The dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the silver-haired girl among them.

He was scorched and blackened, and his robes were tattered.

A silver hair turned into charcoal at some point and ceased to exist, and the forty-nine colorful feathers of the natal magic weapon were even more dim and fell to the ground.

Jiang Ding's heart beat suddenly, and it returned to normal.

And the breath.

Among them, the breath is extremely weak.

But he was still alive, and seemed to have cast some kind of secret technique, directing the beams of light in the starry sky, recovering at a very slow, but uninterrupted pace.

After confirming the situation, the old god Jiang Ding was there and regained his composure.

There was also silence all around.

Everyone held their breath, not restless for a moment.

A moon-white shadow floated to his side.

"You've just had a major change in mood?"

Yu Qianzi said curiously: "This is not like sword cultivation, sword cultivation with too many worries and too many emotional bonds will not go far." ”

"I'm me, not a sword cultivator."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

“……”

Yu Qianzi spoke.

Since she was a child, she has been taught, Shizun, Senior Sister, Senior Uncle, and she has always been told that sword cultivation should be etiquette, sword cultivation should minimize fetters, as sharp as a sword, as tough as a sword......

No one had ever told her that she was herself.

"Rules are restraints, but also protection and ladders."

Yu Qianzi turned his mind and judged.

"That's why your swordsmanship is so bad."

"Maybe."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, didn't argue with anyone, and changed the topic: "Do you have a good relationship with Moon Spirit Zhenjun?" In just a few years, they are very familiar with each other. ”

"It's just some deals."

Yu Qianzi didn't care and said: "The moon-type spirit grass spirit plant of the sect has a lot of complementarity with the moon-type materials of the East Pole Demon Gate, earn some spirit stones, exchange them for sword refining materials, and take them out to benefit senior brothers and sisters." ”

"Oh."

Jiang nodded and did not ask about sensitive topics such as relatives.

Perhaps, as early as tens of thousands of years ago, her relatives had already died, turned into a pile of white bones, and disappeared.

Although he should have been taken care of by the Aoki Immortal Sect at that time, he was gone after all.

As for the senior brothers and sisters.

Dafan sects, those who can prosper and develop are not only cold and cruel, with hidden arrows hurting people, and life and death at every turn, but also naturally there is warmth and trust inside, and the smaller the circle, the more so.

A moment later,

Jiang Ding's figure flashed and disappeared.

After a few flickerings, he came to the location of An Siyan's tragedy and looked at the sky.

The wind and clouds surged, the clouds were born, the aura of heaven and earth gathered, and the dark clouds expanded rapidly, thirty kilometers, fifty kilometers...... Ninety kilometers.

Then, thunder roared down.

Jiang Ding watched silently.

For a long time, a smile was revealed.

Between the coke, a wisp of breath emerged tenaciously and continued to grow little by little.

"The two of them are really fighting."

Yu Qianzi also followed, pouting: "It's just for the success rate of some babies, there is still a chance to make up for it in the future, so there is no need to be so decisive." ”

She has quite a lot to say.

It seems that I can't find anyone to talk to, and as soon as I appear, I can't stop talking.

"Xianmen, it's different."

"It's poor."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly and explained: "The more high-level, the rarer the treasures of heaven and earth, or even none at all, if you want to marry a baby in the future, and even retain a trace of the extravagant hope of transforming into a god, the foundation of Jindan must be laid as well as possible." ”

"Otherwise, there will be no compensation later."

"It seems to be true."

Yu Qianzi has an understanding.

If it weren't for the exercises, the odds of promotion would have fallen off a cliff, and now at least there is still no reliance on any pills, and there is still a small chance of success.

I waited for three months.

During this period, it is natural that you will not be bored.

Jiang Ding and Yu Qianzi discussed swordsmanship, as well as some things in terms of the path of exercises, especially the latter, which was not a one-sided consultation, and they all had their own gains.

"Jiang Ding!"

On the horizon, there was a burst of cheers, and a star-like light flew towards this side, and the control seemed to be not very skillful, flying left and right from time to time, and rushing towards this place violently.

It was a very excited silver-haired girl, standing in front of me with a look of envy and jealousy.

"Meet, Ancestor Jin."

Jiang Ding's expression was straight, he straightened his clothes, respectfully bowed, and made a big salute.

Yu Qianzi showed disgust and stayed away a few steps.

"Not bad, not bad."

Jin Lingfeng's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he waved his little hand in a big way: "Jiang Xiaoyou is very sensible, old man...... Eh, my ancestor is so relieved. ”

The aura of her body has reached the appearance of the early stage of Jindan.

The breath is a little vain, it should be that he has just stabilized Jin Dan and went out to meet his family, relatives and friends.

"It's good that the ancestor is happy."

Jiang Ding said casually.

After waiting for a while, a black and white light rose from the golden platform, and after seeing his family, he rushed to this side.

"What about me? Jiang Xiaoyou. ”

An Siyan put on his black-rimmed glasses and smiled.

She cultivated the "Taiyin Sun Sutra", so as to promote the superb golden pill, prolong her life for 600 years, and have at least 20% of the possibility of a yuan baby in the future.

For a while, my heart relaxed a lot, talking and laughing, quite a bit back to childishness.

"Meet An Laozu!"

Jiang Ding didn't talk nonsense, and respectfully audited the head.

"Thank you for your continued concern."

That's true.

If an old friend of more than 100 years is gone, and his contemporaries can no longer find someone to talk to, how disappointed it would be.

“…… Hahaha......"

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng laughed wildly without a ladylike demeanor, venting Jin Dan's previous worries.

After some chatting and playing, the two girls each returned, visited their elders and relatives, accepted the congratulations of the surrounding Zhuji monks, and then began to explain their Jindan feelings and answer the questions of the Zhuji monks.

From time to time, some people explain many times, but they still don't understand, and they still talk about it over and over again, without the slightest impatience.

Both sides are used to it.

The speaker is patient, and the person who asks is not genuinely afraid.

Jiang Ding watched silently, with a lot of insights in his heart.

The inheritance of the immortal gate,

It's in this little bit of it.

When I was in the low realm, I received guidance from my seniors to answer questions and support, and after I became a high-level monk, I also took care of the low-level monks, just like the help I received many years ago.

There is a beginning and an end, there is a coming and going.

"The ...... of the East Pole Demon Gate"

Yu Qianzi looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel jealous.

This scene couldn't help but make her start to think about what kind of vitality would burst out after this demon gate began to be rich in resources, and how should the Aoki Immortal Sect deal with itself.

Jiang Ding also saw some of her thoughts.

After practicing swords and getting along with each other for so many years, they were very familiar with each other, but they didn't say anything, and after An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng finished preaching, they returned together.

What do you want to do so much.

If the future is hostile.

With the friendship of his classmates over the years, in order to show respect, he will also show something in the future.

He will definitely take out twelve points of strength, kill it in the shortest time, the fastest speed, and without pain, and then collect the body to remember and commemorate it.

(End of chapter)