Heavy snow is falling, and the end of the year is approaching.

Jiang Ming's wine stored in the wooden house in the mountains was almost drunk...... So he found a wooden stick, picked up the prey such as roe deer and wild boar, returned from the mountains, walked into Ping'an County, and walked home under the gaze of a group of envious eyes.

After these years of development, Ping'an County has gradually prospered, the county is full of people coming and going, very lively, everywhere is full of lights, full of festive atmosphere.

Jiang Ming was a little dazed, and remembered that when the old scar was killed, every house pasted red paper and hung lanterns......

However, the situation today is very different from the beginning.

Although the Yan Kingdom was in the midst of war, after the Great Cloud Mansion was captured by the Feiyun Army, under its jurisdiction, it was in good order, and the army would buy grain, grass and iron tools, but it would also give enough rewards, which was much stronger than the former Cangshan Army.

In addition, the Feiyun Army has always had a good reputation among the people, and during the rebellion of the Cangshan Army, Feiyun Castle was born, which saved the lives of many people, and its prestige was far and wide...... Now that the Great Cloud Mansion has returned to the Feiyun Army, many people are happy, and even took the initiative to send the Feiyun Army to eat in the nest to express their gratitude.

However, the Feiyun Army never boasted of benevolence and righteousness, and when they met someone who was not open-eyed, or a scoundrel, they killed it simply, and the newly rising families in the city were all beaten hard, and the obedient ones were cooperating and fighting, but they managed the Dayun Mansion in an orderly manner.

"In this Feiyun Army, there are a lot of talents!" Jiang Ming chuckled in his heart, the Feiyun Army now controls the land of the Three Mansions, and the stall is not small...... If there are few talents, such a situation will not be possible.

"It's like a real dragon...... Jiang Ming muttered, and then snorted a few times, not wanting Fang Lie and the others to be killed by his own milk.

"Jiang Ye is back!"

"Happy New Year for Jiang Ye, little old man will give you an early greeting in advance......"

"It's a good New Year...... The old gentleman is still in good health! ”

Along the way, many people greeted him, shouted "Jiang Ye" in awe, Jiang Ming responded appropriately, and occasionally said a word or two, which could make the person who greeted him full of red light, feeling honored, and walking with his head held high......

Time flies, things are not people, and it has been more than ten years since Jiang Ming crossed this world...... Today's Jiangda madman is less frivolous than last year, but he is still a ruthless stubble in the county.

The strength of the "third-rate peak martial artist" is also rampant in Ping'an County, and in the past few years, Jiang Ming has cleaned up a lot of scoundrels and cut off a few heads, and his prestige in the county is extremely strong.

Walking to a two-story restaurant, Jiang Ming did not go in, but stopped to probe in, and found the boss who was dozing off with his head behind the counter, Fang is loud shouted: "Ah Fei, remember to bring wine at night!" ”

Time is merciless, and it has gone through several storms and wars...... In today's tavern, there are fewer and fewer familiar faces, and Jiang Ming rarely sits in the tavern anymore, bragging and telling jokes with those drinkers, at most, every time he goes down the mountain, he takes advantage of the night in the tavern to play and drink freely with Ah Fei in the tavern.

Today's Ah Fei has faded away from his youthfulness, and his whole person has calmed down a lot, but after hearing the shouts outside, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyebrows danced again:

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"Can I forget about it? Wait a minute, Brother Ming, my alcohol consumption has increased greatly this year, so I'm sure to drink you! ”

"Don't learn from your dad to brag about it......"

Jiang Ming patted the head of a five- or six-year-old tiger boy at the door, threw him a bag of fried chestnuts he had just bought on the street, and continued to stagger forward.

On a street, the red-faced butcher who was busy selling meat, saw Jiang Ming passing by, and hurriedly took the time to raise his head and shouted: "Brother Ming, lean meat and plate oil, and a set of ...... It's all for you to send home! ”

Today's Wang Dong has completely let go of his dream of being a martial artist, but he has practiced martial arts, and he can kill pigs with the help of God, and his business is booming......

Jiang Ming nodded and walked back home slowly.

"Brother Jiang Ming is back...... Come and eat my mother's tamales. In the courtyard next door, a slim girl was practicing martial arts, and her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Ming.

"Tian An'an, how many times have I told you, you have grown up...... Call Uncle! "Jiang Ming's temples are all painful, Jiang Da madman crisscrosses Ping'an County, and he is only afraid of this one person.

"I don't care, let's talk about it, you call her sister, I call you brother!" Tian An'an crossed his hands on his waist, and Jiang Ming completely lost her temper.

Jiang Ming caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, rushing out of the next room with a rolling pin, and hurriedly returned to his house......

In the house, Zhou Wenxiu was sweeping the dust, and he didn't look back and said, "No food, let's do it yourself!" ”

Jiang Ming was speechless, as she grew older, this former Axiu girl, her temper was getting bigger and bigger......

……

Chinese New Year's Eve, night.

Zhengda under the snow is just like the Chinese New Year's Eve of the year when I first came.

Jiang Ming took Zhou Wenxiu with him, covered some hot dishes with a wooden box, stepped on the snow nest and walked to the other end of the county, and came to a secluded bluestone courtyard.

Ah Fei's family, Li Qingqing's mother and daughter were there, Tian Anan was teasing the little guy with a tiger's brain, Jiang Ming handed over the meal to the women, and then bent down through the curtain and entered the house.

As soon as he entered the house, Jiang Ming felt warm all over his body.

The fire is burning, and it is red, like a warm and bright life burning......

At the head of the bed, a thin old man sat under the covers, staring blankly at the vigorous fire, the light of which was reflected in his cloudy eyes, as if it could rekindle the hope of life for him.

"Jiang Ye, take a bite?" Jiang Ming lifted a plate of shiny wine gourds and said with a smile.

"Huh?" The old man looked up blankly, and when he saw that it was Jiang Ming, he laughed a little sluggishly: "Okay, I love to drink your wine, which is more mellow than my own brewing!" ”

"Jiang Ye praises falsely!" Jiang Ming sat cross-legged opposite Old Jiang's head, and poured a small glass of wine for each of them on the small table between the two.

Over the years, the old ginger head is also getting older and older and can't walk, Jiang Ming used the old rice wine soaked in mutated medicinal herbs to renew his life, but unfortunately, no matter how good the medicinal materials are, they can only slightly slow down the process of life disappearing, but they can't reverse it.

The old ginger took a sip of wine tremblingly, and let out a breath of comfort, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said slowly: "How about going down the mountain and harvesting this time...... How much has the old scar been peeled back? ”

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"Okay, made some money!" Jiang Ming smiled, reassuring the old ginger head.

"That's good, that's good......" Old Jiang nodded and muttered, his eyes involuntarily wandering to the firelight in the center of the room.

Tian Anan led Ah Fei's son, frolicked in and added firewood, and then ran out to play in the snow.

The light of the fire leaped, brighter and brighter, but the shadow of the corner of the bed became deeper and deeper, and it seemed that it could not melt into the light of the flame no matter what......

Jiang Ming silently drank with the old Jiang Tou, and from time to time he heard him talk about some messy things, some from a few years ago and some from decades ago......

"Perhaps, this is the life of all the elderly...... Slowly, on the verge of death, slow movements, sluggish reactions, and the recurring past...... Aging is quiet and beautiful, and dying without illness may also be a happy thing......"

Old ginger can survive many turmoil and wars, and he is much happier than many people......

Jiang Ming is immortal and immortal, he has long lost the fear of death, and now when he sees the appearance of the old Jiang Tou, he has a lot of emotion in his heart, no matter whether he is immortal or not, life will always be the most magnificent thing in this world.

Unconsciously, he seemed to feel that his martial arts realm seemed to have improved a bit......

"Martial arts is also a kind of life, which needs to be filled with various experiences, and the martial arts of blind ascetic cultivation are like a muddy life, thin and power......less."

bite

Jiang Ming clinked glasses with the old ginger head and drank all the wine in the cup.

……

In the spring of March, the willow leaves pull out new shoots, a scene of vitality and prosperity.

After all, the old ginger head failed to survive the winter and died on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of an earthen tomb, Jiang Ming spilled two glasses of old wine, left the wine gourd in front of the grave, turned around and strode away.

The breeze hunted, blowing a corner of clothes, and gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road......

"I've been collecting medicine for more than ten years, and I haven't been out of Dayun Mansion yet, so it's finally time to go out and have a look......"

Immortality itself is boring, and only by enjoying the infinite scenery in life can we add all kinds of color to this peaceful and long life......

……

A month later.

The continuous rainstorm stopped at the beginning, ushering in a sunny day.

On the muddy official road, a young man carried a large wooden box on his back and walked in the dust.

Ahead, the walls of the city came into view.

When you get closer, you can see three big characters written in the middle of the tower.

Qinglin Province.

Jiang Ming stared at those three words and smiled:

"I didn't expect that in the past few years, Miss Wang has really developed the so-called 'nameless' with my intelligence......

At that time, Jiang Ming left a letter, but he did it casually, and he didn't have much hope, after all, intelligence is only intelligence, not a knife to kill...... As an ordinary person, Miss Wang can maneuver among the major forces, and use this information to develop a force, which is really a bit of a level.

"And pushed me to be the ultimate boss of the Nameless, Nameless ......"

As soon as Jiang Ming thought of this name, he thought of the unlucky guy who was full of blood and pulled erhu, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

However, Jiang Ming did not object, this is also a kind of deterrent, if there is no master behind him, it is impossible for the power of the nameless and the famous to develop......

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In the past seven years, Nameless has also shot two or three times, and every time he makes a move, he ruthlessly kills a first-class martial artist, and even a first-class peak martial artist falls under Nameless's sword...... It has made this nameless person develop more and more hugely, and now his tentacles have already touched all parts of Yan Kingdom.

Intelligence is wealth, with the development of power, the nameless under the command of the nameless has also gathered amazing wealth, countless heavenly treasures, rare and foreign objects, martial arts, are hidden in the nameless people's various secrets.

And the list of these treasures will also be compiled by Miss Wang every year and listed for Jiang Ming to see.

And he came this time because of a secret technique in the list of treasures.

"Broken meridians, at the cost of breaking meridians, increase the speed of martial artists to several times faster in a short period of time......"

"Can't get it right...... It's another usable martial arts forbidden art! Jiang Ming whispered and walked towards the city.

In the past few years, he has seen a few martial arts forbidden techniques, and Jiang Ming has also practiced some, but most of them are a bit chicken for him, and this broken pulse meridian made Jiang Ming interested for the first time......