The bus passes through the mist and rainbow over the waterfall, through the jungle, and finally lands smoothly on the square.

In the middle of the square,

A ninety-nine-meter-high mountain rock towers, and on it, several spiritual texts of 'Qingfeng University' are majestic and magnificent, with an invisible aura, which makes people breathe slowly.

In the soul, there was a blur, and vaguely, I saw a man with an imposing momentum like a starry dome, spitting blood, standing in front of the mountain rocks, and writing these words with difficulty.

The sadness of the hero's twilight years welled up in his heart.

"These words, ruled by the seventh generation of Xianmen, 'Wu', were written in the twilight of life."

Jin Lingfeng introduced.

"At that time, the Immortal Sect had already cut off the passage of the Blue Glowing Star plane, and used forbidden nuclear weapons to trap and kill the Blood Cloud Sect Transformation God Ancestor, barely standing in the realms, it was the time of storm."

"'Wu' only has less than ten years of life left at this time, but he refuses to rest, and spends all his time on building a university, researching nuclear weapons, and other matters that are vital to the life and death of Xianmen."

"Until the last moment of the end of life."

"Countless sages are like this, so there is today's immortal gate."

Jiang Ding's heart fluctuated for a while, and he couldn't wait to dream back to the era when Xianmen was struggling to survive, slash all enemies with his sword, and let these talented sages survive and live forever.

On the square, new students come and go, accompanied by family members from time to time, with large bags and small bags.

There are also tourists who come to visit on the opening day of new students, and there are people everywhere, noisy and lively.

The immortal atmosphere that I finally felt was suddenly much less.

"Dad, Mom, I told you, I go to school by myself......"

An awkward voice complained, pushing away the clumsy-looking old man behind him, like an old farmer, and a middle-aged beautiful woman in a palace skirt, rushing here.

It was the little fat man Ou Daocheng.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he immediately blushed and hid in the crowd.

Sonor!

With a slight groan, the azure flying sword was frantically warning.

Jiang Ding's body shook a little, and he looked at the old clumsy old farmer behind Ou Daocheng.

Infant Monk!

It doesn't matter, the important thing is that he has an aura similar to that of an out-of-bounded monk!

It's the kind of thing that can be seen at a glance, the temperament and eyes that regard mortals and low-level monks as ants are completely different from those of high-level monks of the Immortal Sect.

"Oinchi Kenko?"

The old farmer was surprised, bowed slightly, and left with the middle-aged beauty beside him.

Jiang Ding didn't move.

"Naturalized monks."

An Siyan finally found him, and said softly: "Yuanying Monk has a certain strategic value, especially the Yuanying Monk who was born in the small world and has an innocent net worth, the Immortal Sect is very welcome, and will give them the treatment of the Yuanying of the Immortal Sect of the same rank one level lower, in terms of resources and the opportunity to transform the gods. ”

"Their second generation, as long as they have lived in Xianmen since childhood, for at least 18 uninterrupted years, and receive Xianmen civic education, will be regarded as Xianmen citizens and have full citizenship rights."

“…… Thank you very much......"

Jiang Ding wiped his forehead.

There is no doubt that if he encounters such a big man outside the realm, he will die completely at a thought.

"It's kind of funny."

An Siyan laughed.

"It's the first time I've seen you like this, and I think that kendo is fearless, born by the sword, died by the sword, and rejoiced when I saw the enemy."

"Stereotypes."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly and walked forward with Jin Lingfeng.

Tall school buildings appeared, and the students of the general department began to diverge and walk towards these places, while the students of the monastic department continued to move forward.

There are very few people,

There are also Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Ou Daocheng, and a few other teenagers and girls who don't know.

The monastic department of Seifu University admits only one hundred and eight people a year, divided into three classes.

The speed suddenly increased, covering dozens of kilometers.

"This is our dorm."

Jin Lingfeng pointed to the reckless mountains in front of him and said, "Everyone has a mountain peak, and there is a first-order superb spiritual vein on it, as well as an experimental spiritual field, and there will be rivers. ”

"Coursework is compulsory and elective."

"If you are interested in the elective Lingzhifu elective, you can choose a mountain with more spiritual fields, similar breeding, those who draw talismans can grow some basic materials, and those who refine can choose those with craters."

"In terms of majors, it is roughly divided into three key directions: scientific research, logistics, and combat, but remember, everyone has to learn military formations and combat skills, and they must go to the battlefield when necessary, but the recruitment sequence of scientific research and logistics majors will be a little later."

"You can choose a dormitory now, or you can wait a few days to choose."

"You can consider choosing to be near my Golden Bell House."

Jin Lingfeng handed each of them a card with a flash of light on it, and a name and student number written on it, plus a large head sticker.

"It's an access card, it's an identity card, and it can be used everywhere in the school."

Jiang Ding took the identity card and entered his true qi.

In a flash of inspiration, an image unfolded in front of me, the mountains and rivers were undulating, most of them were gray, and many places were full of the words so-and-so grade and so-and-so class, and there was only a small area to choose from.

A point in the center of this area has been occupied, and there are a few large characters on it, and a smaller line, on which is written the first grade class of Golden Bell Wind.

"Wow! Wind chimes you are here! ”

A few girls got together and quickly selected all the peaks around the Golden Bell House that had a slightly better aura.

Jiang Ding chose a crescent moon hill close to the edge and relatively clean.

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock class meeting, the specific location of the notice on the access card."

The golden bell wind greeted, and the seven feathers held up her body, and the wind puffed up, flying into the distance, continuing to earn one of her credits.

"Would you like to have a drink to celebrate the start of school?"

Ou Daocheng and several boys gathered around Jiang Ding and asked.

"Forget it, I don't drink."

Someone immediately refused and left on his own, and it was obvious that he was not very good at socializing.

"Sorry, I'm tired."

Jiang Ding was similar, and said apologetically.

According to the guidance of the access control card, it took more than ten minutes to finally come to a mountain with a cliff protrusion, facing the sea of clouds, which made people very happy at a glance.

"Ding!"

"Tested, welcome, new classmates, do you need a name for your dormitory?"

I looked through it, and there was a freshman manual in the access control card, which introduced that this was the artificial intelligence housekeeper in the dormitory, and the factory settings would be automatically restored every time I changed people.

"Let's call it the Banyan Tree House."

Jiang Ding was a little homesick, and walked slowly, spreading out the formations along the way, and came to the edge of the cliff.

There's nothing about a cave or anything.

The last owner of this place seemed to be an ascetic, who had not even built a gazebo, and was not afraid of getting wet in the rain.

Shout!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out of its cuffs and landed on the rocks, its roots digging deep into the rocks, quickly extending to a height of more than three meters, and the shade of the tree was seven or eight meters wide.

The sky within a radius of several hundred meters was dark, and the essence of the Great Sun and the aura of heaven and earth were swallowed up, becoming the nutrients for the growth of the blue gold tree.

Under the tree, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.

(End of chapter)