A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

After parting with An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding flew in the sky.

For a moment, he felt empty in his heart.

Since the first day he entered Qingfeng University hundreds of years ago, he had been accustomed to the existence of Dinghai Zhenjun and Luling Zhenjun. Whenever he encountered a problem, he would ask them, as if it was as natural as air and breathing.

Later, it was the same when he met Zhang Junsheng.

Now, these things that were taken for granted disappeared in an instant.

"Can we meet again thousands of years later?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

At this time, he thought of the great power of Xuanwu Tiangong.

He had deduced and said that thousands of years later, Da Ri Zhenjun would die of old age and be buried next to the moss-covered tombstone of his high school class teacher, Mr. Guo Kui. The students of the entire adult kendo department mourned, and the Xianmen News Network broadcast the news, with the utmost honor.

"This must be the old guy who disturbed my mind!"

"If this old guy could really calculate, Xuanwu Tiangong would not have fallen to this point today, falling from the peak, losing most of the territory, and almost dying."

"I think his ability to divination and calculation is just a mess."

Jiang Ding thought coldly.

"However, Teacher Guo Kui's tomb does need to be cleaned up. There are still people in this world who have not forgotten him."

"And Teacher Zhang Dingjun..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ding sighed.

Teacher Zhang Dingjun passed away.

Dying in the first Xianmen pioneering war, he did not pursue the golden elixir he wanted, and died at the hands of Xuanwu Tiangong Yuanying cultivators, along with many of his comrades in the starry sky troops.

It has been decades since now.

Teacher Zhang Dingjun's relatives are gone, so the urn mixed with the bones of his comrades, the fragments of warships and fighter planes, and the starry sky dust was received by Jiang Ding and placed in the storage jade pendant.

There are many such cultivators in the Xianmen.

If no one claims them after a period of time, the remains of these martyrs will be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery outside Xiandu, together with many comrades-in-arms.

Jiang Dingze received the suicide note written by teacher Zhang Dingjun before he went to the battlefield.

He said that if he died in battle, he hoped to be buried in his hometown Rongcheng, next to his parents.

Jiang Ding tore the space and disappeared.

…

Rongcheng.

As always, just like hundreds of years ago, there is no change.

Primary school students chattering on the bus, office workers tired after get off work, high school students carrying heavy schoolbags, old people coming to the kindergarten gate to pick up their grandchildren, with orange peel-like faces smiling.

A scene of modern urban life.

Jiang Ding was a little dazed.

In just over forty years, the impact of the boundary war has completely disappeared among ordinary people, leaving no trace, as if it was a very distant thing, in the long history.

He strolled in this strange and familiar city, stopping from time to time, his eyes dazed, comparing it with many things in his memory, what are the similarities and differences.

The difference is not big.

The whole city is almost the same as it has been for hundreds of years, without any changes.

It’s just that the people in it…

Jiang Ding was sad.

In this hometown, among the hundreds of thousands of people in the city, he didn’t know any old people, middle-aged people, young people, women, or men, and no one knew him.

No one remembered that hundreds of years ago, there was a boy who was born here, learned to speak, went to elementary school, middle school, and high school, and then passed the imperial examination to become the champion of the immortal gate, which brought honor to Rongcheng and made the whole city proud.

It is already a strange hometown.

Jiang Ding walked in the bustling streets.

The surrounding teenagers laughed and played, the male and female couples looked at each other shyly, the grandfather held his grandson happily, and the advertisements of the merchants’ promotional discounts were noisy.

All this had nothing to do with him. He was like a ghost, wandering in the city of the past.

Following the instinct of his body, he came to his home in the community unknowingly.

The neighbors here were completely unfamiliar.

No matter how hard he looked, no matter how he forced himself to associate them, he could not find a trace of his childhood playmates in them. They were completely different.

These people showed curiosity and vigilance towards the young man in blue who suddenly appeared near their homes, and told their children not to run around.

Many people watched, ready to call the police immediately if they saw this person who suddenly broke into their community do something bad.

Then, they saw the young man in blue took out the key familiarly, walked into the elevator, pressed the floor, and closed the elevator door.

Everything happened naturally and subconsciously, making people feel that it should be like this.

The neighbors who have lived here for a long time couldn't help but be stunned.

Use the key to open the door.

"Hasn't been back for a hundred years, or two hundred years?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

As expected, as soon as the door opened, several inches of dust flew all over the sky, rushing towards people, choking people.

This is considered good.

If it weren't for the fact that his mother and sister entered the secret realm of deep sleep one or two hundred years ago, Jiang Ding had a premonition that he might not come back for a long time, so he refined a large amount of first- and second-level natural materials and treasures into the entire community to enhance the solidity of the community. Now even his home is probably gone and has been demolished long ago.

"I seem to have missed the chance to become a demolition household?" Jiang Ding complained. After returning home, many melancholy thoughts faded a little. The place where one was born and grew up always makes people feel nostalgic. "Taiqing, let's get to work." Jiang Ding said familiarly. Clang! Whoosh!

The Taiqing flying sword flew out, and the sword energy of destruction surrounded the blue and gold sword body, but did not tear the space and the ground. The sword energy was like a breeze tornado, surrounding the sword body and shuttling back and forth in the house, absorbing a lot of dust wherever it went, but did not damage the furniture and electrical appliances.

Many years ago, he refined these furniture and electrical appliances into first- and second-level natural treasures to enhance their firmness and toughness, ensuring that they would not be annihilated by time.

No, time is a bit exaggerated, and first- and second-level natural treasures cannot do this.

To be precise, it should be able to support four or five hundred years without change.

"I remember that the fourth realm of swordsmanship is called immortality?"

Jiang Ding sat like a scumbag and watched the Taiqing flying sword busy, cleaning the floor, the roof, washing dishes, and washing pots and pans. He did not move, and his mind was wandering.

"When I reach the fourth level of the sword, I will cover all the furniture with these, and add the immortal will of sword energy to all of them. Even if they are broken, they can be restored."

"In this way, as long as I am not dead, the sword energy will not be destroyed, and the furniture will not be broken."

"Even if I am gone, the sword energy can still exist independently for thousands of years. The shelf life of the furniture is definitely enough."

Taiqing Feijian was busy for a while and finally made the house look brand new.

Then, she checked the kitchen and found that the range hood and induction cooker had some minor problems. She spontaneously swallowed and exhaled sword energy, and the flying sword shrank to the size of a hair, and flew into the gap of the vent to repair it.

From time to time, the spiritual light flashed, just like electric welding.

After everything was done, the induction cooker and range hood returned to normal.

Whoosh!

Taiqing Feijian opened the window to ventilate, flew out of the window by itself, flew to the vegetable market, and prepared to cook.