Chapter 857 Burying Teacher Zhang Dingjun
"The Tomb of Zhang Gong Dingjun."
"Zhang Gong's name is Dingjun, a monk at the peak of foundation building. His mother...father... was born in Rongcheng City, Xianmen Province, Guizhou Province in 11090. In 11106, he was admitted to the Taoist Department of Qianling University. Twenty years later, he graduated with the third level of Qi training. …”
"In 11126, Mr. Zhang joined the teaching staff at Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School. During this period, he became famous all over the world. He taught a large number of foundation-building monks, three golden elixirs, and even taught the Great Sun Sword Master Jiang Ding, making great contributions to the revival of the Immortal Sect. , Qing history will definitely remember..."
Seeing this, Jiang Ding's eyes froze.
This sentence seems to be bragging.
However, he still did not stop Hua Bing and Li Junhao from carving.
This is an affirmation of Teacher Zhang Dingjun's historical achievements. It is related to the teacher's posthumous reputation and historical evaluation. It is not his turn to be modest.
"In 11372, Duke Zhang served in the Starry Sky Force of the Western Front of Xianmen. He unfortunately died in the war to liberate the people of the Geomagnetic Realm and revive Xianmen. He was recognized by Xianmen as a martyr in the starry sky and will be remembered by future generations."
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The tombstone was carved by Jindan monk Li Junhao himself. It was made of an ordinary piece of bluestone and placed in front of Teacher Zhang Dingjun’s grave.
On both sides of the tomb are teacher Zhang Dingjun’s father and mother.
Jiang Ding's eyes were dazed.
Vaguely, he seemed to have gone back to more than two hundred years ago, and saw two young newlyweds holding their young son, walking on the familiar streets of Rongcheng, laughing from time to time, as if nothing had changed.
The tombstone is built and the grave is covered with soil.
The four Jindan monks placed handfuls of white flowers in front of the tombstone and bowed deeply to remember and bid farewell to their childhood teacher.
"Teacher Zhang...does he have any descendants?"
Jiang Ding asked softly.
"Yes, he seems to be Mr. Zhang's great-grandson."
Li Junhao recalled: "He is a qi-training monk in his sixties or seventies. He came of age after the end of the realm war. He has not participated in the training of the war, and his talent is very ordinary."
"As for other teachers, the head teacher Guo Kui has many descendants, hundreds to thousands. Teacher Zhang Lan has no descendants. Teacher Li..."
He told them one by one.
It can be seen that he has been paying attention to his hometown these years, but he is busy practicing and has no time.
"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding!"
"We also have many descendants in our family."
Lin Yuanwang seemed to know what was going to happen, and quickly added: "I have hundreds of descendants, and Jiang Yuan's descendants are more than 2,000. Children have grandchildren, and grandchildren have great-grandchildren... Anyway, in the blink of an eye, there are so many children." ”
To be honest, his cousin, from the eyes of the world, is a bit heartless.
To my sister, family, myself, and teachers, these people who get along directly and have feelings for each other are very good, so good that it makes people feel ashamed and embarrassed.
However, for people who do not get along directly with him, but are simply related by blood, he is completely regarded as a stranger.
For example, Jiang Yuan's daughter Xiaoyun has only received a suitable amount of funding so far, and the opportunity for forming pills has not exceeded the quota. Therefore, she is still serving in the army and has little preparation for forming pills. Have time to take a vacation.
Xiaoyun's children, as well as the children of his twin brother Xiaoxiong who had been dead for many years, were simply ignored.
Of course, he only dared to think about these words secretly.
Lin Yuanwang couldn't open his mouth if he really wanted to accuse.
"That's it too."
"Leader of the Huabing squad, Li Junhao, if you drop by today, I will count you as one of your descendants."
Jiang Ding thought for a moment: "I invested five billion low-grade spiritual stones to establish a martyr orphans foundation to take care of the descendants of teacher Zhang Dingjun, other teachers, and our descendants. It is limited to Qi-training monks and gives them opportunities to build foundations." .”
"In addition to these relationship requirements, the recipient's ideological and moral score in school must reach above 100 points."
"It is expected that the eleven or two generations will be used up, and it will end when it is used up."
"What do you think?"
Jiang Ding asked.
These are basically the last touches.
As time goes by, many things will gradually disappear and become unfamiliar.
After dozens of generations, people basically no longer know who their ancestors are, and they no longer have any emotions. They can empathize with the emotions of their ancestors, and there is no emotional continuation and inheritance. "Five billion low-grade spiritual stones!"
Li Junhao and Hua Bing took a breath of cold air.
In the past, I only heard about how powerful Da Ri Jianzi was, but now I suddenly felt the terrible crushing of financial resources. It is estimated that most Nascent Soul monks are not as rich as him.
A person with the same level of gold elixir might not be able to earn even a fraction of his pocket money from his life savings!
"This is too much..."
Hua Bing was a little embarrassed.
"Local tycoon!"
"Thank you very much!"
Li Junhao interrupted Hua Bing's words, glanced sideways, and said loudly.
What are you being polite about? !
This is a God-given opportunity for future generations!
If they really wanted to let them know that their ancestors were polite to him in the face of such a great opportunity, they would have to cry for ten days and ten nights, crying to death in front of the bed.
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Ding smiled.
Next, several people paid homage to the teachers of various subjects, and then separated and went to see their relatives.
Every Jindan monk has experienced many eternal partings, and there is never an exception.
Jiang Ding and Lin Yuanwang came to the graves of their grandparents, paid homage, and talked about some common things. How are they now? Everything is fine at home. They recalled everything they had in their childhood and couldn't help but feel emotional.
"Grandpa and grandma, you will be very happy if you know that there are two golden elixir monks in our family, right?"
Jiang Ding sighed.
"Definitely."
Lin Yuanwang smiled and nodded.
Many years have passed, and the sadness I once felt has disappeared, and instead settled in my heart, turning into deep longing, and I can now face it normally.
"That's good."
Jiang Ding smiled and looked at Lin Yuanwang: "How have you been these years?"
"Hey, just fooling around."
"I work in Qianyang and bought a house. I live in a third-level middle-grade cave house. I have a girlfriend from time to time and visit my great-grandson and baby. My life is quite comfortable."
Lin Yuanwang waved his hand.
What a breath of life.
Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.
In comparison, his life seems to be nothing but cultivation, research, and fighting. It is not a complete life in the conventional sense.
'But that's natural. ’
‘I’m only sixteen years old. ’
The next moment, Jiang Ding figured it out.
"I'm relieved that you are doing well. If you have any difficulties, remember to tell me. Don't bear it alone."
"In terms of cultivation, pay more attention to it."
Jiang Ding waved his hand and flew into the sky to bid farewell to his relative.
"Don't worry!"
"Definitely."
Lin Yuanwang laughed.
With such a cousin here, he would be stupid enough to carry it on his own, and he is not a rebellious boy of fifteen or sixteen.
(End of chapter)