Dinghai Zhenjun came to the confused Jin Lingfeng and lightly touched her eyebrows.

"Go home, go home ......"

Jin Lingfeng muttered to himself, struggling incessantly, showing signs of wanting to get rid of An Siyan's arm, his eyes suddenly cleared, and his face widened.

"Jiang Ding, what happened to you?"

She looked horrified.

forcibly distorting people's wills, if they hadn't discovered it early, they might not have wanted to come here again in this life, and instinctively wanted to return home.

An Siyan glanced cautiously in the direction of the community.

"Taiyin Sword Intent ......"

A wisp of moon-white sword intent appeared in Dinghai Zhenjun's hand, crushed it gently, and his expression was also shaken: "As far as I know, he has only been exposed to the sword intent of the Taiyin Sword Sect once, but it is only a few years, and he can forcibly simulate it with his own sword intent, this sword talent ......"

"Teacher, is there any way I can help him?"

An Siyan couldn't help but say.

"It's hard."

Dinghai Zhenjun looked embarrassed: "The heart demon tribulation can only be gotten rid of by yourself, and there is no way for others to help, forcibly interrupting it may cause irreparable serious damage to the divine soul." ”

"Moreover, I have never met anyone who has demons at such a young age, and I have no experience in dealing with them."

"Wait, let's see, our immortal cultivators have a long life, and we are not in a hurry."

He waved his hand and played a pole array flag, more than a thousand poles, all of which were white jade as the base, pure black flags, and fell in a staggered and orderly manner around the Fulin community, and the mysterious soul runes loomed, and the layers of formations sheltered, which made people instinctively relax in their hearts.

"Third-Order Requiem Array."

Dinghai Zhenjun habitually explained to the surrounding students: "The third-order Divine Soul Formation can protect the surrounding mortals and immortal cultivators from being injured by Jiang Ding. ”

"Of course, he has always paid attention to it subconsciously, except for the immortal cultivators above the late stage of Qi cultivation who can get rid of the shadow of the Taiyin Sword Intent Illusion, he has not harmed anyone at present."

"But protection is still necessary, and he may lose control later."

……

Before I knew it, I had been at home for three and a half years.

In the evening, after eating and cleaning up, the family of three gathered around the living room to watch TV, which was still a bloody family ethics drama.

This kind of TV series is simply a cancer, and it can't be played cleanly no matter what.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and fell asleep as usual.

Tossing and turning, but not sleeping.

Picked up the pillow and sat up again, with dazed and lonely eyes in his eyes, looking at the night view of the city outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Jiang Ding, are you awake?"

Jiang Yuan Yiqi: "In the past few years, you will sleep until ten o'clock as soon as you encounter a TV series, what's wrong today?" ”

"Watch your TV well."

Jiang Ding glanced at her, too lazy to pay attention.

The irritability in my heart could not be relieved, so I went back to my room to sleep, staring blankly at the night scene by the window, and couldn't sleep at all.

However, it seems that there was no need to sleep in the first place.

All the time by the window, silently looking outside, until midnight, until six o'clock in the morning.

Get up to practice swords and eat breakfast.

Farewell to my mother and sister to school, visit my grandparents, listen to them, then have dinner, go for a walk, watch TV, and sleep.

And so it was more than a month.

This kind of day is simple, plain, and the same, but he doesn't find it boring to stay with his relatives.

"It's just that there are some equally important things that seem to have been forgotten."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, and finally couldn't bear the anxiety that had accumulated for many days, and came to a bonsai that was covered with dust and subconsciously forgotten by everyone.

Gently stroked with your hands, your hands were full of dust, revealing the blue-gold body of the tree.

Somehow, a deep sadness welled up in my heart, and tears almost fell.

"Mom, can I stay by your side forever without going to school or work?"

Jiang Ding turned his head and asked.

"That's good."

"Although our family is not wealthy, we can still afford to eat and drink."

Lin Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, a little moved, and shook her head again: "But no, people must have their own careers to do, otherwise their spirits will be incomplete, and they will stay in a young state forever, and in the end, even they will dislike themselves, and life will become meaningless." ”

"When I graduated from college, your grandparents told me that."

"No matter what a person goes through, whether it is success or failure, he must have something to experience, so that he can live a complete life."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding stroked the blue gold bonsai little by little, and finally picked it up regardless of the dust: "However, your life is too short. ”

"I'm afraid that after practicing more than a dozen times, I will never see you again, and I will never see my grandparents again."

"Yes...... That's it. ”

Lin Wanqiu sighed.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, that's it."

"Mom can't help it, grandparents can't help it."

"People grow old ......"

Jiang Yuan also seemed to see the scene of himself being eighty or ninety years old, with wrinkled and gray hair, and fell into silence.

"But it's only a hundred years to more than two hundred years......"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself and slowly put down the bonsai in his hand.

……

"Young and immature life, ......"

A glimmer of hope on Dinghai Zhenjun's face fell again, and he said helplessly.

"You're still a foundation monk!"

Jin Lingfeng jumped a little: "You are only a little more than two hundred years of life, what is a mere two hundred years, this is one-sixth of the life of the Yuan Infant Monk." ”

"That's pretty much the same for a Monk of the Gods."

Dinghai Zhenjun pondered for a moment and told the array spirit: "Calculate for him the success rate of his mother's foundation building." ”

……

"Ding!"

"The temporary lottery is a big discount, you can calculate the success rate of estimating one person's foundation building, is it calculated?"

The voice of the array spirit sounded in my ears.

"Calculate."

Jiang Ding subconsciously believed it, and designated Lin Wanqiu, who was already in his sixties, as the target.

"Name: Lin Wanqiu"

"Age: Sixty-four"

"Estimated peak time of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation: one hundred and eleven years old."

“…… Super Age: -43%, Ancient Wood Reincarnation Formula: +15%, Best Tsukuji Dan: 40%, Comprehension Middle: -2%, Time Precipitation World Insight: +1%, Multiple Doses of Breaking Pills: -......"

"Overall success rate: 6%."

“6%？ 6%！ ”

Jiang Ding suddenly opened his eyes.

A brilliant blue sword flashed.

Suddenly there was a change within a radius of ten kilometers, and something intangible disappeared.

Many people's eyes brightened a little, and they thought for a moment, but it didn't matter, they shook their heads, and continued to focus on their own affairs.

Sonor!

The little blue and gold tree clanged, shook off the dust, and the body of the tree bloomed with bright light, vibrating happily, turning into a flying sword that was a foot long and flew towards him.

"A dream?"

Jiang Ding took the flying sword and sighed.

The clarity in his eyes has been completely restored, but a gloomy meaning cannot be concealed.

And not very happy.

(End of chapter)