"I love real people, and I am indeed a masterpiece."

Jiang Ding nodded, kept this person in his heart, and made a mark.

Such a maverick, who has not been beaten to death, and who has really made a career, is either good or evil.

Of course, it may be too biased to think so.

Regardless of the deeds.

As long as you do good deeds, you are a good person.

If you want to talk about a perfect person, who doesn't have a little dirty mind in him.

For example, the browser record in Jiang Ding's mobile phone.

This is a first-level secret, and anyone who dares to snoop will be killed, and then it will be polished thousands of times with the soul destroying spell, and there will be no remnant soul dregs with memories left.

"Since the situation is critical, why are you involved at this time?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Because there's no other way."

Shang Gong, the first maid of Xiazhi, said respectfully: "The growth of Jindan monks requires a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, and a stable third-order high-grade spiritual vein. ”

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

This is a fact, the Dao Soldier exists for the Sword Master, and it is impossible to delay the Sword Master's cultivation to support the cultivation of the Dao Soldier.

One or two Jindan monks are okay, if there are more, more than a dozen, dozens of them, it is impossible to provide for them at all, they can only cut what they need, and wait in lurk.

This is still Jindan.

A large number of foundation building peaks, the maids in the later stage of foundation building are only two or three spiritual roots, it is impossible to achieve Jindan naturally, there must be a Jindan opportunity, there must be a large number of Jindan opportunities, there are a lot of travel and tempering about the Dao heart, and the possibility of breaking through is very small.

It will take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

At this time, the Tushan maid group will usher in an opportunity for development, so as to control various places and form an accurate rule.

At that time, the Tushan maid group still existed, and its strength would not weaken in the slightest, and it would become even stronger.

But the people inside are no longer these people.

Shang Gong, Shang Yun, Dong Zang, Chun Jian, Gong Caiyu, and many maids at the peak of the foundation looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of them eagerly, looking forward to it, but they didn't dare to urge it.

"In that case, then you can go."

"It takes one-tenth of the people to stay in the land of the Three Kingdoms, and the rest of the people are free to choose, rotate, they can go if they want, they can stay if they want, they can discuss and determine, and they must not be forced to do anything."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "I will write a letter, and the blood will be convenient for you." ”

Because he once blocked the True Monarch of the Crow, although it was not subjective, but the thing was done, so Jiang Ding thought that Xueliuyun owed him a favor.

If Xueliuyun doesn't approve, then let him approve.

In addition, in the Luoxu Sect and the Animal Spirit Immortal City, Jiang Ding had cooperated with a large number of Jindan monks, and he could be regarded as having a good fate, if it was not troublesome, he would think that it would be convenient for these Jindan monks to come.

"Thank you, Childe!"

Chunjian, Shang Gong, Shang Yun and other maids were ecstatic and deeply embarrassed.

"Thank you, it's war."

Jiang Ding shook his head lightly: "Pay attention to safety, I hope you can all come back in two hundred years, as you wish today, and live up to your past self." ”

The Battle of the Royal Court lasted for two hundred years.

Two hundred years later, the blessed land of the royal court was opened, and the victor competed for the opportunity of the Yuan Baby, and achieved the Yuan Infant or died, reincarnated once in a thousand years, a total of 1,200 years, which is precisely the life span of the Yuan Infant True Monarch.

The Yuanying Zhenjun, who is the descendant of the major families in the Northern Plains, was born from such a royal court war.

The person who can win the royal court war will not be too bad in talent and skill, which ensures the bottom line of the ability of the person in charge of the family.

Shuoyang Tianjun really loves his children and grandchildren, and has planned everything.

Two hundred years.

In such a long process of time, there must be many golden pills dying of old age, many golden pills being born, and many golden pills relying on the secret technique of longevity pills to prolong life.

How many joys and sorrows, how many loyalty and betrayal, each is different, it must be very interesting and exciting.

"Yes, Childe!"

All the maids saluted in unison, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.

No one called for help.

In the hearts of the maids, in front of them was a Yuanying Zhenjun, the Tushan Zhenjun who was famous in the Northern Plains, naturally he couldn't participate in the battle of the royal court of the lower-level monks, so he could only rely on himself.

Someone unconsciously looks at their former friend and writes it down, because it is likely that this will be the last time they will see each other.

The blood of the Northern Plains Dahao is flowing in the clouds, the Holy Son of the Six Daos, the Sword of the Burning Sun, and the rules of the Iron Family...... And so on, all of them are the famous Jindan heroes.

No matter how arrogant they are, they don't think they can look down.

This journey must be difficult and dangerous, accompanied by life and death.

"Go ahead."

"May the Immortal Dao take care of you."

Jiang nodded and watched the women on the bronze stage disappear.

In the cultivation of Dao soldiers in the Great Day Sword Pavilion, the tempering of life and death is indispensable.

Every year, Tianjiao from all large and small worlds will come to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion to accept the Daoist flying sword of the Great Sun Sword, and then go to various battlefields, fighting, grinding, and dying, and there is a new small world Tianjiao coming, and it goes back and forth.

It wasn't until thousands of years and nearly 10,000 years later that countless bones of oneself and one's enemies were piled up, and they were born in the sea of corpses and corpses, becoming the Great Day Dao Soldier of the Famous Earthquake Realm.

This matter is over, and the rest is handed over to Tu Shan's clone.

……

Tushan Demon Palace.

Again, the name is still the owner, a person who likes history, and has not changed the original name, which represents something in the past, and the object has a higher value because of history.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes on the Crow Throne and looked at the palace door.

This palace is built by the black and broad stone of ordinary materials, without a trace of variegation, tall and majestic, the major monks of Tushan Immortal City spent several months to build, and simply laid out the third-order spirit gathering array, without more decoration, and the magnificence of the Hei clan, the atmosphere of ten thousand years of wealth and wealth is different.

Today, the newly built palace welcomes its first guest, the first Jindan monk.

A moment later, with the sound of gentle footsteps, a middle-aged monk with a magnificent appearance walked into the palace, and after a long distance, he bowed deeply to the young man in Tsing Yi on the throne of the black crow: "Meet the little uncle, I haven't seen you for many years, the little uncle has always been good?" ”

"It's fine."

Jiang Dingxin Lake fluctuated.

The young monk in front of him, with a mature and stable appearance, was called the Qinghuo Old Demon by many monks in the Three Kingdoms, and was good at using a Qinghuo magic weapon, attacking the Hei Clan's cities and spiritual mines everywhere, killing and injuring many people, and his murder was famous.

Looking carefully at his face, he could vaguely see the appearance of the young man who was proud on the first day of the dragon and phoenix list in the rivers and lakes of Yue more than a hundred years ago, which evoked many memories in his heart.

True disciple of the Seven Feather Sect, Li Qingyun!

"Brother Li, I haven't seen you for many years, you have been promoted to Jindan, and your cultivation has become stable, I am very happy in my heart, congratulations."

Jiang Ding sighed.

The old people of Yue back then are now only Han Lin, Gong Caiyu, and Li Qingyun.

The rest of the people, dead and scattered, have disappeared.

I don't know how Han Lin is doing after escaping from the Luoxu Sect back then, whether he continues to hunt for treasures in other family ancestral lands and the ruins of his predecessors, or whether he has capsized in the gutter and died.

(End of chapter)