Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

The night was dark, and there were occasional sounds of firecrackers in the distance.

Returning to the medicine shop in the wind and snow, Jiang Tian sat by the stove, suddenly feeling quite emotional.

Dozens of low-grade crystal stones are a lot of money for a mortal.

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

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

Although mortals are weak, sometimes the spirit that shines in them becomes even more valuable.

Just think of Tieniu and his wife, who worked hard all their lives so that Ahu could grow up, and in order to give their children a wife to carry on the family line, they were full of humility and even borrowed money with a little scheming.

However, this is precisely what is valuable about them. No matter what, their bloodline continues.

Ahu has no talent for cultivation, but perhaps geniuses will appear among Ahu's descendants, allowing the bloodline to flourish longer and more prosperously.

Time flies, and another three years have passed.

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

Ahu grew a beard and opened a blacksmith shop, which was not as adventurous as his father's hunting. Tieniu no longer went out of the city to hunt in the mountains to help his son.

On a good day, he can receive some orders from the Luo Ying Sect and earn more than his father did when he was hunting.

But as a result, their family had less free time, and they were making noises all day long.

Only after closing the shop did Ahu have time to drag his tired body and carry a bottle of fruit wine to Jiang Tian to watch him treat patients and take medicine.

Ahu's body, perhaps due to the iron work in recent years, has become stronger and stronger, and his muscles are as if cast from copper and iron. The young man in his twenties, even in the middle of winter, is only wearing a thin shirt and does not feel cold at all. .

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

Jiang Tian's appearance has also changed over the past ten years. He no longer looks young, but has entered middle age. There are gradually a few wrinkles on his face and his temples are gray.

He deliberately used magic to do this. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed at all in ten years, it will be an incredible thing for the kind and honest neighbors around him.

In the next three years, more and more Huang Ling'er came to Jiang Tian.

I come here almost every month.

However, she is much more careful now than before.

Her cultivation has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and she has become the master of the outer medicine refining hall of Luoying Sect.

The reason why I came to Jiang Tian was to buy medicinal materials and so on, so it was reasonable.

Moreover, she will also "teach and teach" Jiang Tian some methods of refining medicine, so that Jiang Tian's medicine refining and medical skills are superb and logical.

Even if the great power above Nine Heavens looked at Huang Ling'er a few times, he would not notice anything unusual.

In the late autumn of this year, several crooked willow trees on both sides of the street were blown by the wind, and their withered yellow leaves slowly fell off with a rustling sound. They were sent far away by the wind and became rootless leaves.

Fallen leaves could be seen everywhere on the street as Jiang Tian walked out of the shop.

He was wearing thick clothes and a leather hat on his head, which was held low. His waist was slightly stooped, his hands were in his sleeves, and he held a wine flask in his arms. He exuded a faint aroma of wine and bitter medicine. The mixed smell of fragrance brings with it a sense of shrinking and decadence.

At this time, if any citizens or old friends of the Eastern Empire saw Jiang Tian, ​​they would definitely not be able to recognize him. He was the powerful Imperial Master Siqing who killed countless people and had bloody hands.

Even some of the monks who had fought with him would never be able to recognize him.

At this time, he looked no different from a mortal. This was not a similarity in appearance, but a similarity in spirit. Even in his bones and thoughts, there was no difference.

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

Now he has gray hair on his temples, mediocre facial features, and a slightly older face.

Moreover, there is no difference between the leisurely and comfortable attitude of giving up hard work that is very common among ordinary middle-aged people, and the middle-aged mortals who are busy all their lives, hit walls everywhere, and finally settle for the status quo.

There is just one thing, he is slightly different from ordinary people.

Those were his eyes, which were clear and black, without any variegation, but with a hint of brightness, which made his whole person look extraordinary.

In the past three years, Jiang Tian never meditated or practiced once.

After leaving the shop, there was a gust of wind in his face, carrying the chill of autumn. Jiang Tian tightened his collar, closed the shop door, and then walked slowly towards the distance.

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

Jiang Tian turned around, took out the wine bottle from his arms, raised it, and said with a smile: "Ahu, you're almost done!"

The young man responded, poured the charcoal aside, and hurried into the shop.

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

"Uncle Jiang, you are getting older. Drink less of this wine. Just drink it to warm yourself up."

"Uncle has a track record!"

Jiang Tian nodded with a smile, took the wine bottle, patted Ahu on the shoulder, turned around and left slowly.

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

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

He still remembers Uncle Jiang from ten years ago, with his heroic face and eyes as bright as stars.

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

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

He did not inquire further about this.

Perhaps the aunt I have never met is the daughter of a wealthy family.

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

And she is already married to someone else!

"In the past few years, his daughter and the servant named Dahei have not come back to accompany him. Uncle Jiang must be feeling very sad because he drinks so much wine every day!"

Ahu sighed and turned back to the shop.

His father is also a bit old, and he is now doing the main work in the store.

Even after closing the store, there are still many things to do. The habit of frequently seeing Jiang Tian for treatment and medicine developed in his youth can no longer be continued.

I just take some time every few days to spend time with this lonely Uncle Jiang.

The endless fallen trees rustled, and there was a chill in the wind. Jiang Tian sleeved his hands and walked slowly along the way. Occasionally he would stop to chat with acquaintances he met.

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