A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

After more than a month,

Jiang Ding flew out of this leaf with the mark of the burnt yellow sun, feeling slightly depressed.

"Unconsciously, it has been twenty years since I graduated from college."

He paused in the sky and said with a hint of melancholy: "Grandpa, he is one hundred and five years old now. Grandma is younger, but she is about the same age. It is the time for the old man's birthday."

The limit of life span for mortals is one hundred and twenty years.

Life-extending pills are useless, their souls are too weak and there is no basis for extending their lives.

"Go home."

Apply for a route and board your own super aerospace fighter jet. The fighter jet spits out tail flames, climbs, breaks through the troposphere, and enters the stratosphere. There are no clouds in the sky, and the earth passes beneath you.

"What's the current situation of the war in the Barren Copper Small World?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Relying on the defense of the delimitation formation and the third-level tactical nuclear bombs, the Western Desert of the Wild Copper Small World can barely hold on. It is expected to be broken in three to five years. The same is true for the northern part of the Badong Small World."

The voice of the central array spirit computer sounded.

"What is the probability that I will encounter a super-level enemy?"

"If one of the great masters of Void Refining takes action, he can be saved, and if three people take action, they can save the soul and the flying sword."

"changed?"

Jiang Ding was shocked.

Previously, if there was a very small probability event and three masters of virtual refining took action at the same time, he would definitely die.

"Okay, I understand."

He asked no more questions.

…

A few hours later, the aerial fighter plane stopped in the sky of Rongcheng and was put away. A young man in Tsing Yi fell from the sky with an invisible figure and landed at the door of his community.

Divine consciousness swept over.

There are lights and colors everywhere, guests are everywhere, smiling, and it’s a scene of celebration.

At the gate of the community, there is a banner.

"Congratulations to Mr. Lin Gang on his 105th birthday!"

At the entrance of the red community with firecrackers all over the floor, Jiang Ding's eyes turned red for some reason, and tears almost fell from his eyes.

Fortunately, he quickly hid his figure and no one saw him.

Although it is normal for a sixteen-year-old boy to cry, no one will find it strange. Elderly people passing by will comfort him a few times and tell some embarrassing things about his childhood.

After a long time, he showed his figure again and walked into the community. His face had returned to normal.

"Hello Grandpa Jiang!"

When several seven or eight-year-old children who were playing around saw a young man in Tsing Yi entering the community, their eyes lit up and they all gathered around.

"Don't call me grandpa."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless, but the depression in his heart had dissipated a little.

"impossible."

A little girl with pigtails on her head said seriously: "My grandpa told me that I have to call him like this. He and you were classmates in elementary school. If you don't call him like this, you won't be a polite child."

"..."

Jiang Ding was speechless and handed each of them a piece of candy. It was made with some magic pills. It was gentle and replenishing the energy. The most important thing was that it was delicious.

Over the years, he often returned home and bought them specially to comfort his children.

"Thank you Brother Jiang!"

The little girl and her companion smiled slyly and bowed in thanks.

"Naughty little guy."

Jiang Ding laughed and cursed.

His consciousness swept over the surrounding guests, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

There are not many old people left who played chess in the community.

The former elementary school classmate now has wrinkles on his face and looks like a kind elder. The grandchildren around him are laughing and playing.

I wonder if I can still see a familiar person in fifty or sixty years?

"Hi Jiang Ding, long time no see."

"You really haven't changed at all, you idiot."

As I walked past the banquet, the people around me greeted him warmly. Most of them were old people in their fifties and sixties, and they were very familiar with each other. There was no sense of restraint in facing the Foundation Establishment monks.

"Haha, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled, patted a neighbor and elementary school classmate on the shoulder, and chatted familiarly.

"Hello Uncle Jiang."

In contrast, some middle-aged people in their thirties and forties are much more reserved. They stand up and say hello honestly. They lack long-term interactions and have some instinctive fear of Foundation Establishment monks.

Even if the other person looks younger than their son.

"You're welcome."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly and looked at his neighbor's son, a middle-aged man with a square appearance: "Xiao Gong has a second child? It's really good. He is much better than Lao Liu when he was young."

"Haha, he's still a little worse than my dad."

Liu Gong, a middle-aged man with a square appearance, touched his head in embarrassment.

Walk into the middle of the banquet.

Finally, I saw Mr. Lin Gang, who was surrounded by people and his face was glowing with red. Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong, as well as their aunts, Lin Yuanwang and Jiang Yuan were all there.

There was also a tall, strong man with an aura of early stage foundation building and a simple and honest smile.

"Li Junhao, congratulations on establishing the foundation."

Jiang Ding said hello to his grandparents, then smiled.

At the age of fifty-six, his deskmate finally established the aura of classic-level skills.

These thirty or forty years have not been spent in vain.

After graduation, he went to serve in the military as a qigong monk and encountered many dangers. After serving in the military, he joined a scientific research company to conduct commercial research on exercises and spells. Over the years, he has successively achieved some research results and his salary has increased. A lot.

It can be called a representative of late bloomers.

There are many monks of this type in the Immortal Sect. Their qualifications and family environment are very different. Without a great opportunity, it is difficult to stand out in the early stage. However, relying on the huge number base, the number of high-level monks in the end is not as high as that of the outstanding talents of the Immortal Sect who showed their prominence early. They are bad.

The involution of Xianmen is once again intensified.

This has resulted in a huge contradiction in the education of immortals far exceeding the level of resources. Faced with this cruel reality, many monks with good talents had no choice but to die with regrets.

"Ha ha!"

Li Junhao put his hands on his hips and laughed: "From now on, the two of us will be the top two heroes of Rongcheng. If anyone dares to disobey, the two of us will kill and beat them up."

"OK."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

He glanced at Jiang Yuan, who had just reached the late stage of Qi training, and suppressed the thought of comparing and preaching.

"Grandpa..."

He came to his grandparents, held his grandfather's wrinkled orange peel-like hands, and remained silent.

Even though the soul, which was as huge as a golden elixir, tried their best to suppress, everyone still felt a faint sense of sadness and reluctance spreading, and their emotions were aroused.

Even Li Junhao, who was in the Foundation Establishment realm, couldn't resist at all. His eyes turned red and he couldn't restrain himself.

Lin Wanqiu, who was already a late-stage qi-training monk, looked at each other and his brother Lin Yong, sighed slightly, and the festive smiles he forcibly pretended dimmed.

"Dingding, don't cry."

"You are such a big person."

Mr. Lin Gang lovingly caressed his little grandson, who was in his fifties. He still looked like a sixteen-year-old boy, exactly the same as he had years ago.

"I heard that reincarnation exists in the world."

"Maybe a few years later, your grandma and I will enter reincarnation. Thousands and tens of thousands of years later, Tianjun Jiang Ding will still be alive in the world. Maybe we can meet again?"

"Yes, Dingding."

Grandma looked at her little grandson and touched his head.

"Well, we will meet again."

Jiang Ding lowered his head.