Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

If the second baby is the heroine, then the plot of saving the mother that could have been over 1000 chapters was overwhelmed by Jiang Xingxiu before it even started.

After Erwa and her mother talked about how much they missed, they found out: "Mum, where is Dad?" She thought Dad was watching from a distance, so she didn't mention him first, but it's been so long, she should come over The family is reunited, isn't it...

Feeling her daughter pinching her fingers hard, Gu Tangli knew that she had misunderstood, "It's okay, we have been away for these years and built a regiment. I'll go first, your father still needs to deal with some affairs, and arrange for the members of the regiment." Where to go, and then to."

Erwa is relieved.

"Aniang, let me tell you, grandpa is so bad. Every time I see him, I will be fed a lot of food. He has to say that I am not fat or fat. Children are cute when they are fleshy. Look at my hands. The meat is out of the meat nest."

"I've had a good time these years. Grandpa gave me a big house, and we can live together in the future."

"Look, this is a quiz given by my husband when I went to class. Are my handwriting clean? You see, it's all the teacher... The red circles circled by the sir are almost all circles, which means, I am Class A."

One babbled, announcing good news but not bad news, while the other listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

Jiang Xingxiu looked at the reunion of mother and daughter over there with a smile, and felt someone approaching him.

"Grandpa, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Xingxiu looked down at Dawa, and pulled him aside: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"I've already made up my mind." The eldest child raised his head, "I want to be a filial child, and I don't want my mother to worry."

Thus, Jiang Xingxiu appeared in Duanwangkong's dojo - Ruoyexi.

"My child said that he doesn't want to worry his mother and let hatred fill his growth. He doesn't plan to wait any longer." Jiang Xingxiu walked leisurely on the sparkling stream, looking up at the sky, as if he couldn't see through it. Into the eyes of a little light, "So, let me cook you a meal."

Cut off the meal.

The other party seemed to think back a little bit, "Is he still alive?"

I still remember that I have a son.

"Thanks to you for placing an isolation formation on the tomb, his soul survived successfully and became the King of Ghosts."

Duan Wangkong's expression remained unchanged, "It was me at that time, and my heart softened for a while."

He practiced the ruthless way, he shouldn't have set up a tomb, buried one big and one small in it, and set up an array to protect their graves.Perhaps it was because he had just given up his emotions and desires, and hadn't completely given up, so he left a trace of pity.

"Don't worry, I won't soften my heart." Jiang Xingxiu took out his knife.

A swordsman, a swordsman, the sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers.

The sword is a good sword, made of Yunmeng Stone, the body of the sword is as cold and white as dew.

Duan Wangkong stared at the knife in Jiang Xingxiu's hand.

That is a kitchen knife.

It was supposed to be a clash of swords, a world-shattering battle between the two top powers in the world, but it was turned into a joke by the kitchen knife.

Jiang Xingxiu didn't even have saber energy on her body.

Duan Wangkong can't help but look down on him a bit.

"I'm a cook, not a knife." Jiang Xingxiu smiled and raised the knife in his hand.

The sword light he raised was like him, floating lazily, getting bigger and bigger in Duan Wangkong's pupils.

Duanwangkong couldn't move.

He felt like a rabbit being targeted by a tiger, and the breath of the predator made his body stiff.In the eyes of others, it was a slender sword light, but in his eyes, it was an overwhelming light.

There is nowhere to hide.

Don't look at the fantasy, I'm afraid that the Demon Realm agreed to keep the river water with them, not only because of a pearl ball.

And those people acquiesced that Jiang Xingxiu accepted the demons on their behalf, also because they couldn't beat them.

Among the monks, the strong are respected, it is a very cruel and simple truth.

He was also a sword master, Duan Wangkong drew his long sword out of its sheath when the light of the saber was about to strike, and blocked it in front of his chest with great reluctance.

The light of the knife touched the blade of the sword, and the sword shattered.When the light of the knife hits the human body, the person is broken.

Duan Wangkong could feel that Jiang Xingxiu spared his life, so his primordial spirit remained, but was imprisoned by the knife cage formed by the knife light.

Maybe he wanted his son to take revenge with his own hands?

Duanwangkong thought indifferently.

He couldn't remember the real name of his son, so he used the blood relationship that he still had a little impression of as the address.

Jiang Xingxiu: "I said, see you next time, and I want to treat you to a meal."

There is a small silver fish swimming in the stream, and Jiang Xingxiu can tell that the fish lives happily in the water with just one glance.The stream water is clean, and the fish raised are fine and firm.

This kind of fish has no bones and internal organs. It is a unique creature in this world. It can be used for cooking after washing. The silver scales on their surface seem to be a kind of protection, so that they don't have to worry about bacteria and viruses.

Eating wild game is harmful. This kind of monster is similar to a species, but there is no need to worry about eating Duan Wangkong.

The fish is grilled on the charcoal fire, dipped in oil, salted, and seasoned.

The fish is small but plump enough.The meat was as white as snow, thoroughly roasted, and burnt red.Jiang Xingxiu used tweezers to hold the fish body, removed the bamboo sticks, poured the boiled mushroom soup from the top of the head, and sealed the two small openings at the head and tail with the tip of the green onion.The fish body is lying on the charcoal grill and continues to be grilled with tweezers.

He had already considered making grilled fish, and the mushroom soup was made in advance at "Life's Hundred Flavors", and he brought it here in a Qiankun bag.

The fish is roasted crispy, and the umami taste of the fungus wafts through the fish. This fish is ready.

"Let's eat." Jiang Xingxiu handed the grilled fish to Duan Wangkong.

The oil dripped onto the charcoal, and the flames ignited the grill together.

Duan Wangkong had a hunch that if he didn't eat, Jiang Xingxiu could forcefully stuff the fish into his mouth.

Moreover, the way this man grills fish is the same as that of his dead wife.

—Maybe the kid told him.

Duan Wangkong was startled, lowered his eyes, and slowly brought the fish to his mouth.

He probably hadn't eaten for a long time, and his mouth was scalded by the meat.But he still insisted on swallowing the meat, burning it from throat to chest.

Although the fish skin is burnt and crispy, the fish meat inside is tender and soft, and the thick mushroom soup seeps out from the meat, sticking to the mouth.If it wasn't for Jian Zun's iceberg-like personality, someone with a different temperament would probably want to lick the inside and outside of his mouth with his tongue.

The fish was so hot that his eyes were dimmed. Through the heat, he seemed to see the bowl of hot and spicy soup every day after dusk.

Warm heart and stomach.

The food of the God of Cookery can evoke the deepest emotions in people's hearts.Duanwangkong originally thought that he had "forgotten" all those things. In the past 300 years, he had never thought about it once.

However, at this moment, he finished the bowl of spicy soup in hallucinations.

"You are not ruthless, you just think that you have cut off your feelings. You just don't dare to think about it." Jiang Xingxiu sneered: "Killing your loved ones is ruthless? It is true that some people cut off their feelings by killing relatives and friends, but then They are naturally ruthless people, and killing their relatives and friends just proves their ruthlessness."

"You've never really broken up. It's the first time I've seen a cultivator like you."

Duan Wangkong's headache was about to split, his heart was beating violently, as if it wanted to smash into his chest.Countless memories came to him.

The grilled fish burned out all the accumulated feelings in Wangkong's heart, drowning his thoughts.

Duan Wangkong lowered his waist, knelt in the stream, grasping the wet soil with both hands, "I...what did I do?"

Jiang Xingxiu was very indifferent: "Kill your wife and abandon your son."

After doing everything, now that he is free from the influence of the ruthless way, he wants to look like he is in pain?

Duan Wangkong was in a trance, his voice was so low that he could just hear: "Yes... yes... I killed them..."

A black spot appeared on his altar.His cultivation base fell from the tribulation realm to the three corpses realm, then to the Nascent Soul realm, then Golden Core, and then, Foundation Establishment.

Like him, he thinks that he is cut off from love. Once he realizes that he is not completely cut off from love, his path will be ruined.

The eldest child was obsessed with wanting to break Wangkong and knew that he was wrong, so Jiang Xingxiu asked, "Do you think you are wrong?"

Duan Wangkong was silent for a moment, his voice was hoarse: "I was wrong."

A tear rolled down his face.

The spiritual platform was shattered and eventually became a mortal.

In order to cultivate the Tao, he slaughtered his relatives and stepped into the Tao. He has been practicing hard for 300 years, going around and going around, and he is still a mortal.

What's ridiculous is that he killed his wife to prove the Tao, but in the end he became a mortal because of his wife because of his wrong realization.

"Is this karma?" In the end, there is nothing, everything is empty.

Jiang Xingxiu's tone was sharp: "Don't act like that. Compared with cause and effect, you can attack the person next to your pillow without hesitation. I think it's your wolf-hearted retribution."

"Kill yourself." Jiang Xingxiu took a step back, "You don't deserve me to dirty my hands."

"I'm damned, I was damned 300 years ago."

Duan Wangkong stood up, the light in his eyes went out.The primordial spirit dissipated on its own, disappearing between heaven and earth.

The system said faintly: [Another story that ended before it even started. Originally, revenge could span a thousand and eight hundred chapters and become the driving force for cultivation. ]

"You can use any motivation for cultivation, there is no need to torture yourself with hatred." Jiang Xingxiu put away the charcoal grill, opened up the space, and connected to "Life's Hundred Flavors".

"Also, let them choose, rather than achieve the peak because of the initial motivation, then they would rather not have that kind of motivation."

Jiang Xingxiu hoped that they could be happy and carefree in cultivation, not because they were afraid that they would not be able to take revenge, or that their parents would die tragically, or that disaster would come to them, and they would try their best to squeeze themselves.

Jiang Xingxiu stepped out of the crack in space, and bumped into a pair of wet eyes full of expectation.

Jiang Xingxiu smiled and called him over: "Big baby, let me show you something."

The eldest baby trotted over and gently tugged on his sleeve, "Grandpa..."

Jiang Xingxiu put him in the picture stone, Duan Wangkong apologized and died.

Da Wa played it back again and again in a daze, and at one time, she suddenly burst into tears.

Holding Jiang Xingxiu's arm, "Grandpa...Grandpa..." I couldn't say anything except crying and calling Grandpa.