The night was dark, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from afar.
Braving the wind and snow, Jiang Tian returned to the medicine shop. He sat beside the stove, and his heart was filled with emotions.
Dozens of low-grade crystals were a huge sum of money for mortals.
But for cultivators, it was like dirt. They wouldn't even look at it.
He picked up a cup of fruit wine and took a sip. A smile appeared on his face.
Mortals were weak, but sometimes, the spirit that shone on them was even more precious.
Just like Tie Niu and his wife, they worked hard their whole life for Ah Hu to grow up. In order to find a wife for their child to carry on the family line, they were humble and even slightly scheming to borrow money.
But this was precisely what made them valuable. No matter what, their bloodline continued.
Ah Hu didn't have the talent for cultivation, but perhaps there would be geniuses among Ah Hu's descendants, allowing the bloodline to flourish for a long time.
Time passed quickly, and another three years passed.
Ah Hu married a girl from the grain and oil shop, the Wang family, and had a big fat boy. Ah Hu's mother became a grandmother as she wished. She held her eldest grandson and teased him all day long. Her hearty and happy laughter spread throughout the alley.
Ah Hu grew a beard and opened a blacksmith shop. Unlike his father, who risked his life by hunting, Tie Niu didn't go out of the city to hunt in the mountains. Instead, he helped his son.
When it was good, he could get some orders from the Luoying Sect. He earned more than his father when he hunted.
However, because of this, their family had less free time. They were busy all day long.
Only after the shop was closed did Ah Hu have time to drag his tired body to Jiang Tian's place with a pot of fruit wine. He watched him treat patients and get medicine.
Ah Hu's body, perhaps because of these years of blacksmithing, became stronger and stronger. His muscles seemed to be cast from copper and iron. Even in the winter, the young man in his twenties only wore thin clothes and didn't feel cold at all.
But the wrinkles on his parents' faces gradually increased.
Jiang Tian's appearance also changed in the past ten years. He no longer looked like a young man, but a middle-aged man. A few more wrinkles gradually appeared on his face, and his temples were gray.
After all, if a person's appearance did not change in the slightest after ten years, it would be an inconceivable thing for the kind and simple neighbors around him.
In the next three years, Huang Linger came to Jiang Tian more often.
Almost every month, he would come here.
However, she was much more meticulous than before.
Her cultivation had already stepped into the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and she had become the hall master of the Outer Sect Alchemy Hall of the Luo Ying Sect.
It was reasonable for him to come to Jiang Tian's place to buy medicinal herbs.
Furthermore, she would also give Jiang Tian some pointers on the art of alchemy, allowing Jiang Tian's alchemy and medical skills to be extremely high.
Even if the mighty figures above the Nine Heavens were to look at Huang Linger, they wouldn't be able to detect any abnormalities.
In the late autumn of this year, the willow trees on both sides of the street were blown by the wind, and their withered yellow leaves slowly fell off amidst the rustling sounds. They were blown far away by the wind, and became rootless leaves.
Fallen leaves could be seen everywhere on the street. Jiang Tian walked out of the shop.
He was wearing thick clothes, and a leather hat was pressed low on his head. His waist was slightly bent, and his hands were in his sleeves. He carried a wine pot in his arms, and his body exuded a faint smell of wine and bitter medicine, giving off a sense of cowardice and decadence.
At this moment, if a citizen of the Eastern Empire or an old friend saw Jiang Tian, they would definitely not be able to recognize him. He was the all-powerful Imperial Advisor Siqing, who had killed countless people and whose hands were stained with blood.
Even some of the cultivators who had fought with him would definitely not be able to recognize him.
At this moment, he looked no different from a mortal. This was not a similarity in appearance, but a similarity in spirit. Even his bones and thoughts were no different.
After ten years of turning into a mortal, Jiang Tian had completely become a mortal.
Now, his temples were gray, his facial features were ordinary, and his face was slightly old.
Moreover, he had the carefree feeling of a mortal middle-aged man who had given up on fighting. He was no different from a middle-aged mortal who had been busy all his life and had run into obstacles everywhere. In the end, he was satisfied with the status quo.
However, there was one thing that was slightly different from a mortal.
That was his eyes, black and white, without any impurities. There was a faint glimmer of light, which made him look extraordinary.
In the last three years, Jiang Tian had not meditated or cultivated once.
Outside the shop, a gust of wind blew against his face, bringing with it the chill of autumn. Jiang Tian tightened his collar, closed the shop door, and then slowly walked into the distance.
At this moment, a rather sturdy young man walked out of the ironworks shop opposite. He carried a bucket of waste charcoal in his hand. After leaving the shop, he immediately saw Jiang Tian, so he grinned and said, "Uncle Jiang, going to listen to books again?"
Jiang Tian turned around, took out a wine pot from his arms, waved it, and said with a smile, "Ah Hu, I'm almost done drinking!"
The young man responded, poured the charcoal in his hand to the side, and hurried into the shop.
Not long after, he ran back with a wine pot and filled Jiang Tian's glass with fruit wine. With concern in his eyes, he said,
"Uncle Jiang, you're old. You should drink less of this wine to warm your body."
"Uncle, I know!"
Jiang Tian nodded with a smile. He took the wine pot, patted Ah Hu's shoulder, and turned to leave slowly.
Looking at Jiang Tian's back, Ah Hu felt bitter in his heart.
In the past ten years, the omnipotent Uncle Jiang in his eyes had aged a lot.
Until now, he still remembered Uncle Jiang from ten years ago. His face was full of heroic spirit and his eyes were as bright as stars.
He always remembered that Uncle Jiang once said that when he made a lot of money, he would go back and marry a wife who would wait for him.
However, ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, and he still hadn't seen Jiang Tian's wife.
Regarding this, he didn't ask any more questions.
Perhaps the aunt he had never met was the daughter of a rich family.
It should be known that Uncle Jiang had made a lot of money and bought the Dexi Teahouse, but it was still not enough.
As for her, she was already married to someone else!
"In the past few years, his daughter and the servant called Dahei didn't come back to accompany him. Uncle Jiang must be very sad, so he drinks so much wine every day!"
Ah Hu sighed and turned to go back into the shop.
His father was also a little old, and now he was doing the main work of the shop.
Even after the shop was closed, there were still many things to do. The habit of visiting Jiang Tian for treatment and medicine, which he developed when he was a teenager, could no longer be continued.
It was just that every few days, he would take some time out to accompany this lonely Uncle Jiang.
Endless falling trees rustled, and the wind was cold. Jiang Tian walked slowly with his hands in his sleeves. Occasionally he met acquaintances, and he would stop and chat with them.
After a while, Jiang Tian finally arrived at the Dexi Teahouse at the corner of the street.
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