JIN Lingshan,

There are three spring and autumn cycles, and the top of the mountain is golden.

"It always feels like time is getting less and less valuable."

"I vaguely remember that many years ago, three years was a long time, which can bring a lot of memories and go through a lot of things."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Shout!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, crisscrossing the golden waves of wheat at the top of the mountain, and returned a moment later, and the patches of wheat stalks fell, crumbling into powder.

The light blue magnetic field assisted the dotted line of the Dao "Wanhua Magnetic Yuan Sutra" flashed, and the little wheat grains were suspended, converging into a stream, and pouring into the storage jade pendant.

The remaining vitality and aura are vigorous, and only one-tenth of the plants with the potential of advanced second-order golden spirit wheat remain.

There is no need to sow seeds again, the aura and growth space required by the second-order spiritual wheat are more than several times that of the first-order golden spiritual malt, so it is just right to screen it out like this.

After dealing with these, Jiang Ding put his eyes on a pile of storage bags on the ground and ingested them.

As expected, the specimens were few and far between, and the value of the individual was getting higher and higher, and the number of three years combined was not as small as the harvest of the previous half month.

However, it would always be nice to add some flora and fauna data to the Xianmen Library.

Over the years, the birth of many pills and synthetic materials has been related to the specimens he collected, and the patent fees have earned tens of thousands of spirit stones.

The key is that this is endless, and it will be there for more than 700 years in the future, which is three times the lifespan of the foundation building monks.

Finally, there are more than a dozen jade slips, which are from Liu Sanqi's sect intelligence, Han Lin and Gong Caiyu's harvest and encounter in collecting specimens, and some cultivation questions.

"Two years ago, there was a battle between the Jindan of the Sect and the Jindan of the Blood Slaughter Palace?"

Jiang Ding looked at a piece of information and thought for a moment.

As a result, it was naturally the Seven Feather Sect Jin Dan who was defeated, and the Fire Vein Jin Dan was seriously injured by the ancestor of Wednesday Yan, if it weren't for the mysterious Seven Elements Tablet of the Sect's Supreme Treasure inherited by the ancestor, maybe there would be another Jin Dan.

The current situation is not good, the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall are attacking the city, constantly encroaching on the spirit ore and spirit veins in various parts of the Seven Feather Sect, the sphere of influence is constantly shrinking, and the disciples who build the foundation and practice qi are greatly damaged.

Jin Dan did not join the battlefield of building foundation qi training.

The Blood Slaughter Hall Jin Dan can defeat the Seven Feather Sect Jin Dan, but relying on the treasure of the sect, there is no certainty of killing at present, and he does not want to spread the battle to a lose-lose situation where the Jin Dan of both sides will kill the middle and low-level monks.

Generally speaking, if there is no absolute certainty of destroying the hostile Jin Dan in this kind of war in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, it can only be grinded little by little, forcing one party to give up the sect and leave, so as not to end up together.

Thanks to the fact that a few years ago, the Blood Slaughter Hall suddenly lost dozens of foundation-building monks, and although the foundation building battle situation was unfavorable, it was still able to hold on.

"It's troublesome."

Jiang Ding's brows furrowed.

As far as personal selfishness is concerned, he is willing to contribute to the Seven Feather Sect under the condition of ensuring his own safety, but after deducting the Breaking Immortal Gold and the Super Aerospace Fighter, he can only deal with the mid-stage Jindan cultivator at most.

These two things, if exposed, must be extinguished.

Otherwise, even if they worked hard for the Seven Feather Sect, once it was leaked, the Seven Feather Sect monks might still turn from allies to enemies under external pressure.

"Let it be."

Jiang Ding's expression was faint.

He had indeed received some things from the Seven Feather Sect, which had provided a lot of help in the early stages of his growth, and the highest value was the right to use a second-order supreme spiritual vein and an opportunity to enter the Nine Heavens Ruins.

The latter, in particular, gave his mother a chance to live past the limit of one hundred and twenty years of mortal life.

He kept all these in mind, plus the increase in interest from the weak period to the present.

"The disciples of the Nine Heavens Ruins Killing Blood Slaughter Hall have harvested a large number of Zhuji Dan main materials, which can be regarded as one-fifth of the repayment."

Jiang Ding said to himself: "When the time is ripe, go and kill the Hundred Ghost Ancestors in the middle of Jindan, which is four-fifths." ”

"In this way, I can say that I have a clear conscience."

As for what others think,

I don't really care.

"Besides, Liu Sanqi is ninety years old this year? So fast. ”

Jiang Ding sighed and put down the jade slip.

This person has been busy with things up and down the mountain since he came to Jinling Mountain eighteen years ago, and now, it has finally come to the end of fate.

The divine consciousness touched the jade pendant, and a message was passed on.

A moment later, a slightly excited light flew in from a distance, a kilometer apart, and fell respectfully, walking in unison.

His hair was gray and wrinkled, and he was in the second half of his life, and the mana and divine consciousness of the Qi Realm cultivator could no longer stop the onset of aging.

"Little Liu Sanqi, knock on the little uncle and ancestor!"

Liu Sanqi said respectfully, and his mind was inevitably in a trance.

This scene, just like eighteen years ago, when they met for the first time, there was no difference, and the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him was the same as many years ago, and the time and years did not leave any traces on him.

The only one who changes is yourself.

"Uncle Xiao, the little one is old, his hands and feet are not dexterous, his mind is drowsy, and he can no longer serve you, so he has come to beg to return, return to his hometown to worship his ancestors, sweep the graves of his parents, and teach his grandchildren."

Liu Sanqi cleaned up his mood and bowed.

I wanted to kneel, but I was stopped by a force.

"It's not peaceful outside, is it safe for you to go outside?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"The small hometown is between the ordinary people of the Yue Kingdom, and the turmoil in the immortal cultivation world is difficult to spread, even if there is, it is only a Qi cultivation period cultivator, and it can barely be handled."

Liu Sanqi showed a look of emotion.

This is indeed the Lord of Benevolence, and he tries his best to consider the people below at all times, but unfortunately, he was already over seventy years old when he met him, and it was difficult to further his cultivation.

He had regrets in his heart.

"Over the years, thank you for working hard for me, never made mistakes, eighteen years, six thousand days and months, it is not easy." Jiang Ding sighed.

"Any wishes?"

"This is a small duty, and the little uncle doesn't have to worry about it."

Liu Sanqi's spirits perked up, and he said cautiously: "The youngest one has a son, a ninth-level cultivator who cultivates qi, and is more than sixty years old, and wants to seek a future for him, I wonder if you can let him enter the ranks of true disciples and participate in the competition for Zhuji Dan two years later on behalf of Jin Lingshan?" ”

"The only one who is small is this wish, no matter what the final life or death of this son is, it is his wish."

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Take out a talisman, enter your mana, and let it turn into a cloud of green smoke and fly towards the main hall of the sect.

Dozens of minutes later.

A talisman flew from the sky, carrying a glittering jade box on it.

"It's ......"

Liu Sanqi was carried away by a wave of ecstasy, his mouth was trembling, and his words were incoherent.

"Tsukidan."

Jiang Ding opened it casually, and a red pill bloomed with rich and pure medicinal power, and his divine sense scanned it: "The medium-grade Zhuji Dan can increase the probability of building a foundation by two percent, I wish your son Immortal Dao evergreen, and he can still encounter it after many years." ”

The jade box closed and flew in front of Liu Sanqi.

"Thank you, Uncle Junior Ancestor!"

Liu Sanqi's eyes were red, he knelt down and bowed, tears couldn't help but flow, flowing between the wrinkles: "The small one is just doing some small things, your etiquette is too heavy, the small one is not a person, and you have reported your traces on the mountain to the ancestor many times." ”

"I'm not human!"

He slapped himself incessantly, remorse and chagrin.

"It's okay, it's just a trivial matter, Senior Brother just cares about my cultivation and life."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and he fell into cultivation.

Liu Sanqi bowed again, put away the jade box, didn't dare to disturb the slightest, retreated outward, bowed again thousands of kilometers away, and left.

(End of chapter)