A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Well enough?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

He has never learned flying sword swordsmanship.

"Forget it, I understand what you mean."

Before he could answer, Zhenjun Dinghai waved his hand: "You have seen my swordsmanship, that's it."

"But this is pretty good among the Yuanying monks of the Immortal Sect. Many people have never touched technical cold weapons after passing the college entrance examination. They are all powerful magic weapons like stone seals and hills."

"I estimate that even if I search through the entire Immortal Sect, I won't be able to find someone who can be your swordsmanship teacher."

"Don't you have a Mist Orb?"

He remembered something and asked, "You can practice in there. True Lord Yinwu is the True Lord of Swordsmanship. Flying swords and swordsmanship are her foundation. She should be pretty good."

"No way."

Jiang Ding shook his head: "Simply fighting is okay, but I need to systematically learn swordsmanship and then fight, so that I can make progress. I can't make something out of nothing."

"That's true."

Zhenjun Dinghai fell into thinking.

"Are you going to kidnap a Jindan sword cultivator back?"

"No, the Golden Core Sword Cultivation is not enough, at least the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivation is required, but this is too dangerous, and there are also teaching matters that the enemy cannot do. What should I do if I deliberately lead you astray?"

"It seems that the sword cultivators of the Five Elements Heaven Sect can do it. It is best to send them to the sword cultivators of the Five Elements Heaven Sect to study abroad, but this is too dangerous. They may sell you after making a costly transaction..."

"I'll go figure it out."

After thinking for a while, Zhenjun Dinghai sighed. He did not expect that one day the Immortal Sect would have to worry about the strength of teachers: "I will invite a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator from the Five Elements Heavenly Sect to come over and teach you, and at the same time pass on the swordsmanship of the Immortal Sect to you." Put up a shelf, the inheritance of Da Ri Sword Pavilion cannot be left to waste, it is a very good thing."

"It just takes time."

"This kind of communication at the Immortal Sect level is very troublesome. It must first go through the application, approval, and consent of the Immortal Sect. Then the Five Elements Celestial Sect also has to go through the procedures. They are much slower than us. Finally, we have to ensure that the Nascent Soul understands the sword's meaning. Sword cultivator is free..."

"It will take a hundred years to complete the whole process, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"clear!"

Jiang Ding was overjoyed, scratched his head, and pretended to be polite: "I'm so embarrassed to be so aggressive."

"shit!"

Zhenjun Dinghai laughed and cursed.

"get out of class is over!"

…

"...Family is the foundation of human beings. Without family, there would not be many monks in the Immortal Sect."

"Therefore, it is inappropriate to call the many private companies in Xianmen that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years a family. It is most appropriate to call them inheritance families."

"The most important difference between the inheritance family and the nine Immortal Clan families is the size. Three generations live under one roof, with the number of people at most dozens or hundreds. It is completely different from the Immortal Clan family, which has hundreds of thousands of people at every turn. The family is based on family ties rather than clan laws. Maintain harmony within the family.”

“Supplemented by inheritance taxes and laws that require splitting after a certain size, it is difficult for families to form clans.”

"The family of the Nine Immortals Sect is actually a political entity, with family laws and an army of law enforcement monks who enforce the family laws, a fiscal organization that collects taxes within the family to support the top level, and family values ​​that are completely different from other groups.

Each family is basically a small feudal country within the Immortal Sect, and the immortal cultivators among them are often restricted by both the clan law and the Immortal Sect's law. "

"The family is not desirable and should be banned,"

"Family should be encouraged. People who don't love family cannot be expected to love Xianmen..."

The big blue-gold tree spreads out, gathering the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun. The news is playing on the TV not far away. Jiang Ding is sitting on the desk, writing words one by one on the paper with the tip of his ballpoint pen.

This is a practical summary of ideological and moral courses.

"Under the influence of Mrs. Xu, my approach seemed too decisive and overcorrected before..."

Jiang Ding paused.

He kept in mind Zhenjun Dinghai's true intentions and inner demons, silently recalled his previous life experiences, and basically had a clear conscience whether he was dealing with enemies or friends.

Only when facing two nieces and nephews, it seemed too heartless.

“Families are maintained by family ties rather than family laws.”

"Family love."

Jiang Ding said to himself: "We have no experience of living together as teenagers, so our relationship is not deep, but some feelings brought by blood still exist."

"Perhaps, they should be given a general level of support, and then it depends on their own efforts and fate?"

One word after another appears, and the paper continues to expand, always maintaining the size of a piece of paper.

A few days later,

The ideological and moral practice report of more than 100,000 words has been written.

Jiang Ding scanned the text with his consciousness and entered the text on the paper into the email. After proofreading it, he clicked to send it to Ouyang Hui, the ideological and moral teacher.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he continued to enter the state of cultivation, polishing and increasing his magic power.

The TV is off.

It was quiet here, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

I go to class and study every day, go home to visit my family from time to time, and deal with some chores in Tushan Fairy City from time to time.

The days passed by.

Time flies.

Twenty-five years.

"Many more years."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death."

On this day, Jiang Ding woke up from his practice, showing a trace of sadness.

"uncle……"

Since practicing Taoism, my former classmates are now nearly a hundred years old, and the elders have already begun to wither and say goodbye.

between heaven and earth,

There are fewer people who care about and care about me.

The large blue-gold branches, leaves and trunks shrank and flew into the center of the eyebrows. The whole person floated up and merged with a silver-white aerial fighter plane in the sky. It broke through the troposphere with an air explosion, flew out of the stratosphere and disappeared. .

Ten minutes later, a figure appeared above Rongcheng and slowly descended.

"Dingding."

"elder brother……"

At my uncle's house, many people said hello.

Jiang Ding looked over silently.

Lin Wanqiu is now one hundred and twenty-one years old. By practicing the ultimate skill "Ancient Wood Reincarnation Technique", he has extended his life by thirty years and will not die.

Jiang Yuan is now eighty-six years old, with silver hair, wrinkles and nine levels of Qi training.

"Jiang Ding."

Lin Yuanwang's eyes were red and swollen, and he said hello hoarsely.

Jiang Ding didn't say any pale words of comfort. He nodded slightly and looked towards the bed.

Uncle Lin Yong was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt. He was already one hundred and twenty years old. His body was extremely thin, his hair was withered, his skin was gray, and his mind was a little unclear.

Jiang Ding's nose felt sour.

He remembered that many years ago, his uncle came to his home and brought him the blue and white foundation elixir like a treasure in his arms, so that his future work and life would go more smoothly, and he would no longer have to be like the older generation. of hard work.

"Definitely!"

Uncle Lin Yong suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and grinned: "Tell me, if there is reincarnation in the world, can I still see my nephew who is still alive after tens of thousands of years?" ?”

"It will definitely work, uncle."

Jiang Ding said softly.

"That's good."

"that's great……"

Lin Yong let out a long sigh, his voice getting smaller and smaller, his energy and energy collapsing visibly, his chest rising and falling very weakly, and finally he looked at his only son with incomparable nostalgia.

"Uncle, don't worry."

Jiang Ding said softly: "If you are worthy of training, I will provide you with the necessary help."

Lin Yong's eyes closed and there was no more sound.