The night is deep, and there are occasional sounds of firecrackers in the distance.
He returned to the medicine shop in the wind and snow. Jiang Tian sat next to the stove, and suddenly felt quite emotional.
Dozens of low-grade crystal stones are a lot of money for mortals.
But for monks, it is like dirt and can'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, at some point, the spirit shining on them is even more valuable.
I just thought that Tie Niu and his wife worked hard all their lives for Ah Hu to grow up, and to marry a wife to continue the family line. They were full of humility and even borrowed money with a little scheming.
But this is exactly what they are precious. In any case, their bloodline continues.
Ah Hu does not have the talent for cultivation, but perhaps geniuses will appear among Ah Hu's descendants, allowing his bloodline to reproduce longer and prosper.
Time flies, and another three years have passed.
Ahu got married to the girl from the Wang family in the grain and oil shop and had a fat boy. Ahu's mother became a grandmother as she wished, and kept teasing her with her eldest grandson all day long. The cheerful and joyful laughter spread throughout the alley.
Ah Hu had a beard and opened a blacksmith shop. He was not as risky as his hunting. The iron cow did not go out of the city to hunt and did not hunt for his son.
When it's good, I can receive some orders from Luo Yingzong and earn more than his father was when he was hunting.
But as this happens, their family has less free time and they spend all day.
Only after the store was checked, Ah Hu had time to drag his tired body and carry a pot of fruit wine to Jiang Tian to see him take medicine for others.
Ah Hu's body, perhaps because of the iron-breaking in recent years, became stronger and stronger, and his muscles were cast like copper and iron. Even in his twenties, he was only wearing a thin shirt and did not feel cold at all.
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But his parents gradually gained more wrinkles on their faces.
Jiang Tian's appearance has also changed from the past ten years. He looks like he is no longer a young man, but has entered middle age. His face gradually has a few wrinkles and his temples are gray.
This is his deliberate use of magic. After all, if a person's appearance has not changed in ten years, it will be an incredible thing for these kind and simple neighbors around him.
In the next three years, Huang Ling'er came to Jiang Tian, and there were more and more people.
Almost every month, it's time to come.
However, she is much more meticulous now than before.
Her cultivation level has entered the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and has become the master of the Luoyingzong outer sect's pharmacy hall.
When I come to Jiang Tian, I also buy medicinal materials and other business operations, which is reasonable.
In addition, she will also "instruct and teach" Jiang Tian some ways of refining medicine, making Jiang Tian's superb medicine and medicine skills logical.
Even if the powerful people above the Nine Heavens looked at Huang Ling'er for a few times, they would not notice any abnormality.
In late autumn this year, a few crooked willow trees on both sides of the street were blown by the wind, and the withered leaves slowly fell off in the rustling sound, and were sent far away by the wind, becoming rootless leaves.
Fallen leaves rolled everywhere on the entire street, and Jiang Tian walked out of the shop.
He was wearing thick clothes and a leather hat on his head, pressing it down low, his waist was slightly hunched, his sleeves were with his hands, and a wine pot in his arms, and his body was filled with a faint fragrance of wine and bitter medicine.
The smell of fragrance has a bit of a slight silence.
At this time, if a citizen or an old friend of the Eastern Empire saw Jiang Tian, he would definitely not recognize him. He was the national teacher Siqing who was powerful, killed countless people, and was full of blood.
Even some monks who had fought with him would definitely not recognize him.
At this time, he looked no different from mortals. This was not similar to his appearance, but similarity to his spirit, and even his bones and in his mind.
After ten years of transformation into mortals, Jiang Tian has completely become a mortal.
Now he has gray hair, mediocre facial features, and a slightly old face.
Moreover, with the leisurely and leisurely feeling of giving up struggles that is very common in ordinary middle-aged people, there is no difference between the middle-aged mortals who have been busy all their lives, and have been struggling everywhere and finally settled in the status quo.
There is only one thing that he is slightly different from mortals.
That is his eyes, which are clearly black and white, without any variegated colors, and a hint of bright light makes him look extraordinary.
In the following three years, Jiang Tian never meditated or practiced once.
After leaving the shop, there was a gust of wind. With the coldness of autumn, Jiang Tian tightened the collar, closed the shop door, and then walked slowly towards the distance.
At this time, a pretty strong young man walked out of the ironware shop opposite. He was carrying a bucket of waste charcoal in his hand. After leaving the shop, he immediately saw Jiang Tian. So he grinned and said, "Uncle Jiang, go and listen again."
Storytelling?"
Jiang Tian turned around, took out the wine pot from his arms, raised it, and smiled and said, "Ahu, you're almost finished drinking!"
The young man responded, poured the charcoal in his hand aside, and hurried into the store.
Not long after, he ran over with a wine pot, filled Jiang Tian with fruit wine, and showed concern and said:
"Uncle Jiang, you are old. Just drink less and warm your body."
"Uncle has a secret!"
Jiang Tianhan nodded with laughter, took the wine pot, patted Ah Hu on the shoulder, and turned around and left slowly.
Ah Hu looked at Jiang Tian’s back and felt a bitter taste in his heart.
In the past ten years, the omnipotent Uncle Jiang in his eyes has become much older.
He still remembers Uncle Jiang ten years ago, his heroic face and his eyes shining like stars.
He always remembered that Uncle Jiang once said that after making a lot of money, he would go back to marry his wife who was waiting for him.
But in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and I have never seen Jiang Tian’s wife.
He never asked about this.
Perhaps, the aunt she had never met was the daughter of a wealthy family.
You know, Uncle Jiang has made a lot of money and has bought all the Dexi Teahouse, but it is still not enough.
And she has already married someone else’s wife!
"In recent years, his daughter and the servant named Dahei have not come back to accompany him. Uncle Jiang must be very uncomfortable. He has just drunk so much wine every day!"
Ah Hu sighed and turned back to the shop.
His father is also a little old, and he is the main job in the store now.
Even after closing the store, there are still many things to do. The habit of often visiting Jiang Tian to treat diseases and taking medicines when he was young can no longer continue.
Just every few days, I took some time to accompany this lonely Uncle Jiang.
The endless fallen trees rustled down, and the wind was filled with coldness. Jiang Tianxiu set his hand and walked slowly along the way. Occasionally, he would stop and chat for a few words when he met an acquaintance.
After a little while, Jiang Tian finally arrived at the Dexi Tea House at the intersection of the street.