Chapter 1817: Journey to the soul, illuminate the fog

This is the place where he married Zhao Xueqing and the place where the dream began.
But now, together with the King No. 1 Villa on the Lion Peak, they have been renovated to become a tourist attraction, a famous attraction, and the Linzhou Taichu Historical Museum has been established.
Every day, thousands of people come to visit and admire.
At this time, in the courtyard of the villa stood a bronze statue of Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing hand in hand. In the window and case table, Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing’s life history and many achievements were displayed. The holographic projection is full of modernity and plays many promotional videos.
"Dad, is this the place where you and mom lived?"
Jiang Beibei looked curiously and asked.
Jiang Tian took her little hand and hid among the tourists, like a mortal, strolling into the living room, seeing things and thinking about people, and said with emotion:
"I'm just a dude, stupid as a cow,'sex' as strong as a tiger, with high eyes and low hands, no accomplishment, but a terrible temper. However, your mother never disliked me. I was sick at the time, and your mother had to work hard every day. Stay up all night and work overtime and take care of me."
He stroked the 29-inch big belly TV and smiled:
"However, she never complained, she worked hard all the time, struggling to make her life better, better, even a little bit better. Because my father was too poor at the time, the TV set outside Qianle was her. I bought it from the second-hand market. Now that the technology is developing rapidly, holographic projection and VR technology are all applied. This kind of old TV can really stand up as an antique!"
At this time, an administrator walked quickly and bowed and said: "Sir, this is a cultural relic, you can't touch it casually!"
"Oh, sorry."
Jiang Tian smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Jiang, no, no, God from the beginning, you are here!"
The administrator was surprised and screamed as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"What? The prince is here in the beginning!"
"real or fake!"
"Isn't the in the beginning in retreat? How could he come out?"
This shout shocked everyone.
For a time, visitors were inside the third and outer three floors, and Jiang Tian was completely surrounded by water, and they rushed to bow, their faces full of admiration.
"Yeah! I'll take a look!"
Jiang Tian arched his hands slightly, his expression was kind, and said, "Excuse me, everyone!"
"Don't bother, don't bother. What do you always say, it is an honor for me to be able to meet the God of the Beginning!"
"God in the beginning, you walk around slowly, I'll wait to retreat!"
Everyone hurriedly said.
Jiang Tian is aloof and out of the world, he is like a sacred Buddha in the eyes of everyone. In the eyes of everyone, perhaps giving him a piece of peace is the greatest respect.
However, at this time, a beautiful shadow walked quickly against the flow of people, and said with excitement: "Jiang Tian! You are here!"
The woman is in her thirties, but she is well maintained. She looks like a young girl in the eighteenth century, but her beautiful eyes are clear and reveal a bit of depth and firmness, with a slight vicissitudes of life, which adds a few differences to her. charm.
The nameplate on her chest also shows her identity, the curator of Linzhou Jiang Taichu Archives.
"Liu Yating?"
Jiang Tian smiled warmly and said: "Why did you become the curator? Your beauty is natural, no matter what? Why become the curator!"
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Liu Yating wears a black "color" professional dress, her slender jade legs are wrapped in thin black "color" stockings, and she steps on high heels, still looking shrewd and capable. She looked at Jiang Tian excitedly, her eyes were reddish, and she smiled: "Beautiful If Tiancheng is already dead, why do you mention this?"
"died?"
Jiang Tian was taken aback for a moment. However, he immediately wanted to understand that the spiritual energy was revived, the cultivation civilization prospered, and the life span of human beings could be doubled. As long as mortals practice a little breath and breathe technique, they can look immortal. If the beauty of Tiancheng is abandoned by the times, it is also normal.
"Well. To be precise, I took the initiative to close the company."
Liu Yating smiled and said: "However, I seem to have gained a new life. I am very happy to talk to friends like Shen Le and Zheng Li every day, or introduce your deeds to tourists!"
"Is this Beibei? It's really cute! She looks exactly like her!" Liu Yating squatted down, with a loving face, and hugged Jiang Beibei.
"Hello Auntie Yating!" Jiang Beibei said.
"The company you most valued died, but you got a new life? It's interesting."
Jiang Tian smiled, seemingly enlightened.
"You finally come back, go and have a look!"
Liu Yating suddenly remembered that it has been three years since Zhao Xueqing was taken away by the Immortal Emperor. Jiang Tian's mood can be imagined. His eyes are reddish and authentic: "Don't worry, I will let people close. No one will disturb you!" She directed at Tang Linglong winked, and the two of them retreated silently.
"I was on this sofa at the beginning and rewritten the "medicine" formula of Yangji Ointment. Your mother thought I didn't understand anything, and was writing "chaotic" paintings, to spoil her and want to screw my ears!"
Jiang Tian took his daughter to sit on the old sofa in the living room, tenderness appeared in his eyes, and smiled:
"However, this is not the original sofa. Your mother, if it sounds good, it is called diligence and frugality, and if it is awkward, it is called buckle and buckle. Life is difficult at the time, and your mother and I moved to King One Villa. I rented this villa to someone else. I guess the family thought the sofa was worn out, so I replaced it."
"Your Aunt Yating, I guess I found the original photo materials and someone created the same model, but the one is exquisite, exactly the same, and even meticulously old. Even the hole made by the cigarette on it is generally the same!"
"Dad, you are so annoying. If it's exactly the same, it's the original one. Why do you think so much!"
Where did Jiang Beibei sit still, running around, suddenly turning back and saying.
"It's exactly the same, is it the original?"
Childish and innocent words flashed past, and Jiang Tian suddenly flashed like a thunderbolt in his mind, illuminating a corner of the "mist" fog.
"Of course. It is exactly the same, of course it is the original, even if it is different from the original, it is still the original!"
Jiang Beibei said seriously:
"Dad, I heard Uncle Dahei talked to me about cultivation. Mortals are just mortal wombs, and the foundation pill is the true essence life. The body of the soul infant and the can be formed by the law, and the old monsters who return to the void can even be sued. The emptiness is integrated with the heaven and the earth. Dad, how much has changed since you have cultivated from a mortal to a Yuan Ying, but you are still you!"
"Haha, Beibei is fine. You can teach Dad!"
Jiang Tian laughed heartily, his face full of gratified "color", and he said without hesitation: "In the long years, not only the objective existence will change, but even the consciousness and thought will change drastically. But I can answer you, Dad is still Dad!"
"You can answer this question. But you may not answer the next question!"
"I'll tell you a funny story, which was read to me by Aunt Linglong before I went to bed last night."
Jiang Beibei carried her hands on her back and said softly:
"There is a ship, called the Ship of Theseus, that can sail for hundreds of years at sea. This is due to its many spare parts, which can be repaired and replaced without interruption. As long as a wooden board rots, it will be destroyed. Replace, and so on, until all the functional components are not the original ones. The question is, is the resulting ship still the original ship of Theseus, or a completely different ship? If not The original ship, when will it cease to be the original ship?"
"If you use the old parts removed from the ship of Theseus to directly rebuild a new ship, then which of the two ships is the real ship of Theseus?"
"Very interesting story! Yeah, is it still that ship? Two ships, which one is the real Theseus?"
Jiang Tian silently listened with a smile, but his face was like a Pinghu, his heart was thunderous, and again there was lightning shining through the fog.