Under the darkness of the night,

In the sky, the wind is hunting, and the lights of thousands of homes are walking under your feet.

"An Siyan, you ......"

Jiang Ding asked softly, "Your grandparents, how is your health?" ”

As for the Golden Bell Wind, the daughter of the Moon Spirit True Monarch, there is no such trouble.

"Before I was born, I was gone."

An Siyan shook his head: "My parents are both foundation building monks, and they chose to give birth to me after confirming that their Jindan path was hopeless, so I don't have the memory of my grandparents." ”

This is actually the norm for monks.

Only when the path encounters a bottleneck and can no longer be broken through, will the descendants be left behind to do what happens.

"However, I think that the problems you have will also be encountered sooner or later."

An Siyan sighed: "My parents are both one hundred and ninety years old, and it will not be too far from that day, this is the fate of all immortal cultivators, and they can only get used to it slowly, there is no other way." ”

Jin Lingfeng was stunned and fell into thought.

Then he shook his head.

If she can't break through to the Yuan Infant Stage, only her mother will see her farewell, and there will be no chance for her to bid farewell to her mother.

"The Fate ...... Immortal Cultivators"

Jiang Ding whispered and didn't say anything more.

The three of them flew in the sky, and after a while, they arrived at the hotel where the two of them stayed, and after sending the two back, Jiang Ding turned around and left.

"That, Jiang Ding."

Jin Lingfeng suddenly spoke: "Can I live in Rongcheng for five years?" Suddenly, something happened. ”

She looked expectantly at the person in front of her.

"Me too."

"I also have something to do, and I want to stay in Banyan City for five years!"

An Siyan raised his hand closely, attracting Jin Lingfeng's very dissatisfied gaze.

"Where do you want to go, ask me what I'm doing."

Jiang Ding couldn't cry or laugh: "But don't want it, studies are important, five years is not long, it is not short, it seems small, maybe the future will be short of five years, and regret it may not be necessary for life." ”

"You agree?"

"Great!"

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan glanced at each other, as if they hadn't heard anything, and immediately made a decision: "The two of us have decided to cultivate here for five years, are you welcome?" ”

"Let's say okay first, if you don't welcome it, you can't change the result."

“……”

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"Welcome."

He sighed.

"Yay!"

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng smiled, comparing a gesture of success.

……

Demon Palace.

"The way of the sword is to become specialized, to be made in a ......"

Under the molten gold Teng all over the mountains, Jiang Ding slowly narrated.

Around him, there were more than 140 maids in two circles, among which there were two more foundation building monks in the inner circle, who were promoted to the second maid of summer and the second maid of spring.

In the outer circle, the number of monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation has gradually increased.

The most eye-catching is the area where the maid of spring is located, the spring sword, the alternate maid of the heavenly wood spiritual root.

In just five years, he is now a third-level Qi cultivator, and the breath of the lower-level law-level exercises of the "Tianguang Radiant Sun Sword Codex" is seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is slim and elegant.

In the past five years, her Dao Heart course has been hovering between seventy and eighty, not good or bad.

The many maids listened carefully, and the more they learned, the more they understood what a great opportunity it was.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect may not be as strong as them in the immortal path teaching and exercises, and this does not require any meritorious service, as long as they work hard enough and have good academic performance.

Merit is only determined by their respective status and resources.

Over the past five years,

The number of maids who have cultivated Fa-level exercises has reached seventeen.

Classic-level exercises, no one has been able to learn them for the time being.

Three hours later.

"That's all for today."

Jiang Ding said softly.

The divine sense swept over the maid again.

It is expected that in another fifty or sixty years, most of the maids and alternate maids will become foundation-building monks.

Of course, it's hard to say whether these people are among them now, every year in Tu Country, girls from all over the country pass the assessment and enter Tushan Immortal City, and the competition pressure is extremely high.

Once the last order is lost, it can only be transferred to other institutions.

This is the alternate maid.

As for the maid, once she is in office, as long as she does not make a big mistake, she will have the qualifications of a maid for the rest of her life, and even if she is not capable, she will retain her original treatment and hold other positions, and she will never be eliminated.

"Childe, I'll retire!"

A large flock of warblers and swallows stood up, curtsied, and retreated, and only chirped at a long distance.

A moment later, a monk in a robe walked in.

"Uncle Shi."

Monk Fazheng said respectfully: "Seven years later, the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce plans to hold an auction once every fifty years, inviting immortal cultivators from all over the world, as well as Jindan monks, and they have revealed that there will be a number of magic weapons and third-order pills as the finale. ”

"The arrival of many Jindan monks may have an impact on the security of Immortal City."

"For this reason, in addition to sending the Shang clan's Jin Dan to take charge, they are also willing to share 20% of the profits as the reward of the immortal city, should we allow it?"

"Allowed."

Promoting the prosperity of Xiancheng and increasing tax revenue is a policy that has been determined a long time ago and will not change.

……

Five years,

Slowly flowing by.

At home, beside the bed, there was a large circle of people, their eyes were red and swollen, and there were slight sobs from time to time.

A sad and heavy atmosphere permeated the room.

Even the two ten-year-old ones involuntarily put down their footballs, at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"Definitely, I'm ...... Am I going to die? ”

Old man Lin Gang tried to squirm his lips, and the words he said were smaller than mosquitoes and flies.

Over the past year, his body has become thin and thin at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it is difficult to eat any kind of delicious food, so he can only rely on the infusion of nutrient solutions to survive.

Under the dark brown skin, the bones are clearly visible, and the weight is lighter than that of a child.

On the other side of the bed, my grandmother was similar, the two of them were of similar age, and they were both on the verge of running out of oil.

"Grandpa, you'll be ...... well"

Jiang Ding bowed his head and was silent.

When he was a child, his mother was busy with work, and his grandparents brought him up, starting from babbling and teaching him to grow up.

From childhood to adulthood, one thing after another appeared in front of me, and it crossed over and over again in my heart, and my eyes didn't know when to moisten.

"Grandson, don't be sad."

"It's just birth, old age, sickness and death."

The opening and closing of Lin Gang's lips were extremely subtle, almost difficult to detect, and he seemed to be trying to smile: "I wish my Jiang Ding Tianjun will be immortal in the future and become an immortal." ”

"Grandpa, let's go first."

"In the future, I want to be safe and ......"

His eyelids twitched, slowly closed, and never opened again.

On the other side, my grandmother's breath in my heart relaxed.

With a nostalgic gaze, he took one last look at the surrounding children and family, and his eyes slowly closed.

The last subtle rays of life dissipate.

"Mom, Dad!"

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong cried loudly, unable to hold back any longer, tears gushing like springs.

More on that tomorrow

(End of chapter)