2024: C2024 Ten Years

C2024 Ten Years

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

After returning to the medicine store in the snow, Jiang Tian sat by the fire. He suddenly felt emotional.

Dozens of low grade crystals. To mortals, It's a lot of money.

But to friar, it was like dirt, he wouldn't even look at it.

He picked up a cup of fruit wine and took a sip. A smile appeared on his face.

Although mortals were weak, sometimes, the spirit that shone on their bodies was even more precious.

Just like how Iron Bull and his wife worked their whole lives for A Hu to grow up, in order to marry a wife for Child to carry on his family line, they were so humble that they even tried to borrow money from him.

However, this was precisely their precious place. No matter what, their bloodline continued to exist.

A Hu didn't have the talent to cultivate, but perhaps there would be geniuses among A Hu's descendants that would allow their bloodline to flourish and prosper for a longer period of time.

Time passed quickly. Another three years passed.

A Hu married the girl from the Wang family of the grain and oil store. He had a fat kid. A Hu's mother became his grandmother as she wished. She kept teasing his grandson all day long. Her bright and happy laughter spread throughout the alley.

A Hu had grown a beard and opened a blacksmith shop. He wasn't as adventurous as his father when he was hunting. Iron Bull didn't leave the city to hunt. Instead, he helped his son.

If he could get some orders from Luo Ying Sect, he would earn more than his father did when he was hunting.

However, as a result, their family didn't have much free time. They spent most of their time making clangs.

Only after closing the shop did A Hu have the time to drag his tired body, carry a pot of fruit wine, and come to Jiang Tian's place, to see him treat patients and get medicine for them.

Perhaps it was because of the iron forging these few years that A Hu's body became stronger and stronger. His muscles were as if they were cast from iron. A young man in his twenties, even though it was winter. He was only wearing a thin shirt and didn't feel cold at all.

However, the wrinkles on his parents' faces gradually increased.

Jiang Tian's appearance had also changed over the past ten years. He no longer looked like a young man. Instead, he looked like a middle-aged man. There were a few more wrinkles on his face, and his temples were graying.

This was because he had deliberately used magic. After all, if a person's appearance hadn't changed in ten years, it would be an incredible thing for these kind and honest neighbors.

In the following three years, Huang Linger came to Jiang Tian's place more and more.

She came almost every month.

It was just that she was now much more meticulous than before.

Her Cultivation Level had already reached the mid Nascent Soul stage and became Hall Master of the Luo Ying Sect's outer sect medicine refining hall.

Coming to Jiang Tian's side was also a fair and reasonable business.

Moreover, she would also 'guide' Jiang Tian in some of the ways of medicine refinement, and let him master the medical skill skill, which was logical.

Even if the powerful beings above the nine heavens looked at Huang Linger a few times, they would not notice anything unusual.

In the late autumn of this year, the willows on both sides of the street were blown away by the wind. The yellow leaves slowly fell off and were sent far away by the wind, turning into rootless leaves.

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

He was wearing thick clothes and a leather hat. He was pressed down low and his waist was slightly bent. He had his hands in his sleeves and a wine pot in his arms. His body emitted a faint fragrance of wine and bitter medicine mixed together, giving him a sense of shrinking and dejection.

If any of the citizens or old friends of the Eastern Empire saw Jiang Tian at this moment, they would not be able to recognize him. He was Si Qing State Advisor, who had killed countless people in the past. His hands were full of blood.

Even friar, who had fought with him before, would not be able to recognize him.

At this moment, he looked no different from a mortal. This was not his appearance, but his appearance. In fact, even his bones and thoughts were the same.

After ten years of transforming into a mortal, Jiang Tian had completely turned into a mortal.

The current him had graying sideburns, mediocre facial features, and a slightly aged face.

Moreover, he had the usual carefree and carefree feeling of giving up on fighting on a mortal middle-aged man. He was no different from a middle-aged mortal who had been busy his whole life and had run into obstacles everywhere. In the end, he was content with his current situation.

However, there was one thing that was slightly different from ordinary people.

That was his eyes. There was no black or white color, and there was a hint of brightness in them. It made his entire person seem extraordinary.

In the past three years, Jiang Tian had never meditated or cultivated.

When he left the shop, he felt a gust of wind blowing against his face. With the chill of autumn, Jiang Tian tightened his collar and closed the shop door. Then, he slowly walked into the distance.

At this time, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the iron equipment shop. He was carrying a barrel of ruined charcoal. After exiting the shop, he immediately saw Jiang Tian, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Jiang, are you going to hear books again?"

Jiang Tian turned around and took out a wine pot from his bosom. He raised it and said with a smile, "Uncle Jiang, are you going to hear books again? "A Hu, almost finished!"

The young man replied. After pouring the charcoal in his hand to the side, he hurriedly walked into the shop.

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

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

"Uncle has a plan!"

Jiang Tian nodded with a smile. He took the wine pot, patted A Hu on the shoulder, and turned to leave slowly.

A Hu looked at Jiang Tian's back and felt bitter in his heart.

In the past ten years, the omnipotent Uncle Jiang in his eyes had become much older.

He still remembered the heroic face of the Uncle Jiang ten years ago and his eyes that were as bright as the stars.

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

But in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed and Jiang Tian's wife was still nowhere to be seen.

Regarding this, he did not ask again.

Perhaps that aunt whom he had never met before was a rich family's Daughter.

One must know that Uncle Jiang had already earned quite a bit of money. He had even bought the Delhi Teahouse, but it was still not enough.

And she had already married into someone else's wife!

"These few years, he, Daughter, and that servant called Blackie did not come back to accompany him. Uncle Jiang must be feeling very uncomfortable in his heart because he drank so much wine every day!"

A Hu sighed and turned around to return to the shop.

His father was also a little old. He was the one who was doing the main work in the shop.

Even after closing the shop, he still had a lot of things to do. The habit of visiting Jiang Tian when he was young could no longer be continued.

It was just that every few days, he would take some time to accompany this lonely Uncle Jiang.

Under the boundless falling trees, the wind was chilly. Jiang Tian walked slowly with his hands clasped behind his sleeves. Occasionally, he would meet someone he knew and stop to chat with them.2

After a while, Jiang Tian finally arrived at the Delhi Teahouse at the street entrance.

The content came from [Miaow Reading].

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