After more than a month,

Jiang Ding flew out of this leaf with the mark of the scorched yellow sun, and his spirit was slightly sluggish.

"Before I knew it, it had been 20 years since I graduated from college."

He paused in the sky and said with a little melancholy: "Grandpa, I am now one hundred and five years old, and my grandmother is younger, but she is about the same age, and it is the time of the old man's birthday." ”

For mortals, the life limit is one hundred and twenty years.

The longevity pill is useless, their divine souls are too weak, and there is no basis for longevity.

"Take a trip home."

Apply for a route, board your own super air and space fighter, the fighter spits tail flames, climbs, breaks through the troposphere, and enters the stratosphere, where the sky is cloudless and the earth passes under you.

"What is the situation in the Wasteland Realm now?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Relying on the defense of the Great Demarcation Array and the third-order tactical nuclear bomb, the Western Desert of the Wasteland Minor Realm can barely hold on, and it is expected to break in three to five years, and the same is true for the northern part of the Wasteland Frontier."

The voice of the Central Array Spirit Computer rang out.

"What are the odds of me encountering a super-tier enemy?"

"One refining void master can save it, and three people can save the soul and the flying sword."

"Changed?"

Jiang Ding's heart was shocked.

Previously, if there was a very small probability event, and the three refining powerhouses shot at the same time, he would definitely die.

"Okay, I got it."

He doesn't ask anything anymore.

……

A few hours later, the air and space fighter stopped in the sky of Rongcheng and was put away, and a young man in Tsing Yi fell from the sky and landed at the door of his community.

Consciousness swept through.

Everywhere is lit up, the guests are weaving, full of smiles, and the scene of celebration.

A banner at the entrance of the community.

"Congratulations to Old Man Lin Gang on his one hundred and fifth birthday!"

At the entrance of the red and glamorous community full of firecrackers, for some reason, Jiang Ding's eyes were red, and tears almost fell from them.

Fortunately, he quickly hid his figure, and no one saw it.

Although it is normal for a sixteen-year-old boy to cry, no one will find it strange, and the elderly will pass by and comfort him a few times, telling him some troubles from his childhood.

After a long time, he showed his body again and walked into the community, and his face had returned to normal.

"Hello Grandpa Jiang!"

When a few seven or eight-year-old children who were playing saw a young man in Tsing Yi enter the community, their eyes lit up and they all gathered around.

"Don't call me grandpa."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.

"No, you can't."

A little girl with pigtails on her head said seriously: "My grandfather told me that he just wants to call him like this, he and you are elementary school classmates, and it is not a polite child to call him like this." ”

“……”

Jiang Ding was speechless, and handed them a piece of candy for each of them, which was made with some elixirs, which was gentle and replenished qi, and the key was delicious.

Over the years, he often returned home and specially bought it to coax the children.

"Thank you, Brother Jiang!"

The little girl and her companion smiled slyly and bowed in unison.

"Naughty little one."

Jiang Ding scolded with a smile.

The divine sense swept over the surrounding guests, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

There are very few old people left who played chess in the community back then.

The elementary school classmates of the year now have wrinkles on their faces, look like kind elders, and the grandchildren around them laugh and play.

I wonder if in another fifty or sixty years, I will still be able to see a familiar person?

"Hey, Jiang Ding, long time no see."

"You kid hasn't changed at all, grass."

Walking past the banquet, the people around greeted them warmly, most of them were fifty or sixty years old, very familiar, and there was no sense of restraint in facing the foundation monks.

"Haha, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled, patted a neighbor and elementary school classmate on the shoulder, and played familiarly.

"Hello Uncle Jiang."

In contrast, some middle-aged people in their thirties and forties are much more reserved, standing up and saying hello honestly, lacking a long time together, and instinctively fearing the foundation building monks.

Even if the other party looks younger than their son.

"You're welcome."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, and looked at the neighbor's son, a middle-aged man with a square appearance: "Xiaogong has a second child?" It's really good, much stronger than when Lao Liu was young. ”

"Haha, it's still a little worse than my dad."

The square-looking middle-aged Liu Gong touched his head embarrassedly.

Step into the middle of the feast.

finally saw the old man Lin Gang, who was surrounded by everyone and was full of red light, Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong, as well as aunt, Lin Yuanwang, and Jiang Yuan were all there.

There was also a tall and strong man, with the breath of the early days of foundation building, smiling honestly.

"Li Junhao, congratulations on building the foundation."

Jiang Ding greeted his grandparents and said with a smile.

At the age of fifty-six, his fellow table finally built a foundation, the breath of canon-level exercises.

In the past thirty or forty years, the other party has not spent it in vain.

After graduating, he went to serve in the military outside the realm as a qi cultivator, and also encountered many dangers, and after serving in the military, he joined a scientific research company to conduct commercial research in the field of exercises and spells, and over the years he has achieved some research results, and his salary has increased a lot.

It can be called a representative of a late bloomer.

There are many monks of this type in the Xianmen, and the qualifications and family environment are both poor, and if there is no great opportunity, it is difficult to rise to the top in the early stage, but relying on the huge number base, the number of high-level monks who finally achieved high ranks is no worse than the Xianmen Tianjiao Junjie who showed their prominence early.

Once again, the involution of the immortal gate was intensified.

Causing a huge contradiction in the education of Xianmen far beyond the level of resources, many monks with good talents had to die with regret in the face of this cruel reality.

"Haha!"

Li Junhao crossed his waist and laughed: "In the future, the two of us will be the two heroes of Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, who dares to disagree, the two of us will kill them indiscriminately and beat them up." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

glanced at Jiang Yuan, who had just reached the late stage of Qi cultivation, and forcibly resisted the idea of preaching.

"Grandpa......"

He came to his grandparents, held his hands like folded orange peels, and was silent.

Although the huge divine soul comparable to Jin Dan tried his best to suppress it, everyone still felt a faint sense of sadness and reluctance, and their emotions were aroused.

Even Li Junhao, who was building the foundation realm, couldn't resist a bit, and couldn't help but have reddened his eyes, unable to restrain himself.

Lin Wanqiu, who was already a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator, and his younger brother Lin Yong glanced at each other, sighed slightly, and the festive smile that was forcibly disguised dimmed.

"Sure, don't cry."

"It's such a big person."

Old man Lin Gang lovingly stroked his little grandson in his fifties, still the appearance of a sixteen-year-old boy, exactly the same as many years ago.

"I've heard that there is reincarnation in the world."

"Maybe a few years later, your grandmother and I will enter reincarnation, and tens of thousands of years later, Jiang Ding Tianjun is still alive in the world, and we may be able to meet again?"

"Yes, definitely."

Grandma looked at her little grandson and touched his head.

"Well, there will be another encounter."

Jiang Ding lowered his head.

(End of chapter)