Chapter 535 The First Huashan Sword of the Immortal Gate

Xianmen's first Huashan sword

"The first Huashan Sword Discussion in Xianmen will be held two months later, on September 9, and it will be the case every year in the future."

Wei Hu continued to report: "According to our early invitation through the kendo halls in various places, as well as the spontaneous registration of the people, there will probably be more than one million people to participate in this Huashan sword debate. ”

And rightfully so.

The prize is also 100,000 lower grade spirit stones, and there are different rewards from the first to the first place.

Moreover, it is aimed at mortals and Qi cultivators, and the bonus of this level can be regarded as extremely rare, even for the sake of money.

Besides, in this era when kendo has just begun to develop, everyone's level is just like that, and the gap is not big.

Maybe, with good luck, he will easily carry millions of dollars home and become a big star in the crowd, gaining fame and fortune.

"Senior, the champion of Huashan Sword, can you get a gimmick award?"

Wei Hu hesitated for a moment and asked.

He knew that high-level cultivators extremely didn't like others to disturb their cultivation, especially if they were disturbed at such a high frequency once a year, and they didn't know how to die in a place where security was almost done.

However, this person is not interested in this matter and still wants to give it a try.

"How?"

"Do you want me to personally present the Champion of the Sword Debate once a year?"

Jiang Ding asked with interest.

If the main body is here, he will turn his face, practice for a few months and a week, and practice the flying sword for a few months and a reincarnation, if he interrupts it once a year, he will almost go mad every time, he really wants to cut people.

However, the doppelganger has nothing to do.

"No, no, no......"

Wei Hu waved his hand again and again: "The director of our marketing department said that this is too close to the people, but it is not good, people are too close to their own things, it is difficult to have awe and yearning, we want to be a little more ethereal, a little fairy." ”

He explained in detail.

"For example, if the Immortal Crane Sword flies in and falls into the hands of the champion, or if an immortal light descends from the sky to wash the essence of this Qi Cultivator, or for example, a Great Dao Flower falls from the sky or something, it is best to show one or two golden pills."

"Is that so? No problem. ”

Jiang Ding nodded thoughtfully.

It's really not okay to be too close, just like Wei Hu, if you communicate too much, there are often some impolite things.

Of course, this is not a big deal.

Immortal cultivators suppress the world with great power, rather than mortal emperors and popes, and rely on the awe of others to live, and others lose their awe and no longer obey, which is equivalent to the death of their own lives.

The power is here, whether you respect it or disdain it.

However, it must be done according to the will of the powerful, otherwise, there is a choice of free and disdainful death, which should be allowed.

"Senior, then this time Huashan's sword will be foolproof,"

"Our marketing department has bought hot searches, advertisements, and bloggers' recommendations and warm-ups on major websites in Xianmen, especially Xianmen CCTV, which promised to broadcast our game pictures in prime time."

After Wei Hu finished reporting his work, he respectfully retired.

Kendo Association, Huashan on swords, don't look at just a few words can be said, in fact, it involves millions of Xianmen citizens who practice swordsmanship, as well as a large number of practitioners, things are complicated, a little relaxed, there will be messy things.

Since six years, he has been so busy that he has hardly returned home except for reserving time for cultivation.

Naturally, he didn't feel bitter.

If it weren't for such trouble, the Jindan Ancestor couldn't bear to do this, how could he have the gift of Zhuji Dan?

After Wei Hu left, Jiang Ding ended his three-month inspection work.

Three months ago, he started from the kendo hall in Xiandu, and traveled to every city and every kendo hall in Xianmen, inspecting the development of Xianmen kendo in detail and detail, whether it was as Wei Hu reported to him on paper, and also spot-checked a large number of financial account books.

The result is good, although there are many flaws, but it is generally true.

It is still rare for a Qi cultivator to dare to deceive the Jindan monk and fill his pockets, and he has not encountered it this time.

The sword path of the Xianmen has indeed taken root initially, and the next step is to continue to cultivate, continue to water and fertilize, and look forward to the day when it will grow into a towering tree that pierces the world and send him to a higher path of immortality.

Jiang Ding went home, stayed with his mother and sister, cooked and cleaned every day.

Just like it was more than a hundred years ago.

Stir-fried bacon with folded ear root, cucumber salad with folded ear root, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, seaweed egg drop soup, these dishes are never tired of eating, surpassing many famous dishes of state banquets.

The only change is that the ingredients have been changed from ordinary Origami Roots to second-order spiritual material Oriole Roots.

"Brother, do you know?"

At the dinner table, Jiang Yuan suddenly said: "Little Bear, Little Bear, he is ninety-two years old this year, like many years ago, at the age of his grandparents and grandmothers, it feels like a long time has suddenly passed." ”

"Suddenly, that's it."

Although the words were calm, a trace of deep sadness could still be heard.

Jiang Ding was silent.

Little bear.

It's her child.

Boys in twins.

This reminded Jiang Ding of the scene when two children were born in Rongcheng No. 1 Hospital more than ninety years ago, and the sound of the doll crying came out of the delivery room, when the grandparents were still there, and the two old people trembled and hugged their great-grandsons, crying with joy.

Immortal cultivators really can't move too much of their true feelings towards mortals.

Otherwise, every few decades, after several cultivations, there will be a parting of life and death, and the Dao heart will suffer a devastating blow.

In the long run, the desire to survive may be lost.

The divine consciousness unfolded slightly, covering the entire Banyan City.

Sunset.

On the edge of the park facing the long river.

An old man with a gray head and wrinkles sat on a bench on crutches, staring blankly at the red sun setting on the top of the mountain.

For a long time, not a word was spoken.

"Grandpa, it's time to go back."

Behind the old man, there were two teenagers, one was seventeen or eighteen years old, the other was twenty or thirty years old, and the young man in his twenties and thirties said softly: "It's a little cold now, and it's not good for your health to sit down again." ”

"Oh, oh, good grandson, let's go home."

As if awakened, the old man hurriedly stood up on crutches and staggered.

Two teenagers, holding an old man, walked slowly in the direction of home.

"Really...... Like. ”

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

I don't know how many years ago, he and Lin Yuanwang supported their grandfather like this, walked home slowly with him, ate together, chatted together, and went to the hospital from time to time to check their health.

Grandpa is always so kind and gentle.

Come to think of it, grandfather Lin Gang, when he was young, there were times when he was reckless, naughty, and wandering like a bear.

It's just that as I get older, I slowly grow and change.

In this way, just a few decades later, I never saw my grandparents again.

“…… Sister"

Jiang Ding was silent for a long time.

"As many of my teachers have said, constantly seeing our relatives and friends leave is the fate of our immortal cultivators, and it is also the rule of the Great Dao."

"You can't change it, you can only accept it."

"Rules?"

Jiang Yuan muttered to himself, feeling weak.

Two

(End of chapter)