Chapter 854 True Lord’s Last Lesson
"What, you're still not convinced by this?"
Zhang Junsheng squinted at Jiang Ding.
It can be seen that his mood is melancholy, but more of longing and joy.
Judging from the current situation, it is definitely possible to get the chance to become a god. In addition, with the old friends of many years, Zhenjun Dinghai and others are sleeping together, so they are not alone.
If everything goes well, as soon as you close your eyes or open your eyes in the secret realm of sleep, thousands of years have passed and the opportunity to transform into a god will come to your door.
"No, absolutely not. How can I be dissatisfied in front of you?"
Jiang Ding said modestly.
Many monks around looked over curiously.
Those in the late, middle and peak stages of Jindan are those in the same class as Jiang Ding, or seniors, and those in the lower stages are all juniors.
Zhang Junsheng, True Lord Dinghai, and True Lord Killing Souls have been teaching at Qingfeng University for about four to five hundred years. The students with the highest cultivation level are those at the peak of the Golden Core, and the Nascent Soul Stage monks have not yet appeared.
The reason why it is called "Thousand-year-old Peaches and Plums" is to exaggerate a bit and is used to summarize the huge contributions of the three teachers.
There are many cute juniors and juniors here, who are in the realm of Qi training and foundation building. Looking at the seniors, there are many little stars in their eyes, with a look of fanatical admiration.
The rest are An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng and other classmates, as well as Wu Mengsha and other seniors.
"It's good that you know!"
"Little Jiang Ding is not worth mentioning."
Zhang Junsheng said with satisfaction: "Brothers are going to sleep, and they may not come out until thousands of years later. If you break through the transformation stage, you must maintain this good and humble style. You'd better take me to lie down." Win, the kind where you don’t have to do anything.”
"Do you understand?"
This is a blessing and a beautiful vision.
When he thought that when he woke up, he might have a student in the transformation stage as his backer, he was extremely looking forward to it.
As for the Nascent Soul stage, obviously, he who was deeply involved in the research and development of the secret technique of forming a baby in the Great Sun does not think it is a problem, but it is only a matter of hundreds of years at most.
"I understand, definitely."
Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.
Like Zhang Junsheng, he was confident that we would see each other again in the future, so he was not sad and only regarded it as a short farewell.
"It is a good thing to practice hard."
"But don't be impatient because of this."
True Lord Dinghai warned: "Sword cultivation is already very steep compared to the stable law cultivation. You must be cautious, don't get lost in the killing caused by the sword's intention, and control the sword's intention."
"I have also looked at the shortcomings of the accumulation of killing thoughts in Da Ri Sword Pavilion. It is indeed a fundamental level problem that cannot be eliminated."
"But it may not be uncontrollable. Killing can also be controlled."
"For example, calm, precise, and orderly killing."
"Chaos is not feasible after all."
Compared to Zhang Junsheng, who has been engaged in research on the rescue excavation of the Dainil ruins, education is Zhenjun Dinghai’s specialty. He can see the crux of a student’s path at a glance and give possible solutions, which is completely the instinct of an old teacher. .
"Calm, precise, orderly..."
Jiang Ding was stunned.
This short sentence brought him a lot of thoughts, inspired many inspirations in his consciousness, caused turmoil, and then slowly calmed down.
Obviously, this is a possible direction, but it is too vague to become a road.
"Teacher, I understand."
Jiang Ding kept these words in mind and learned from them.
"You still need to practice your military formation more."
Lord Killer's explanation was much briefer and cool: "This is the foundation of our Immortal Sect, and it is also an important path for you to surpass Chongguangzi and other great swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion in the past. You must pay attention to it. If your talent is average, we will If you practice more, Nascent Soul will have a lot more time and have many opportunities. ""Well, students, remember, in the future, if you fully guarantee your cultivation, you will allocate some time to the military formation."
Jiang Ding was taught sincerely.
In the past forty years, with the help of Lord Wanji, the Soul-Slaying Lord has successfully merged his soul with a Lingzi supercomputer.
Now he looks like a steel metal giant, with various circuits flashing from time to time, full of power and a sense of metal machinery, and the injuries he suffered have also improved.
The three teachers urged them to pay attention to every student here and not to treat them differently based on their level of cultivation or talent.
They do their best to give students advice on their journey and escort students on their last journey, so as to fulfill the relationship between teachers and students.
Amid his gentle words, many students' eyes were filled with tears unknowingly.
Most likely, for most people, this will be the last time they see each other.
"After I leave, you will be the successor to the position of professor of rescue excavation of Dairi ruins. It will take some time for Wu Mengsha to conceive a baby, and it is only possible, not 100%."
Zhang Junsheng turned his face away to avoid being too sad and difficult to control.
He had watched many of these students grow up since they were decades old. It was not easy to be separated for a while.
"Tutor, I have worked very hard..."
Wu Mengsha scratched her head in embarrassment.
She is hundreds of years old, but she still looks like a little girl in front of Zhang Junsheng.
"Yes, mentor."
Jiang Ding nodded lightly: "Then wait until the senior sister has a baby, and then let her succeed."
He has many things to do, including the adult kendo department, Kitahara, and kendo scientific research and development, and he really doesn't want to be distracted.
But the rescue excavation of the ruins of the Great Sun is very important. Only the strength of the Nascent Soul level can make this profession work. Golden elixir monks are not capable enough.
While a few people were talking, True Lord Killer Soul and True Lord Dinghai met each student one by one and finished their instructions.
"Students, that's it."
True Lord Dinghai smiled freely.
"Senior Mieri, we have already said goodbye to them in advance."
"Now, we three old guys will take the first step and wait in sleep for the passage of time and the future."
"May the Immortal Way care for you, may the Immortal Way be everlasting, and we can still see each other thousands of years later, and talk about the friendship between teachers and students again, and then we will have another drink."
"Congratulations, teacher!"
Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Wu Mengsha, Jin Lingfeng and others, tens of thousands of students bowed deeply: "I wish you, thousands of years later, to attain enlightenment and become a god, to live longer, to see you forever, to remain young and to stand tall." Among the Immortal Heavenly Lords!”
"I wish you a prosperous immortality!"
"I'd like to lend you my good words."
Zhenjun Dinghai and the three of them smiled and nodded: "I also wish you will have a baby as soon as possible, and the road will be promising."
They took one last look at the tens of thousands of students.
The people I am most familiar with and closest to in this world, watching them grow from children to adults, become the mainstay of the Immortal Sect... At this time when their parents and relatives have passed away for many years, they are almost like relatives.
"Let's go."
"Goodbye, classmates."
Zhenjun Dinghai's nose felt a little sour, so he turned around and flew into the sky, flying towards the secret realm of the Immortal Sect's Sleep where the core of the sacred tree Covering the Sky is located.
True Lord Killing Souls and True Lord Chengyang also followed and never looked back.
"Teacher, goodbye!"
Tens of thousands of students bowed their heads once again, just like every class that has been repeated over the years.
(End of chapter)