"Sister, when will you wake up?"

After sending Jiang Yuan away, Jiang Ding flew in the sky alone for a long time, and sighed.

He naturally wouldn't think that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl could see through the cycle of life and death, and then smile freely without any knots.

It's just that studying too hard, wanting to escape, and putting a layer of reasonable reasons on yourself.

This is normal.

After years of studying, with only one hour of rest a day, many people's willpower collapses, it is unbearable, and it is human nature to escape.

But it's not in line with cultivating immortals!

No is nothing, and I can only watch my life come to an end.

"There's nothing you can do."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

If the resources are not enough, he can provide them, but if the qualifications are not good, there will be opportunities to change in the future.

But if you don't want to learn, there's no way.

"Take her to a nursing home and be a community volunteer?"

"Or a hospital, a funeral home, see life and death?"

"Battlefield ......"

Jiang Ding had many thoughts in his heart, but he was not very optimistic about the result.

So many Jindan Zhenren and Yuanying Zhenjun have unsuccessful children, don't they know these methods?

But that's how it turned out.

"Try your best."

Jiang Ding shook his head and enrolled her in a course to improve the relaxation of the Dao Heart, where there were professional teachers who could do psychological counseling.

Regardless of the outcome,

In the case of not violating the laws of Xianmen, he will provide the best conditions for his relatives.

……

The train starts and stops.

Dozens of minutes later, Jiang Ding returned to his familiar hometown.

"The first sixteen years of my life......

Jiang Ding's eyes were stunned, he didn't fly, he walked along the streets one by one, every street corner, every brick and stone could make him stop for a long time.

Before I knew it, I walked to the front of the house.

With some apprehension in his heart, he took out the key he had always carried with him and gently opened the door.

Neat.

This was Jiang Ding's first impression when he saw his home.

Desolate.

This is the second firm impression that is deeply imprinted in the heart.

After a long silence, he walked into the house and wiped his hands with dust by the window.

The divine consciousness unfolded, and he looked at the place where he had lived for a long time.

Except for the sofa, dining table, bedroom, and toilet, all the places were covered with a thin layer of dust, and no one walked through it for a long time.

Compared to eight years ago, it's completely different.

"Mom, how have you spent all these years?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were complicated.

It was the first time I left my hometown and lived alone, and so did my mother, the first time in so many years, I was with her even when I was the hardest and hardest.

I also have cultivation as a companion.

When my sister leaves, she has nothing.

Boom!

The sound of a pocket falling to the ground.

Lin Wanqiu appeared at the door at some point, staring blankly at the young man by the window.

"Mom, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled.

Call~

Lin Wanqiu ran over like a gust of wind and hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to tighten him in her arms.

"Why don't you tell me when you come back?"

After a long time, Lin Wanqiu let go of her hand, wiped the tears in her eyes, and scolded with a smile.

"I want to surprise you."

Jiang Ding smiled, touched Lin Wanqiu's face, looked at her hair again, and sighed: "It's only been eight years, and my mother looks a little older." ”

"It's only been eight years!"

Eight years, many immortal cultivators have cultivated kung fu at one time.

"Who is like you, it hasn't changed at all in eight years, like a goblin."

Lin Wanqiu rolled her eyes: "A mediocre and ordinary mortal like Lao Niang, eight years is already a long time, okay, it's enough to get married, have children, and take the baby to kindergarten." ”

"Mom is extraordinary."

Jiang Ding smiled, as if the sound of a sword was flashing.

"Xianmen Sword Dao Tianjiao, the future god cultivator, Jiang Ding Tianjun's mother, how can she be an ordinary and mediocre person?"

Lin Wanqiu sneered, amused by him.

"It's a set of words, and Jiang Ding Tianjun is still there!"

After his emotions eased up, he remembered the meat and vegetables he had just bought at the door, and hurriedly picked them up and complained: "Surprise fart, I have bought less meat and vegetables, and I have to go to the supermarket again, how long will I stay this time?" ”

"Half a year."

"Half-year ?!!"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head, surprise flashed, and then she picked up Jiang Ding's ears: "You say it again?" ”

"It's really half a year, I haven't been dropped out of school, no one will drop out of school, and my cultivation will not be delayed."

Jiang Ding explained simply.

This is true, you can return to the second-order top-grade spiritual vein at any time, and it is impossible to delay your cultivation.

It is to absorb and learn new immortal knowledge, and in terms of turning it into a foundation, without the help of teachers, the efficiency will be greatly reduced, and the original plan was to stay for only two months.

However, after seeing the extra gray hair on Lin Wanqiu's head and the wrinkles on his face, Jiang Ding changed his plan.

"It's normal for the monastic department to be a semester every five years, and it's normal to take a half-year vacation, don't confuse it with an ordinary department, Mom."

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's fine."

Thanks to the good impression established before, Lin Wanqiu believed it, and the smile on her face instantly looked better than a flower, and she lowered her ears.

"I don't have to buy food, I have a small amount of food."

Jiang Ding's consciousness moved.

The meat and vegetables in Lin Wanqiu's hands came out of his hands and spontaneously flew into the kitchen, the kitchen knife was unsheathed, and the meat was cut on the cutting board, and the green onion and ginger were also cut and sliced.

There were also seven or eight small tornadoes, like vacuum cleaners, sucking up the dust on the floor and on the table little by little, and various changes quickly took place in the home.

"Didn't see your sword, is this divine sense?"

Lin Wanqiu was surprised.

"Surprised? Mom. ”

Jiang Ding said casually: "It will take so long for the future Divine Transformation Cultivator to switch to cultivation, and it is strange that he has mana and divine sense." ”

"Well, got it, Monk Avatar."

Lin Wanqiu looked like a child.

Ten minutes later, steaming celery fried shredded pork and cold cucumber were served on the table, and even the rice was heated and matured in a few minutes with electromagnetic mana.

Distribute dishes and chopsticks, pour water.

Jiang Ding told some of the things he had encountered over the years and the people he had met, and listened carefully to Lin Wanqiu's experience.

She has been good at the inscription technology of the half-magic instrument over the years, and has become the workshop team leader, and her salary has increased a lot.

Although these things have been said many times on the phone before.

"Mom, how did you do in your culture class in high school?"

Jiang Ding symbolically ate some food, then put down his chopsticks and asked.

"It's okay, you can score four or five hundred points, which is about the same as the first semester of your third year of high school...... It's just that the martial arts qualifications are worse, and then I didn't learn it, what's wrong? ”

"Nothing, curious."

After the meal, Jiang Ding's mind moved, the pots and pans were automatically cleaned, and the house was cleaned.

The two watched TV together.

When he was in the middle of the middle school, Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, and instinctively fell into a state of cultivation.

"You......"

Lin Wanqiu smiled to herself, and didn't go downstairs for a walk after dinner like usual, holding up her cheeks, and quietly looking at this self-proclaimed future heavenly monarch who always looked sixteen years old.

(End of chapter)