Except for retreats and events, Jiang Ding basically goes home once a week.

The people around him, whether they were children or the elderly, all of them were grown up under his watch, from infancy to the present, except for the Tsukiji monks, without exception, they were all familiar people.

"Stop being naughty, get up."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, bowed in a circle around him, and even some guys who tried to kneel were helped up by him.

"Grandpa Jiang, long time no see......"

There was an old man and the old guys around him shouted in unison, and the tacit understanding was very good.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ding looked at them helplessly, a few habitual offenders.

With a wave of his hand, the elixirs full of aura flew in all directions and landed in the hands of everyone around.

Pure Spirit Pill, a mortal-level elixir, replenishes qi and blood, can nourish the body, improve some martial arts qualifications, and specially customized a large number of them to coax children.

"Brother Jiang is good!"

The group of old men shouted with a grin.

"Li Jinsan, you kid is still the same bastard as when he was a child!"

"And you too."

Jiang Ding scolded with a smile.

The old men touched their heads with some embarrassment.

The main thing is that there are my grandchildren and children watching next to me, and I am a little restrained, otherwise I will not be affected at all, and I am used to it from childhood to adulthood.

They lined up and came to the center of the feast, where everyone was there.

Lin Wanqiu, Jiang Yuan, and Lin Yuanwang are all foundation building monks, and they are more than 100 years old, which is quite common among foundation building monks, and it is not surprising that they can not be called old or young.

The rest are naturally some juniors.

The children of Jiang Yuan, the boys and girls of the dragon and phoenix fetus.

Maybe that's a bit of a no-brainer.

The two of them are now almost eighty years old, the younger sister successfully built the foundation more than ten years ago, her appearance is forty or fifty, she is married, she has two children, and her husband is a monk who cultivates the ninth layer of qi.

The elder brother is a typical eighty-year-old man.

His hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, his skin was dark brown, he had six children, all of them about forty or fifty years old, eleven or twelve grandchildren, twenty or thirty years old, half of them were married, and all of them were three or four years old.

The forty or fifty people in the surrounding circle are basically Jiang Yuan's descendants and their wives and husbands.

If it is another one or two hundred years, there is a core, and it will be easy to multiply and expand to hundreds of thousands of people, and there is no difficulty.

"Determined, come here!"

Lin Wanqiu greeted: "The chef of this banquet is very good, this crystal bun is crystal clear, except for the ingredients, it is better than what you make." ”

"Forehead ......"

Being called by a nickname this time, Jiang Ding suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly sat down next to him.

"Brother Wang, Sister He, how are Xiaohe's grades in college?"

Jiang Ding hurriedly changed the topic stiffly and looked at Lin Yuanwang's family.

Forty-four years ago, Lin Yuanwang married a foundation building female cultivator, and gave birth to a daughter more than 20 years ago.

As soon as these words came out, a round-faced girl couldn't help but glare at him.

"The grades are not very good, and I am trying to change the process of cultivating Fa-level exercises."

Lin Yuanwang was a little helpless when he heard this: "Except for Ling, our family seems to have average understanding, Jiang Yuan is like this, Xiaoyun is also like this, it's really a hell." ”

"It's okay, maybe you will suddenly get the hang of it after learning more."

Jiang Ding comforted.

Divine consciousness swept slightly, Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan were both in the middle stage of foundation building, and Lin Yuanwang was too, but it was quite close to the late stage of foundation building, and Xiaoyun was Jiang Yuan's daughter, in the early stage of foundation building.

Qualifications and comprehension are very different, there is no big opportunity, and there is basically no hope of Jindan.

"Don't talk about that."

"Today is the day of great joy for you to be promoted to Brother Jindan."

Lin Yuanwang sighed: "Although I have long had a premonition that this day is coming, but it really comes, I still feel a little dreamy." ”

"If my grandparents are still here, my parents are still here, I don't know how happy I will be."

He said with some sadness.

People are very adaptable.

Many years ago, he couldn't accept it, and even had the idea of committing suicide, feeling that life was boring, but as time passed, he slowly accepted the reality.

"yes."

Jiang Ding also sighed.

"How has Xiaoyuan been doing all these years?"

Jiang Ding asked casually.

After Jiang Yuan was promoted to Zhuji, it took some time to change his appearance, and now he has regained his youthful and beautiful appearance at the age of thirty-four, and he can calm down in his cultivation, endure loneliness, and become diligent.

After all, they are all people in their hundreds, and they have experienced a lot.

"Of course it's good, man!"

Jiang Yuan looked at the little brother in front of him and said excitedly: "After building the foundation, I feel that I am much younger, and many things have become interesting again, just like being alive for the second time." ”

"That's good."

Jiang Ding was really pleased.

The two dearest relatives in the world, people who have grown up together since childhood, are still alive by their side, which is more precious than anything else.

After a while, the people around came to congratulate, and Jiang Ding responded with a very polite and equal courtesy, smiling one by one, not looking down on them because of their young age and lower seniority.

"Uncle!"

Someone stepped forward.

"Hello."

Jiang Ding smiled and looked at the woman in front of him who looked like Jiang Yuan.

"Uncle, I wish you success and longevity!"

Zhou Yun, Jiang Yuan's daughter, after congratulating the monk in the early stage of foundation building, gritted his teeth: "Can you ......?"

She paused, and stopped.

"Can you ......?"

Bite one's tongue.

"Can you ...... or not"

Again hesitated, hesitated.

For some reason, a few simple words are just unspeakable, no matter how determined and how hard you try.

For a long time, stiffened in place.

In the end, Zhou Yun showed a trace of despair and reluctantly bowed back.

Another nephew, Zhou Xiong, saw this, sighed secretly in his heart, and bitterness rose to his cheeks.

He spent more than ten years, asked someone to design and polish it many times, was impeccable emotionally and logically, swallowed the carefully prepared words, briefly congratulated, carried a bottle of wine, and left, not wanting to stay here.

In the midst of a group of immortal cultivators, his heart tingled.

Himself, he should also have a chance, and his martial arts qualifications are top-notch.

However, he is too young, playful, thinks that he will be young forever, wastes a lot of time, and has no one to cover infinitely.

Even after the age of fifty or sixty, I began to really regret it, and I practiced martial arts more and more, trying to make up for it, but it was useless, and the speed of progress could not keep up with the speed of physical decline.

simply, I no longer have hope, I hold the wine bottle all day long, drunk and dreaming of death, even if my life is affected, I don't bother to pay attention to it.

As for the dozens of people around, if they want to line up to congratulate, they are politely stopped, saying, as long as they have a heart, these forms do not need to be done.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yuanwang glanced at each other, sighed lightly, and did not say anything.

"Mom, I beg you, can you do me a favor?"

On the other side, Zhou Yun came to his mother Jiang Yuan's side, shook her hand, and begged: "The more I cultivate, the more I feel my limit, and if I continue like this, the later stage of foundation building in this life is the limit, and there is no other possibility." ”

"Mom, I don't want to die in more than a hundred years."

(End of chapter)