Ji Yue's mother and son thanked them and left with a paintbrush.

Xu Chen looked at the backs of the two with great interest, he knew what such a paintbrush represented in the mortal world, which represented a reversal of fate, and he was very interested in seeing what kind of changes would happen to the lives of the mother and son after getting his brush.

Anyway, three thousand years of searching for the road have passed, no worse than the short hundred years of mortals, not to mention that this is not an alternative understanding.

Since then, Xu Chen has observed the dynamics of the mother and child who have been able to get the magic brush every day, and it has been very dull recently.

Ji Yue just asked the children to practice their painting skills with ordinary brushes, and this practice was for a year, and there was nothing special during the period.

And during this period, Xu Chen also settled down as a shopkeeper in this mortal inn, and over time he also integrated into this street, or playing chess with Lao Li Tou opposite, or competing with Wang Damiang in the inn next door for customers, but also at ease.

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

He paints a person, smiling and beautiful, a woman, named Ye Suyan, paints one every day, practice makes perfect, the painting is more and more lifelike, touching people's mood, as if Ye Suyan will really come out of the painting.

Every time he put down his pen, Xu Chen would stay quietly for a quarter of an hour, silently looking at the person in the painting, and then silently put away the scroll, and continued to live an ordinary life with the people on the street after walking out of the store.

It's just that no one knows that in a corner of his shop, after a year's time, a thick pile of drawing paper has been piled up, and if you open it, you will find 365 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 opened by an old man, and the old man died yesterday.

The backstreet, which was already a little lonely, seemed a little empty because there was one less person, and all the people in the shops on the street were standing at the door, silent, faintly conveying sadness.

Xu Chen knew the state of mind of these people, just like their previous jokes, everyone was waiting in line to die, today Lao Wang died, tomorrow it may be Lao Li, no one can escape.

When the doors of the shop were closed and the mourners were gone, the people of each shop went to the front of the tailor's shop to pay their respects.

The mother and son, who had lived in his inn for a year, also came downstairs to worship, and the people on this street also took good care of them on weekdays, and there was no reason to be indifferent.

Xu Chen also went to stand for a while, but he didn't bow, just popped up a little golden light and came to the door of the store.

"Adjacent to a year, it is also fate for you and me to meet, I will sprinkle some blessings on your descendants when you leave, and it is also regarded as the good fruit accumulated for your descendants after you meet me. ”

Xu Chen returned to the store and closed the door, and all the stores were closed on this day, which was a special kind of silence.

Just one day later, the atmosphere in the backstreets was back to normal.

The next day, Lao Li deliberately moved out of the table where he had gambled before, and said loudly: "Who bet on Lao Wang to die first, come on, come on, bet right, take the money, and there will be meat to eat this month." ”

"In addition, reopen the gambling game, I bet that the next one to die is myself, hahaha, cough cough. The withered old Li laughed and coughed.

Everyone laughed at him, but he didn't forget to bring tea to the table and pat him on the back.

"Your body is indeed not good, but I don't bet on you, I also want to bet on my own death, so in order not to let me lose, let you live, come on, this is the elixir that I have hidden for half my life, quickly cure your cough." ”

I like to scold others every day, and Lao Zhao, who looks fierce, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms.

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

"This old Zhao's ears. ”

Lao Li shook his head lightly and stopped shouting, stuffed the pill into his sleeve and disappeared, and did not take it.

Xu Chen looked at all this calmly, and then looked back at the children who were working hard upstairs.

in the house.

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

Ji Yue touched Qiuqiu's head with pity: "Silly child, people can't be resurrected after death." ”

"But I have a paintbrush. The kid said.

Ji Yue shook his head: "This is the destiny of heaven, even if you have a paintbrush, you can't bring your grandfather back to life." ”

"That, that......"

The child clenched his fists, looked up and said, "Then I don't want the other grandfathers to 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 for a while longer." ”

"Really?"

The child was surprised, and burst into laughter: "Then mother, teach me quickly, what do I have to draw so that grandpa and them can live for a long time." ”

"What exactly is this drawing...... My mother didn't know. Ji Yue suddenly frowned, thought about it, and shook her head.

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

Ji Yue stretched out her hand behind and didn't stop it, Xu Chen can have such a brush, maybe there really is a way.

Watching the child go out, Xu Chen withdrew his thoughts and sat down at the counter.

"Uncle Xu. ”

Soon the child ran over, holding a paintbrush in his hand and said seriously: "Uncle Xu, I want to learn paintings that can make grandpa and them immortal, can you teach me?"

"Immortality. ”

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

"Why?" the child complained, "Isn't it good to live forever." ”

"That's good, but it's something that can only be cultivated by a very powerful person who has been cultivating for many years, and if you want to get it just by painting, God won't agree to it. ”

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes and said, at the same time, he secretly thought, if I detached, all this might be realized, but now it is impossible.

"Then what should I do, I don't want Grandpa to die again. The child's expression darkened again.

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

"Live a few more years...... That's okay too. The child paused and nodded, "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, you say. ”

"Hmm. Xu Chen looked at the child and said: "If you want a person to live for a few more years, then you have to reduce your lifespan for a few years, if you want all the people here to live for a few years, then you may immediately have wrinkled skin, grow a white beard, and white hair, and become a little old man, are you willing?"

"Change, become a little old man?"

The child's voice immediately trembled.

"Yes, would you like to. ”

Xu Chen nodded and asked again.