Two years later.

On June 1st, the 24th year of Zhao Wuli, it is advisable to travel.

Jiang Ping has always been a person who follows the trend and does not go against God. In addition, the weather is good this day, so he took people out early.

It's noon.

Jiang Ping walked out of the carriage, sat in front of a small tea stall, and said softly:

"I am alone in a foreign land and miss my family more during the holidays."

This year, he was twenty-four years old and came to the tenth year of the game world of "Jianghu".

Ten years ago today, he opened his eyes for the first time in this world.

Jiang Ping looked up at the distance, and the clouds were stacked in the distance, and under the blue sky as blue as a mirror, it looked like a carefully crafted thousand-layer cake.

Yes, but it shouldn't be as delicious as I did.

Jiang Ping thought to himself.

Open the Character Panel, on the taskbar, the task of the Grandmaster of Medicinal Food is displayed complete.

In other words, in his hands, he has personally helped ten grand masters to successfully upgrade.

To be more precise, it is thirteen.

As his status improved, a continuous stream of geniuses took the initiative to send him forward for his choice.

I just feel that the Grand Master of Medicinal Food doesn’t look that difficult either.

Make a few spiritual meals and a few cups of honey water, and it's very easy to get it done.

"Um?"

Qiu Daoyu, who was drinking tea on the side, was stunned and a few small question marks appeared on his head.

When did your son become so educated?

This poem is very new. He has never heard of it before, so it is most likely that it was not copied by the young master.

But I feel like there should be something ahead.

Although he was confused, it did not prevent Qiu Daoyu from putting down the teacup and flattering without blushing:

"Young master's literary talent is becoming more and more outstanding.

This time I went to congratulate the first sect leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect for taking office. It seems that the young master does not need any gifts at all. He just needs to perform his normal level and write a few poems to them, which is more precious than any rare treasure."

Jiang Ping pretended to be angry and said:

"Lao Qiu, you, have a big disadvantage."

"What?"

Qiu Daoyu is really fascinated now. Why do you praise you and say I am not good?

As a result, I heard Jiang Ping continue:

"That's just that I like to tell the truth. You can just know my master's skills. If you spread it, you will know that he will not be able to die of inferiority.

After all, I am as handsome as this young master, with a good heart, great ability, and so good literary talent. It is hard to see it in hundreds of years. Is that comparable to ordinary people?"

Qiu Daoyu: “…”

It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time.

Qiu Daoyu quickly recited silently, and then suppressed his inflated criticism.

Jiang Ping still didn't know what he wanted? He took out a golden silk folding fan from somewhere. He fanned the breeze:

"But since you have seen my master's literary talent by Lao Qiu, then I'll show up with you today? Don't pretend.

That’s right, I am the king of poetry, who is the king of poetry who is far away from all over the country and no one can recite the second line under my hands. The king of poetry is the king of poetry!

So everyone calls me Baba.”

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lao Qiu hadn't reacted yet? A crisp laugh came from the other end of the tea table. Another refreshing female voice said:

"Sister? This person is so interesting? He can make people laugh so hard when he speaks."

"Xiaoling? Don't talk nonsense? My father told me that when you go out, don't offend people casually."

Another gentle female voice came, which made her feel like a good wife and mother.

"I didn't want to offend him? I wanted to know him, and maybe everyone could make friends.

Didn’t Dad say that when you go out, you all depend on friends from all over the world.”

As he said that, the female voice shouted casually:

"Hey? My name is Miao Ling'er, what's your name?"

"Lin'er?"

When he heard this name, Jiang Ping suddenly had an image of a silly girl in his mind.

I don’t know how this little foodie is doing?

I haven't seen her for so long, and I don't know that she is still not so stupid.

But it's soon.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and she was almost back.

Jiang Ping also sent someone to the Changsun family in Xinling, but unfortunately, Boss Jiang's face was not very useful there. Although he tried his best to inquire and spent a lot of money, he also got lonely.

It's just that there is no message.

The Changsun family has taken many young women to get started over the years. It is said that they want to choose a wife for the Changsun family's heirs.

Jiang Ping's face turned green when he heard the news and almost rushed to the door without lifting his sword.

As the first girl he came into contact with in this world, Jiang Ping always had a unique emotion in his heart.

It cannot be said to be love, but a simple love is still certain.

What's more, this girl also made a ten-year agreement with him unilaterally.

These ten years, well, have not been ten years yet.

In the past eight years, he has been as virtuous as a jade, and with such excellent conditions, he has married a wife. It is not easy for him to wait.

If someone dares to unilaterally green him, he will keep the three great god-controlled weapons and turn them into two.

Wait for another two years.

It’s because he can’t beat the Changsun family now, but he just keeps his promise, saying that ten years is ten years, and it’s not enough to be more or less.

Just when Jiang Ping was thinking about a name, the girl behind him saw that Jiang Ping had not responded for a long time and couldn't help but snorted:

"Hey, you are so rude. Why don't you even show your face when you talk to you?"

Jiang Ping came back to his senses, turned his head, and saw a pretty girl, and a gentle woman sitting beside him, with a somewhat similar appearance, and his real sister is right.

"First of all, I don't call him Hey, and your father should have taught you that you should not talk to strangers casually.

Also, I am not your father. If you want to know me, know me. Haha, who are you?”

Jiang Ping's tone was very rude.

But the girl was stunned and didn't listen to Jiang Ping's words at all.

"Sister, he is so handsome!"

"Yes...ah no, Xiaoling, you haven't apologized to this young master yet. Thank you for being magnanimous and not scruples with your child."

When the sister taught her a lesson in her parental tone, she couldn't help but secretly glanced at Jiang Ping.

So handsome!

"I'm not young at all!"

The girl was very unhappy after hearing her sister's lesson. She even pushed her chest up and said louder.

But his eyes kept glancing on Jiang Ping's face.

To be honest, the most handsome man she has ever seen in her life is today.

This is not a fault for her being shallow and never met a man.

After all, it is understandable that she has never seen many people at her age, and Jiang Ping has an outstanding image.

Now Jiang Ping is in his prime, and he lives in a state of energy and cultivates his body. The power he has developed over the years is the most attractive stage for the little girl.

Jiang Ping heard the girl’s innocent and innocent words, and was completely out of sincere admiration. He felt inexplicably sour and waved his hand and said:

"No need to apologize. Today you are lucky. I met this young master. If you meet an unreasonable bad guy, you will have no good results.

And you girls are also away, don’t chat with others at will.

After all, there are only a few people who are handsome and kind-hearted like me, and who are consistent in their appearance."
Chapter completed!