Chapter 676 I Hope I Can Still See My Jiang Tianjun in Nine Thousand Years.

After class,

Jiang Ding did not go back to his dormitory, but wandered around Xianmen, tearing apart space and traveling through various places, and unknowingly came to his hometown of Rongcheng City.

Looking around, people are coming and going.

Old people in their twilight years, middle-aged people with heavy burdens, young people with high spirits, and a group of kindergarten children wearing little yellow hats.

Old age, middle age, youth, childhood are like a person's life.

Looking around, I can no longer find anyone I know in my hometown. My young friends and children of my friends have all turned into dust and only exist in the memories of a few people.

There are very few relatives in the world who are about to say goodbye.

"Mother..."

Jiang Ding whispered to himself.

Lin Wanqiu, 207 years old this year, is still 97 years away from the end of his life extension. Now he is in the late stage of foundation building, and there is still a long way to go before the peak of foundation building.

Moreover, there is almost no hope for the golden elixir path after reaching the peak of foundation building.

His qualifications and talents are relatively ordinary. Even if there are gold-forming elixirs and many elixir-forming elixirs, they are still the same and there will be no change.

Ninety-nine percent of people in the world are like this.

So ordinary, so irredeemable, there is no hope of winning the golden elixir.

Even if there is only one genius with two spiritual roots among hundreds of thousands of people, they have to go through fighting and bloody battles to sharpen their magic power and soul, so that they can take a chance on the golden elixir.

Along the way, it was not uncommon to see foundation-building monks who fell behind and died, like carps crossing the river.

"The road is ruthless..."

Jiang Ding walked slowly in this familiar but unfamiliar city.

From time to time, an old man looked at this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with doubts, but he had no impression of him in this small town with a small population.

After thinking about it, he smiled and just thought he was a foreign student.

No one knows him, no one cares about him.

What meaning does the pride of Rongcheng, the No. 1 Scholar of the Immortal Sect, more than 100 times close to 200 years ago, mean to people today?

It has long been buried in the pile of old papers and is in the corner of the website that no one has read even once in decades.

Time buries everything.

There are so many brilliant figures in history.

Jiang Ding suddenly felt a little sad, wandering aimlessly in the city, like a child who couldn't find his mother, walking around alone, not knowing when he would stop.

Until a high-end community.

Pure white words of dedication, white cloth everywhere, and some scattered paper money.

In the corner, there is a list with black and white writing on it, and the words on it are clearly visible.

'Mr. Hualong's funeral preparations and burial arrangements...'

Jiang Ding was stunned.

Flower dragon.

The father of high school monitor Hua Bing is a foundation-building monk whom he has heard of since he was a child.

This Foundation Establishment's desire for the path is not that strong. Even as a Foundation Establishment monk, he still maintains the routine of a mortal, living with his daughter and family every day. After Foundation Establishment, he has stayed in this small hometown, rarely Been out.

Now, it’s the end of life.

"Even the senior immortal cultivators are beginning to pass away..."

Jiang Ding sighed and walked into it.

There was no one to stop him, and there was an endless stream of guests coming and going to express their condolences. This foundation-builder had been rooted in Rongcheng for his whole life, and had cultivated and made friends with countless descendants. He was very popular, and many of the people he interacted with were extremely grieved. He was all true to his feelings, and there was nothing wrong with him. When people leave, the tea is cool.

Following the queue, we lit a stick of incense in front of the old gentleman's urn and portrait.

"Thanks."

Hua Bing stood beside him, his eyes red and swollen, and he thanked him softly: "My father would be very happy if he learned that a Jindan master traveled thousands of miles and came to express his condolences in person."

"Condolences."

Jiang Ding nodded, turned and left without saying anything.

Hua Bing is now at the pinnacle of foundation building. His magic power and spiritual consciousness have been honed to a certain limit, and his foundation is deep.

For many years, I have been fighting on the battlefield of Xianmen, experienced many dangers, and received many opportunities. All my efforts have been in vain.

Presumably, the golden elixir will be impacted in the next few years.

Li Junhao is not here.

After more than a hundred years, the emotions he had in high school have somewhat faded. He is now busy with a major scientific research project that he has finally won, and he may get an opportunity to form an elixir, but he can't get away from it.

Jiang Ding didn't have any extra words of comfort.

A nearly 200-year-old cultivator at the peak of foundation building had long been accustomed to life and death. She had experienced many things and ignored many things. Her grief could not be alleviated by words, and she could only face it by herself.

Slowly, Jiang Ding paced back home.

It's meal time, cooking for the family, cooking, washing dishes, scrubbing, and cleaning.

The baby-level flying sword works quickly and neatly, and it is also clean. Even with a microscope, you can't find any dirt, and your home is as clean as new.

After meal.

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan fell into silence for some reason.

"Mom, do you know Mr. Hualong?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"know."

Lin Wanqiu sighed: "There are only so many foundation-building monks in Rongcheng, how could I not recognize him? Senior Hua is a very good person and taught me a lot of knowledge about foundation-building. It's a pity that when a person's life span ends, it is only the number of days. Hard to avoid……"

"Number of days?"

"There are no days in the world."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly and looked at his mother: "Mom, go to the Secret Realm of Sleep. Your current lifespan is still ninety-seven. Immortal cultivators below the Golden Core can slow down the flow of time a hundred times in the Secret Realm of Sleep. Reference If you use Xianzong's method of preserving Daozi, you can live for a long time."

"Nine thousand years later, if I am not dead, I will definitely be able to find a way for you to break through the golden elixir."

"If I die in battle, or if I fail to break through to a higher realm, the central array spirit computer will release you from the secret realm of sleep, and not much time will be wasted."

"If that happens, just live with my hope."

Lin Wanqiu was stunned.

Nine thousand years is too long for a foundation-building monk like her. The history of the Immortal Sect is only more than 10,000 years, and the epic of time is nothing more than that.

"good."

Lin Wanqiu said this.

There was no politeness, no excuses, or polite words like pretending to be kind and not wanting to cause trouble to his son.

"I wish my son can attain enlightenment."

"I hope that after nine thousand years, I will be able to see my son Jiang Tianjun invincible in the realm. All the eight immortal sects as far as the eye can see are surrendered. The territory of the immortal sect is everywhere that the divine consciousness passes. Citizens can visit safely. In the entire sea of ​​​​stars, there will no longer be such non-stop wars as now."

Lin Wanqiu expressed his heartfelt wishes.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Ding laughed.

"Mom's wishes are so grand, I will try my best to fulfill them."

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuan.

"Sister, what do you think?"

"To be honest, having one more place in the Secret Realm of Sleep will not cause any trouble to me. All you have to do is follow your heart."

As siblings, Jiang Ding respects her decision, no matter what.

"elder brother."

"I hope to see you again in nine thousand years."

Jiang Yuan said immediately.

"It must be so."

Jiang Ding said happily: "Xiaoyun went to join the army? I will give her a chance to form an elixir. If she works hard and is talented enough, she will form an elixir. You don't have to worry."

"Yes, brother."