Chapter 212

"Sister, when will you wake up?"

After sending Jiang Yuan away, Jiang Ding flew in the sky alone, and for a long time, sighed.

Naturally, he wouldn't think that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl could see through the cycle of life and death, and then smile freely without any knots in her heart.

It was nothing more than studying being too bitter, wanting to escape, and covering herself with a reasonable reason.

This is normal.

Studying year after year, with only one hour of rest a day, many people's willpower collapsed, unable to bear it, wanting to escape, which is in line with human nature.

But it is not in line with immortal cultivation!

If there is none, there is none, and one can only watch one's lifespan reach its end.

"There is no way."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

If resources are not enough, he can provide them. If aptitude is not good, there will be opportunities to change in the future.

But not wanting to study, there is no way.

"Take her to see a nursing home and do community volunteer work?"

"Or a hospital, funeral home, see life and death?"

"Battlefield..."

Many ideas emerged in Jiang Ding's heart, but the results were not very optimistic.

So many Golden Core True Lords and Nascent Soul True Lords have unsuccessful children. Don't they know these methods?

But the result is just like this.

"Try my best."

Jiang Ding shook his head and signed her up for a course to improve and relax her Dao heart, where professional teachers could provide psychological counseling.

No matter what the result is,

without violating the Immortal Sect's laws, he will provide the best conditions for his relatives.

The train started and stopped again.

Dozens of minutes later, Jiang Ding returned to his familiar hometown.

"The first sixteen years of life..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were dazed. He didn't fly, but walked along the street one by one. Every street corner, every brick and stone could make him stop for a long time.

Unknowingly, he walked to the door of his house.

He was a bit uneasy in his heart, took out the key he had been carrying, and opened the door gently.

Neat.

This was the first impression Jiang Ding had when he saw his home.

Desolate.

This was the second firm impression, deeply imprinted in his heart.

After a long silence, he walked into the house, wiped gently by the window, and his hands were full of dust.

Spiritual sense unfolded, looking at the place where he had lived for a long time in detail.

Except for the sofa, dining table, bedroom, and toilet, all places were covered with a thin layer of dust, and no one had walked there for a long time.

Compared with eight years ago, it was completely different.

"Mom, how did you spend these years?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were complex.

He was leaving his hometown for the first time and living alone. Mom was also, for the first time in so many years, alone. Before, no matter how difficult or hard it was, he was with her.

He still had cultivation as a companion.

After his sister left, she had nothing.

Dong!

The sound of the bag hitting the ground.

Lin Wanqiu appeared at the door at some point, looking blankly at the young man by the window.

"Mom, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled.

Whoo~

Lin Wanqiu ran over like a gust of wind, hugging him tightly, as if to squeeze him into her arms.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

After a long time, Lin Wanqiu let go, wiped the tears from her eyes, and scolded with a smile.

"Wanted to give you a surprise."

Jiang Ding smiled, touched Lin Wanqiu's face, looked at her hair, and sighed: "It's only been eight years, Mom looks a bit older."

"It's only been eight years!"

Eight years, the effort of a cultivator's cultivation.

"Who is like you, eight years without any change, like a goblin."

Lin Wanqiu rolled her eyes: "For a mediocre mortal like old mother, eight years is already very long, okay? It's enough for a whole set of getting married, having children, and taking the baby to kindergarten."

"Mom is not mediocre."

Jiang Ding smiled, and there seemed to be a clanging sword sound flashing by.

"The mother of Jiang Ding, the Immortal Sect sword Dao genius and future Soul Transformation cultivator, how could she be a mediocre person?"

Lin Wanqiu laughed, amused by him.

"Saying a set of things, and even Jiang Ding Canghai Tianjun!"

Her emotions calmed down, and then she remembered the meat and vegetables she just bought at the door, and complained: "Surprise my ass, the meat and vegetables are bought too little, and I have to run to the supermarket again. How long are you staying this time?"

"Half a year."

"Half a year?!!"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head, surprise flashed, and then pinched Jiang Ding's ear: "Say it again?"

"Really half a year, not expelled, no one will expel me, cultivation won't be delayed."

Jiang Ding explained simply.

This is true, he can return to the Tier 2 top-grade spirit vein at any time, and cultivation cannot be delayed.

It is just that absorbing and learning new immortal cultivation knowledge and turning it into foundation, lacking the help of teachers, the efficiency will be significantly reduced. The original plan was to stay for only two months.

However, after seeing the white hair and wrinkles on Lin Wanqiu's face, Jiang Ding changed his plan.

"The Daoist Department has a semester every five years, it's normal to have a half-year holiday, don't mix it with the ordinary department, Mom."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then it's fine."

Benefiting from the good impression established before, Lin Wanqiu believed it, and the smile on her face was instantly more beautiful than flowers, letting go of his ear.

"No need to buy vegetables, my appetite is very small."

Jiang Ding's spiritual sense moved.

The meat and vegetables in Lin Wanqiu's hands flew out of her hands, flew into the kitchen spontaneously, the kitchen knife came out of the sheath, cutting meat on the chopping board, and green onions and ginger were also cut into sections and slices.

There were also seven or eight small tornadoes appearing, like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up the dust on the ground and tables bit by bit, and the house changed in various ways.

"Didn't see your sword, is this spiritual sense?"

Lin Wanqiu was surprised.

"Is it very surprising, Mom."

Jiang Ding said casually: "It's strange that a future Soul Transformation cultivator has magic power and spiritual sense after such a long time of technique transition."

"Well, understood, Soul Transformation cultivator."

Lin Wanqiu looked like she was coaxing a child.

More than ten minutes later, steaming celery fried pork shreds and cold cucumber were placed on the table, and even the rice was forcibly heated and cooked in a few minutes with electromagnetic magic power.

Distribute bowls, chopsticks, and pour water.

Jiang Ding said some things he encountered over the years and the people he met, and listened carefully to Lin Wanqiu's experience.

She has improved in semi-magic tool engraving technology over the years and has become a workshop team leader, and her salary has increased a lot.

Although these things have been said many times on the phone before.

"Mom, how were your cultural course grades in high school?"

Jiang Ding ate some rice symbolically, then put down his chopsticks and asked.

"It's okay, I can get four or five hundred points, about the same as your first semester of senior year... it's just that martial arts aptitude is worse, and I couldn't learn it later. Why?"

"Nothing, curious."

After the meal, Jiang Ding's spiritual sense moved, the pots and pans were automatically cleaned, and the house was cleaned up.

The two watched TV together.

Halfway through, Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly and instinctively fell into a state of cultivation.

"You..."

Lin Wanqiu smiled at herself, and didn't go downstairs for a walk after dinner as usual, but propped up her chin, quietly looking at this young man who claimed to be a future Canghai Tianjun and always looked sixteen years old.

(End of chapter)