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 of his 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 gate of the kindergarten 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 distant thing, far away in 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, grandpa was having fun holding his grandson, 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 the home in the community.

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

No matter how closely you look at them or how you forcefully agree with them, you can't find any trace of their childhood playmates. They are completely different.

These people were curious and wary of 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 hadn't 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.

When I returned 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 door and the road.

Keng!

call out!

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.