The monks in Chu Tianwang's words are just powerful mortals. Although this may be due to Chu Tianwang's lack of understanding, the only extraordinary people in the world are monks, and no matter how outrageous they are, they are not as outrageous as Jiang Chen.
"I don't know about immortals. Grandpa has just lived too long and has much more power than mortals. Grandpa really doesn't know if there are immortals in this world."
Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head. The so-called immortals in the world are the names that mortals call Jiang Chen and his disciples.
As for whether there was an immortal other than himself and his disciples, Jiang Chen really didn't know. He thought there shouldn't be, otherwise the immortal would have come to find him long ago.
"Then Grandpa, why can you live for so long? Did you take some miraculous medicine or a thousand-year-old magical thing?"
Jiang Churan transformed into a curious baby. He was originally talking about going out for fun, but now he completely forgot about it and just wanted to explore Jiang Chen's secrets.
"Hmm... Grandpa doesn't know. Anyway, Grandpa just refused to die. He tried every means but couldn't kill himself. Later, Grandpa looked away and just lived as long as he lived. Maybe God just wanted Grandpa to record the things in the world.
Everything keeps grandpa alive."
Jiang Chen shook his head. If he knew why he could live forever, how could he have come here alone after so many years? How could Zhang Jiao, Wu Daozi, and Wang Xizhi let these interesting people leave him.
Jiang Churan shook his head, found a comfortable position in Jiang Chen's arms and closed his eyes.
There is a question that Jiang Churan has never asked. Although this question has been echoing in his mind, Jiang Churan has never dared to ask it. He pretends that this question does not exist.
That is whether she is Jiang Chen's biological granddaughter.
Is his father Jiang Chen's biological son?
Jiang Churan's father never talked about this matter.
Jiang Churan has never doubted this.
But as Jiang Chen showed more and more extraordinary powers,
Thinking again of the ordinary father in my own family,
Jiang Churan was full of doubts.
I am also afraid that once this question is asked,
The relationship between myself and Jiang Chen would not be as close as it is now.
I can no longer enjoy the comfortable life brought by my grandfather.
While thinking wildly, Jiang Churan fell into a deep sleep.
Jiang Chen gently rocked the recliner, his eyes a little confused.
Looking into the distance.
Everyone in the world believes in longevity,
Who can know the troubles of eternal life?
Zhang Jiao could not let go of the human world and resolutely gave up the road to eternal life.
Before they died, Li Qiongxian and Wu Daozi knelt down in front of Jiang Chen.
I don’t blame Jiang Chen for not being able to lead them to immortality.
But he regretted that he could not accompany his master,
Wang Xizhi yearned for immortality,
The surprise when I learned Jiang Chen’s identity,
The feeling of loss when knowing that one cannot practice cultivation.
Qin Shihuang’s persistence in immortality,
Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di were helpless when they could no longer hold power.
Who else in this world except Jiang Chen can remember,
All emotions were accepted by Jiang Chen,
Jiang Chen has to bear all the pain.
Looking at Jiang Churan sleeping soundly in his arms,
Jiang Chen showed a wry smile,
If possible, he really doesn't want to see this forever.
When Ma Wenshan returns with Chu Huaixiang and Jin Qi,
Seeing the grandfather and grandson sleeping in each other's arms,
Ma Wenshan gently made a silent gesture,
He took the two of them and tiptoed past his grandfather and grandson.
"Phew, I was scared to death. I thought I had done something to disgrace Mr. Jiang."
Jin Qi entered the room, closed the door gently, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Jiang and Miss Jiang have helped us so much and even donated two paintings by Wu Daozi this time. We should really find a way to repay him."
Ma Wenshan whispered, then turned to glare at Jin Qi. His movements were so big. I wonder if Mr. Jiang is a monk. The slightest disturbance can wake him up.
Jin Qi begged for mercy with his eyes, nodded desperately and smiled bitterly,
"Teacher Ma, even if we want to repay, there is no way to repay. Mr. Jiang has no shortage of money and fame, so what can we do?"
"That's not what I said. Mr. Jiang does lack everything, and his strength is far beyond ordinary people. But from the eyes that Mr. Jiang occasionally shows, we can see that Mr. Jiang is actually sad and lonely. Just like ordinary old people, he lacks
It’s about companionship.”
Chu Huaixiang shook his head.
"But with Miss Jiang accompanying us, we are just a bunch of outsiders. We can only be regarded as passers-by in Mr. Jiang's long life. Only Miss Jiang is the one who cares about the old man."
Jin Qi spread his hands. If Jin Qi is asked to deal with archaeological issues and life issues, Jin Qi will definitely handle them beautifully, but when it comes to emotional issues, Jin Qi is really blind. After all, in Jin Qi's home,
My grandparents live a happy life, my parents are in harmony, and I don’t have a girlfriend, so I am a carefree single.
Ma Wenshan naturally knew that he could not count on Jin Qi, so he stopped looking at Jin Qi and looked at Chu Huaixiang instead. Speaking of which, Ma Wenshan himself was also a carefree single. He was originally an orphan and sent his mentor away.
It is a state where one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, and he is usually obsessed with archaeological research and is not proficient in interpersonal relationships at all.
Chu Huaixiang never expected that all his teammates would be this kind of thing. He shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he could only rely on himself this time.
Trying hard to recall the scenes he saw in the TV novel, Chu Huaixiang's eyes lit up.
"Why don't we cook dinner for the old man? The so-called warmth is this very ordinary little thing, from small to big."
Ma Wenshan and Jin Qi spread their hands at the same time.
Ma Wenshan, director of the Institute of Archeology, has food and accommodation at the institute and is looked after by an assistant.
Jin Qi, the second rich generation of the Jin family, a young man who eats a lot of takeout restaurants.
Chu Huaixiang held her forehead with one hand. She didn't know how to cook. A rich third-generation girl who traveled all over the country had no time to think about cooking. Even if she wanted to do it, she didn't have the conditions. It was natural for her to live a takeaway life.
Chu Huaixiang was still thinking hard when Jin Qi suddenly clapped his hands, startling Chu Huaixiang and Ma Wenshan.
Facing the angry gazes of the two men, Jin Qi sneered and said,
"It doesn't matter if we don't know how to cook. We can connect to the microphone remotely. We can find a famous chef from a big hotel to guide us remotely. What matters is not the taste, but the intention."
"What's important is what you think, shouldn't you do it yourself?"
Chu Huaixiang thought this was a good idea, but she still couldn't help but complain.
"The problem isn't that you can't eat what you cook. You can't waste the food in the old man's house, so it's best to hire foreign help."
Jin Qi naturally knew that he was more thoughtful when he made it, but he really didn’t want to try to eat what the three people present made, otherwise he would die.