Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

Jiang Tian laughed dumbly, nodded, and said, "Yes, when uncle makes a lot of money, he will go back and marry a wife."

But I was thinking in my heart that the weddings between him and her in the past and present life were all hasty. If they reunite one day, would they give her a grand wedding?

It doesn’t need to be too big, just blow up a few stars as fireworks and shock the whole universe.

"Where are Beibei and Dahei? Why don't they celebrate the New Year with you?"

Ahu asked.

"They...have something wrong!"

Jiang Tian smiled bitterly.

Jiang Beibei has already begun her first retreat, entering the foundation building realm.

However, this place of retreat is not at home.

Jiang Tian didn't accompany him either, but was guarded by Dahei.

Therefore, he was the only one at home at this time.

"In that case, uncle, come to my house for New Year's Eve dinner..."

Ahu was about to speak.

At this time, his father Tieniu called out from his newly built blacksmith shop diagonally across the street.

Ahu responded quickly and said to Jiang Tian with a bitter face:

"Hey, Uncle Jiang, I have to make iron again." With that, he returned to the iron shop helplessly.

From inside the shop, a few words of scolding from Ahu's father came out.

Jiang Tian took a sip of wine, sat at the door and listened quietly.

At this time, some snowflakes gradually fell from the sky. Slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. The first snow of the year fell from the sky silently.

The temperature suddenly cooled down.

The snowflakes hit Jiang Tian's face and quickly melted into ice water.

Jiang Tian looked up at the dim sky. After a long time, he stretched out his right hand and shook it casually, and the surrounding snowflakes instantly condensed.

Jiang Tian took a deep breath and let go of his right hand. The snowflakes immediately dispersed and floated around again.

This scene happened very quickly, and no pedestrians noticed anything unusual. They just lowered their heads and hurried on.

As the sky gets darker and the lights turn on, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

In the end, there was no one left on the street.

Even the surrounding shops were closed early due to heavy snowfall and the New Year holidays and were no longer open for business.

The family gathered together to keep warm by the stove, eating New Year's Eve dinner, drinking wine, and talking and laughing.

This kind of warmth is not only physical, but also spiritual.

The warmth of the family reunion can drive away any coldness.

Jiang Tian's eyes gradually showed a look of loneliness.

The coldness brought by the snowflakes was really insignificant to him.

But at this time, he looked at the lights in the surrounding shops. Only his shop was dark on the whole street, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

This kind of coldness cannot be driven away by any source of fire, nor can it be compensated by any magical power.

This kind of coldness is the price of understanding the way of heaven and the necessity of understanding life.

If you want to become a god, you must first become a mortal.

But turning into a mortal is easy to say, but in fact it is not that simple.

Jiang Tian now feels lonely.

My parents are hundreds of millions of light-years away from the Milky Way, that little blue planet.

Qing'er is far ahead in the core area of ​​the Central Galaxy, also separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, making it difficult to see her.

It was as if he was floating alone above the Shengyuan Continent, with no old friends in front of him and no one coming after him. Thinking of the long journey between heaven and earth, he cried alone with sadness.

This kind of loneliness, he knew very well, would always haunt him until the day he jumped out of the chess game of fate.

After Jiang Tian was silent for a long time, he staggered to his feet. His whole body seemed to be getting older at this moment.

He slowly cleared away the chairs at the door, returned to the shop, and closed the door gently.

"Can't let go...can't let go..."

Jiang Tian looked at the cold pot and cold stove, and recalled in his mind the scene of his family gathered together and his disciples bustling around in his home, he couldn't help but murmur to himself, his eyes were blank.

When he was cultivating immortality in his last life, he couldn't let go of his relatives.

Even now, after reviving my life, I still can’t let go.

However, this emotion is different from back then.

If you want to become a god, you must first become a mortal. If you truly let go of your family ties and everything, then it will be impossible to transform into a mortal.

"But why let it go?"

A smile of enlightenment appeared on the corner of Jiang Tian's mouth.

The reason why every monk in the Divine Transformation Stage is powerful is not only because of his cultivation, but more importantly, because he has a deeply hidden emotion in his heart.

"Be passionate but not tired!"

Don't cut off all emotions and desires, but don't be distraught because of a short separation or the death of a loved one. You can cry and enjoy feelings, but don't indulge in them.

It is this emotion that allows them to transform into mortals, and through emotion, they can break through the Nascent Soul and reach the realm of divine transformation.

It is precisely because of this obsession that Jiang Tian did not encounter too many setbacks in transforming into a mortal, but gradually felt the feeling of being a mortal.

At this moment, he was immersed in the longing for Qing'er, Ling'er, his parents and his hometown.

He quietly realized this feeling, and the mana in his body began to spin crazily again.

This kind of rotation gradually leaked out of the body. On top of all the medicinal materials in the shop, a trace of spiritual energy suddenly rose up, rotating rapidly with the same kind of fluctuation as the mana in Jiang Tian's body.

Gradually, this spiritual power rotated faster and faster, leaking out of the shop.

The snowflakes falling from the sky also rotated when they landed on the roof of the shop, forming rotating snowflakes that quickly slid around.

The snow is falling more and more silently.

After a long time, Jiang Tian gradually woke up.

He stood up and pushed open the door of the shop. He was greeted by a cold light, mixed with countless cold snowflakes. Jiang Tian looked up at the sky and whispered calmly:

"Become a god, so-and-so, determined to win! No one can use me as a pawn!"

The snowflakes falling from the sky were getting bigger, and a thick layer was piled on the ground.

At this time, the door of the iron shop opposite suddenly opened.

When Ahu and his father were about to go out, they saw Jiang Tian standing opposite and were stunned.

Then Ahu ran a few steps quickly, stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound, came to Jiang Tian, ​​and shouted:

"Uncle Jiang, did you know we were coming?"

So saying, he entered the room and sat down by the fire.

Ahu's father, Tie Niuhan, held a wooden basket with a smile and said to Jiang Tian: "Brothers from the Jiang family, aren't you busy?"

Jiang Tian smiled and stepped aside, saying, "I'm not busy, come in and talk."

The father and son entered the room, opened the lid of the wooden basket, and saw four plates of home-cooked dishes and two pots of fruit wine.

Jiang Tian took a look and looked at Ahu's father with a half-smile.

In the past few years, he had frequent contacts with each other.

This was the first time I saw this cheerful man acting like this. It was obvious that he wanted help from me for something.

"Brother Tiehu, just tell me if you have anything to do."

Jiang Tian said.

Ahu's father hesitated, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly: "It's okay. It's okay."

Ahu looked at the side dishes in the wooden basket. He swallowed and reached inside to grab it.

His father's eyes widened, and Ahu was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I just want to borrow some spar, what's wrong with saying that?"

Ahu's father suddenly turned red and cursed: "Little bastard, I'll deal with you later when you get home."

Ahu stuck out his tongue and said to Jiang Tian:

"Uncle Jiang, my father is embarrassed to say it. Let me tell you. My mother is trying to get a matchmaker to arrange a match for me. However, the bride price is quite large and the family does not have enough money."

Ahu's father sighed, looked at Jiang Tian, ​​and said helplessly:

"Good brother, I'm sorry to trouble you, but Ahu has no talent for cultivation. Most mortals of his age are already married. The longer you wait, the harder it will be to find a wife..."

Jiang Tian smiled and nodded, picked up the wine bottle in the wooden basket, took a sip, and said:

"How much?"

Ahu's father hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't want much. Besides, I still have some foreign debts that I haven't recovered yet. It's almost... thirty low-grade crystal stones..."

Ahu curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Mother clearly said she needed eighty pills, but you won't be able to recover those bad debts..."

Before he could finish speaking, his father glared hard at him again.

Jiang Tian didn't say anything, nodded, got up and went to the back room, where there was a large frame filled with crystal stones and spiritual stones.

Jiang Tian casually picked up a high-grade crystal stone, returned to the shop, and placed it in front of Ahu's father.

When Ahu's father saw that it was a high-grade crystal, he was startled and said quickly:

"You won't need so much. Brother, take it back quickly. I only need to borrow thirty low-grade crystal stones."

In his opinion, this high-quality crystal was quite large, and it was much more than what he needed.

Jiang Tian picked up the jug and said with a smile: "Brother, this money is not borrowed from you, but my money to buy wine. From now on, it will be one jug a day. Your fruit wine is not bad. Ten years of wine money is enough." It’s worth it.”

Ahu's father was stunned for a moment, with a look of gratitude on his face, and said: "Brother, this..."

Ahu rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, just take it. Uncle Jiang is different from you. He has skills. A piece of herbal medicine is worth a dozen low-grade crystal stones."

Ahu's father glared at him again, then took a deep breath. He picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a large glass, took a big sip, nodded and said:

"Brother Jiang, for ten or eight years, as long as you live here for one day, my family will send you a pot every day."

Jiang Tian chuckled.

Looking at the father and son in front of him, his heart gradually became less cold and felt a touch of warmth.

That night, Ahu's father drank a lot, and two bottles of wine were obviously not enough.

Ahu waited on the side until he got the tenth pot, and then he drank enough.

In the end, Ahu's father got drunk and passed away.

But he kept holding the high-grade crystal tightly in his hand, and was supported back by Jiang Tian and Ahu.

When Jiang Tian turned back, Ahu whispered to Jiang Tian:

"Uncle Jiang, I have a lot of this wine in my family. My father won't let me tell others. In fact, there are several large jars in the cellar of my house, which are left by our ancestors. I heard that there are many buried underground, but My dad said that if you like it, I’ll keep it all for you. If my dad hadn’t refused to sell it, my mother wouldn’t have let him borrow the money. She could have gotten the winery and sold it for a lot of money!”