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Chapter 215 How could future Tianjun’s mother be ordinary and mediocre?

"Sister, when will you wake up?"

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

Naturally, he would not think that an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl could see through the cycle of life and death and then smile freely without any worries.

It's nothing more than studying too hard, wanting to escape, and covering myself up with a layer of reasonable reasons.

This is normal.

After years of studying and only one hour of rest time a day, many people's willpower has collapsed and they are unbearable and want to escape. This is in line with human nature.

But it’s not in line with cultivating immortality!
If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. You can only watch your lifespan come to an end.

"There is no way."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

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

But if you don’t want to study, there is no way.

"Take her to a nursing home to see her and do some community volunteering?"

"Or maybe a hospital, a funeral home, seeing life and death?"

"battlefield……"

Jiang Ding had many ideas in his mind, but he was not optimistic about the outcome.

So many Jindan Zhenren and Yuanying Zhenjun have children who are useless, don’t they know these methods?

But that's what it turned out to be.

"try your best."

Jiang Ding shook his head and signed her up for a course to improve and relax her mind. There were professional teachers there who could provide psychological counseling.

no matter what the result is,

As long as he does not violate the laws of the Immortal Sect, he will provide the best conditions for his relatives.

……

The train started and stopped.

After counting 10 minutes, Jiang Ding returned to his familiar hometown.

"The first 16 years of life..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were filled with sadness, and he walked along the streets one by one. Every corner, every brick and stone could make him stop for a long time.

Before I knew it, I walked to the door of my house.

Feeling a little uneasy, I took out the key I had always carried with me and opened the door gently.

tidy.

This was Jiang Ding's first impression of his home.

desolate.

This is the second firm impression, deeply imprinted in my heart.

After a long silence, he walked into his home and touched the window gently, his hands covered with dust.

His consciousness unfolded and he looked at the place where he had lived for a long time in detail.

Except for the sofa, dining table, bedroom, and toilet, all the places were covered with a thin layer of dust. No one had walked through it for an unknown period of time.

It's completely different from eight years ago.

"Mom, how have you spent these years?"

Jiang Ding said with complicated eyes.

This is the first time that I have left my hometown and lived alone, and so has my mother. It is the first time in so many years that I have been alone. Even in the most difficult and difficult times, I have been with her.

I still have cultivation as a companion.

When her sister leaves, she has nothing.

Boom!
The sound of a pocket hitting the floor.

Lin Wanqiu appeared at the door without knowing when, staring blankly at the boy by the window.

"Mom, long time no see."

Jiang Ding smiled.

Call ~
Lin Wanqiu ran over like a gust of wind and hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to tighten him into her arms.

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

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

"I want to surprise you."

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

Eight years is the time for many immortal cultivators to practice at once.

"No one is like you. He hasn't changed at all in eight years. He's like a goblin."

Lin Wanqiu rolled her eyes: "For a mediocre mortal like me, eight years is already a long time, right? It's enough to get married, have children, and take the children to kindergarten."

"Mom is not ordinary."

Jiang Ding smiled, and there seemed to be the sound of clanging swords.

"How can the genius of the Immortal Sect's swordsmanship, the future cultivator of gods, and the mother of Tianjun Jiang Ding be an ordinary and mediocre person?"

Lin Wanqiu chuckled, amused by him.

"It's all right, it's all for Jiang Dingtianjun!"

After he calmed down, he remembered the meat and vegetables he had just bought at the door. He quickly picked them up and complained: "Surprise, what a surprise. I bought less meat and vegetables. I have to go to the supermarket again. How long do you have to stay this time?" "

"Half a year."

"Half a year?!!"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head, surprise flashed across her face, and then she grabbed Jiang Ding's ear: "You say it again?"

"It's been half a year and I haven't been dropped out of school. No one will drop me out. I won't delay my cultivation."

Jiang Ding explained briefly.

This is true. You can return to the second-level top-level spiritual veins at any time. There is no way to delay your cultivation.

In terms of absorbing and learning new immortal knowledge and turning it into foundation, without the help of teachers, the efficiency will be greatly reduced. The original plan was to only stay for two months.

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

"The monastic department has a semester every five years. It's normal to take half a year off. Don't confuse it with the ordinary department, mom."

"Really?"

"real."

"That's all right."

Thanks to the good impression he had established before, Lin Wanqiu believed it. The smile on his face was instantly more beautiful than the flowers, and he lowered his ears.

"There's no need to buy vegetables. I have a small appetite."

Jiang Ding's consciousness moved.

The meat and vegetables in Lin Wanqiu's hands flew out of his hands and spontaneously flew into the kitchen. He took out the kitchen knife and cut the meat on the cutting board. He also cut onions and ginger into sections.

There were also seven or eight small tornadoes that appeared, like a vacuum cleaner, sucking up dust bit by bit on the floor and tables, and various changes occurred quickly in the house.

"I didn't see your sword. Is this divine consciousness?"

Lin Wanqiu was surprised.

"Are you surprised? Mom."

Jiang Ding said casually: "It has taken so long for the future monks to transform into gods. It is strange that they have magic power and spiritual consciousness."

"Yes, I understand, cultivator."

Lin Wanqiu looked like she was coaxing a child.

More than ten minutes later, steaming stir-fried shredded pork with celery and cold cucumbers were brought to the table, and even the rice was heated and matured using electromagnetic power within a few minutes.

Distribute dishes, chopsticks, and pour water.

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

Over the years, she has become adept at engraving semi-magical artifacts and has become a workshop leader, receiving a considerable salary increase.

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

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

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

"It's not bad. You can get [-] or [-] points in the exam, which is about the same as your first semester in the third year of high school... but your martial arts qualifications are worse, and you couldn't learn it later. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just curious."

After the meal, Jiang Ding's mind moved, and the pots and pans were automatically washed and the house was cleaned.

The two of them were watching TV together.

When he was halfway through, Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, instinctively falling into a state of cultivation.

"You..."

Lin Wanqiu smiled to herself and did not go downstairs for a walk after dinner as usual. She held up her cheeks and looked quietly at the boy who claimed to be the future king and always looked 16 years old.

(End of this chapter)