A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Except for retreats and other things, Jiang Ding basically goes home once a week.

The people around him, whether they were children or old people, he had watched all grow up. From babies to now, except for the foundation-building monks, without exception, they were all familiar people.

"Stop being naughty and get up."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, and everyone around him bowed and saluted, and even some guys who tried to kneel were helped up by him.

"Grandpa Jiang, long time no see..."

An old man and the old guys around him shouted in unison, with a very tacit understanding.

"Um?"

Jiang Ding looked at them helplessly, a few habitual offenders.

With a wave of his hand, pills full of spiritual energy flew in all directions and landed in the hands of everyone around him.

Jing Ling Dan, a mortal level elixir, can replenish qi and blood, nourish the body, and improve some martial arts qualifications. A large number of them are specially customized to comfort children.

"Hello, brother Jiang!"

This group of old men shouted with a smile.

"Li Jinsan, you are still as bad as you were when you were a kid!"

"And the same goes for you."

Jiang Ding laughed and cursed.

These old men touched their heads in embarrassment.

The main reason is that I have my own grandchildren and children watching, so I feel a little restrained. Otherwise, I am not affected at all. I have been used to it since I was a child.

After filing through the crowd, we came to the center of the banquet, where everyone from the entire family was present.

Lin Wanqiu, Jiang Yuan, and Lin Yuanwang are all Foundation Establishment monks. They are over a hundred years old, which is quite common among Foundation Establishment monks. Not surprisingly, they cannot be called old or young.

The rest are naturally some juniors.

The children of Jiangyuan, a boy and a girl.

Maybe it's a bit inappropriate to call it this way.

The two of them are now almost eighty years old. The younger sister successfully built the foundation more than ten years ago. She looks like she is in her forties or fifties. She is married and has two children. Her husband is a monk at the ninth level of Qi training.

The elder brother looks like a typical 80-year-old man.

He has gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and dark brown skin. He has six children, all in their forties or fifties, and eleven or two grandchildren, all in their twenties and thirties. Half of them are married and their children are three or four years old.

The forty or fifty people in the crowded circle around him were basically the descendants of Jiang Yuan and their wives and husbands.

If in another hundred or two hundred years, there is a core, reproduction and expansion to hundreds of thousands of people will be easy, there will be no difficulty.

"Ding Ding, come here quickly!"

Lin Wanqiu greeted: "The chef at this banquet is very good. This crystal bun is crystal clear. Except for the inferior ingredients, it is more delicious than yours."

"Forehead……"

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he was called by his nickname this time and quickly sat down next to him.

"Brother Wang, Sister He, how are Xiaohe's grades in college?"

Jiang Ding quickly changed the subject abruptly and looked at Lin Yuanwang's family.

Forty-four years ago, Lin Yuanwang married a foundation-building female cultivator and gave birth to a daughter more than 20 years ago. She has four spiritual roots and is named Lin Xiaohe. She is now taking classes in the Monastic Department of Qianling University.

As soon as he said this, a round-faced girl couldn't help but glare at him.

"The results are not very good, and I am in the process of trying to switch to Dharma-level exercises."

Lin Yuanwang was a little helpless when he heard this: "Except for You, everyone in our family seems to have average understanding. Jiang Yuan is like this, and Xiaoyun is like this. It's really a ghost."

"It's okay. If you study more, you might suddenly become enlightened."

Jiang Ding comforted.

After a brief sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he found that Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan were both in the middle stage of foundation building, and so was Lin Yuanwang, but they were quite close to the late stage of foundation building. Xiaoyun was Jiang Yuan's daughter, in the early stage of foundation building.

The qualifications and understanding are quite different, and without a great opportunity, there is basically no hope of a golden elixir.

"Stop talking about this."

"Today is a happy day for you to be promoted to a golden elixir monk."

Lin Yuanwang sighed: "Although I had a premonition that this day would come, but when it actually comes, it still feels a bit dreamy."

"If my grandparents were still here, my dad and mom were still here, I don't know how happy I would be."

He said a little sadly.

People's adaptability is very strong.

Many years ago, he could not accept it and even had the idea of ​​committing suicide. He felt that life was boring, but as time passed, he slowly accepted the reality.

"yes."

Jiang Ding also sighed.

"How has Xiaoyuan been doing these past few years?"

Jiang Ding asked casually.

After Jiang Yuan was promoted to Foundation Establishment, he spent some time changing his appearance. Now he has regained his youthful and beautiful appearance of thirty-four years old. He can also concentrate on cultivation, endure loneliness, and become diligent.

After all, they are all over a hundred years old and have experienced a lot.

"Of course it's good, bro!"

Jiang Yuan looked at the little brother in front of him and said excitedly: "After building the foundation, I feel much younger. Many things have become interesting again, as if I am alive for the second time."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding was really pleased.

The two closest relatives in the world, the people who grew up together, are still alive by my side, which is more precious than anything else.

After a while, everyone around came over to congratulate them. Jiang Ding responded with a smile one by one with a very polite and equal etiquette, without any intention of looking down on them because of their younger age and lower seniority.

"uncle!"

Someone came forward.

"Hello."

Jiang Ding looked at the woman who looked like Jiang Yuan in front of him with a smile.

"Uncle, I wish you success and hope for eternal life!"

Zhou Yun, Jiang Yuan’s daughter, this early-stage foundation-building monk congratulated him and gritted his teeth: "Can you..."

She paused in her words and stopped talking.

"Can you..."

He hesitated to speak.

"Can you..."

Again, hesitant and undecided.

I don't know why, but I just can't say a few simple words, no matter how hard I make up my mind, no matter how hard I try.

For a long time, he stayed frozen in place.

Finally, Zhou Yun showed a hint of despair and bowed helplessly and backed away.

Seeing this, another nephew, Zhou Xiong, sighed secretly in his heart, with bitterness rising on his cheeks.

He spent more than ten years and asked people to design and polish it many times. He was impeccable in terms of emotion and logic. He swallowed the carefully prepared words, briefly congratulated him, took a bottle of wine, resigned and left, not wanting to stay. it's here.

Among a group of immortal cultivators, his heart hurt.

I should have had a chance, as my martial arts qualifications were top notch.

However, if you are too young, you are too playful, you think you will be young forever, and you waste your good time, and no one can tell you the truth.

Even after reaching the age of fifty or sixty, I begin to truly regret my mistakes and practice martial arts harder and harder, trying to make up for it, but it is useless. The speed of progress cannot keep up with the speed of physical decline.

Simply, I no longer have hope, I hold the bottle of wine all day long, drunkenly dreaming of death, and don't bother to care even if my life span is affected.

As for the dozens of people around who wanted to line up to congratulate, they were politely stopped and told that as long as they had the intention, there was no need to do these formalities.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yuanwang looked at each other and sighed, without any words.

"Mom, I'm begging you, can you do me a favor?"

On the other side, Zhou Yun came to his mother Jiang Yuan, shook her hand, and begged: "The more I practice, the more I feel my limit. If this continues, the later stage of foundation building in this life will be the limit, and there is no other possibility."

"Mom, I don't want to die in more than a hundred years."