Jiang Ding looked down from above.

The community is still lit up with lights, and the flowing water seats have not changed for more than two months, and the cost is very small for high-level immortal cultivators.

In the middle of the seat, there is a large screen TV, and a circle of people around them hold their breath, and the pins can be heard.

An urgent news break, with the host's face full of red light, was announced by a Yuanying monk himself.

“…… On September 21, 11167, Xianmen had its own thirteenth small realm, called Ganghan Small Realm......"

“…… At present, there are still many hostile forces in the small sector, and the relevant tourism and development applications have not yet been issued, and according to the previous practice of the small sector, it should return to normal within 30 to 70 years......"

“…… Companies and individuals are welcome to invest in ......"

"Gang, Han, boundary."

Repeating this word over and over again in the brains of the guests, their hearts were shocked, and their eyes looked at the two centenarians on the chairman's face, and their hearts were envious.

In the name of mortals, it is comparable to the Heavenly Monarch of Avatars!

Countless thousands of years later, as long as the Immortal Gate is still there, and even even if the Immortal Gate is gone, the name can still be passed down between the realms and be known to hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

What immortals and great virtues since ancient times, ancient emperors, and dynasty generals are just passed down from country to country.

Compared with these two, it is not much worse.

"Yes, yes!"

Lin Gang's eyes were red, and tears flowed down his eyes.

"My wife and I have only lived for more than a hundred years, and in the world, they are as small as mortal dust."

He no longer hides anything, revealing complex emotions such as fear, fear, and attachment, which are not as free and easy as they seem on the surface.

Really, I can't see through it!

It's only more than a hundred years, it's too short, the time for a high-level immortal cultivator to retreat.

Where does it come from to look down on life and death?

"Dad......"

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong's noses were sour.

"Now, there are one or two people who can be passed on to future generations, so that future generations will know that there have been people like us in the world."

"It's worth it."

"It's not in vain!"

Lin Gang held his wife's hand, his eyes were full of warmth, and he really had some free and easy taste.

"Jiang Ding!"

Someone exclaimed.

Everyone hurriedly looked up.

A young man in Tsing Yi descended from the sky and walked here step by step, touching everyone's reverence and excitement, as if he had seen a character in a myth.

"This guy ......"

Zhang Dingjun, Guo Kui and other teachers also came.

They couldn't take their eyes off it, and some couldn't believe that this was the student they had taught.

"Grandpa, grandma."

Jiang Ding said softly: "There were some accidents and some delays, but the result was satisfactory." ”

The people around him were breathless.

In just a few ordinary words, it seemed that he saw an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with cannon fire roaring, and the corpses of countless immortal cultivators and mortals were thrown along with the blood.

"It's too dangerous."

Grandma patted him on the head and blamed: "Peace and security is the most important thing, we two old guys, what can we do if we leave a name?" ”

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"Well, I know I can't persuade you."

Grandma looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of her carefully, no different from when she was a child, her skin was delicate and smooth.

I can't help but have fun.

Reaching out and rubbing it on either side of him, stretching outwards and pinching it into various shapes.

"When I think of the commander of the millions of armies, the many foundation-building monks of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are terrified that the Great Day Sword was pinched on the cheek by me, and I can't resist yet, I feel so accomplished."

She sighed.

"Haha!"

The people around him sneered.

"yes!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he had the urge to take a few steps forward.

She is now thirty or forty years old, standing in front of her brother, like her older aunt, there is no sense of abruptness in doing such a move, it is very appropriate.

A glance down.

Jiang Yuan paused, his heart was extremely empty, and he looked at the sky casually.

"Pinch it for me!"

Lin Wanqiu completely ignored this gaze, and after her grandmother finished pinching it, she also stepped forward to pinch her face, touched her head, nodded her nose, and sighed with satisfaction for a long time.

"Is it really that easy to pinch?"

"This is the Great Sun Kenko!"

Lin Gang and his aunt were also very moved, regardless of Jiang Ding's struggle, they pinched it well.

There were also people around who were moved and wanted to step forward, but they were dragged down by the surrounding relatives and warned them sharply.

A high-ranking monk is not an existence that can be humiliated.

This was an extremely dangerous move, but it was common for a high-level immortal cultivator's spell shield instinct to counterattack and turn his body into a blood mist.

No matter how strict the laws of the Immortal Gate are, they will not protect mortals who take the initiative to provoke high-level immortal cultivators, and they will die in vain if they die.

After some fun, everyone sat down, ate and chatted, and had a homely meal, and the sad atmosphere just now diluted a lot.

"Are you sure to have a girlfriend?"

Grandma took a piece of green bamboo shoots and put it in her grandson's bowl and asked.

"Nope."

"Then hurry up, you're not too young."

Grandma said earnestly: "Don't say anything about raising children and preventing old age, with the company of children, you can get a lot of fun, and life will be much more exciting." ”

"Grandma, I'm still very young, and I'm not in a hurry."

Jiang Ding emphasized.

The age of immortal cultivators changes dynamically, with one appearance of the foundation and one appearance of the golden pill.

If you look at Jin Dan's lifespan, he is only eight or nine years old now, and he has not yet grown up, has not matured, and is far from the age of marriage and childbirth.

"Mom."

Lin Wanqiu sneered: "People say that he is sixteen years old this year, don't worry about it." ”

"Okay, I don't understand the matter of immortal cultivators."

Grandma said helplessly.

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Jiang Yuan? Sixteen? ”

Grandma asked again.

"Not really."

Jiang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of food, and no longer avoided the topic as before: "I plan to get married in two or three years, and it is the boy I saw last time, and he is a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator like me. ”

"We will also settle in Rongcheng after we get married."

Lin Wanqiu secretly sent a photo to Jiang Ding's mobile phone.

"That's it, the young man is still good, graduated from the Cultivation Department of Qianling University, and is a monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept away.

is a very handsome boy, thirty or forty years old, and has always continued Jiang Yuan's face control style.

Judging from the photos, the other party should be thirty or forty years old, one or twenty years younger than Jiang Yuan, this age is the age for Qi cultivators to marry and have children.

"Well, nice guys."

Jiang nodded and didn't pay too much attention.

My sister is fifty-one years old this year, she just makes up her own minds, she needs to experience the ups and downs of life by herself, and she chooses by herself, no matter how good the advice of outsiders is, it is just a suggestion.

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Whether it's his sister's husband or her children, he doesn't have too much contact.

lest they give birth to strong feelings, and after tens or hundreds of years, they will once again experience the pain of life and death.

"That's good."

Grandma showed a look of relief: "Looking from afar, you are the youngest of the three, I don't want you to be the first to get married, grandma wants to hold her grandson!" ”

Old man Lin Gang was longing.

After the meal, everyone talked for a while, and then they dispersed to find their old friends.

"Teacher Zhang Dingjun, they are also old......"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly in his heart, picked up a cup of tea, and walked to the teachers' table.

(End of chapter)