MTL - Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation-Chapter 2024 ten years

The night is deep, and there are occasional firecrackers in the distance.

Heading back to the medicine shop against the wind and snow, Jiang Tian sat by the stove, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Dozens of low-grade spars are a lot of money for mortals.

But to the monk, it was like dung, and he wouldn't even look at it.

He picked up a glass of fruit wine, took a sip, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Although mortals are weak and small, sometimes the spirit that shines on them is even more precious.

Just think of the Tie Niu couple. They worked hard for Ahu to grow up. They were humble and even borrowed money with a little scheming in order to marry their children and inherit the family.

However, this is precisely their precious place, in any case, their blood continues.

Ahu has no talent for cultivation, but perhaps there will be geniuses in Ahu's offspring, allowing his blood to multiply and prosper further.

Time is hurried, and another three years have passed.

Ahu married the girl from Wang's family at the grain and oil store and had a big fat boy. Ahu's mother became a grandmother as she wished, holding her grandson and teasing her all day long, hearty laughter spread throughout the alley.

Ahu grew his beard and opened a blacksmith's shop. Unlike his old man, he was not as adventurous as his hunting. The iron cow did not go out of the city to hunt in the mountains, so he laid hands on his son.

In good times, I can receive some orders from Luo Yingzong and earn more than his dad's hunting.

It's just that, their family's leisure time is reduced, and they are dinging all day long.

Only after the store concerned, did Ahu have time to drag his tired body, carrying a jug of fruit wine, to Jiang Tian's place, to see him see a doctor and take medicine.

Ahu’s body may be the reason for ironing in the past few years. It has become stronger and stronger, and his muscles are cast like copper and iron. The young man in his twenties, even in the winter, just wears a thin shirt and doesn’t feel cold at all. .

It's just that the wrinkles on his parents' faces gradually increased.

Jiang Tian's appearance has also changed over the past ten years. He does not seem to be a young man anymore, but is in middle age. His face gradually has a few wrinkles and his temples are white.

This is his deliberate use of magic. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed a little in ten years, then it will be an incredible thing for the kind and simple neighbors around him.

In the next three years, Huang Linger came to Jiang Tian, ​​and gradually more.

I have to come almost every month.

It's just that she is much more meticulous now than before.

Her cultivation has entered the middle stage of Yuan Ying, and she has become the head of the Outer Sect Medicine Refining Hall of Luoyingzong.

Coming to Jiang Tian's side is also a business trip to buy medicinal materials, which makes sense.

In addition, she will also "point and teach" Jiang Tian some refining methods to make Jiang Tian superb and logical in refining medicine.

Even if the great power above the nine heavens looked at Huang Ling'er a few times, he wouldn't notice the slightest abnormality.

In the late autumn of this year, a few crooked-necked willow trees on both sides of the street were blown by the wind, and the yellow leaves slowly fell off with the rustling noise, and were sent far away by the wind, becoming rootless leaves.

Throughout the street, falling leaves could be seen everywhere, and Jiang Tian walked out of the shop.

He was wearing thick clothes, a leather cap on his head, depressed low, his waist slightly buckled, his hands in his sleeves, a hip flask in his arms, and his body exuded a faint smell of wine and bitter medicine. The fragrant mixed taste, with a touch of shivering feeling.

At this time, if any citizens or deceased of the Eastern Empire saw Jiang Tian, ​​they would definitely not recognize him. He was the master of Siqing, who was so powerful, murdered countless, and **** hands.

Even some monks who have fought with him are absolutely unrecognizable.

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At this time, he seemed to be no different from a mortal. This was not a similarity in appearance, but a divine resemblance, and there was no difference even in his bones and thinking.

After ten years of transforming into a mortal, Jiang Tian has completely become a mortal.

He now has white temples, mediocre features, and a slightly old face.

Moreover, with the leisurely ease of giving up hard work that is very common in ordinary middle-aged people, there is no difference between middle-aged mortals who have been busy all their lives and run into walls, and finally settled in the status quo.

There is just one thing, he is slightly different from mortals.

That is his eyes, black and white, without any variegated color, with a hint of bright light, which makes him look extraordinary.

In the next three years, Jiang Tian did not meditate once or practiced once.

Out of the shop, there was a breeze on his face, with the chill of autumn, Jiang Tian tightened his neckline, closed the door of the shop, and then walked slowly towards the distance.

At this moment, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron shop opposite, carrying a bucket of waste charcoal in his hand. He saw Jiang Tian immediately after leaving the shop, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Jiang, go and listen again. Tell me?"

Jiang Tian turned around, took out the hip flask from his arms, raised it, and said with a smile: "Ahu, it's almost done!"

The young man responded, put the charcoal in his hand aside, and hurriedly walked into the shop.

Not long after, he ran over with a hip flask, filled Jiang Tian with fruit wine, his eyes showed concern, and said:

"Uncle Jiang, you are getting old, this wine, drink less, just drink it and warm your body."

"Uncle Youpu!"

Jiang Tian smiled and nodded, took the hip flask, patted Ahu on the shoulder, turned and left slowly.

Ahu looked at Jiang Tian's back with a bitterness in his heart.

In the past ten years, the omnipotent Uncle Jiang in his eyes has grown a lot older.

He still remembers the uncle Jiang from ten years ago, with his heroic face and the shining eyes like stars.

He always remembered that Uncle Jiang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and marry a wife who was waiting for him.

However, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Jiang Tian's wife has never been seen.

In this regard, he did not ask again.

Perhaps the aunt who had never met is the daughter of a big family.

You know, Uncle Jiang has already made a lot of money, and has sold Dexi Teahouse, but it's still not enough.

And she is already married to another woman!

"In the past few years, his daughter and the servant named Da Hei have not come back to accompany him. Uncle Jiang must be very uncomfortable. He has only drank so much wine every day!"

Ahu sighed and turned back to the shop.

His father is also a bit old, and now he is the main job of the shop.

Even after closing the shop, there are still many things to do. The habit of visiting Jiang Tian for medical treatment and medicine that he developed in his youth is no longer possible.

It's just that every few days, take some time to accompany this lonely Uncle Jiang.

The boundless wood fell down, and the wind was so cold. Jiang Tian walked slowly along with his sleeves. Sometimes he would stop chatting when he met acquaintances.

After a while, Jiang Tian finally came to Dexi Teahouse at the corner of the street.