Time is the most important thing? Is space king? I agreed?

Time flies by, and twenty years pass in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Lin and Mulian's cultivation levels have reached the late stage of foundation building, and the Wang family and his wife are almost the same. Even Jiang Chen and Xiao Qingming's cultivation levels have reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, and they are only one step away from foundation building.

But the two families still don't know each other's situation.

However, as time goes by, the appearance must gradually change to appear normal, so the Jiang family and the Wang family have to disguise themselves every day.

They used magic to turn their hair gray and their bodies stooped.

Even Jiang Chen and Xiao Qing were happy to act together. After all, there were villagers outside, and it was not good for them to look like teenagers from beginning to end. That would be too shocking.

In Jiang Lin's heart, as soon as the two in-laws next door live long enough, he will immediately take his wife and children with him and his family of four to other towns.

Playing the role of an old man every day is really boring.

Unexpectedly, the Wang family and his wife were also thinking day and night about when this kind of life would end. They were reluctant to leave their daughter and son-in-law behind, but their son still had to provide for their parents in old age, and they couldn't take him away.

As for the idle women in the village, they are always gossiping about their two families, saying that after all these years, the Jiang family has not yet continued the family line...

All kinds of rumors came back, but the parents of the two families didn't care. The monks' lifespan was so long. There was nothing to be anxious about having children. But they didn't expect that they were not in a hurry. Why wasn't the other party in a hurry?

Twenty years have passed again.

Both parents have reached the early stages of attaining the golden elixir, and their lifespan has increased to 800. Now life has become even more difficult.

"Old guy, why aren't you dead yet?"

This is what Jiang Lin often said to Lao Wang.

However, the other party would come back every time, "You're not dead, how could I die?"

The way the two of them were fighting with canes was quite funny.

Such strange things have been spread in the village for a long time. It is good for ordinary people to live to be sixty years old. Those four old guys can live to be almost eighty years old and still not die? What a hell.

Even in the past few years, warlocks from big cities came to explore the cause, but in the end they found nothing.

Until three years later.

Several monks in the late stage of foundation building came to the small fishing village to run wild, trying to find a few good furnace cauldrons, and even planned to directly destroy the entire small fishing village to seal it.

The villagers were horrified and frightened by the methods of several foundation-building monks. When had they ever seen someone able to produce flames and thunder and lightning out of thin air?

In the sky above the small fishing village, a Taoist spell condensed, and it would fall at any time.

At this moment, Jiang Lin and Lao Wang could not sit still.

They stepped forward in unison.

That day, all the villagers were shocked. Those elderly people, nearly a hundred years old, turned out to be legendary immortals! !

They jumped into the air, their figures were graceful, but where was the twilight? The shock in each other's eyes was about to solidify.

Lao Wang summoned the black iron bow that had been with him for many years, pulled it to the full moon, and the spiritual energy gathered into an arrow. The arrow flashed and killed three people instantly.

Jiang Lin's momentum was not weak either. He waved a rusty iron sword casually. Pieces of rust fell off it, and his spiritual light shone. It had the shocking aura of a sword that chilled the Nineteen States. The rest of the foundation was built. All the monks were instantly destroyed.

The two old women below looked at each other and smiled, throwing away the crutches in their hands, and their young faces appeared.

Mulian grabbed Jiang Chen's ears and scolded him, "You brat, you already knew this! No wonder he always laughs weirdly!"

Jiang Chen and Xiao Qing stopped acting, and the traces of disguise on their bodies dissipated instantly.

The six of them are all young-looking. Now that they have been exposed, Jiang Chen will simply stop covering their auras so that they can sense each other's cultivation auras.

After killing the troublemakers, the two families knew that they could no longer stay in the small fishing village. After leaving a few formations to guard the place where they had lived for nearly a hundred years, they left.

This is the first time they have truly left the small fishing village.

After so many years, the once mortal continent no longer belongs exclusively to mortals.

A great demon has risen, occupying the ancient forest and mountains, creating a forbidden area of ​​its own.

There are also strong men from the Yuling Continent who are coming one after another to establish a sect, and the momentum is great.

Jiang Lin and the others knew that they still had great shortcomings, so they did not rush in. They found a large mortal city and prepared to continue hiding their names.

After the truth was revealed, the parents of the two families often joked and scolded Jiang Chen and Xiaoqing every time.

But Jiang Chen would sometimes talk back, "You said you couldn't tell others at the beginning!"

Just this sentence always leaves them speechless.

This city, still called Tianmen City, is no longer the same as the old scene, nor the old people.

Jiang Chen proposed that the manor where they lived be named Dream Garden.

The parents didn't ask why, it was just a name, they didn't care, and besides, they thought the name was good.

Sometimes, parents will mutter, "Xiaochen, Xiaoqing, you are still in the early stages of foundation building. You should work harder. Don't let us white-haired people give away black-haired people!"

But Jiang Chen always smiled and said, "We monks will never have gray hair until we die! So you don't need to have such unrealistic concerns."

"You brat, your wings are really hard!"

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The wind in Mengyuan is as gentle as in memory.

Jiang Chen liked to go boating in the lake with Xiao Qing. He would just lie on her lap and watch the clouds roll and relax.

"Brother Xiaochen, don't we really need to practice?"

"No, that's just a waste of time. Cultivation is their business, not ours."

Xiaoqing smiled and nodded. She also disliked practicing and instinctively rejected it. But for some reason, even if she never took the initiative to practice, her cultivation level was slowly rising...

Her hand caressed Jiang Chen's cheek, and suddenly, she understood why she didn't like practicing, because the man next to her was the only one she liked.

She slowly lowered her head and pressed it lightly.

Since you like it, don't suppress what you think.

The boat was rippled, and the ripples were rippling layer by layer, just like the two people's mood at the moment...

Let’s revisit the old days, the sunshine is warm and the years are quiet. If you don’t come, I won’t grow old.