A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 411 Dairi Jianzi’s cheeks are very easy to touch
  Jiang Ding looked down from above.

The community is still decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the flowing water mats remain unchanged. It has been uninterrupted for more than two months, and the cost is negligible for high-level immortal cultivators.

In the middle of the table, there was a large-screen TV. People around it held their breath and could hear a pin drop.

An urgent news break, the host's face glowing red, was announced by a Nascent Soul cultivator himself.

"...On September 11167, 9, Xianmen had its own thirteenth small world, named Ganghan Small World..."

"...At present, there are still many hostile forces remaining in the small community, and the relevant tourism and development applications have not yet been issued. According to the previous practice of the small community, it should return to normal within thirty to seventy years..."

"... All major companies and individuals are welcome to invest..."

"Gang, Han, Jie."

The guests repeated this word over and over in their minds, and were shocked in their hearts. They all looked at the two centenarians in front of the chairman, feeling extremely envious in their hearts.

In the name of a mortal, stand shoulder to shoulder with the God-incarnated Heavenly King!

Countless thousands of years later, as long as the Immortal Sect is still there, or even if the Immortal Sect is no longer there, the name can still spread among the realms and be known to hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

The immortals and great virtues, the eternal wise kings, and the generals and generals of the dynasty since ancient times are just spread from one country to another.

Compared to these two, they are far behind.

"Okay, okay!"

Lin Gang's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his eyes.

"The lives of my wife and I only last a hundred years. In terms of the world, we are as small as the mortal world."

He no longer concealed anything, revealing complex emotions such as fear, fear, attachment, etc. He was not as free and easy as he seemed on the surface.

Really, I can’t see through it!
  It's only more than a hundred years, it's too short, the time for a high-level immortal cultivator to retreat.

Where do you come from to be so pessimistic about life and death?

"dad……"

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong had sore noses.

"Nowadays, there are one or two people who can be passed down to future generations and let future generations know that there were two people like us in the world."

"This life is not in vain."

"This life is not in vain!"

Lin Gang held his wife's hand, his eyes full of tenderness, and he really felt free and easy.

"Jiang Ding!"

someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked up quickly.

A young man in green clothes descended from the sky and walked here step by step, causing everyone to be filled with admiration and excitement, as if they had seen a character from a myth.

"This guy……"

Teachers such as Zhang Dingjun and Guo Kui also came.

They couldn't take their eyes away, and some couldn't believe that this was the student they had taught.

"Grandpa, grandma."

Jiang Ding said softly: "There were some accidents and it took some time, but in the end the result was satisfactory."

Everyone around them breathed stagnantly.

In just a few ordinary words, he seemed to see an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood, with roaring artillery fire, and the corpses of countless immortal cultivators and mortals were scattered with the blood.

"Too dangerous."

Grandma patted his head and scolded: "Safety is the most important thing. What does it matter to us two old guys if we leave our names?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"Well, I know I can't persuade you."

Grandma smiled and looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of her carefully. He was no different from his childhood, with tender and smooth skin.

I couldn't help but become more playful.

He stretched out his hands and pinched his sides, stretching them outwards and shaping them into various shapes.

"When I think of the commander-in-chief of an army of millions, and the many foundation-building monks in the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, I feel so scared that the big sun sword is pinched on the cheek by me, but I can't resist. I feel so fulfilled."

she exclaimed.

"Ha ha!"

The people around him laughed.

"Yes!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes shone, and he took a few steps forward with the urge to give it a try.

She is now in her thirties or forties, standing in front of her brother, just like the older aunt, there is no sense of abruptness in doing such a move, it is very appropriate. Look down with one look.

Jiang Yuan paused, feeling extremely guilty, and looked at the sky as if nothing had happened.

"Squeeze it for me too!"

Lin Wanqiu completely ignored this look. After her grandmother finished squeezing her face, she also stepped forward and pinched her face. She also touched her head and nodded her nose. After a long time, she sighed with satisfaction.

"Is it really that easy to pinch?"

"This is the Great Sun Sword!"

Lin Gang and his aunt were also very moved. Regardless of Jiang Ding's struggle, they gave it a good squeeze.

There were people around who were also moved and wanted to step forward, but were pulled down by relatives nearby and gave a stern warning.

High-level monks are not beings who can be bullied.

This is an extremely dangerous move. It is common for high-level immortal cultivators to react instinctively with their spell shields and turn their bodies into blood mist.

No matter how strict the laws of the immortal sect are, they will not protect mortals who actively provoke high-level immortal cultivators, and their death will be in vain.

After some fun, everyone took their seats, ate, chatted, and made common sense. The sad atmosphere just now was diluted a lot.

"Do you definitely have a girlfriend?"

Grandma put a piece of green bamboo shoots in her grandson's bowl and asked.

"No."

"Then you have to hurry up, you are not young anymore."

Grandma said earnestly: "Don't talk about raising children to protect yourself from old age. When you have children by your side, you can have a lot of fun and your life will be much more exciting."

"Grandma, I'm still very young, so I'm not in a hurry."

Jiang Ding emphasized.

The age of the immortal cultivator changes dynamically, the foundation is the same and the golden elixir is the same.

If we look at Jin Dan's lifespan, he is only eight or nine years old now. He has not yet grown up or matured, and is far from the age to get married and have children.

"mom."

Lin Wanqiu chuckled: "People say he is sixteen years old, so don't worry."

"Okay, I don't know about immortal cultivators."

Grandma said helplessly.

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is Jiang Yuan? Are you sixteen?"

Grandma asked again.

"This is not."

Jiang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of food and no longer avoided the topic as before: "I plan to get married in two or three years. He is the boy you met last time. Like me, he is a late-stage Qi practitioner."

"We will also settle in Rongcheng after we get married."

Lin Wanqiu secretly sent a photo to Jiang Ding's mobile phone.

"That's it. The young man is pretty good. He graduated from the monastic department of Qianling University and is a late-stage monk in Qi training."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept away.

He is a very handsome boy, in his thirties or forties, who has always continued Jiang Yuan's face-control style.

Judging from the photos, the other party should be in his thirties or forties, one or twenty years younger than Jiang Yuan. This age is the right age for marriage and childbirth for Qi Practitioners.

"Yeah, nice guy."

Jiang Ding nodded without paying too much attention.

My sister is fifty-one years old this year. She can make her own decisions about her own affairs. She needs to experience the ups and downs of life by herself and make her own choices. No matter how good outsiders' suggestions are, they are just suggestions.

In addition,

Whether it is his sister's husband or her children, he will never have close contact with them.

In order to avoid having strong feelings and experiencing the pain of life and death again dozens or hundreds of years later.

"That's fine."

Grandma showed a look of relief: "Looking from a distance, Ding Ding, you are the youngest among the three of you. I don't want you to be the first to get married. Grandma wants to have a grandson!"

Mr. Lin Gang was filled with admiration.

Everyone talked for a while after the meal, then dispersed to find their old friends.

"Teacher Zhang Dingjun and the others are also old..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly in his heart, picked up a cup of tea, and walked to the teachers' table.

(End of this chapter)