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Chapter 855 Returning to hometown again after hundreds of years

After separating from An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding flew into the sky.

For a moment, he felt empty.

Since the first day he entered Qingfeng University hundreds of years ago, he has been accustomed to the existence of True Lord Dinghai and True Lord Killing Souls. Whenever he encounters a problem, he just asks, as if air is as natural as breathing.

Later, the same was true when I met Zhang Junsheng.

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

"Can we still meet after thousands of years?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

At this time, he thought of the power of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.

He once deduced and then said that thousands of years later, the True Lord of the Sun will die at the end of his life and be buried next to the moss-covered tombstone of the high school teacher Guo Kui. The entire adult kendo department students mourned, Xianmen News Broadcast reported , extremely sad and glorious.

"This must be the old thing messing with my mind!"

"If this old thing could really calculate, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace would not be in the situation it is today. It fell from its peak, lost most of its territory, and almost died."

"I think his divination and calculation ability is just a fool's errand."

Jiang Ding thought coldly.

"However, Teacher Guo Kui's tomb does need to be cleaned. 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.

He died in the initial war to open up the Immortal Sect, not pursuing the golden elixir path he wanted. He died in the hands of the Yuanying monks of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, along with many comrades in the Starry Sky Force around him.

Decades have passed since now.

Teacher Zhang Dingjun’s relatives were all gone, so the urn mixed with the bones of his comrades, fragments of battleships and aircraft, and dust from the stars was collected by Jiang Ding and placed in a storage jade pendant.

There are many such monks in the Immortal Sect.

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

Jiang Dingze obtained the suicide note written by teacher Zhang Dingjun before going to the battlefield.

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

Jiang Ding tore apart the space and disappeared.

……

Rongcheng.

It's the same as it was hundreds of years ago, nothing has changed.

Elementary school students were chirping on the bus, office workers were tired after get off work, high school students were carrying heavy schoolbags, and an elderly man came to the kindergarten door to pick up his grandson, with a smile on his face like an orange peel.

A scene of modern urban life.

Jiang Ding was in a daze.

In just over forty years, the impact of the Realm War has completely disappeared among ordinary people, leaving no trace behind. It seems to be a very far away thing, in the long history.

He strolled through this strange yet familiar city, stopping from time to time, his eyes trance-like, comparing it with many things in his memory to see what the similarities and differences were.

The difference is not big.

The layout of the entire 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 anyone, old, middle-aged, young, women, or men, and no one knew him.

No one remembers that hundreds of years ago, a young man was born here. He learned to speak, went to elementary school, middle school, and high school, and then passed the exam to become the number one scholar in the Xianmen. He brought honor to Rongcheng and filled the city with praise. of pride. It is already a strange hometown.

Jiang Ding walked in the lively streets.

Teenagers were laughing and playing around, male and female couples looked at each other shyly, grandfathers were having fun holding their grandchildren, and the sound of advertisements for merchants’ promotions and discounts was noisy.

None of this has anything to do with him. He is like a ghost, wandering in the city of the past.

Following the instinct of the body, I unknowingly arrived at my home in the community.

I don’t even know the neighbors here at all.

No matter how hard you look at them or how hard you try to follow them, you can't find any trace of their childhood playmates. They are completely different.

These people showed curiosity and vigilance towards a young man in green clothes who suddenly appeared near their home, and told their children not to run around.

Many people watched, prepared to call the police immediately if they saw the person who suddenly broke into their community doing anything bad.

Then, they saw the young man in green clothes take out the key with familiarity, enter the elevator, press the floor button, and close the elevator door.

Everything is so natural and unexpected that it feels like it should be.

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

Use the key to open the door to your home.

"A hundred years or two hundred years since you haven't come back?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

As expected, as soon as the door opened, several inches of dust flew into the sky, rushing towards people, making them choking and pungent.

That's good.

If his mother and sister had not entered the Secret Realm of Sleep a hundred 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 number of first- and second-level heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the entire community. The solidity of the community has been enhanced. Now even the homes are feared to be gone and have been demolished long ago.

"I seem to have missed the opportunity to become a demolition household?"

Jiang Ding complained.

After returning home, many melancholy thoughts faded away. The place where I was born and grew up always makes people feel nostalgic.

"Taiqing, let's get to work."

Jiang Ding is familiar with the place and the road.

Keng!
call out!
The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, and the sword energy of destruction surrounded the blue-gold sword body, but did not tear apart the space and the ground. The sword energy was like a tornado, surrounding the sword body and shuttled back and forth in the room, absorbing a lot of energy wherever it went. dust without damaging furniture and electrical appliances.

Many years ago, he refined the first and second levels of heavenly materials and earthly treasures into these furniture, electrical appliances and quilt covers to enhance their sturdiness and toughness, ensuring that they would not be destroyed by time.

No, time is a bit exaggerated. First- and second-order heavenly materials and earthly treasures cannot achieve this.

To be precise, it should be able to sustain no change for four to five hundred years.

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

Jiang Ding, the scumbag, sat and watched Taiqing Feijian busy, cleaning the floor, roof, washing dishes, washing pots and pans, without moving, his mind wandering.

"When I reach the fourth realm of swordsmanship, I will put these covers on all the furniture and quilts. All of them will be attached with the immortal will of sword energy. Even if they are broken, they can be restored."

"In this way, as long as I don't die, the sword energy will not be destroyed and the furniture will not be broken."

"Even if I am no longer here, the sword energy can still exist independently for thousands of years. The shelf life of the furniture is definitely long enough."

Taiqing Feijian worked hard for a while and finally gave his home a new look.

Immediately afterwards, she checked the kitchen and found that there was a slight problem with the range hood and the induction cooker, so she spontaneously exhaled sword energy. The flying sword shrank to the size of a hair and flew in through the gap in the vent to repair it.

From time to time inspiration flashes, just like when welding.

After everything is done, the induction cooker and range hood return to normal.

call out!
Taiqing Feijian opened the window for ventilation, flew out of the window, and flew to the vegetable market to prepare for cooking.

(End of this chapter)