A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Why, you're not convinced?"

Zhang Junsheng glanced at Jiang Ding.

It can be seen that he was feeling melancholy, but more of it was longing and joy.

In terms of the current situation, he will definitely be able to get the opportunity to become a god, and with his old friends, Dinghai Zhenjun and others sleeping together, he is not alone.

If everything goes well, in the secret realm of sleeping, as soon as he closes his eyes and opens them, thousands of years have passed, and the opportunity to become a god will be delivered to his door.

"No, absolutely not, how can I not accept it in front of you, old man."

Jiang Ding said modestly.

Many cultivators around looked over curiously.

Those in the late and middle stages of the golden elixir, as well as the peak realm, are the same class as Jiang Ding, or seniors, and those below the realm are all juniors.

Zhang Junsheng, Dinghai Zhenjun, and Luling Zhenjun have been teaching at Qingfeng University for about four or five hundred years. The highest cultivation level is the peak of the golden elixir, and the Yuanying stage cultivator has not yet appeared.

The reason why it is called a thousand-year-old peach and plum is a bit exaggerated, used to summarize the great contributions of the three teachers.

There are many cute juniors and seniors here, who are at the Qi training and foundation building stage. When they look at the seniors, many little stars appear in their eyes, and they look like fanatical worshipers.

The rest are An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and other classmates, as well as Wu Mengsha and other seniors.

"It's good that you know!"

"Little Jiang Ding, not worth mentioning."

Zhang Junsheng said with satisfaction: "Brothers are going to sleep, and may not come out for thousands of years. When you break through the God Transformation Stage, you must maintain this good and humble style. At that time, it's best to take me to win without doing anything."

"Do you understand?"

This is a blessing and a beautiful vision.

When he thought that he might have a student at the God Transformation Stage as a backer when he woke up, he was extremely looking forward to it.

As for the Nascent Soul Stage, obviously, he who was deeply involved in the research and development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Technique thought it was not a problem, but only a few hundred years at most.

"Understood, for sure."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

Like Zhang Junsheng, he was also confident that they would meet again in the future, so he was not sad and just regarded it as a short separation.

"It's a good thing to work hard."

"But you shouldn't be impatient and eager for quick success."

Zhengjun Dinghai warned: "Compared to the stable practice of law, the sword practice is already very steep. You must be prudent and not get lost in the killing brought by the sword intent. You must control the sword intent."

"I have also seen the accumulation of killing thoughts in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. It is indeed a problem at the fundamental level and cannot be eliminated."

"But it may not be impossible to control. Killing can also be controlled."

"For example, calm, precise, and orderly killing."

"Chaos is not feasible after all."

Compared to Zhang Junsheng, who has been engaged in rescue excavation and research of the Great Sun ruins, education is the main business of Chengjun Dinghai. He can see the crux of the students' path at a glance and give possible solutions. It is completely the instinct of an old teacher.

"Calm, precise, orderly..."

Jiang Ding was stunned.

This short sentence brought him a lot of thinking, and many inspirations in his sea of ​​consciousness were inspired, causing turmoil, and then slowly calmed down.

Obviously, this is a possible direction, but it is too vague to become a road.

"Teacher, I understand."

Jiang Ding took this sentence to heart and learned from it.

"You still need to practice more in the military formation."

The explanation of True Lord Luling was much briefer and cooler: "This is the foundation of our sect, and it is also an important path for you to surpass the swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion in previous generations, such as Chong Guangzi. We must pay attention to it. If you have average talent, we will practice more. After the Nascent Soul, we will have more time and many opportunities."

"Well, I remember it. In the future, I will spend some time on the military formation while fully ensuring my cultivation."

Jiang Ding sincerely learned from it.

In the past forty years, True Lord Luling, with the help of Tianjun Wanji, successfully merged his soul with a spiritual supercomputer.

Now he looks like a steel metal giant, with various circuits flashing from time to time, full of power and metal mechanical feeling, and his injuries have also improved.

The three teachers repeatedly urged that they should pay attention to every student here and not treat them differently because of their cultivation level or talent differences.

They did their best to give their own suggestions on the students' path, escorting the students on the last journey, to fulfill this teacher-student relationship.

Many students' eyes were filled with tears unconsciously in the gentle words.

It is very likely that for most people, this is the last time they will see each other.

"After I leave, you will take over the position of professor of rescue excavation of the Great Sun Ruins. It will take some time for Wu Mengsha to form a fetus, and it is only possible, not 100%."

Zhang Junsheng turned his face away, so as not to be too sad and out of control.

Many of these students have grown up in his eyes since they were dozens of years old. It is not easy to leave them all at once.

"Teacher, I have tried very hard..."

Wu Mengsha scratched her head a little embarrassedly.

She is hundreds of years old, but she is still like a little girl in front of Zhang Junsheng.

"Yes, teacher."

Jiang Ding nodded gently: "Then wait for the senior sister to form a fetus, and then let her take over."

He has a lot of things to do, such as the adult kendo department, Beiyuan, and kendo scientific research and development, and he really doesn't want to be distracted.

But the rescue excavation of the Great Sun Ruins is very important. It requires the strength of the Yuanying stage to make this major work, and the Jindan cultivator is not capable enough.

During the conversation, True Lord Luling and True Lord Dinghai met each student one by one and gave instructions.

"Students, that's it."

True Lord Dinghai smiled freely.

"We have said goodbye to Senior Mieri before."

"Now, the three of us old guys will go first, waiting for the passing of time and the future in deep sleep."

"May the immortal way look after you, and may the immortal way be evergreen. We can see each other again thousands of years later, and talk about the friendship between teachers and students. Then we can drink again."

"Farewell, teacher!"

Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Wu Mengsha, Jin Lingfeng and other tens of thousands of students bowed deeply: "I wish you, thousands of years later, to attain the Tao and become a god, prolong your life for thousands of years, live long and youthful, and stand among the immortals!"

"I wish you a prosperous immortal way!"

"I'll borrow your good words."

True Lord Dinghai and the other two nodded with a smile: "I also wish you to have a baby as soon as possible, and hope for the great road."

They took a last look at these tens of thousands of students.

The people I am most familiar with and closest to in this world, I have watched them grow up from children to adults and become the backbone of the Xianmen... At this time when their parents and relatives have passed away for many years, they are almost like relatives.

"Let's go."

"Goodbye, classmates."

Zhenjun Dinghai felt a little sour in his nose, turned around and flew into the sky, flying to the Xianmen's sleeping secret realm where the core of the sacred tree Futianrong is located.

Zhenjun Luling and Zhenjun Chengyang also followed him and never looked back.

"Teacher, goodbye!"

Tens of thousands of students bowed again, just like every class that has been repeated for many years.