Seven days passed, and the light flew everywhere.

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

I haven't seen each other for four years, so I miss it.

Six or seven hours later, we arrived at Rongcheng.

After looking at the time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the time for high school classes flew to Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School and landed next to the security room at the school gate.

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

Jiang Ding handed over his ID card to register.

"What middle school are you from? If you don't study well, you skip class and come here. ”

The security guard, a young man in his mid-twenties, looked at him and frowned.

I don't really want to let this kind of teenager with bad tendencies enter the school, so as not to cause trouble and blame him on the leader.

The afterglow swept to the ID card.

Jiang Ding.

Foundation Monk.

ID number: 5227......

"! Old-timer! ”

Jiang Ding's expression darkened.

Who's your old-timer?

You're much younger than me, but be careful that I sue you for slander!

"I'm sorry, old-timer, I'm really sorry I didn't recognize it."

The young man immediately registered him, and said with a smile: "You look too young to recognize you, and you are regarded as those gangsters in the fourth and fifth middle schools who want to come in to pick up girls." ”

Twelve years ago, he was still in elementary school.

“…… Don't call me senior. ”

Jiang Ding was silent for a moment, but he was not good at arguing with a child, and asked, "What about Old Master Hu?" ”

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

"Lao Hu retired, three years ago, it is estimated that he is now at home with his grandchildren."

"Retired."

Jiang Ding was stunned.

After a while, I took my ID card, left the door, and walked slowly on the school playground, blending in with the pile of high school students coming and going, and there was nothing special about it.

"Eccentric old-timers."

Looking at his back, the young man muttered, sat down and took out his mobile phone to start brushing.

There are more big people in the sky, which does not affect him to lie flat and avoid decades of detours.

Jiang Ding walked around the playground, classrooms, and lakes, and each had different emotions and feelings, and his heart was much calmer.

In the Chinese classroom, I also found that Lin Wanqiu was in class with a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, listening carefully, and there was nothing uncomfortable with it.

Without bothering, I went to the cultivation room that I used to use for three years in high school.

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

"It's been a long time since I've used my hands to hold a sword myself."

Sonor!

The sword came out of its sheath and cut out a regular arc, the snow was extremely bright, and the afterimage of the sword wheel stayed in the air for a few breaths, slowly dissipating.

"The sword style is not rusty, and it can continue to improve on the basis of perfection."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it, slightly observed the muscles everywhere with his divine sense, and slashed out a sword again.

Sonor!

The regular arc reappeared, and there was a faint beauty that had never appeared before, and something special was added.

"On top of perfection, it's supernatural, right? Add your own things and sublimate the original martial arts. ”

"It's a pity ......"

Jiang Ding sighed, put the sword back into its sheath, placed it on the weapon rack, and took one last look at this familiar cultivation room.

Turn away.

Flying in the sky for a while, attracted by the constant roar in the distance, the sound of gunshots, 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 previous years, gnawing on it, and delaying the results of cultural classes......"

"You know, not everyone is your senior."

Zhang Dingjun was holding a large axe of law-breaking steel, wielding it vigorously from time to time, shouting.

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

Jiang Ding showed a look of nostalgia and did not disturb the normal progress 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 scattered and rushed in the direction of the bus.

Zhang Dingjun performed his own wind control technique, his body floated, and he was about to fly away.

"Hello Mr. Zhang."

A sixteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi appeared in his field of vision and greeted him politely.

Naturally, there was no obtrusion, as if he had been here all along.

"Jiang Ding, what else do you not understand......

Zhang Dingjun stopped flying and asked subconsciously.

"it!"

"Jiang Ding!"

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

Zhang Dingjun's body trembled, his eyes widened, and he spoke incoherently.

He ran to Jiang Ding's face with a roar, grabbed his neck and shook it back and forth, extremely excited.

It took a long time to calm down a bit.

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

For the first immortal champion taught in his teaching career, it is difficult for him to forget.

"You've laid the foundation."

Zhang Dingjun affirmed.

"I'll calculate, twenty-eight-year-old Zhuji, hiss, this is the champion of Xianmen."

He gasped.

"How do you see that?"

Jiang Ding wondered.

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

"Speculation."

Zhang Dingjun laughed: "More than ten years ago, you were the peak of congenitality, even if you waste some time in the transfer, you must build the foundation now, after all, there is no bottleneck." ”

"Alas, in comparison, my kid has no internal qi now, he is thirteen years old, and his qualifications are so bad......"

He looked at Jiang Ding with blank eyes.

That's it.

"Luckily, I was prepared."

Jiang Ding smiled to himself, took out a jade bottle and threw it over: "The best blue and white Yunji spirit pill, give it to our child Zhang, I wish him a smooth immortal path and a successful foundation in the future." ”

"The best blue and white Yunji Elixir!"

Zhang Dingjun was overjoyed, and took it without any politeness: "It is worthy of building a foundation and overhauling, and the shot is extraordinary, thank you, thank you." ”

This kind of elixir is still precious or secondary, and the most important thing is that there is no channel.

The Jindan cultivators who had the ability to refine this elixir would not waste time refining this low-grade elixir for the exclusive use of mortals, and very few of them flowed to the market.

The two chatted for a while, and when they talked about those years in high school, they were full of emotion.

More than an hour later,

Jiang Ding said goodbye to Zhang Dingjun.

Next, he visited the teachers of each subject in turn, chatted with them, asked about the physical condition of these years, interesting things in teaching, and gave a bottle of blue and white Yunji Lingdan, which contained three grains.

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

After these things were done, he flew into the sky, his divine sense unfolded, and he quickly locked on Lin Wanqiu's location, which was on a bus and was rushing home.

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

(End of chapter)