Chapter 310 The perverted senior who likes to pretend to be young
I don’t know this person.
He looked like a yellow-haired non-mainstream gangster who had wandered into the immortal capital. With his spiritual consciousness and sword intent sweeping over him, he looked like a mortal from head to toe.
But too close.
Jiang Ding felt a looming feeling as heavy as a mountain.
Although I am in a bad mood now, I want to find someone to give me a legal beating.
But he wisely chose to keep things quiet.
"Big Sun Sword."
Huang Mao, however, was reluctant and continued: "I told Dinghai at that time that all the swordsman cultivators were factors of instability and an obstacle to building a harmonious legal society. Am I telling the truth now?"
Jiang Ding glanced at him.
Nothing was said.
"I'm different!"
Huang Mao slapped his chest and said proudly: "Don't look at me smoking, perming my hair, and fighting, but my heart is the color of the immortal sect, and all my friends on the road recognize it, so give me some face."
"I'm telling you..."
What else did he want to say, but he was already waiting in line at the window.
"Li Ritian, it's you again, what crime?"
The little prison guard girl at the window had a bad look on her face when she saw him, and said angrily.
"Officer, if you fight, you will be detained for six months."
Huangmao proudly disappeared quickly, nodded and bowed, and said with an apologetic smile.
"A fight again?"
The little prison guard girl raised her eyebrows.
"It's those who take advantage of others."
Huang Mao said plausibly: "I defended myself legally. Zhen Lingfei said I defended myself too much. Tell me, isn't this bullying an honest person?"
"No. C-154, reform honestly and become a new person after you come out. Hurry up."
The little prison guard girl was too lazy to pay attention to him and threw out a receipt.
"Yes, yes, I will reform honestly. Officer, please rest assured."
Huang Mao nodded and bowed, took the receipt, and walked honestly towards the prison, leaving the window open to the next person in line.
After getting out of the prison guard's sight, he started shaking again, straightened his back, and glanced at Jiang Ding: "I'm busy now. Let's talk later."
Everyone around looked at him.
A young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old,
A slutty young man with yellow hair who is not mainstream.
One look and you knew what was going on.
Many people showed signs of indignation.
"Li Ritian! How dare you threaten others?!"
The little prison guard girl had a sharp ear and shouted: "I'm here today, let's see how you dare to talk?"
"Officer! Misunderstanding! Nothing."
Huang Mao shrunk his waist and walked away dejectedly.
Soon, the queue reached Jiangding.
"Little brother, don't be afraid of this kind of bastard."
"If he dares to mess around, call the police directly."
Seeing him, the little prison guard girl's blush disappeared, her eyes softened, and she comforted him.
"By the way, what is your crime?"
"Whether it's speeding or drunk driving, you kids, don't get along with those kind of bastards, you'll be led astray by them..."
She kept nagging and tried her best to persuade, trying to save a lost boy.
"..."
Jiang Ding paused in his words.
"Illegal use of soul-like spells, six months."
"Soul-like spells!"
The expression of the prison guard girl changed: "You are a foundation-building monk!"
The blush on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked at him as if he was looking at a pervert. He said warily: "Senior, cell No. C-785, we need to be reformed seriously. Remember not to do it again in the future."
"Okay."
Jiang Ding nodded and picked up the receipt.
After walking around, I came to a cell made entirely of French steel. It was ten square meters in size. It had a toilet, a bed, only a small window, and a square hole in the door for delivering food.
One wall is a bookshelf. When I scanned it with my consciousness, I found books such as "The Origin of the First Law of the Immortal Sect", "On the Thought of the Integration of Immortals and Mortals", "Regulations on the Administration of Public Security of the Immortal Sect", and "Regulations on the Management of the Immortal Sect's Spells". . No aura.
“The conditions are quite difficult.”
Jiang Ding sighed, picked up a book of spell management regulations, sat on the bed and read.
Life in prison is pretty routine.
In the morning, they wash up, tidy up the house, eat breakfast, wash dishes, and clean the cell.
Then they gathered in the playground, entered the factory area, and started working, doing some formation engraving work within the ability of the foundation-building monks. There was a break at noon, and the work ended at 6:30 in the afternoon and began to study.
These are what must be done and prison regulations must be strictly followed.
As for the food, it's cabbage and pork boiled in plain water with very little salt.
This kind of day is quite difficult for ordinary mortals.
However, the spiritual soul and magic power of immortal cultivators are far beyond ordinary people, and they gradually adapt to it.
There are no prison bullies or deliberate bullying by prison guards. All aspects are strictly monitored and there is no room for manipulation.
Time flies,
Six months passed quickly.
Pass the assessment and get out of the prison door.
"It has been four years since I last left Qingfeng University."
"We should go to Professor Zhang Junsheng as soon as possible and start a new stage of study."
Jiang Ding thought silently, turning into gray-blue light and flying into the sky.
"Wait!"
A figure appeared in front of him and stopped him. It was the yellow-haired young man: "Let's talk some more..."
Jiang Ding was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he ducked around and passed by.
"My name is Li Ritian."
Dun Guang flew faster without any reaction.
"Others call me Sun-Destroying True Lord."
Huang Mao was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "The one who was almost killed by the sword of Da Ri Jianzi at the peak of Nascent Soul, but survived in the end, with the intention of Da Sun Sword in his body."
call out!
The gray-blue escape light flashed violently and returned to him instantly.
"Hello, Senior Li."
A smile appeared on Jiang Ding's face, he nodded and bowed and said: "It's better to be famous than to meet him. He is so elegant and suave. He is worthy of being an unparalleled hero who returned from the bloody battle with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and laid the foundation for the hegemony of the Immortal Sect. It's really impressive." I and other future generations yearn for it.”
He looked adoring.
"That's an exaggeration."
Huang Mao instantly felt aversion to the cold and couldn't bear it: "You are so cold as a swordsman, but how do you treat all living beings like ants?"
"Who dares to show his magnanimity in front of such a graceful senior?"
Jiang Ding said solemnly.
"Yes, yes, that's the truth."
The yellow hair is a little fluttery.
Flattery is easy, but it also depends on who is doing the filming.
Dainichi Jianzi's flattery, can that be called flattery?
He obviously told the truth.
"Senior, that..."
Jiang Ding said cautiously: "You have no use for the Great Sun Sword Intention anyway, so why not give it to me? I can take this opportunity to look up to my seniors and encourage myself to learn from them, and be like my seniors and be useful to the Immortal Sect. ”
"That won't work."
The yellow-haired young man answered subconsciously.
"Oh."
Jiang Ding's smile fell.
"Okay, bye."
Turn around and leave without any hesitation.
"Wait."
The yellow-haired young man was enjoying himself and quickly stopped him: "Are you going to stop trying to persuade me?"
"How to persuade?"
Jiang Ding rolled his eyes and said feebly: "The previous generation Da Ri Jianzi was at the peak of Yuanying and had the strength to transform into a god, so his sword intent was at the level of a god."
"I can't even afford ten of them after selling them, and that's not how I owe the money."
"That's the truth."
The yellow-haired young man thought about it and felt that it was right.
(End of chapter)