Chapter 1350 Back to Hometown
After taking a walk, the shocked two people slowly walked home.
Along the way, neighbors walked by from time to time, but none of them were recognized at all, and they bore no resemblance in appearance to the neighbors five thousand years ago.
"Everyone has left..."
Lin Wanqiu sighed in a low voice.
She thought of a lot of the past, many interesting neighbors, many best friends, many good friends, many annoying colleagues, all of which have now been completely buried in time and will never be seen again.
Come to the downstairs of the community.
"This shabby house hasn't collapsed yet?"
"It's been five thousand years!"
Jiang Yuan complained, a little surprised.
In fact, not only did it not collapse, but it is still the same as before. The color and luster of every part. Even a piece of wall fell off thousands of years ago. This is the same piece of wall that has fallen off now. No more, no less. , exactly the same as the original.
Time does not play a role here at all.
Jiang Ding smiled and said nothing.
This is the immortal power of the fourth realm of swordsmanship, and it has become even more terrifying after he was promoted to God.
It can be said clearly that even after a month of violent bombardment by dozens of monks casting spells, Fulin Hometown will not have any changes. It collapsed and recovered in the blink of an eye. Even a block of thousands of Children's graffiti from years ago will not change, and the lines and textures will still be clear.
The three of them followed them upstairs. On the stairs, Lin Wanqiu greeted the neighbor cordially, which made the neighbor puzzled and smiled awkwardly while maintaining etiquette.
Squeak~
The door of Shen’s home that had been closed for nearly five thousand years was opened again.
Then, a large piece of black dust came towards my face!
It’s like being in a coal mine. There is dust everywhere, forming an almost liquid flow. It makes people wonder if the entire house is filled with dust, so that they can’t stop as soon as they open the door. Pour outward.
"Ahem..."
Lin Wanqiu and the other two were caught off guard and choked immediately.
"This..."
Jiang Ding was a little embarrassed: "After you fell asleep, I forgot about this place. It seems that I haven't been back for three or four thousand years. You know, It’s too lonely to live alone at home.”
“Brother, don’t you set up a cleaning array?”
Jiang Yuan asked curiously.
“No.”
“It didn’t exist when you were here. You can’t add more later, which would destroy its original appearance. There was one originally, but I tore it down later.”
< br>Jiang Ding said decisively.
Keng!
It has a fierce reputation among the realms, and is the nightmare in the hearts of countless god-transformation monks and void-refining monks. It has destroyed many emperors, ancient emperors, and the elite army of the entire race, the treasure of the void-refining space, the Taiqing Flying Sword!
She's out of her sheath!
The way of the sword shines brightly, and the power of the sword dominates all directions, suppressing enemies from all directions in the universe!
Then...
“Taiqing, come to life!”
Jiang Ding greeted.
The flying sword of Taiqing froze.
"Hi!"
"My little blue and gold tree, do you still remember me? The food you cooked before was delicious."
Jiang Yuan waved.
Keng!
Taiqing Feijian said hello with a clear and sweet sword sound, and then went to work.
She blew up a small whirlwind that was equivalent to the magic of a monk at the first level of Qi training, and was busy in various parts of the room. She picked up the broom, picked up the dustpan, and began to clean the entire room.
“Let’s start working too.”
Lin Wanqiu rolled up her sleeves and said enthusiastically.
There were spare brooms, dustpans and rags at home, and they were even kept in the same place where Lin Wanqiu usually liked to keep them. She found them casually and distributed them to Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan one by one.
"The quality is so good...it has not been weathered for five thousand years."
Jiang Yuan squeezed the broom and exclaimed: "Brother, did you do this?"
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“Of course.”
Jiang Ding said casually.
He picked up the broom and cooperated with the Taiqing Flying Sword to sweep out a large amount of dust and garbage, and then temporarily refined garbage bags to put the dust in them - the garbage bags were made from dust. A God-incarnation Heavenly Lord It's easy to do something like this. Even this garbage bag is a top-notch magic weapon, with the function of collecting all things and living things, including some fleas and cockroaches.
The spiritual light bloomed in Jiang Ding's hand, and he refined one garbage bag after another and handed it to Jiang Yuan.
"Huh? You?"
Jiang Yuan was speechless.
What is the difference between taking off your pants and farting?
"A sense of ceremony, a sense of ceremony."
"You don't understand."
Jiang Ding rolled his eyes and said: "I haven't done such rough work for thousands of years, it's not like you This little foundation-building repair was just like it, and I felt a little uncomfortable for a while.”
“Heh~”
The family was busy and worked for several hours before they finished cleaning the house, and the house was once again clean and tidy. .
Everything becomes what it was before again.
Just like one afternoon nearly five thousand years ago, when Jiang Ding returned home from high school, he looked exactly the same, without any changes.
Sofa, TV, coffee table, dishes and chopsticks... everything remains unchanged.
“Hoo~”
Jiang Ding and Jiang Yuan lay flat on the sofa, breathing a long sigh of relief, not wanting to move anymore.
Lin Wanqiu was in the kitchen, thinking about what to eat tonight.
“Brother,”
“The TV is broken.”
Jiang Yuan fiddled with the TV for a while, then turned around and said.
A light flashed on the TV and then went out.
"..."
"Broken?!"
Jiang Ding felt like he had been slapped in the face.
Under the influence of the Immortal Sword Intent, everything should be in good condition and should not be damaged at all.
Jiang Ding swept his consciousness and quickly discovered the problem.
"Damn it!"
"Immortal Sword Intent cannot guarantee the electronic components. Several points inside are short-circuited. Wait, I will repair it..."
Jiang Ding Take out a piece of fourth-level spiritual gold with thunder attribute, smelt it, and use space transmission method to weld the short-circuit point of the electronic components of the TV series, causing the electric light to flicker.
“Okay, it should be fine.”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Jiang Yuan opened this antique with a history of more than 5,000 years. The light inside flickered for a moment, and the picture came out. It was the animation of Xiao Qing Fairy, but the characters were a little distorted and hazy, and there were even mosaic-like things in some places.
Jiang Yuan looks back.
"There should be some problem with the signal transfer."
Jiang Ding said immediately: "Nowadays, citizens like to watch immersive holographic projections. I don’t like it very much, and it’s almost gone. TV stations and film companies no longer record this kind of program, so when it’s put on our TV, the picture is a little distorted.”
“Are they all holographic projections? ”
Jiang Yuan was in a daze.
I seem to be behind the times for a long time.
However, she immediately became excited again.
After five thousand years, how many novels, how many movies, and how many games have been developed? Be sure to watch it to your heart’s content this time, and you won’t have to catch up anymore!
"Special adapter required."
"Wait a minute, I'll find a clone of the Sun-Destroying Lord to get one. Old people like them like this kind of TV, and they even specially developed and produced this special component."
Jiang Ding was distracted for a moment, Then return to normal.
He reached into the depths of the space and pulled out a black box.
He placed the black box next to the TV and played with it for a while. The TV screen instantly returned to normal, and a cartoon was playing, a children's cartoon about a sword fairy girl.
(End of this chapter)