A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Keng!

Back home, the Taiqing Flying Sword buzzed and vibrated.

Then... the familiar steps turned into a blue light flying up and down, cleaning, taking out the trash, cooking, stir-frying...

Everything is available, everything is available.

Don’t forget your skills just because of foundation building.

From time to time, because of the lack of soy, vinegar, oil, salt, onions, cilantro, etc., I would pick up Xianmen banknotes and throw them out of the air. I would return within a dozen breaths, bring the things back, wash them, and add them to the still steaming cooking pot.

"...I haven't seen you for many years, but this little tree is still so virtuous."

Jiang Yuan was so dazzled by what he saw that he wished he could immediately invent a substitute so that he could live a happy life with only enough clothes to put on his hands and food to open his mouth every day.

Ten minutes later,

Steaming five dishes, one soup, and a pot of Mu Ling wheat rice were dragged to the dining table by Taiqing Feijian. After placing the bowls and chopsticks, he turned into a small blue and gold tree the size of a basketball and lay quietly in the corner of the living room.

“The taste is okay.”

Jiang Ding picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, then nodded slightly.

After so many years of not cooking, my skills have not deteriorated.

Because the spiritual consciousness has become more complex and sophisticated, it has improved a lot, at least it is much better than the owner of the roadside stall.

"Let's eat."

Jiang Ding served food to the two of them.

After dinner, the family usually takes a walk to say hello and chat with neighbors they haven't seen for many years.

Twenty years later, many people are still there, and many old people have already entered reincarnation and have met many new neighbors again.

Quite a sense of being separated from this world.

After digestion, the family gathered together to watch TV.

The content was not the previous cartoons, but some urban ethics dramas, which were even more outside Jiang Ding's aesthetic range. I just watched it a few times, closed my eyes slightly, and entered a state of cultivation.

"You haven't changed at all after all these years."

Jiang Yuan complained, looked at each other with Lin Wanqiu, and continued to focus on the TV. It seemed that he had the same hobby and was concentrating on it.

"Go to sleep."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the long-lasting biological clock reappeared. Jiang Ding opened his eyes and walked to his room.

Nothing has changed inside.

He still looks the same as when he left home to study in Xiandu twenty years ago. Even the position of the computer and mouse has not changed, and the charger and data cable on the bedside table are still there.

"Twenty years..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were in a daze.

It seems that these twenty years are just a dream. He is still a high school student in Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, working hard for the college entrance examination. His mother works at the Rongcheng Steel Factory, and his sister has just entered junior high school.

I have never left my hometown.

After a long time, I woke up, sat on the bed, took off my clothes and shoes, pulled up the quilt, and closed my eyes.

I gave up on cultivating without putting in much effort.

Entered dreamland.

At six o'clock in the morning, I woke up again, dug out a long sword from the jade pendant in storage, practiced the "Eagle Takes Off Sword Technique" for more than an hour in the park, and returned home sweating profusely.

Lin Wanqiu is making breakfast.

Jiang Yuan had just gotten up, but she didn't want to sleep in anymore, but she still couldn't find her shoes. She kept calling her mother, which made Lin Wanqiu complain about her again.

"study well."

At the end of the day, Jiang Ding sent them to school and gave them instructions, which led to a slap on the forehead by Lin Wanqiu.

Jiang Yuan's schooling procedures were completed yesterday.

In short, as long as she wants to learn, she will have enough conditions to learn.

Time passed like this day by day.

For some reason, Jiang Ding was very attached to the life he had lived twenty years ago. He enjoyed cooking, doing morning exercises, practicing occasionally, and visiting his grandfather in the ward. He lived a fulfilling life every day.

Before I knew it, months passed.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

Before I knew it, two years had passed.

Before I knew it, three years had passed.

He was still in this state of concentration.

"Ding Ding, seems there is something wrong with you? I remember."

At the dinner table, Lin Wanqiu put down the bowl and asked doubtfully.

"Have it?"

Jiang Ding asked with a smile.

"Yes... no... yes..."

There was confusion in Lin Wanqiu's eyes, and she asked Jiang Yuan, "Did your brother forget something important?"

"no."

Jiang Yuan held a Chinese book and read while eating. He seemed to have learned a lot recently. He said casually: "What can he do? He doesn't have to go to work or go to school... go to school... study..."

She thought of something and subconsciously avoided it.

"Anyway, what can happen to him? Mom, don't think about it, come and memorize Chinese documents with me."

"That's right."

Lin Wanqiu thought about it, felt it made sense, and continued eating.

One month later.

Spring Festival is coming.

My uncle's family and grandparents came to visit. Everyone set off firecrackers, made dumplings, posted couplets, killed chickens and ducks, offered sacrifices to their ancestors, and wished everything went well in the new year.

Everyone has their own division of labor and it is very lively.

"My dad asked me to come here. Why?"

Lin Yuanwang was offering incense to worship his ancestors when he suddenly showed a sign of struggle and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, but it was blurry and the handwriting could not be seen clearly, as if it was covered with a thick layer of white mist. .

I tried my best to use my spiritual consciousness in the late stage of Qi training, and finally saw two words clearly.

"...study...on..."

"What is school?"

Lin Yuanwang murmured to himself, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind: "Yes..."

Keng!

There was a sword roar, and the terrifying blue sun suppressed it. His soul felt like it was struck by lightning, and the terrifying feeling of faint death came over him. He suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed on the incense pile and burned.

for a long time.

"I have nothing to do here, just celebrate the New Year."

Lin Yuanwang said blankly.

All around him, his uncles, aunts, grandparents, etc. were all busy, and no one noticed anything strange about him.

No one noticed the blood stains on the ground and glanced here.

Until he returns to normal.

"Brother Yuanwang, come over and pluck the duck's feathers. I can't control my innate energy."

Jiang Yuan greeted, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"okay!"

Lin Yuanwang responded, staggered over, and used the wind blade spell to process the duck feathers. The internal organs were in severe pain, which affected the spell. He completed the entire process of plucking the duck feathers intermittently, but still firmly.

Crackling!

Boom! Boom!

At twelve o'clock in the evening, when the Wealth Gate opens, the sound of firecrackers and flaming fireworks fly into the sky, one after another, and the smell of gunpowder smoke is strong.

Just like many years ago, it was the Chinese New Year when I was about to go to school.

A young man in green clothes thought calmly.

"which year?"

He frowned, with a look of struggle on his face: "Which year? I seem to have forgotten something?"

"Forget it, I didn't forget anything."

His brows furrowed.

"No matter what year it is, it's good now. My mother is by my side, my sister is by my side, and everyone I care about is by my side. Just like those happy days many years ago, what else is there to think about?"

"Stay with my mother, stay with my sister, grow old together, grow old together..."

The small bonsai-like blue and gold tree flickered slightly, then fell silent.

It hasn't moved for a long time.

He didn't even cook or do housework, he was covered in dust and ignored by everyone.

There are no foreign enemies,

What is the sword doing out there?

There can only be silence.