bit nagging, she never gossiped. When she saw them, she always called them Brother Chen Xun and Sister He Ling...

"Fourth brother, Aunt Wang... is gone too? It's only been a few decades. I've been in the Taoist temple for two thousand years..."

Nangong He Ling's eyes were empty, as if dead, "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 perform rituals. They said they both passed away peacefully and died of old age. It's okay."

"The lifespan is only a hundred years... Can you also call it a natural death? Too fast, too fast."

Nangong He Ling's hair fluttered, just like her emotions were chaotic and uncontrollable. She kept murmuring, "They are all very good people, fourth brother, they are very good people... Aunt Wang is very good to us."

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

However, her voice was low and trembling, as if carrying too much sorrow and attachment.

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

Xiao Chi sighed secretly. In fact, it liked to steal the chickens of the Zhang family the most. Uncle Zhang was also a warm-hearted person. He never got angry and came to Brother Xun, and even found work for him.

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

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

Nangong Heling didn't even dare to look at them for the last time. She could only use her spiritual consciousness to silently pay attention to them, watching their life source slowly dissipate in this world.

The next day.

The sun set, and the sky was stained with a light gray, like a silent painting.

The old blind man has not been selling paintings outside the alleys in recent years. He just sits alone in his ancestral home to paint. His face is old and his hair has fallen out, leaving only a few messy strands. His hand holding the brush is trembling.

A figure who is old but still strong gradually appears outside the door. Although he has white hair, he is energetic. It is Chen Xun.

"..Yes, Chen Xun."

"Sir, it's me."

"Hehe...you're here."

The old blind man smiled warmly, and his ears could no longer sense the changes in anything around him. "I actually have another painting that has not been completed. I hope time can pass slower."

Chen Xun looked calm and looked at the world under the old blind man's pen: "Sir's paintings have amazed the years. No matter when you stop writing, it is a boundless world."

The old blind man was still painting slowly, and did not stop his brush because of Chen Xun's arrival: "For so many years, thank you Chen family for taking care of us, Chen Xun, Ximen Dahei Niu, Nangong Heling, Beiming Hongshi..."

"Hehe, it's really a wonderful fate in life."

"The old sir is also for us." Chen Xun bowed and smiled, "Now that I have just completed my painting, I have to thank the old sir 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 with his old hand. "Hei Niu likes farming, He Ling seems to like planting flowers, Xiao Chi seems to like playing with children, and Chen Xun... likes wandering?"

"Hehe..."

"Ha, ha, ha."

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

There were many people in the alley, and it was very lively. Their world was very small, so small that there was only the sky above the alley. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all in it.

The old blind man trembled all over, and Chen Xun gently supported his body and remained silent.

"Chen Xun... I have been painting this picture for many years. Perhaps there is no boundlessness at all. There is only this piece of heaven and earth in my heart."

"That's enough."

"But I still can't paint all of this life, and I can't paint all of this small piece of heaven and earth. I am a little tired."

The old blind man was still struggling to pick up the brush, but it was getting slower and slower...

He coughed slowly and murmured, "Chen Xun."

"Sir, I'm here."

"This painting is for your family. Only you can fill the blanks..."

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

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

He looked deep, silent for a long time, and then smiled warmly, "Old sir, have a good journey, have a good journey."