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Jiang Ding didn't go back to the dormitory, wandered around Xianmen, tore the space and shuttled around, and unknowingly came to his hometown Rongcheng.

As far as the eye can see, people come and go.

The old man in his twilight years, the middle-aged man with a heavy burden, the high-spirited young man, and a group of kindergarten children with little yellow hats.

Old, middle-aged, young, young, like a person's life.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one to know in this place of hometown, young partners, partners' children, all have turned to dust, and only exist in the memories of a few people.

There are very few relatives in the world, and they are about to say goodbye.

"Mother, ......"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself in a low voice.

Lin Wanqiu, two hundred and seven years old this year, is still ninety-seven years away from the end of life extension, and now in the late stage of foundation building, there is still a long time to go before the peak of foundation building.

Moreover, there is almost no hope for the road to Jindan after the peak of the foundation.

Qualifications, talents, and relatively ordinary, even if there are knot pills, many knot pills, it is still the same, and there will be no change.

Nine out of ten people in the world are like this.

So ordinary, so irretrievable, there is no hope of winning Jindan.

Even if there is no one of the Twin Spirit Root geniuses among hundreds of thousands of people, they have to go through battles and bloody battles to sharpen their mana and divine soul, so that they can fight for the Golden Pill.

Along the way, it is not uncommon for the monks who have fallen behind and died like carp crossing the river.

"The avenue is ruthless ......"

Jiang Ding slowly paced in this familiar and unfamiliar city.

From time to time, an old man looked at this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy suspiciously, and he had no impression of this small town with a small population.

After thinking about it, he smiled, just thinking of it as a foreign student.

No one knows it, no one remembers it.

More than 100 years ago, the champion of Xianmen, the pride of Rongcheng, what is the meaning to today's people?

It's already submerged in the pile of old papers, and no one has necessarily flipped through the corners of the website once in decades.

Time has buried everything.

How many glorious figures are there in history.

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a little sad, strolling aimlessly in the city, like a child who couldn't find his mother, wandering around alone, not knowing when he would stop.

Until an upscale community.

Pure white inscriptions, white cloth everywhere, and some scattered paper money.

In the corner, there is a list in black and white letters, on which the words are clearly visible.

'Mr. Hua Long's funeral preparations...... burial arrangements'

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Flower Dragon.

The father of the high school class leader Hua Bing.,I've heard about the foundation monk since I was a child.。

This Tsukiki's desire for the path is not so strong, even if he is a monk of Tsukiki, he still maintains a mortal routine, lives with his daughter and family every day, and has stayed in this small town of his hometown since Tsukiki, rarely going out.

Now, we have ushered in the end of life.

"Even the predecessors of the immortal cultivators are beginning to pass away......"

Jiang Ding sighed and walked in.

There is no one to stop it, there is an endless stream of guests who come and go to mourn, this foundation has been rooted in Rongcheng all his life, and there are countless descendants who have cultivated good friends, and the popularity is excellent, and there is no shortage of people who are extremely sad, all of them are sincere, and no one goes to tea and cool.

Following the crowd in line, a stick of incense was placed in front of the old gentleman's urn and portrait.

"Thank you."

Hua Bing stood beside him, his eyes red and swollen, and thanked him softly: "My father would be very happy to learn that a real person from Jindan had come to pay his respects in person." ”

"Condolences."

Jiang Ding nodded, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

Hua Bing is now the pinnacle of foundation building, and his mana and divine sense have been sharpened to a certain limit, and his foundation is deep.

Over the years, he has fought on the battlefield of Xianmen, experienced many dangers, and got many opportunities, and all his efforts have not been in vain.

Presumably, in recent years, it will hit Jindan.

Lee Jun-ho is not here.

After more than 100 years, the emotions of high school have faded a little, and he is now busy with a major scientific research project that he has won with great difficulty.

Jiang Ding didn't have any superfluous words of comfort.

A nearly 200-year-old monk at the peak of the foundation building has long been accustomed to life and death, has experienced many things, and ignored many things, her grief cannot be alleviated by words, and she can only face it by herself.

Slowly, Jiang Ding paced back home.

It is the time of the meal, cooking for the family, stir-frying, washing dishes, brushing, and cleaning.

The baby-level flying sword is fast and neat, and it is clean, even if you use a microscope, you can't find any dirt, and the home is as clean as new.

Meal.

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan fell silent for some reason.

"Mom, do you know Mr. Hualong?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"Acquaintance."

Lin Wanqiu sighed: "There are so many foundation building monks in Rongcheng, how can I not know it, Hua seniors are very good people, and they taught me a lot of foundation building knowledge, but unfortunately, when people have the end of life, this is the number of days, and it is difficult to avoid ......"

"The number of days?"

"There are no days in the world."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly and looked at his mother: "Mom, go to the Sleeping Secret Realm, your current Shouyuan is still ninety-seven, and immortal cultivators below the Golden Pill can delay the flow of time a hundred times in the Sleeping Secret Realm, and with reference to the Immortal Sect's means of preserving the Dao, they can live for a long time." ”

"Nine thousand years later, if I hadn't died, I would definitely have found a way for you to break through the Golden Pill."

"If I die in battle, or if I fail to break through to a higher realm, the Central Array Spirit Computer will release you from the Sleeping Secret Realm, and time will not be wasted."

"If there is then, live with my hope."

Lin Wanqiu was stunned.

Nine thousand years, for a foundation building monk like her, it is too long, and the history of Xianmen is only more than 10,000 years, and the epic years are nothing more than that.

"Okay."

Lin Wanqiu said.

There is no politeness, no prevarication, or polite words such as pretending to be kind and unwilling to cause trouble to his son.

"I wish my son the Tao."

"I hope that after nine thousand years, I can see Wu'er Jiang Tianjun invincible in the realm, as far as the eye can see, all the eight immortal sects have surrendered, and the divine consciousness has passed, all the territory of the immortal sect, and the citizens can visit the entire sea of stars safely and unsafely, and there will be no non-stop wars like now."

Lin Wanqiu sincerely wished.

"Hahahaha......"

Jiang Ding laughed.

"Mom's wish is so grand, I'll try to fulfill it."

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan.

"Sister, what do you think?"

"To tell you the truth, an extra place in the Sleeping Secret Realm won't bother me, everything just needs to follow your heart."

As a brother and sister, Jiang Ding respects her decision, no matter what.

"Brother."

"I hope to see you again in nine thousand years."

Jiang Yuan said immediately.

"It must be so."

Jiang Ding was relieved: "Xiaoyun went to join the army?" I will give her a chance to get married, if her own efforts and talents are enough, there will be a day of marriage, you don't have to worry. ”

"Yes, brother."

(End of chapter)