Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 748 Meeting

Zhang Deming turned around again, looked at Qin Shizhong and said: "Qin Shizhong, I'm not saying this for a long time. I'll say it again, you can serve me here, or you can just think about it.

But if you continue to ignore your own affairs like this, you can go back and guard the Feiquan Waterfall Tower. That place does not require you to be promising. Now that you are a veteran with your level of cultivation, you can still fawn over every family in the sect. you! "

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

Zhang Deming breathed out slowly after hearing this.

"Ancestor, please drink tea!" Dang Rushuang immediately handed over a cup of brewed tea.

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

In this way, the three of them were silent for a long time before Zhang Deming spoke again: "Which way do you want to go, Tiangang and Disha?"

Qin Shizhong's lips moved slightly, and Zhang Deming added: "Answer after thinking carefully, I said, it's your business where you want to go.

Whether you can do it or not is one thing. I don’t need you to worry about whether I can give it to you. I’ll talk about it later. If you turn around and forget what I just said, don't blame me for taking it seriously. "

Qin Shizhong hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "If you really can, I would like to have the Eighteen Changes of Jin Chan, but now I only have Du Mang, Li Yuan, Liang Yi, and San Cai to create the Mimic Master by chance. Three changes!

Although the Eighteen Transformations of the Golden Cicada are not as exaggerated as the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang and the Seventy-Two Earthly Demons. It requires thirty-six transformations and seventy-two bloodlines to get started, but at least you need to be proficient in the Nine Transformations before you can start. With this talent of a disciple , Afraid of aiming too high! "

Zhang Deming was stunned when he heard this, and he was speechless when he talked about this. He was really talented when he was able to wait until San Cai's breakthrough changes came closer to him and carried out mimetic changes!

"Okay, find a way to redeem the Golden Cicada's Eighteen Changes and related prerequisite changes at Dao Palace. Come to me after you figure it out, and I will solve other problems for you!" Zhang Deming said.

"disciple······"

Before Qin Shizhong could say anything, Zhang Deming looked at him and said, "Did I fart just now? Keep talking!"

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

"Okay, go down and do your work. This Holy Residence does not have an outer courtyard. The disciples' residence is in the south courtyard. You can choose it yourself!" Zhang Deming waved his hand.

Qin Shizhong bowed respectfully, then turned and left.

"What a stupid person. Not to mention that he has not made any progress after being kept for several years, but the more he keeps, the more he goes back!" Zhang Deming said quite speechlessly as he watched Qin Shizhong leave.

"Uncle Master, I don't want to put any burden on you, ancestor!" Dang Rushuang answered.

"I don't want him to worry about it anymore. He can just eat carrots and worry about nothing all day long. Let's figure out where I'm in trouble and then talk about it!" Zhang Deming glared at Dang Rushuang and said.

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

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

"By the way, so are you. Once you've figured out the way forward, go get the technique and report it to me together." Zhang Deming took a sip of tea and said to Dang Rushuang as if thinking of something:

"It's been decades since Liangyi peaked, and you're still stuck. Those who know know that you are big-hearted and pragmatic, but those who don't know think you are a loser!"

Dang Rushuang was slightly stunned, but without delay, she said with a smile on her face, "I know!"

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

"Okay, you can go down and choose the yard too. I don't need to wait for you, I will do it myself!" Zhang Deming waved his hand.

"Yeah!" 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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As an old man who has served Zhang Deming for decades, Qin Shizhong didn't need to adapt at all when he came here, and he was very familiar with life. Dang Rushuang was taken by him, and gradually adapted to life in Dao Palace.

With the arrival of the two, many handymen wailed and wailed. Because Zhang Deming had been living alone before, there was no one to wait on him, and he was watched by many handyman disciples in the position of close waiter.

Everyone tried their best to get in front of Zhang Deming, try their best to impress him or something, trying to get hit by shit luck and reach the sky in one step.

Now that there are suddenly two more, since Zhang Deming doesn't like to be served by many people, there are almost no other positions.

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

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

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

This time the vine is completely different from the previous weapon refining. The branches of the vine are as red as gems and the leaves are as green as emerald. At the same time, there are many flowers blooming on the whole vine, making the whole vine very beautiful.

The colorful light made the entire training room seem dreamy and unreal, as if a strange treasure tree had grown in the training room, and the air was moved and cheered.

Zhang Deming fell deeply into concentration, and the vines kept swaying. I don’t know how long it took, and the flowers began to fall apart, floating like pollen to the center, the most beautiful one, doing their best for the center flower. nutrient.

With the influx of countless pollen-like auras, the flower also seemed to be pollinated, and it produced a beautiful fruit. Before the power of enchanting Dao took shape, it began to diffuse out.

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

As the threads are slowly woven, 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 Rank Four enchantment magic. Of course, it was just edited into runes and not mounted, just like alchemy or something.

At the moment when the magic power poured into it, the unfinished mask turned into an illusory and beautiful girl, looking at Zhang Deming pitifully.

If it weren't for its transparency, countless silk threads were 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, taking Dao Integration as the foundation, and also bred the power of devouring into it.

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, and quickly weaving them into a A gauzy cloak.

The masks are also very strange, like Peking opera masks, colorful and constantly shining with spiritual light. 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 smiled with satisfaction!

After putting everything away, Zhang Deming discovered that it took him less than half a year to refine a six-star Law Weapon this time. This was a rare thing after his rattan skill was promoted to Rank Seven.

Looking at the strange mask beside him, Zhang Deming whispered: "It seems that I feel a little distressed if I don't pay more!"

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Early the next morning, after Zhang Deming got up and finished practicing swordsmanship, he looked at Qin Shizhong and Dang Rushuang who were standing aside, looked around the two of them, and said: "Pack yourself up and follow me to Yueling Peak! "

Because Zhang Deming usually had something to do, Qin Shizhong almost always gave orders. After Dang Rushuang came here, he almost always served him with tea and water.

So when Zhang Deming suddenly clicked on her, she couldn't react immediately. She was stunned for a moment before she responded: "Okay, Ancestor!"

In a moment, Zhang Deming floated down with Dang Rushuang and flew towards Yue Lingfeng and Ding Jianjun's yard.

Zhang Deming was quite 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 let me know, Dao Palace Master Zhang Deming needs to see Master Ding!"

The two boys guarding the gate looked at Zhang Deming's Dao Palace Master's clothes and Zhang Deming's familiar face that had been spread all over Bailing Gate recently. One of them said nervously: "Master Zhang, please wait a moment!"

After saying that, the boy hurried into the yard. The other one lowered his head and couldn't help but take a careful peek at Mr. Zhang, who was becoming more and more impressive recently.

Zhang Deming clasped his hands behind his back and looked around calmly, showing no intention of talking to the boy. His current status is not suitable for talking to him.

A moment later, before the boy who had informed him came out, Zhang Deming felt a powerful spiritual force sweeping out.

The remaining boy was in a daze for a moment, and then he immediately bowed to Zhang Deming and said: "Master Zhang, please, my ancestors asked me to welcome you in!"

Zhang Deming nodded slightly and said, "Trouble!"

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

Then Zhang Deming and Dang Rushuang were led by the boy towards the yard.

Not long after entering the yard, I saw the boy who had just gone in to report ran out. When he saw Zhang Deming and his party, he immediately stopped and immediately changed to walking quietly.

When passing by Zhang Deming and others, I bowed cautiously. Zhang Deming nodded slightly and passed by.

In this way, the two of them were led silently to a familiar pond pavilion, where Ding Jianjun was already sitting.

Zhang Deming was led by the boy to the pavilion, saluted Ding Jianjun and said: "Dao Palace Zhang Deming has met Uncle Ding!"

Ding Jianjun did not stand up, but sat down and looked around Zhang Deming, and said: "Your cultivation has become more and more condensed. You are worthy of coming from an ancient clan."

Zhang Deming replied: "Uncle Master, you are so complimentary. This disciple's cultivation level is not worthy of much recognition!"

Ding Jianjun picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip and said, "If you can't even get on the stage, then my Ding family really has no heirs now!"

"Uncle Master, I feel comfortable teaching Ding Baiyu's children. They are promising children!" Zhang Deming replied immediately.

Hearing this, Ding Jianjun showed a slight smile and said: "What are you doing? Come up and sit down. Your uncle and I are friends after all. How can I still eat you!"

"Thank you so much, uncle!" Zhang Deming hesitated slightly, but without delay, he stepped forward and sat down.

After all, according to the hierarchy of Dao Palace, Zhang Deming is a teacher and is of the same generation as all the teaching staff. The Palace Master of Liuhe is also the same generation.

As for Ding Jianjun's identity, he is just the same as Luan Shucheng's deputy palace master. From this calculation, there is no problem that Zhang Deming can be friends with her as equals.

Calling him Uncle Ding Jianjun is just a humble name according to the seniority of Bailingmen.

The boy who led them in left silently. Dang Rushuang saw that Ding Jianjun was making tea in person, and no one was waiting on her. She also carefully exited the pavilion and came to the pond with two other small boys. Pestled.

"Try it!" When Zhang Deming sat down, Ding Jianjun waved 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. Instantly, a fragrance lingers on the tip of the tongue and lingers for a long time.

"The 'Shuyu Gentleman' of Yuqingguan?"

Ding Jianjun paused in his smile, looked at Zhang Deming in surprise and said, "It seems that you are quite familiar with tea ceremony!"

Zhang Deming smiled and said: "I'm just bored and passing the time occasionally!"

Ding Jianjun glanced at Zhang Deming again and said, "This temperament is exactly the same as that of your uncle."

Zhang Deming's movements of drinking tea remained unchanged, and he smiled and said: "I was raised by my uncle since I was a child, and I am quite friendly with several uncles."

"Is that so? It seems that your life was not smooth in the past!" Ding Jianjun said.

Zhang Deming sipped his tea and glanced at Ding Jianjun, but did not answer the 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 more.

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

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

"Is that so? It seems that it will take a few years to play chess and discuss Tao with him again!" Ding Jianjun took a sip of tea and said.

Zhang Deming answered: "This disciple is here today just for uncle's business!"

Even though Ding Jianjun had already guessed, he was still a little surprised at this moment and said: "Has he completed the weapon refining?"

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "Uncle said, fortunately, I have lived up to my destiny. Although I have been tossing and stumbling for many years, I finally came up with a satisfactory result by chance!"

As Zhang Deming spoke, he raised his hand, and a colorful mask with a veil appeared.

Zhang Deming waved the mask and handed it to Ding Jianjun. Ding Jianjun's eyes flashed as he looked at the mask in front of him and kept exploring.

Before he could reach out to check carefully, Zhang Deming and Ding Jianjun turned their heads at the same time. A blurry figure appeared in front of them and stopped in front of the two seats.

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

(End of chapter)