A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

As soon as seven days passed, the escaping light flew everywhere.

Jiang Ding flew outside the university, planning to use the three-day break to go home and take a look.

I haven’t seen you in four years, so I miss you.

Six or seven hours later, we arrived in Rongcheng.

After looking at the time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, high school class time, so he flew to Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School and landed next to the security room at the entrance of the school.

"Hello, I would like to visit the school."

Jiang Ding handed over his ID card to register.

"Which middle school are you from? If you don't study hard, you skip classes here."

The security guard was a young man about twenty years old. He looked at him and frowned.

I don't want to let such a boy with delinquent tendencies enter the school, lest he get into trouble and the leader blames him.

I saw my ID card out of the corner of my eye.

Jiang Ding.

Foundation-building monk.

ID number: 5227……

"Damn it! Old-timer!"

Jiang Ding's expression darkened.

Who is your senior?

Although you are much younger than me, be careful I will sue you for slander!

"I'm sorry, old man. I'm really sorry. I didn't recognize him."

The young man immediately registered him and said with an apologetic smile: "You look too young to recognize me. I thought you were one of those gangsters from the Fourth and Fifth Middle Schools who want to come in and pick up girls."

The top pick twelve years ago, he was probably still in elementary school at that time.

"...Don't call me senior."

Jiang Ding was silent for a moment, but he couldn't argue with a child and asked, "Where is Master Hu?"

Master Hu is the former school security master. His surname is Hu and he has a big beard. He is very friendly to the students. He plays basketball and football with the children in the school from time to time, and they have a good relationship.

"Lao Hu retired three years ago and is probably now at home taking care of his grandson."

"retired."

Jiang Ding was startled.

After a while, I took my ID card, left the door, and walked slowly on the school playground. I blended in with the crowd of high school students. There was nothing special about me.

"Odd old-timers."

Looking at his back, the young man muttered, sat down, took out his mobile phone and started browsing.

There are so many great people coming and going in the sky, but it doesn't affect him to lie down and avoid decades of detours.

Jiang Ding walked around the playground, various classrooms, and the lakeside. Each had different emotions and feelings, and his heart felt much calmer.

In the Chinese language classroom, I also found Lin Wanqiu attending class with a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children. They seemed to be listening carefully, and there was nothing uncomfortable about it.

Without interrupting, I went to the training room that I had used frequently for three years in high school.

Jiang Ding came to the weapons rack and picked up a spell-breaking steel sword.

"It's been a long time since I held a sword with my hands."

Keng!

The sword was unsheathed and cut out a regular arc, extremely bright. The afterimage of the sword wheel stayed in the air for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

"The Sword Exhibition Style is not unfamiliar, and it can be improved on the basis of perfection."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to feel, slightly observed the muscles with his spiritual consciousness, and struck out with his sword again.

Keng!

The regular arc appeared again, and there was a vague sense of beauty that had never appeared before, something special.

"Beyond perfection, is it transcendence? Add your own things to sublimate the original martial arts."

"pity……"

Jiang Ding sighed, sheathed his sword, put it on the weapon rack, and took one last look at this familiar training room.

Turn around and leave.

After flying in the sky for a while, he was attracted by the constant roaring and rattling gunshots in the distance, and landed in a corner of the field training ground.

"Remember, cold weapons are just a hobby. You just need to understand it. Don't be like those unlucky guys in the past few years who kept chewing on it and delayed their academic performance..."

"You know, not everyone is your senior."

Zhang Dingjun was holding a large French-breaking steel axe, swinging it vigorously from time to time and shouting.

Below, some thirty ignorant fifteen-year-old boys and girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Jiang Ding looked nostalgic and did not disturb the normal course of the class.

A few hours later.

"After class, go back and think more about what you learned today."

Zhang Dingjun announced.

A group of hungry classmates broke up and rushed towards the bus.

Zhang Dingjun used the wind control technique himself, his body floated and he was about to fly away.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

A sixteen-year-old boy in green clothes appeared in his field of vision and said hello politely.

Naturally, without any abruptness, as if he had always been here.

"Classmate Jiang Ding, what else don't you understand..."

Zhang Dingjun stopped his flying steps and asked subconsciously.

"Fuck!"

"Jiang Ding!"

"Why did you come out like a ghost?!"

Zhang Dingjun trembled, his eyes widened, and his words were incoherent.

He ran up to Jiang Ding with a hiss, grabbed his neck and shook him back and forth, extremely excited.

After a long time, I calmed down a little.

Zhang Dingjun looked up and down carefully and smelled it with his nose from time to time.

It would be difficult for him to forget the first Immortal Number One Scholar he taught in his career as a teacher.

"You have established a foundation."

Zhang Dingjun affirmed.

"Let me calculate, twenty-eight-year-old Zhuji, hiss, this is the number one scholar in the Immortal Sect."

He gasped.

"How did you get it?"

Jiang Ding wondered.

An Tuzi is like this, and so is Teacher Zhang.

"Speculation."

Zhang Dingjun laughed: "You were at the innate peak more than ten years ago. Even if you waste some time by changing to another training, you will definitely have established your foundation now. After all, there is no bottleneck."

"Alas, in comparison, my boy has no energy now. He is thirteen years old and his qualifications are completely inferior..."

He looked at Jiang Ding longingly.

Just say it clearly.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

Jiang Ding smiled to himself, took out a jade bottle and threw it over: "The best blue and white foundation-enriching elixir is given to our little friend Zhang. I wish him success in his immortal path and success in building his foundation in the future."

"The best blue and white Yunji elixir!"

Zhang Dingjun was overjoyed and took it without any politeness: "It is indeed a foundation-building overhaul. It is extraordinary. Thank you, thank you very much."

This kind of elixir is secondly precious, and the most important thing is that it has no channels.

Golden elixir monks who have the ability to refine this kind of elixir will not waste time refining this low-level elixir for the use of mortals. Very few of it will reach the market.

The two chatted for a while, talking about their high school years with great emotion.

More than an hour later,

Jiang Ding bid farewell to Zhang Dingjun.

Next, he visited the teachers of each subject in turn, chatted with them, and asked them about their physical condition over the years and interesting things in teaching. When he left, he gave them a bottle of blue and white Yunji elixir with three pills in it.

If preserved properly, it can basically guarantee that three generations will have a good starting point for martial arts qualifications.

After finishing these things, he flew into the sky, unfolded his consciousness, and quickly located Lin Wanqiu's location. He was on a bus, rushing home.

Jiang Ding accelerated and waited at the next stop in advance.