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Chapter 538: The First Huashan Sword Discussion of the Immortal Sect

"The first Huashan Sword Competition of the Immortal Sect will be held in two months' time, on September 9th. It will be like this every year in the future."

Wei Hu continued to report: "Based on our early invitations through kendo halls in various places, as well as voluntary registrations from the private sector, there will probably be more than one million people participating in this Huashan sword debate."

That's right.

The prize is also 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and there are different rewards for ranking from 1,000 to 1st.

Moreover, it is aimed at mortals and qi-training monks. Bonuses of this level are extremely rare, even for the sake of money.

Besides, in this era when kendo just started to develop, everyone's level was just like that, and the gap was not big.

Maybe, if you are lucky, you can easily carry millions of mortal coins home, become a big star among the crowd, and gain both fame and fortune.

"Senior, the champion of Huashan Swordsmanship, can you come up with a gimmick to award the prize?"

Wei Hu hesitated and asked.

He knows that high-level monks don't like others to disturb their practice, especially if it is such a high-frequency interruption once a year. It is impossible to know how to die in a place with poor security.

However, this person paid different attention to the matter and still wanted to give it a try.

"How to say?"

"Do you want me to present the award to the fencing champion in person once a year?"

Jiang Ding asked with interest.

If the real body were here, he would be angry. He would practice for several months every day, and practice the flying sword every few months. If he was interrupted once a year, he would almost go crazy every time. He really wanted to kill people.

However, there is nothing wrong with the clone.

"No no no..."

Wei Hu waved his hands repeatedly: "The director of our marketing department said that this is too close to the people, which is not good. It is difficult for people to have awe and yearning for things that are too close to them. We need to be more illusory and fairy-like."

he explained in detail.

"For example, a crane flies with a sword and falls into the hands of the champion, or a fairy light falls from the sky and cleanses the Qi Practitioner's essence, or a flower of the avenue falls from the sky, etc. It’s best to show off the power of one or two golden elixirs.”

"Is that so? No problem."

Jiang Ding nodded thoughtfully.

It's really not good to be too close. Just like Wei Hu, if there is too much communication, some impolite things will often happen.

Of course, this is no big deal.

Immortal cultivators use great power to suppress the world, rather than mortal emperors and popes who live by the awe of others. If others lose their awe and stop obeying, it is equivalent to the death of their own lives.

The power is here, whether you respect it or disdain it.

However, you must do it according to the will of the powerful person, otherwise, you can choose to die freely and disdainfully, which should be allowed.

"Senior, then this Huashan sword discussion will be foolproof,"

"Our marketing department has already purchased hot searches, advertisements, and bloggers' recommendations from major Xianmen websites. Especially Xianmen CCTV has promised to broadcast our games during prime time."

After Wei Hu reported his work, he respectfully resigned.

The Kendo Association and Huashan Swordsmanship can be described in just a few words. In fact, it involves millions and tens of millions of immortal citizens who practice swordsmanship, as well as a large number of practitioners. Things are complicated and complicated. If you relax a little, you can There's shit going on.

Since six years, he has been so busy that he has almost never been home except to set aside time for practice.

Naturally, he didn't feel any pain.

If it weren't for such trouble and the Golden Pill Ancestor couldn't bear it, how could he have the gift of the Foundation Establishment Pill?

After Wei Hu left, Jiang Ding concluded his three-month inspection.

Three months ago, he started from the Kendo Hall in Xiandu and traveled to every city and every Kendo Hall in Xianmen to examine the development of Xianmen Kendo in detail and whether it was as Wei Hu reported to him on paper. In this way, a large number of financial account books were randomly checked.

The result is okay, although there are many flaws, but it is generally true.

It is rare for a Qi-training monk to dare to deceive a Golden Core monk and line his own pockets, and we have not encountered him this time.

The swordsmanship of the Immortal Sect has indeed taken root. The next step is to continuously cultivate, water and fertilize it, hoping that one day it will grow into a towering tree that can pierce the world and send him to a higher road to immortality.

Jiang Ding went home and stayed with his mother and sister, cooking and cleaning every day.

Just like a hundred years ago. Stir-fried bacon with zheergen, cold zheergen with cucumber, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, seaweed and egg drop soup, these are dishes that you can never get tired of eating, surpassing many famous dishes at state banquets.

The only change is that the ingredients are changed from ordinary Zheer Root to the second-level spiritual material Zheer Root.

"Brother, do you know?"

At the dinner table, Jiang Yuan suddenly said: "Little Bear, Little Bear is ninety-two years old this year. He is as old as my grandparents many years ago. It feels like a long time has passed suddenly."

"Suddenly, that's it."

Although the words were calm, a hint of deep sadness could still be heard.

Jiang Ding was silent.

Little bear.

It's her child.

The boy of the twins.

This reminded Jiang Ding of the scene when two children were born in Rongcheng No. 1 Hospital more than ninety years ago. The baby's loud cries came out of the delivery room. At that time, his grandparents were still there. The two old people were holding their great-grandson tremblingly and crying with joy. .

Immortal cultivators really cannot have too much true affection for mortals.

Otherwise, every few decades, after practicing several times, there will be a separation between life and death, and the Taoist heart will suffer a devastating blow.

If things go on like this, the desire to survive may be lost.

The consciousness expanded slightly, covering the entire Banyan City.

sunset.

On the edge of the park facing the long river.

An old man with gray hair and wrinkles was leaning on a cane and sitting on a bench, staring blankly at the red sun setting on the top of the mountain.

For a long time, he didn't say a word.

"Grandpa, it's time to go back."

Behind the old man, stood two young men, one was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other was in his twenties or thirties. The young man in his twenties and thirties said softly: "It's getting cold now. It's not good for your health to sit down anymore."

"Oh, oh, dear grandson, let's go home."

The old man seemed to be awakened, and quickly stood up unsteadily on crutches.

Two teenagers, supporting an old man, walked slowly towards home.

"It's so... similar."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

I don't know how many years ago, he and Lin Yuanwang supported his grandfather like this, walked home slowly with him, ate together, chatted together, and went to the hospital for physical examinations from time to time.

Grandpa is always so kind and gentle.

Come to think of it, when Grandpa Lin Gang was young, there were times when he was as wanton, mischievous and wild as a little bear.

It's just that as I get older, I slowly grow and change.

Just like that, just a few decades later, my grandparents would never be seen again.

"……younger sister"

Jiang Ding was silent for a long time.

"As many of my teachers have said, it is the fate of us cultivators to constantly see our relatives and friends leave, and it is also the rule of the Tao."

"You can't change it, you can only accept it."

"rule?"

Jiang Yuan murmured to himself, feeling weak.

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(End of this chapter)