Proud Sword Emperor

Chapter 910 Life and Death
Ji Yue's mother and son thanked each other thousands of times and left with the paintbrush.

Xu Chen looked at the backs of the two with great interest. He knew what a paintbrush like this represented in the mortal world. It represented a reversal of fate. What changes will happen.

Anyway, 3000 years of finding the way have passed, which is no worse than the short hundred years of ordinary people, not to mention that this is not a kind of alternative understanding.

Since then, Xu Chen has observed the movement of the mother and child who got the magic paintbrush every day, but recently it has been very dull.

Ji Yue just asked the child to practice hard with ordinary brushes. This practice lasted for a year, and there was nothing special about it.

During this period, Xu Chen also settled down with them as a store owner in the Fanchen Inn, and as time went by, he also integrated into this street, either playing chess with the old Li Tou on the opposite side, or Aunt Wang in the inn next door is fighting for customers, but she is at ease.

And maybe because of the reason of painting before, Xu Chen spends more days painting alone.

What he painted was a person with a sweet smile and a beautiful face, and a woman named Ye Suyan. He drew one piece every day, practice made perfect, and the paintings became more and more lifelike and touching, as if Ye Suyan would really come out of the painting Same.

Every time he writes, Xu Chen will stay quietly for a quarter of an hour, silently looking at the people in the painting, then silently put away the scroll, walk out of the store and continue to live ordinary lives with the people on the street.

It's just that no one knows that in a corner of his shop, a thick pile of drawing paper has been piled up after a year. If you open it, you will find 360 five paintings, all of which are the same person.

outside the store.

Xu Chen was standing at the door, silently watching the door of a shop next door close. It was a tailor shop run by an old man. The old man died yesterday.

The backstreet, which was already a little lonely, seemed even more empty because there was one person missing. All the shopkeepers on the street stood at the door, silent, conveying a faint sense of sadness.

Xu Chen knew the state of mind of these people, as they joked before, everyone was waiting in line to die, today Lao Wang died, tomorrow it might be Lao Li, no one can escape.

After the doors of the shops were closed and the mourners had left, people from all the shops went to pay their respects in front of the tailor shop.

The mother and son, who had lived in his inn for a year, also went downstairs to pay their respects. The people on this street usually take good care of them, there is no reason for their indifference.

Xu Chen also went to stand for a while, but he didn't pay homage, but just shot a little golden light onto the store door.

"It's been close to one year, and it's fate that you and I met. When you leave, I will sprinkle some blessings on your descendants. It can also be regarded as the good fruit you have accumulated for your descendants after you met me."

Xu Chen went back to the store and closed the doors. All the stores were closed on this day, which was a special kind of silent mourning.

Just one day later, the atmosphere in the back streets returned to normal.

The next day, Lao Li deliberately moved out the table where he gambled before, and raised his voice: "Who bet on Lao Wang to die first, come here, come here, bet right, bring the money, and eat meat again this month."

"Restart the game again, I bet that I will be the next to die, hahaha, cough cough cough." The withered old Li laughed and coughed loudly.

Everyone laughs at him, but they don't forget to serve tea and pat him on the back.

"It's true that your body is dying, but I don't want to bet on you. I also want to bet on myself dying first. In order not to let me lose, I will let you live. Come on, come on. This is what I have been hiding for half my life. My panacea, cure your cough quickly."

Likes to scold others every day, the fierce old Zhao took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.

After stuffing the porcelain vase into Lao Li's hands, he turned around and went back to the store. No matter how Lao Li shouted behind him, he didn't turn around. He just shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he was old and couldn't hear.

"This is Old Zhao's ear."

Lao Li shook his head lightly and stopped shouting. He stuffed the pill into his sleeve and said nothing. He didn't take it.

Xu Chen watched all this calmly, then turned to look at the child upstairs who was working hard at painting.

house.

The child painted with tears in his eyes, and said while painting: "Mother, Grandpa Wang loves me very much. I don't want him to die. You can teach me what to paint to bring him back to life."

Ji Yue touched Qiuqiu's head pityingly: "Silly boy, you can't come back from death."

"But I have a paintbrush." ​​The child said.

Ji Yue shook her head: "It's destiny, even if you have a paintbrush, you can't bring your grandpa Wang back to life."

"That, that..."

The child clenched his fists tightly, raised his head and said, "Then I won't let other grandpas die."

"..." Ji Yue was silent at first, and after a while a smile appeared on her face and said, "Maybe you can really help them live longer."

"really?"

The child was pleasantly surprised, and smiled through tears: "Then mother, teach me quickly, what should I draw so that grandpa and the others can live a long and long life."

"What exactly is this painting... Mother doesn't know." Ji Yue suddenly frowned and shook her head after thinking about it.

"Then I'll ask Uncle Xu." The child turned over and ran out of the store.

Ji Yue stretched out her hand behind and did not stop her. Xu Chen might have a way with such a paintbrush.

Watching the child go out, Xu Chen withdrew his spiritual thoughts and sat down in front of the counter.

"Uncle Xu."

Soon the child ran over, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and said earnestly, "Uncle Xu, I want to learn painting that can make grandpa and the others immortal. Can you teach me?"

"Live forever."

Xu Chen smiled and shook his head: "Your heart is good, but you are too greedy."

"Why?" The child dissatisfied: "Isn't it great to live forever?"

"That's good, but it's something that a very strong person can only cultivate after many years of hard work. If you want to let people get it just by painting, God will not agree."

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes and said, at the same time, he thought to himself, if I become detached, all this may come true, but it is impossible now.

"Then what should I do, I don't want grandpa and the others to die again." The child's expression became gloomy again.

Xu Chen smiled: "It's hard to live forever, but it's okay to let them live a few more years."

"Live a few more years...that's okay." The child nodded and said, "Uncle taught me."

"Teach you how to do it." Xu Chen nodded, and then said in a deep voice, "But there is one condition I want to make clear to you."

"Uncle, tell me."

"Well." Xu Chen looked at the child and said, "If you want a person to live a few more years, then you have to lose a few years of your lifespan accordingly. If you want everyone here to live a few years, then you Immediately afterward, the skin will become wrinkled, white beard and hair will become a little old man, would you like to?"

"Change, become a little old man?"

The child's voice trembled immediately.

"Yes, would you like to?"

Xu Chen nodded and asked again.

(End of this chapter)