Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 748 Meeting

  Zhang Deming turned his head again, looked at Qin Shizhong and said, "Qin Shizhong, I haven't been saying this for a long time, let me say it again, I can serve you, or you can think about it.

But if you don't take your own business seriously, go back and guard the Feiquan Waterfall Tower. That place doesn't need you to be very promising. Now that you have a cultivation base like yours, you are old and strong, and everyone in the Zongli is still flattering you. you! "

   "Disciple... the disciple knows!" Qin Shizhong replied.

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming let out a sigh of relief.

   "Drink tea, ancestor!" Dang Rushuang immediately handed over a cup of brewed tea.

  Zhang Deming glanced at Dang Rushuang, took the teacup, and drank it quietly without saying a word.

   Just like that, the three of them were silent for a long time before Zhang Deming spoke again: "Which way do you want to go, is it heaven and earth?"

  Qin Shizhong's lips moved slightly, and Zhang Deming added: "I answer when I think about it, as I said, where you want to go is your business.

  Whether one can do it or not is one thing. Can I think about it for you? You don't need to worry about it. Let's talk about it later. If you forget what I said just now, don't blame me for being serious. "

Qin Shizhong hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "If it is really possible, the disciple wants to make the Eighteen Changes of the Golden Cicada, but now the disciple only has the two stages of Du Mang, Li Yuan, Liang Yi, and San Cai to come up with the imitation teacher by chance. Three changes!

The Eighteen Changes of the Golden Cicada, although not as exaggerated as the Thirty-Six Changes of Tiangang and the Seventy-two Disha, requires thirty-six changes and seventy-two bloodlines to get started, but at least one needs to be proficient in the Nine Changes to start. , Afraid of aiming too high! "

  Zhang Deming paused after hearing the words, and he was speechless when he mentioned this. Waiting for him to wait for the breakthrough of the three talents to move closer to him and carry out mimicry changes is really talented!

   "Okay, I'll figure out a way to exchange the Eighteen Changes of the Golden Cicada in the Dao Palace and related pre-changes. Come to me after you figure it out, and I will solve other problems for you!" Zhang Deming said.

   "Disciple..."

   Without waiting for Qin Shizhong to speak, Zhang Deming looked at him and said, "Did I fart just now? Go on!"

   "Disciple understands!" Qin Shizhong subconsciously clenched his fists as he spoke.

   "Okay, go down and do your work. There is no outer courtyard in this holy residence, and the residence of the disciples is in the Nankua courtyard. You can choose it yourself!" Zhang Deming waved his hand.

  Qin Shizhong saluted respectfully, then turned and left.

   "What a dead-headed one. Not to mention that he hasn't made any progress in stocking for a few years, and the more he raises, the more he goes back!" Looking at Qin Shizhong who left, Zhang Deming said rather speechlessly.

   "Uncle Master doesn't want to burden you a little bit!" Dang Rushuang answered.

   "I want him to worry about it. If you know how to eat salty radishes for a day, don't worry about it. Let's talk about it after figuring out what's embarrassing me!" Zhang Deming glared at Dang Rushuang and said so.

  Dang Rushuang smiled, and sat in the tea room silently, watching Qin Shizhong's leaving back, but extremely complicated emotions flashed deep in his eyes.

   It seems to be envious, it seems to be yearning, and it seems to be neither.

   "By the way, you too, go and get the magic spell after you've figured out what to do next, and report to me together." Zhang Deming took a sip of tea, as if remembering something, and said to Dang Rushuang:

   "Liangyi has been at the peak for decades, and you are still stuck. Those who know know that you are big-hearted and pragmatic, but those who don't know think you are a waste!"

  Dang Rushuang was stunned for a moment, but without delay, he said with a smile on his face, "I understand!"

  During the words, the eyes narrowed into slits, like crescent moons, with a touch of sweetness.

   "Okay, you can go down and choose a yard too. There is no need to wait for this, I will do it myself!" Zhang Deming waved his hand.

   "En!" After saying that, Dang Rushuang put down the teapot and left.

  Zhang Deming shook his head and began to drink tea silently.

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  Qin Shizhong, as an old man who has served Zhang Deming for decades, did not need to get used to it when he came here, and he was very familiar with life. Dang Rushuang was taken by him, and gradually adapted to life in the Dao Palace.

   Following the arrival of the two, many handymen wailed as they watched. Because Zhang Deming had been living alone before, no one was waiting for him, and he was watched by many handyman disciples in the position of close waiter.

  Everyone tried their best to get closer to Zhang Deming, try their best to leave some impressions or something, trying to get hit by **** luck and reach the sky in one step.

  Now there are two more people suddenly. With Zhang Deming's dislike of being served by many people, there are almost no other positions.

   Half a month later, he lived in the practice room of Shengju.

   Zhang Deming looked at the flower pot in front of him, took a deep breath, took out a pile of materials, and waved a strange spirit seed into the flower pot.

  As the rhizomes of the blood vine emerged, they grabbed the material and plunged into the soil, and the vines grew rapidly, reaching a height of four or five meters in a short while.

  This time the vines are completely different from the previous ones. The branches of the vines are blood red like gems, and the leaves are as green as emeralds. At the same time, many flowers bloom on the whole vines, making the whole vines very beautiful.

  The colorful light rendered the whole practice room dreamy and unreal, as if a strange treasure tree had grown in the practice room, and the air was moved and cheered.

Zhang Deming was deep in concentration, and the vines kept swaying. I don't know how long it took, and the flowers began to disintegrate, like pollen floating towards the center, the most beautiful one, and nourishing the center flower. .

  With the influx of countless pollen-like auras, the flower also seemed to be pollinated, and a beautiful fruit was born.

   After a long time, the fruit burst into silk threads all over the sky, floating in the training room, Zhang Deming seemed to be in a beautiful ocean.

   With the slow weaving of silk threads, a mask begins to take shape. At this time, Zhang Deming's aura fluctuated slightly, the vines gradually changed, and the aura of nurturing spirits began to permeate.

  In order to refine this artifact, Zhang Deming also specially learned a fourth-level enchanting illusion. Of course, it was just edited into runes and not mounted, just like alchemy or something.

  When the power of charm and illusion poured into it, the unfinished mask turned into an illusory beautiful girl, looking at Zhang Deming pitifully.

  If it weren't for its transparency, countless silk threads are still weaving the mask inside, it would be really easy to confuse people.

  Zhang Deming took a look, and only completed a small half of the weaving. He didn't hesitate, according to his own plan, with the Fusion Dao as the foundation, he also gave birth to the power of devouring.

After a long time, when Zhang Deming finished everything, a mask was completely completed, and a strong spiritual light erupted, and the entire vines did not collapse and disappear, but exploded into countless silk threads, starting from the edge of the mask, weaving them into a piece quickly. Veiled cloak.

  The masks are also very strange, like Beijing opera masks, colorful and constantly shining. Like a ghost, the mask floated to Zhang Deming with a light veil, full of joy.

   Zhang Deming's eyes sparkled, he looked at the mask carefully for a long time, and then smiled with satisfaction!

  After tidying up everything, Zhang Deming discovered that it took him half a year to refine a six-star magic weapon this time, which is a rare thing after he was promoted to the seventh level of rattan art.

  Looking at the strange mask beside him, Zhang Deming whispered: "It seems that it really hurts not to add money!"

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  The next morning, after Zhang Deming got up and finished his sword practice, he looked at Qin Shizhong and Dang Rushuang who were standing aside, inspected them, and said, "Clean up and come with me to Yueling Peak!"

  Because Zhang Deming usually has things to do, Qin Shizhong almost always orders them. After Dang Rushuang came here, he almost always serves tea and water.

  So when Zhang Deming clicked on her suddenly, she didn't react immediately, she was slightly taken aback, and then responded: "Okay, Patriarch!"

   Moments later, Zhang Deming floated down with Dang Rushuang, and flew towards Yueling Peak and Ding Jianjun's yard.

  Zhang Deming was already familiar with this place, so he didn't need any guidance, so he floated to Ding Jianjun's yard, and said to the boy guarding the gate: "Please inform me that Daoist Master Zhang Deming has something to see Patriarch Ding!"

  The two gatekeeper boys looked at Zhang Deming's attire of Taoist master, stared at Zhang Deming's familiar face that was about to spread all over Bailingmen recently, and one of them said nervously: "Master Zhang, please wait a moment!"

  After speaking, the boy hurried into the yard. The other lowered his head, and couldn't help but carefully peeked at Mr. Zhang, who had become more and more famous recently.

  Zhang Deming folded his hands behind his back and looked around calmly, not intending to talk to the boy. With his current status, it is not suitable to talk to him.

   After a while, Zhang Deming felt a strong divine sense sweeping out before the boy who informed him came out.

  The remaining boy was in a daze for a moment, then immediately saluted Zhang Deming and said, "Master Zhang, please, the ancestor let me welcome you in!"

  Zhang Deming nodded slightly and said, "It's troublesome!"

   "Master, you are too polite!" The boy replied immediately.

   Immediately, Zhang Deming led Dang Rushuang, led by the boy, and walked towards the yard.

  Not long after entering the yard, I saw the boy who had just entered to report and ran out frantically. Seeing Zhang Deming and his party, he paused immediately, and immediately changed to Wen Wen walking quietly.

  Passing by Zhang Deming and the others, he saluted carefully, Zhang Deming nodded slightly, and passed by.

   Just like that, the two were silently led to a familiar pond pavilion, where Ding Jianjun was already sitting.

  Zhang Deming was led by the boy to the pavilion, bowed to Ding Jianjun and said: "Dao Palace Zhang Deming has seen Master Ding!"

  Ding Jianjun didn't get up, he sat and looked around Zhang Deming, and said: "Your cultivation has become more and more concise. You are worthy of coming from the ancient clan."

  Zhang Deming replied: "Uncle Master is absurdly praised, this disciple's cultivation level is not worthy of any stage!"

  Ding Jianjun picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip and said, "You can't get on the stage, so my Ding family will really have no successors now!"

   "Where is the uncle, the children of Ding Baiyu feel comfortable under my teaching, they are promising children!" Zhang Deming replied immediately.

  Ding Jianjun showed a slight smile when he heard the words, and said: "What are you doing, come up and sit down, your uncle and I are friends after all, we can still eat you!"

   "Then thank you, uncle!" Zhang Deming hesitated for a moment, but without delay, he stepped forward and sat down.

  After all, according to the seniority of the Taoist Palace, Zhang Deming is a teacher, and he is of the same generation as all the teaching staff, and the Palace Master of Liuhe is also of the same generation.

  Ding Jianjun's identity is just the same as that of Luan Shucheng's deputy palace lord. In this way, it is no problem for Zhang Deming to be friends of the same generation.

  Called Ding Jianjun Shishu, but according to the seniority of Bailingmen, he came here humbly.

The boy who led them in behind left silently, and Dang Rushuang saw that Ding Jianjun was making tea himself, and there was no one to serve her, so she also carefully exited the pavilion and came to the pond, where she was with two other small boys. pestle.

   "Taste!" When Zhang Deming sat down, Ding Jianjun waved his hand with a smile, and a cup of tea floated in front of Zhang Deming.

  Zhang Deming responded slightly, took the teacup, and took a sip. In an instant, a fresh fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue, which lasts for a long time.

   "The 'Book Jade Gentleman' of Yuqing Temple?"

  Ding Jianjun stopped smiling, looked at Zhang Deming in surprise and said, "It seems that you have a lot of knowledge in tea ceremony!"

  Zhang Deming smiled and said: "It's just idle and boring, just to pass the time occasionally!"

  Ding Jianjun glanced at Zhang Deming again, and said: "This temperament is carved out of the same mold as your uncle."

  Zhang Deming drank tea unchanged, smiled and said: "I have been brought up by my uncle since I was a child, and I am more friendly with my uncles."

   "Is that so, it seems that your life was not smooth!" Ding Jianjun said.

   Zhang Deming sipped his tea, glanced at Ding Jianjun, but didn't answer this question. He believed that with his current reputation, it was impossible for the other party not to check his details, so there was no need to say anything.

   "By the way, how is your uncle?" The two drank a cup of tea in silence, and Ding Jianjun entered the tea room and asked.

  Zhang Deming replied: "It's good, but it's also very busy. The family plans to come back in recent years. It's been too long, and many things need to be done!"

   "Is that so, it seems that we have to wait some years to find him to play chess again!" Ding Jianjun took a sip of tea lightly and said.

  Zhang Deming answered: "The disciple is here today because of the uncle's business!"

  Even though Ding Jianjun had already guessed it, he said with some surprise at this moment: "Has he finished refining?"

  Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Uncle said, fortunately, it's not a disgrace. Although I have been tossing and fumbling for many years, I finally came up with a satisfactory one by chance!"

  During Zhang Deming’s words, he raised his hand, and a colorful mask appeared with a light veil.

   Zhang Deming waved the mask and handed it to Ding Jianjun. Ding Jianjun looked at the mask in front of him with flashes of inspiration in his eyes, and kept exploring.

   Before he stretched out his hand to check carefully, Zhang Deming and Ding Jianjun turned their heads at the same time. It was a blurry figure that flashed and stopped in front of the two seats.

  The moment Zhang Deming sensed the approaching person, Zhang Deming's whole body tensed for a while, and then he relaxed after feeling a slightly familiar breath.

  (end of this chapter)