Sonor!

Back at home, the Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed and vibrate.

And then...... Familiar with the way into a blue light flying up and down, cleaning, taking out the garbage, cooking, stir-frying......

Everything goes.

I didn't forget my craft because I built the foundation.

From time to time, because of the lack of soy sauce, vinegar, oil and salt, chives, coriander or something, I picked up the Xianmen banknotes and broke out of the air, returned within a dozen breaths, brought things back, cleaned them again, and added them to the steaming stir-fry pot.

“…… I haven't seen this little tree for many years, but this little tree is still so virtuous. ”

Jiang Yuan saw it again and again, and he couldn't wait to invent a substitute immediately, and he only needed to live a happy life every day with clothes to reach out and eat and open his mouth.

Ten minutes later,

The steaming five dishes and one soup, and a pot of Muling wheat rice were dragged to the dining table by the Taiqing Flying Sword, and then the dishes and chopsticks were placed, and he turned into a basketball-sized blue gold tree lying quietly in the corner of the living room.

"It tastes okay."

Jiang Ding picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, nodding slightly.

I haven't cooked for so many years, and my craft has not regressed.

Because his divine consciousness has become larger and more refined, he has improved a lot, at least much better than the owner of the roadside stall.

"Let's eat."

Jiang Ding served a meal to the two.

After the family had eaten, it was customary to take a walk and greet and chat with neighbors they hadn't seen in years.

Twenty years have passed, and many people are still there, and there are many old people who have already entered reincarnation and reacquainted themselves with many new neighbors.

It feels like a sudden separation.

After eating, the family gets together to watch TV.

The content is not the previous cartoons, but some urban ethics dramas, which are more outside the aesthetic scope of Jiang Ding, just watched a few times, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a state of cultivation.

"After all these years, you really haven't changed at all."

Jiang Yuan complained, glanced at Lin Wanqiu, and continued to focus on the TV, it seemed that it was rare to have the same hobby and concentrate on it.

"Sleeping."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the long-ago biological clock reappeared, Jiang Ding opened his eyes and walked to his room.

Nothing has changed in the inside.

It is still the same as when he left home to study in Xiandu twenty years ago, and even the position of the computer and mouse has not changed, and the charger data cable on the bedside table is still there.

"Twenty Years ......"

Jiang Ding's eyes were in a trance.

It seems that these twenty years are just a dream, he is still a high school student in Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, working hard for the college entrance examination, his mother works in Rongcheng Iron and Steel Factory, and his sister has just entered junior high school.

I have never left my hometown.

After a long time, I woke up, sat on the bed, untied my clothes and took off my shoes, pulled up the quilt, and closed my eyes.

I didn't try much to let go of my cultivation thoughts.

I fell asleep.

At six o'clock in the morning, I woke up again, found a long sword from the storage jade pendant, practiced the "Eagle Take-off Sword Technique" in the park for more than an hour, and returned home sweating.

Lin Wanqiu was making breakfast.

Jiang Yuan just got up, but he didn't sleep anymore, but he still couldn't find his shoes, and his mother called her back and forth, causing Lin Wanqiu to complain about her again.

"Study hard."

When it was over, Jiang Ding sent them to school and gave them a word, which caused Lin Wanqiu to slap his forehead.

Jiang Yuan's school formalities were completed yesterday.

In short, as long as she wants to learn, she will have enough conditions to learn.

Time passed day by day.

Jiang Ding is very nostalgic for this kind of life twenty years ago for some reason, and he happily cooks every day, exercises in the morning, practices occasionally, and goes to see his grandfather in the ward, and lives a very fulfilling life every day.

Before you know it, months pass.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

Before you know it, two years have passed.

Before you know it, three years have passed.

He was still in this state of concentration.

"Sure, you seem to have something, right? I remember. ”

At the dinner table, Lin Wanqiu put down the bowl and asked suspiciously.

"Is there one?"

Jiang Ding asked with a smile.

"Yes...... No...... There was ......"

Lin Wanqiu's eyes showed a look of confusion, and she asked Jiang Yuan: "Did your brother forget something important?" ”

"No, I don't."

Jiang Yuan took a Chinese book, read it while eating, and seemed to have learned a lot recently, and said casually: "What can he do, he doesn't have to go to work, and he doesn't have to go to school...... School...... Learning ......"

She thought of something and subconsciously bypassed it.

"Anyway, what can he do, Mom, don't think about it, come and memorize the language with me."

"Oh yes."

Lin Wanqiu thought about it, felt that it made sense, and continued to eat.

A month later.

The Spring Festival is approaching.

My uncle's family and my grandparents came to visit, and everyone set off firecrackers, made dumplings, pasted couplets, killed chickens and ducks, sacrificed to ancestors, and blessed everything well after the New Year.

Everyone has their own division of labor, and it is very lively.

"What did my dad call me here for?"

Lin Yuanwang was offering incense to worship his ancestors, and suddenly showed a hint of struggle, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, but it was blurry, and he couldn't see the handwriting clearly anyway, as if it was covered with a thick layer of white mist.

Trying his best to operate the divine consciousness in the late stage of Qi training, finally, he saw two words clearly.

“…… Learn...... On ......"

"What is school?"

Lin Yuanwang muttered to himself, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind: "It's ...... Shang"

Sonor!

With a sword groan, the terrifying blue sun suppressed it, and the terrifying feeling of faint death hit his soul like a lightning strike, and he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed on the incense and burned with a simmer.

Long.

"I have nothing to do here, it's just the New Year."

Lin Yuan looked at Mu Ran and said.

Around, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and grandparents were all busy with each other, and no one noticed his strange appearance.

No one noticed a streak of blood on the ground and looked here.

Until he returns to normal.

"Brother Yuanwang, come here and pluck the duck feathers, my innate true qi can't be controlled."

Jiang Yuan greeted, ignoring the blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay!"

Lin Yuanwang responded, staggered over, and used the wind blade spell to deal with the duck feathers, and the internal organs were in severe pain, affecting the spell casting, intermittently from time to time, but still firmly completed the whole process of plucking the duck feathers.

Cracking sound!

Boom! Boom!

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the door of wealth was opened, the sound of firecrackers, and the fireworks of flames flew into the sky, one after another, and the smell of gunpowder was strong.

Just like many years ago, when I was about to go to school, the Chinese New Year.

A young man in Tsing Yi thought faintly.

"What year?"

His brows furrowed, and his face looked struggling: "What year?" What do I seem to have forgotten? ”

"Forget it, I didn't forget anything."

His brow furrowed.

"No matter what year it is, it's good now, my mother is by my side, my sister is by my side, and the people I care about are all around, just like those happy days many years ago, what else is there to think about?"

"Accompany my mother, accompany my sister, grow old together, grow old ......"

The bonsai-like blue and gold trees shimmered slightly, and then fell silent.

It hadn't moved for a long time.

He didn't even cook or do housework, and his body was covered with dust and was ignored by everyone.

There are no foreign enemies,

What does the sword go out for?

There can only be silence.

(End of chapter)