Chapter 303

Clang!

Back home, the Taiqing flying sword vibrated with a hum.

Then... it familiarly transformed into a blue light, flying up and down, cleaning, taking out the trash, cooking, stir-frying...

Everything was complete; it knew how to do everything.

It hadn't forgotten its craft just because it had reached Foundation Establishment.

From time to time, because it lacked soy sauce, vinegar, oil, salt, green onions, cilantro, etc., it would pick up Immortal Sect paper currency and fly out, returning within a dozen breaths, bringing the things back, washing them, and adding them to the still-steaming stir-fry pot.

"... Long time no see, this little tree is still so virtuous."

Jiang Yuan watched with shining eyes, wishing she could immediately invent a substitute, living a happy life every day where she only needed to open her mouth to be fed.

A dozen minutes later,

five steaming dishes and one soup, and a pot of wood-spirit wheat rice were dragged to the dining table by the Taiqing flying sword. After setting the bowls and chopsticks, it turned into a blue-gold little tree the size of a basketball and lay quietly in a corner of the living room.

"The taste is okay."

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

Having not cooked for so many years, his craft hadn't regressed.

Because his spiritual sense was becoming more and more vast and precise, he had even improved a lot; at least it was much better than what the boss at the roadside stall made.

"Let's eat."

Jiang Ding served rice for the two of them.

After the family finished eating, they went for their usual walk, greeting and chatting with neighbors they hadn't seen for many years.

Twenty years passed, many people were still there, many old people had already entered reincarnation, and they had gotten to know many new neighbors again.

It felt quite like a lifetime ago.

After digesting their food, the family gathered together to watch TV.

The content, however, was not the cartoons from before, but some urban ethical dramas, which were even more outside Jiang Ding's aesthetic range. After watching for a few glances, his eyes closed slightly, and he entered a cultivation state.

"So many years, you guy really haven't changed at all."

Jiang Yuan complained, looked at Lin Wanqiu, and continued to focus her attention on the TV, which seemed to be a rare shared hobby, concentrating intently.

"Time to sleep."

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

Inside, nothing had changed at all.

It was still the way it looked twenty years ago when he left home to study in the Immortal Capital; even the positions of the computer and mouse hadn't changed, and the charger and data cable on the bedside table were still there.

"Twenty years..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were dazed.

It seemed that these twenty years were just a dream; he was still a high school student at Rongcheng No. 1 High School, working hard for the college entrance exam, his mother was working at the Rongcheng Steel Plant, and his sister had just started junior high school.

He had never left his hometown.

After a long while, he woke up, sat on the bed, took off his clothes and shoes, pulled up the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Without much effort, he let go of his thoughts of cultivation.

He entered dreamland.

At six o'clock in the morning, he woke up again, rummaged through his storage jade pendant to find a long sword, practiced the "Fledgling Eagle Taking Off Sword Technique" in the park for over an hour, and returned home covered in sweat.

Lin Wanqiu was making breakfast.

Jiang Yuan had just woken up; she didn't sleep in, but she still couldn't find her shoes, calling for Mom this and Mom that, causing Lin Wanqiu to complain about her again.

"Study hard."

Finally, Jiang Ding sent them to school and gave a word of advice, which led to his forehead being patted by Lin Wanqiu.

Jiang Yuan's school procedures had already been handled yesterday.

In short, as long as she wanted to learn, there would be enough conditions for her to learn.

Time passed day by day like this.

Jiang Ding didn't know why he was so attached to this life from twenty years ago, happily cooking, practicing in the morning, cultivating in between, going to see Grandpa in the hospital room every day, and living every day very fully.

Before he knew it, several months passed.

Before he knew it, a year passed.

Before he knew it, two years passed.

Before he knew it, three years passed.

He was still in this state of focused concentration.

"Dingding, you seem to have something, right? I remember."

At the dining table, Lin Wanqiu put down her bowl and asked with confusion.

"Is there?"

Jiang Ding asked with a smile.

"There is... no... there is..."

A look of confusion appeared in Lin Wanqiu's eyes, and she asked Jiang Yuan: "Did your brother forget something important?"

"I don't think so."

Jiang Yuan was holding a language textbook, eating while reading; recently, she seemed to have learned a lot, and said casually: "What could he have? He doesn't have to work, and he doesn't have to go to school... go to school... school..."

She thought of something and subconsciously bypassed it.

"In short, what could he have? Mom, don't think about it, come and recite the language textbook with me."

"That's true."

Lin Wanqiu thought for a while, felt it made a lot of sense, and continued to eat.

One month later.

The Spring Festival was approaching.

Uncle's family and the grandparents came to visit; everyone set off firecrackers, made dumplings, pasted couplets, killed chickens and ducks, and worshipped their ancestors, praying for everything to go smoothly after the New Year.

Everyone had their own division of labor, and it was extremely lively.

"My dad told me to come here, what was it for?"

Lin Yuanwang was burning incense to worship his ancestors when he suddenly revealed a look of struggle and took a piece of paper out of his pocket, but it was blurry and unclear; no matter what, he couldn't see the handwriting clearly, as if it were covered by a thick layer of white fog.

He tried his best to operate his late-stage Qi Refining spiritual sense, and finally, he saw two words clearly.

"... learn... go..."

"What is 'learn go'?"

Lin Yuanwang muttered to himself, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind: "It is go..."

Clang!

With a sound of a sword hum, a terrifying azure shining sun suppressed down, and his soul felt as if it had been struck by lightning; a terrifying feeling of hidden death struck, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood sprayed onto the incense pile, burning with a sizzling sound.

After a long while.

"I came here for nothing, just for the New Year."

Lin Yuanwang said woodenly.

Around him, Uncle, Aunt, and Grandparents were all busy with their own things; no one noticed his abnormality.

No one noticed the bloodstain on the ground and looked over here.

Until he returned to normal.

"Brother Yuanwang, come over and pluck the duck feathers; my innate true qi can't control it."

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

"Alright!"

Lin Yuanwang responded, staggered over, and used the wind blade technique to deal with the duck feathers. His internal organs were in severe pain, affecting the casting of the technique, and it was intermittent from time to time, but he still firmly completed the whole process of plucking the duck feathers.

Crackle!

Boom! Boom!

At twelve o'clock at night, opening the wealth door, the sound of firecrackers and the fireworks of flames flew into the sky, one after another, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was thick.

Just like the New Year of the year before many years ago, when he was about to go to school.

A youth in green clothes thought lightly.

"Which year?"

His brows furrowed, revealing a look of struggle: "Which year? I seem to have forgotten something?"

"Forget it, I haven't forgotten anything."

His brows relaxed.

"No matter which year, it is very good now. Mom is by my side, sister is by my side, the people I care about are all by my side, just like those happy days many years ago. What else is there to think about?"

"Accompanying Mom, accompanying sister, aging together, aging..."

The bonsai-shaped blue-gold little tree flickered slightly and then sank down.

It hadn't moved for a long time.

It didn't even cook or do housework; its body was covered in dust and ignored by everyone.

There were no foreign enemies,

what was the sword going out to do?

It could only sink down.

(End of chapter)