A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"The Tomb of Zhang Gong Dingjun."

"Zhang Gong's name is Dingjun, a cultivator at the peak of foundation building. His mother...father...was born in Rongcheng City, Qian Province, Xianmen in 11090. He was admitted to the Department of Taoism of Qianling University in 11106 and graduated with the third level of Qi training 20 years later..."

"In 11126, Zhang Gong joined Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School to teach. During this period, he taught many students all over the world, and taught a large number of foundation building cultivators, three Jindan, and even taught Jiang Ding, the son of the Sun Sword. He made great contributions to the revival of Xianmen, and history will surely remember him..."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding's eyes paused.

This sentence seems to be self-boasting.

However, he still did not stop Hua Bing and Li Junhao from engraving it.

This is an affirmation of the historical achievements of Teacher Zhang Dingjun, which is related to the teacher's posthumous reputation and historical evaluation. It is not his turn to be modest.

"In 11372, Mr. Zhang served in the Starry Sky Force of the Western Front Army of Xianmen. He was unfortunately killed in the war to liberate the people of the geomagnetic world and for the revival of Xianmen. He was recognized as a starry sky martyr by Xianmen and remembered by future generations."

The tombstone was engraved by Jindan monk Li Junhao himself. The material is an ordinary bluestone and is placed in front of Teacher Zhang Dingjun's tomb.

On both sides of the tomb are Teacher Zhang Dingjun's father and mother.

Jiang Ding's eyes were trance.

In a vague way, he seemed to have returned to more than 200 years ago, seeing two young newlyweds holding their young son, walking on the familiar streets of Rongcheng, laughing from time to time, as if nothing had changed.

The tombstone was built and the grave was covered with soil.

Four Jindan monks placed a handful of white flowers in front of the tombstone, bowed deeply, and remembered and bid farewell to their childhood teacher.

"Teacher Zhang...does he have any descendants?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"Yes, he seems to be the great-grandson of Teacher Zhang."

Li Junhao recalled: "He is a Qi-training cultivator in his sixties or seventies. He came of age after the boundary war ended. He has not participated in the war and has ordinary talents."

"As for other teachers, our homeroom teacher, Teacher Guo Kui, has many descendants, hundreds or even thousands. Teacher Zhang Lan has no descendants. Teacher Li..."

He said these situations one by one.

It can be seen that he has been paying attention to his hometown over the years, but he is busy practicing and has no free time.

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding!"

"There are many descendants in our family too."

Lin Yuanwang seemed to know what was going to happen, and quickly added: "I have hundreds of descendants, Jiang Yuan has more than two thousand descendants, children have grandchildren, grandchildren have great-grandchildren... Anyway, in the blink of an eye, there are so many little kids."

To be honest, his cousin is a bit ruthless in the eyes of the world.

He is very good to his sister, family, himself, and teachers, who are directly connected and have feelings for him. He is so good that it makes people ashamed and embarrassed.

However, for those who have no direct contact with him, but are only related by blood, he completely regards them as strangers.

For example, Jiang Yuan's daughter Xiaoyun has only received a suitable amount of funding so far, and the opportunity to form a pill has not exceeded the quota. Therefore, she is still serving in the army and accumulating more preparations for forming a pill. She rarely has time to take a vacation.

Xiaoyun's children, as well as the children of her twin brother Xiaoxiong who has died for many years, are directly ignored.

Of course, he only dared to think about these words secretly.

If he really wanted to accuse him, Lin Yuanwang himself couldn't open his mouth.

"Then we'll go together."

"Hua Bing, Li Junhao, we're on the way today, so let's count your descendants as well."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment: "I'll invest 5 billion low-grade spirit stones to establish a foundation for the orphans of martyrs, which will be used to take care of the descendants of Teacher Zhang Dingjun, other teachers, and our descendants, limited to Qigong cultivators, to give them the opportunity to build a foundation."

"In addition to these relationship requirements, the ideological and moral scores of the sponsored people in school must reach more than 100 points."

"It is expected that it will be used up in eleven or twelve generations, and it will end when it is used up."

"What do you think?"

Jiang Ding asked.

These are basically the last care.

As time goes by, many things will gradually disappear and become unfamiliar.

After dozens of generations, people basically can no longer know who their ancestors are, and they no longer have any emotions, and can no longer empathize with the emotions of their ancestors, and there is no emotional continuation and inheritance.

"Five billion low-grade spirit stones!"

Li Junhao and Hua Bing took a breath of cold air.

In the past, I only heard about how powerful Da Ri Jian Zi was, but I didn't think much of him. Now I suddenly feel the terrible crushing of financial resources. It is estimated that most Yuan Ying cultivators are not as rich as him.

The same level Jin Dan, it is estimated that the life savings may not even make the side of his pocket money!

"This is too much..."

Hua Bing was a little embarrassed.

"Rich man!"

"Thank you very much!"

Li Junhao interrupted Hua Bing, with a glare, and said loudly.

What are you being polite about? !

This is a great opportunity for the descendants!

If they really knew that the ancestor was polite to them in front of such a great opportunity, they would cry for ten days and ten nights, and cry to death in front of the bed.

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding smiled.

Next, several people paid tribute to the teachers of each subject one after another, and then separated and went to see their relatives.

Every Jin Dan cultivator has experienced many eternal separations, and there has never been an exception.

Jiang Ding and Lin Yuanwang came to the grave of grandpa and grandma, paid homage, talked about some family matters, how they are doing now, everything is fine at home, and recalled the things in their childhood, which made them feel a lot of emotion.

"Grandpa and grandma, if you know that there are two Jindan cultivators in our family, you will be very happy, right?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

"Of course."

Lin Yuanwang smiled and nodded.

After many years, the sadness in the past has disappeared, and it has been deposited in my heart, turning into deep longing, and I can face it normally.

"That's good."

Jiang Ding smiled and looked at Lin Yuanwang: "How have you been these years?"

"Hey, just messing around."

"I work in Qianyang, and I bought a house. I live in a third-level middle-grade cave. I have a girlfriend from time to time and visit my great-grandson and little kids. My life is pretty good."

Lin Yuanwang waved his hand.

It's full of life.

Jiang Ding was a little stunned.

In comparison, his life seems to have nothing else except cultivation, research, and fighting. It is not a complete life in the conventional sense.

‘But, this is natural.’

‘I’m only sixteen.’

The next moment, Jiang Ding figured it out.

“I’ll be relieved if you’re doing well. If you have any difficulties, remember to tell me. Don’t handle it alone.”

“Pay more attention to cultivation.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand and flew into the sky, bidding farewell to his relative.

“Don’t worry!”

“I will.”

Lin Yuanwang laughed.

With such a cousin around, he would be a fool to handle it by himself. He is not a rebellious teenager of fifteen or sixteen years old.