A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators.

Chapter 308
Zhenjun Dinghai came to the confused Jin Lingfeng and tapped her forehead gently.

"Go home, go home..."

Jin Lingfeng murmured to himself, struggling constantly and showing signs of trying to get rid of An Siyan's arm. His eyes suddenly cleared and his face widened.

"Jiang Ding, what happened to you?"

She looked horrified.

Forcibly twisting people's will, if it is not discovered early, they may never want to come here again in this life, and instinctively want to return home.

An Siyan took a cautious look in the direction of the community.

"Taiyin Sword Intent..."

A wisp of moon-white sword intent appeared in Zhenjun Dinghai's hand, and he crushed it lightly. His expression was also shocked: "As far as I know, he has only been exposed to the Taiyin Sword Sect's sword intent once, and it only took a few years for him to be able to force it." Simulating it with my own sword intent, this talent for swordsmanship..."

"Teacher, is there any way I can help him?"

An Siyan couldn't help but said.

"It's hard."

Zhenjun Dinghai showed a troubled look on his face: "You can only get rid of the inner demon tribulation by yourself. There is no way for others to help. Forcibly interrupting it may cause irreparable serious injuries to the soul."

"Besides, I have never seen anyone develop inner demons at such a young age, and I have no experience in dealing with them."

"Wait and see, we immortal cultivators have a long life, so we don't have to rush it."

He waved his hand and shot out a formation flag. There were more than a thousand formation flags, all with white jade as the base and pure black flag surface. They fell in an orderly manner around Fulin Community. Mysterious soul runes were looming, protected by layers of formations. , seeing it makes people instinctively relax.

"Third-level Requiem Array."

Zhenjun Dinghai habitually explained to the surrounding students: "The third-level divine soul formation can protect the surrounding mortals and immortal cultivators from being harmed by Jiang Ding."

"Of course, he has always paid attention to it subconsciously. Except for the immortal cultivators above the late stage of Qi training who can escape the shadow of the Taiyin-like sword spirit illusion, no one has been harmed so far."

"However, protection is still necessary. He may lose control later on."

……

Before I knew it, I had been at home for three and a half years.

In the evening, after dinner and cleaning, the three members of the family gathered around the living room and watched TV. It was still a bloody family ethics drama.

This kind of TV series is simply a cancer and cannot be played cleanly no matter what.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and fell into sleep as usual.

I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep.

I picked up the pillow and sat up again. There was confusion and silence in my eyes. I looked at the night view of the city outside the window, not knowing what I was thinking.

"Jiang Ding, are you awake?"

Jiang Yuan Yiqi: "In the past few years, whenever you watch a TV series, you will fall asleep until ten o'clock. What happened today?"

"Watch your TV."

Jiang Ding glanced at her and didn't bother to pay attention.

The irritability in my heart could not be resolved, so I returned to the room to sleep, staring blankly at the night scene by the window, completely unable to fall asleep.

However, it seems that there is no need to sleep in the first place.

I stayed by the window, silently looking outside, until midnight, until six in the morning.

Get up, practice swordplay, and have breakfast.

Send my mother and sister off to school, visit my grandparents, listen to them talk, then have dinner, take a walk, watch TV, and go to bed.

More than a month passed like this.

This kind of life is simple, dull and the same, but he doesn't feel bored when he is with his relatives.

"It's just that there are some equally important things that seem to have been forgotten."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, finally unable to bear the anxiety accumulated for many days, he came to a bonsai that was covered with dust and subconsciously forgotten by everyone.

Caressing it with your hands, your hands were covered with dust, revealing the blue-gold tree body.

Somehow, a deep sadness surged into my heart, and tears almost fell.

"Mom, can I not go to school, not go to work, and stay with you forever?"

Jiang Ding turned his head and asked.

"That's good."

"Although our family is not rich, we can still afford food and drink." Lin Wanqiu was startled for a moment, a little moved, and shook her head: "But it doesn't work, people must have their own careers to do, otherwise the spirit will be incomplete. , always staying in a childish state, and in the end, even oneself will despise oneself, and life will become meaningless."

"That's what your grandparents told me when I graduated from college."

"No matter what a person experiences, whether it is success or failure, he must have experienced it. Only in this way can he have a complete life."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding stroked the blue and gold bonsai little by little, and finally picked it up regardless of the dust: "But your life is too short."

"I'm afraid that after practicing more than a dozen times, I'll never see you or my grandparents again."

"It's... like this."

Lin Wanqiu sighed.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, that's how it goes."

"Mom can't do anything, and grandpa and grandma can't do anything either."

"People age..."

Jiang Yuan also seemed to see himself in his eighties or nineties, with wrinkles and white hair, and fell into silence.

"It's only a mere hundred years or more than two hundred years at most..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself and slowly put down the bonsai in his hand.

……

"Young and immature life..."

The glimmer of hope that appeared on Zhenjun Dinghai's face fell away again, and he said helplessly.

"You are still a foundation-building monk now!"

Jin Lingfeng hesitated a little: "You only have a life span of a little more than 200 years. What is a mere 200 years? This is one-sixth of the life of a Nascent Soul monk."

"This is pretty much the same for a monk who transforms into gods."

Zhenjun Dinghai thought for a moment and told the formation spirit: "Calculate for him the success rate of his mother's foundation building."

……

"Ding!"

"The temporary lottery discount can calculate the estimated success rate of foundation building for one person. Do you want to calculate it?"

The voice of the array spirit rang in his ears.

"calculate."

Jiang Ding believed it subconsciously and designated Lin Wanqiu, who was already in his sixties, as his target.

"Name: Lin Wanqiu"

"Age: 64"

"Estimated time to peak at the ninth level of Qi training: 110 years old."

"...Super old age: -43%, Ancient Wood Reincarnation Technique: +15%, Best Foundation Building Pill: 40%, Average Comprehension: -2%, Years of accumulated worldly insights: +1%, Taking Level Breaking Pill multiple times medicine:-……"

"Comprehensive success rate: 6%."

"6%? 6%!"

Jiang Ding suddenly opened his eyes.

A ray of blue sword light flashed past.

The area within a radius of ten kilometers suddenly cleared up, changed, and something invisible disappeared.

Many people's eyes brightened a bit, and they thought for a moment, but it was insignificant. They shook their heads and continued to focus on their own affairs.

Keng!
The small blue-gold tree made a clanging sound, shaking off the dust. The tree body bloomed with bright light, vibrating happily, and turned into a flying sword about a foot long and flew towards him.

"A dream?"

Jiang Ding took the flying sword and sighed.

The clarity in his eyes has completely returned, but there is a sense of desolation that cannot be concealed.

Not very happy.

(End of this chapter)