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Chapter 736 Dao Name: True Lord Chengyang

Before this sudden realization had completely receded, Jiang Ding quickly wrote it down.

The divine consciousness is the pen and the sea of ​​consciousness is the paper. I keep writing and drawing in it. This has been the case for more than a month. The sea of ​​consciousness is filled with a large amount of messy things.

If you look closely, you will see that there are swordsmanship, gold magic, and some principles of the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord's original "Sun-Breaking Heaven-Chasing Spirit Locking Technique".

There are more messy things, some plants and minerals in the Immortal Sect, some scenes I saw when I was young, some knowledge about electromagnetism...

If the Nascent Soul Lord came to this sea of ​​consciousness, he would instantly feel dizzy, tortured by all kinds of conflicting information, and feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

"……I also can not understand."

After Jiang Ding finished writing, he felt ashamed after reading the various formulas, data, and insights accumulated in this sea of ​​consciousness.

It's a mess, like falling into a garbage heap.

Different from the prototype of the Gold-Destroying Sword, this is simply an inexplicable fantasy, and it is difficult to say how valuable it is.

This TV is meant for mortals to use. It is impossible for it to last more than a hundred years without breaking down. What's more, it is often not turned on for more than ten years. No matter how good the quality is, it cannot withstand being made like this.

Jiang Ding cursed.

Jiang Ding's consciousness scanned the TV for a moment, and he found that the exposure in many places was already very fragile. Many rubbers would turn into powder at the slightest touch, and rusty places were everywhere.

"Fix it quickly!"

Jiang Ding had some complicated emotions in his heart, but he controlled them himself.

This is an injustice.

Nascent Soul-level consciousness can be called a natural-chosen worker, extremely efficient.

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding, watch TV!"

Zhang Junsheng's.

"Ding ding ding..."

Jiang Ding muttered about the ingredients that appeared in his consciousness. He raised his hand and a small mountain of copper ore, iron ore, silicon and other materials appeared in front of him. They were all the remaining materials left over from refining the flying sword over the years. They were quite sufficient.

It is normal for it to break, and it has far exceeded its design life.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, breathed in a large amount of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun, and entered a state of cultivation.

After answering the call, Zhang Junsheng was heard trying his best to suppress his ecstatic expression, but he refused to say anything and kept urging.

After Perry rummaged through the storage room for a while, he pulled out a large-screen TV with its own power supply and placed it in front of him.

As soon as my eyes closed, a phone call came in, the ringing tone was harsh.

I bought it when I was still in the dormitory in the mining area. I haven’t used it for many years. At that time..."

Apart from his mother and sister, there were only a few people who could directly get through to his phone number while he was in seclusion.

"Trickster."

no respond.

Jiang Ding refused.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Junsheng became anxious and kept urging: "Why don't you connect your spiritual consciousness to the Internet? Hurry up and open the Xianmen Station and watch the news."

His storage jade pendant is of a higher level, can hold living things, and has oxygen inside.

The consciousness scans the parts of the TV set in front of him and analyzes their composition, contained elements, etc.

"Send it to the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord. Maybe it can inspire something. When the time comes, let me be the second or third author or something."

"The first Sword Intent cultivator was born, the second, third...and even dozens, these will soon spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

"Copper, iron, silicon, polyethylene..."

"It's been over a hundred years, and I don't know if any of the parts are rusty or broken?"

"No, there is no sense of ceremony."

"My way is greatly prosperous..."

"Jiang Ding!"

"Isn't this TV old when you bought it?

He spit out the elixir fire from his mouth, used his spiritual consciousness and magic power as a furnace, and began to refine it.

Sun Destroyer Tianjun should still be in the labor camp at this time. It is not time for entertainment and there is no Internet access.

"Ok."

Jiang Ding glanced around and roughly guessed something.

At that time, he randomly chose an electrical appliance store on the streets of Xiandu to buy something. The grandson of the owner who was selling the stuff was probably reduced to ashes.

Jiang Ding sighed, put away this sea of ​​consciousness, packed the information into a ball, copied it, and sent it through the Xianmen network.

Jiang Ding looked helpless.

"Stop dawdling! Time is passing!"

This is inevitable, a natural law, accumulation and eruption. "

After a while

A copper or aluminum wire appeared, a wire cover appeared, a picture tube, a TV screen, etc. appeared one by one. Various parts of the TV in front of me were replaced, and the appearance was exactly the same as the original one.

"That should be enough."

turn on.

A trace of light flickered, and then the picture appeared without any overturning.

"Ding dong, ding dong ding dong..."

Just in time for the news to start, a familiar melody echoed in my ears, unchanged for thousands of years.

"Hello dear viewers, today is Friday 11320 on the lunar calendar..."

Two hosts in formal attire began to speak, with a bunch of information scrolling below.

"Teacher, can you tell me what happened?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"It's coming soon, don't worry, young man, you need to be patient..."

Zhang Junsheng looked reserved and refused to say anything.

"Ok."

Jiang Ding smiled and waited quietly.

The patience of the golden elixir monk was frightening. He only waited for fifteen minutes. When the news was halfway through, Jiang Ding's pupils began to gather.

"The 274th Xianmen Citizen's Assembly was successfully held..."

“…The ruler of the Immortal Sect, Yuan, awarded twelve Nascent Soul True Monarchs the title of Dao in recognition of their outstanding contributions in their respective fields.

They are: Beidou University Professor Hanyu Shio. Professor Yu has made outstanding contributions to the communication consciousness wave, and won the Xianmen Centennial Science Award. His Taoist name is Magi Yuan Zhenjun..." The first one is Beidou University Communication Research Institute. professor.

"Professor Yu is indeed an outstanding person."

Jiang Ding showed admiration, having heard about and read this senior's articles.

To put it simply, this senior and his team have made further progress based on the absolute advantage that Xianmen already had in the information technology of the Immortal Realm, and once again improved the efficiency by 2%.

This means that Xianmen's search, communication, etc. have been improved by 2% on the battlefield.

In the Northern Plains, Jiang Ding can easily block the spiritual signals spread by True Lord Burning Bone and True Lord Yinjiu. This is mostly due to the tireless exploration of these seniors.

"That's it, that's it!"

Zhang Junsheng's face burst into laughter: "This is an award ceremony that only happens once every hundred years. Only twelve people have this honor in a hundred years. They must be top-notch people in the field, and not one person among hundreds of millions of people." A perfect genius?"

"That's true."

Jiang Ding agreed.

The standards for granting Taoist titles by the Immortal Sect are extremely strict. They must be awarded to the twelve most outstanding people within every hundred years.

Don't look at the fact that true kings with Taoist titles can be found everywhere in various universities. That's because their positions can only be filled by the top talents. Only those with Taoist titles can reach that position. This is a reflection of the Xianmen's extreme emphasis on education.

"Zhenjun Ciyuan, congratulations to you."

Yuan personally hung a golden medal, a baby that could withstand a god-level attack, around Professor Hanyu Shio's neck, and stretched out his right hand.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Senior Yuan!"

The eyes of Zhenjun Ciyuan were red, and he clasped Yuan's hand with both hands, shaking constantly.

This result is almost the crystallization of the wisdom of his thousands of years of research.

Starting from the ignorant foundation building realm, I have been studying this project all my life. People around me are constantly dying in battles, aging, and being promoted, but I still insist on walking on this path.

In the end, I got what I wanted.

Along with the granting of the Taoist title, the opportunity to transform into a god has also been obtained. All you have to do is enter the Secret Realm of Sleep and wait in line.

"Second place, Mulan University..."

Another gray-haired old woman came through the curtain.

Jiang Ding looked at another outstanding figure from the Immortal Sect with concentration.

"Zhenjun Ciyuan is one thousand and twenty years old this year."

Zhang Junsheng said suddenly.

"Ah."

Jiang Ding didn't know why and looked at him.

"He is about to enter the secret realm of deep sleep. After the award ceremony, he will say goodbye to his colleagues, friends, family members one by one... Oh, there is no such thing, he is a thousand-year-old otaku.

Then he fell into deep sleep and waited for two thousand years until the opportunity to become a god came to him. "

Zhang Junsheng's face was complicated.

"His ranking... is relatively low, not even as good as mine, and still two hundred places behind me."

"Two thousand years later, maybe it still won't be..."

He stopped talking and sighed melancholy.

Jiang Ding was also silent.

Is True Monarch Magi Yuan strong? Excellent talent? Not experienced enough?

Of course it's strong!
This is a fierce man who promotes the inheritance of the Immortal Way of the Realm Overlord further!

However, it cannot be resisted that there are more people like him in history, even more powerful people, they are all lining up, and naturally Zhenjun Ciyuan can only do this.

The Immortal Sect’s Immortal Education is too advanced.

This is not surprising, because there are so many extreme hawks in all walks of life. If there is no war, they will find ways to create all kinds of big wars to fight. Death is not a thing at all, it is something that will happen in the first place.

If it weren't for the pressure from the heavenly kings and the central array spirit computer above, the Immortal Sect would have exploded long ago.

"Sixth place, Professor Zhang Junsheng from Qingfeng University, majoring in rescue excavation of Dairi ruins!"

The host's voice was impassioned.

"In the process of excavating the ruins of Da Ri Sword Pavilion, Professor Zhang Junsheng rescued many technologies that were about to be lost, greatly enhanced the Immortal Sect's Immortal Dao heritage, and even contributed to the birth of realm-level results, saving millions of Immortal Sect members. The soldiers of the Immortal Sect have made a significant contribution to the growth of the Thirteenth Small World of the Immortal Sect.”

"In addition, what Professor Zhang published in the "Cultivator" newspaper..."

The host details the various contributions of the recipients.

In the news, Zhang Junsheng looked calm and calm as he strolled onto the stage, stood in front of the Immortal Sect's chief executive, and bowed respectfully.

"Look, this has to be our guide."

Jiang Ding praised: "Don't be happy with things and don't be sad with yourself. This is how you have reached the realm of ancient sages."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

"It's all trivial. If you young people study more and hone yourself more, you can reach a height like me."

Zhang Junsheng said reservedly on the phone.

"In recognition of Professor Zhang Junsheng's contribution, the Immortal Sect conferred upon Professor Zhang the title of Immortal Sect Chengyang True Monarch!"

"Zhenjun Chengyang, congratulations to you."

The Immortal Sect Leader hung the infant medal on Zhang Junsheng's neck and congratulated him.

"Thank you, Senior Yuan..."

Zhang Junsheng could no longer maintain his expression, tears fell down, and he burst into tears, covering his eyes with his hands.

He is even worse than Beidou University Magi Yuan Zhenjun!

After all, Master Ciyuan is still a professor in the popular spiritual communication major, and his salary in all aspects is top-notch.

His rescue excavation of the ruins of the Great Sun is basically an unpopular thing. The treatment in all aspects is appallingly low, and the opportunity to transform into a god is almost non-existent.

He is not very good at fighting on the battlefield, not as good as his brother Dinghai Zhenjun in the dormitory.

Every night when people are quiet, I cry secretly thinking that I will die in 1,200 years and have no hope of becoming a god forever.

"Congratulations,"

"Congratulations, True Lord Chengyang!"

Jiang Ding saluted the old man on the other end of the phone solemnly and solemnly.

"I wish you, True Lord Chengyang, that after many years, he will break through the gods, refine the void, and spy on the path of the true immortal!"

"Famous biography, immortal sect for eternity!"

The name Chengyang is worthy of its name!
There is no "Dainichi Sword Refining Technique", there is no "The Secret Technique of Dainichi Pill Formation", there is no digging and translating the legacy of Dainichi Sword Pavilion day after day, year after year.

Without these, how could there be today's Immortal Sect Kendo?
(End of this chapter)