The aura of heaven and earth converges and compresses a little towards the center.

Mana begins to shift from gaseous to liquid.

If successful, you can refine your body and soul with qualitative mana, thereby extending your lifespan to two hundred and fifty years, and the upper limit of your thirty-year lifespan during the Qi training period can also be stacked.

If you fail, you will die.

The body and soul of the foundation builder are too old.

At the age of one hundred and twenty-six, mortals are already a pile of white bones at this age, and the slightest bit of trauma will trigger a chain reaction of body collapse.

"What will be the result?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the law of nature?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, suddenly revealing a hint of coldness.

"If we really follow birth, old age, sickness and death, what is the point of our cultivation, why don't we die after a hundred years?"

"The laws of nature can also be reversed!"

"Central Array Spirit Computer."

Jiang Ding calmed down: "With the Taiqing Flying Sword as collateral, can you temporarily obtain a god transformation battle merit, if the people inside fail to break through the foundation, can you keep the second half of the qualitative change of the divine soul, seal it and send it to the sleeping secret realm?" ”

"Yes."

There was no moment's delay in the sound of the Central Array Soul Computer.

"Within a thousand years, you can hand in a copy of the Transformation God Battle Merit."

"That's fine."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and entered the cultivation state, no longer feeling uneasy, almost giving birth to a demon.

The people around him also held their breath and did not dare to make any noise.

I don't know how long later.

Tick!

There was a sound in the dark, and the first drop of water fell from the jade plate like a mirror.

"It's finished."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding suddenly opened his eyes, a smile bloomed, a joy was born from his heart, and he no longer had any worries, laughing: "It is worthy of being Jiang Tianjun's mother in the future, how can she not even pass a level of foundation building?" ”

"Impossible,"

"Impossible!"

Under the emotional turmoil, the invisible breath technique suddenly failed.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a young face, like a high school student, was laughing wildly at the door of the cultivation room, saying super middle two words, which made people want to cover their eyes and ears.

"Is this uncle?"

The young man and woman were dumbfounded.

If it's not here, wherever you see it, you have to think that the little guy who skipped class from some school.

This appearance, the shameful temperament of the middle two, there is no difference at all.

"Hello."

Jiang Ding hurriedly put down his crossed hand, and solemnly greeted them amiably, and his body disappeared again.

After a long time, the turbulent aura of heaven and earth calmed down.

After a few days of steady cultivation, the door of the cultivation room slowly opened.

In the faint pressure of Zhuji, Lin Wanqiu walked out, the dark brown skin on her face became whiter, the wrinkles were less, and even the white hair on her head had partially turned black, and the whole changed from white to gray-black.

All of a sudden, I was much younger.

From the appearance of being in his nineties to the appearance of being sixty or seventy years old, he is much healthier and tougher.

“…… Mother? ”

Jiang Yuan called out tentatively, hesitating, a little afraid to recognize each other.

"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"

Lin Wanqiu didn't know why.

"It's really Mom."

Jiang Yuan was shocked.

Forget about that pervert, she's been like this since elementary school, and she's been used to it for so many years.

But getting along day and night, the mother, who has always been the image of the elders in her heart, suddenly became younger than herself, and when she stood together, it was as if she had become a mother.

This abruptness brought a great sense of fantasy to her heart.

"Congratulations, auntie!"

Lin Yuanwang said happily.

He had just experienced the loss of his loved ones one after another, and he never wanted to experience it again.

It's really nice to have an elder in the world.

"Congratulations grandma!"

The two little ones said in unison.

"Good grandson!"

Lin Wanqiu's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

……

After staying at home for a few more months, confirming that Lin Yuanwang's mental state had improved and he was able to go to work and practice normally, Jiang Ding instructed Jiang Yuan to practice, his body floated in the air, and he left his hometown again to return to school.

did not immediately fly into the air and space fighters, but escaped and fell to the gate of Rongcheng Cemetery.

Buying a few handfuls of white chrysanthemums nearby, Jiang Ding followed the flow of people and lined up to enter the cemetery.

Around, most of them were people like him, sad and silent, even if it wasn't a holiday, there were many people who came and went.

"It turns out that in the city where I was born, people leave every moment."

Jiang Ding thought silently.

"Every moment, someone is born, it's a reincarnation."

"In the past, I always ignored these things casually, thinking that I would never encounter them, but after all, I just thought."

Pacing slowly in the cemetery, the flow of people gradually dispersed.

In the end, he was left alone, and there were silent tombstones standing around him.

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

"Guo Gongkui's tomb."

"Gong Guo's name is Kui, a peak monk of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and his mother ...... Father...... Born in 11068 in Rongcheng City, Qianxian Province, Xianmen, he was admitted to the monastic department of Qianling University in 11084, and graduated twenty years later with the three-layer realm of Qi training, and then went to serve in the small realm of Canghai ......"

"In 11115, he joined Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School to teach and teach, during which he was full of peach and plum all over the world, and taught nine foundation building monks......"

"In 11127, Guo Gong taught the first Xianmen champion in the history of Rongcheng City, the great day sword Jiangding, who made great contributions to the Xianmen, and must remember that the years cannot erode the slightest, and there are still people who remember it after tens of millions ......of years."

"In 11202, Guo Gong passed away at home, and future generations will remember him."

Jiang Ding placed the white chrysanthemum in front of Guo Kui's grave.

"Teacher Guo, go all the way."

In a trance, I remembered that many years ago, Guo Kui slammed the table on the podium, scolding who wrote the wrong symbol in the first law of the Xianmen to send points, and looked angry.

It's 11208.

The high school teachers died one after another a few years ago, and he attended the funeral every time, drawing an end to this period of teacher-student love.

"Hey, Jiang Ding, it's you again."

Behind, a familiar voice was heard.

"Hello Mr. Zhang."

Jiang Ding turned around and said hello.

It is Zhang Dingjun, an instructor at Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, who is now in the early stage of foundation building, and is also the last person left in the group of teachers in high school.

"Back from school again?"

Zhang Dingjun put a handful of white chrysanthemums in front of Guo Kui's grave, and walked to the graves of his old colleagues such as Mr. Wang Lan and asked casually.

"Hmm."

Jiang Ding nodded and kept up.

"Lao Guo, in fact, he is expected to go further."

"He values his children too much."

Zhang Dingjun put the chrysanthemum in front of Teacher Wang Lan's grave, and sighed: "You were admitted to the Xianmen champion, and the Xianmen rewarded a Zhuji Dan and a complete set of three treasures for the foundation, he was useless, and left it to his children, and the same is true of the best Zhuji Dan that you gave him later, and he only relied on exercises to prolong his life for more than ten years." ”

"It's all good."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

This is Guo Kui's own right choice, and outsiders are not qualified to comment.

"Yes."

Zhang Dingjun stopped talking.

He is the same, his classmates and colleagues have disappeared one after another, and after a few years, his heart is still empty.

After Jiang Ding followed Zhang Dingjun to pay respects to the deceased teachers one by one, he waved his hand, flew into the sky, merged with the air and space fighters, and flew into the distance.

(End of chapter)