Code Farmer Cultivation

After beating for about a full minute, the demon rabbit twitched only when they were exhausted, the corner of his mouth was bleeding and he lost his breath.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming accepted the technique.

The vines withered rapidly, turning into spots of light and disappearing.

Everyone stared blankly at Zhang Deming, this strange but familiar brother from the same school.

"Brother Ming, what is your cultivation?" At this moment one person asked.

Zhang Deming was stared at furiously by everyone, and he said: "Oh, this one, just broke through."

Everyone: "..."

Zong En also said at this time: "Then, what is this spell?"

Zhang Deming paused, and said: "Isn't this the growth technique that I chose with you before? I just happened to have some insights at noon, and I managed to cultivate it inexplicably."

Ha, coincidentally, somehow?

Why we have been practicing for many years, but we have not succeeded in a single spell.

You happen to be inexplicably twice a month?

Why, can't I just happen once?

Many people looked at Zhang Deming resentfully.

"Um, don't stare at me, hurry up and clean up the trampled spiritual rice." Zhang Deming said, a little hairy from being stared at one by one.

Following his words, many people came to their senses and turned around to find that Liu Yahui was silently tidying up his rice fields by himself.

His expression was low and depressed, and he didn't care about the injury on his shoulder.

Many people came forward to help with some sympathy.

Because he discovered it in time, only his rice field was destroyed, and what was eaten and trampled on added up to a little more than two cents.

The output of spiritual rice was already extremely low, and more than one-fifth of it was destroyed. He must have been busy for nothing in the past six months, let alone earning spiritual stones, and he was lucky not to be punished.

Zhang Deming shook his head, but didn't step forward to join in the fun.

Commanding a few handymen from the same door, he carried the monster rabbit, which was half a person tall and the size of a dirt dog, back to the handyman's yard.

The meat of low-level monsters belongs to the spiritual food of the outer brothers. They are handymen, and they can drink two mouthfuls of bone soup every year during the Chinese New Year.

When everyone saw the Yaotu carried to the handyman's yard, the steward Feng Mingyou was rushed back by a handyman from the same family.

From afar, I heard Feng Mingyou's burning voice, roaring as he rushed over.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, you bastards, don't block the monsters and wait for me, surround here, you are going to turn the world upside down, don't you want the Lingtian? Rice... don't... don't care..."

Before Feng Mingyou finished roaring, many people who heard his words stepped aside, and the huge body of Yaotu could be seen by anyone who was blind.

"Um, killed?"

At this time, Feng Mingyou had already arrived at the square, looking at the monster rabbit on the ground with a look of surprise.

Then he lowered his body and began to examine carefully.

"Quickly advance to the middle-level apprentice-level monster, this strength, rough skin and thick flesh, you bastards, it's not bad if you can surround it, how did you kill it?"

Feng Mingyou asked while checking the wound on Yaotu's head.

After asking, I found that no one answered, and I was taken aback when I raised my head.

It was found that everyone was pointing at Zhang Deming, but Zhang Deming pointed at Peng Tuan beside him.

Feng Mingyou paused, and said in a circle: "Zhang Deming, tell me."

"Steward, Peng Tuan and a few juniors were smashed to death with a hoe." Zhang Deming said without a red face or a beating heart.

Everyone: "..."

Feng Mingyou frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said, "Hoe? Spirit hoe? There are also bastards who can use that thing to chase after the demon rabbit and smash it to death?"

After Feng Mingyou finished speaking, he found that everyone looked at Zhang Deming with strange expressions.

Feng Mingyou's complexion turned dark. After ten years of getting along, he has a good understanding of this kid's slippery temperament.

Chapter 12 Feng Mingyou

Turning his head, he looked at Peng Tuan, who was blushing, and said, "Tell me, what's going on, I didn't see it, you kid still has the ability to chase demon rabbits with a spirit hoe?"

When Peng Tuan heard this, his blushing face suddenly calmed down, and he said calmly:

"Yeah, steward, I've worked hard. It took a full minute to kill the motionless demon rabbit with the spirit hoe!"

"One minute? Still motionless? What and what!" Feng Mingyou was even more confused.

Lu Guo on the side couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said, "Steward, it was Brother Ming who used the growth technique to entangle the demon rabbit, and Peng Tuan and others used the spirit hoe to crush the demon rabbit to death one by one."

Feng Mingyou instantly understood the reason, and said, "Oh, so that's the case.

what?

Growth surgery?

Who do you say the junior apprentice learned the second spell? "

Feng Mingyou's face was full of excitement. The junior apprentice had already learned several spells. With a proper talent for magicians, he felt that he was about to develop.

Everyone stretched out their hands again and pointed at Zhang Deming.

Feng Mingyou was taken aback, looked at Zhang Deming and said, "Didn't you just learn the Xiaoyunyu technique last month?"

Zhang Deming said embarrassingly: "Uh, during the lunch break, because I didn't get up early during this period, I couldn't sleep, so I just thought about the spell I just got.

Unexpectedly, if you get something occasionally, you will succeed inexplicably. "

Hearing this, Feng Mingyou paused for a moment, then was taken aback for a second, and said, "What is your cultivation level?"

"Uh, I did break through, and it happened by accident at noon." Zhang Deming said.

The expression on Feng Mingyou's face was very exciting and excited, but then he seemed to think of something and hesitated.

After a long time, he said: "Okay, carry the monster into the kitchen, let's add dinner tonight.

Others can go down, the spiritual rice has already headed, and the harvest is only a few days away, so be careful.

Zhang Deming, come with me. "

After saying that, Feng Mingyou turned around and walked towards his own yard, with Zhang Deming obediently following behind.

Different from the row of small yards of handymen, Feng Mingyou's is a separate courtyard.

In the yard, there is also a small banyan tree, and a stone table under the banyan tree.

It can be seen that Feng Mingyou's life is very comfortable.

When the two came to the small courtyard, Feng Mingyou took out a set of tea sets, greeted Zhang Deming to sit down, and started making tea.

Zhang Deming doesn't understand tea art, but it can be seen that Feng Mingyou is an old man and quite proficient in tea art.

The atmosphere was quiet and we waited until Feng Mingyou made his first cup of tea.

"Try it!"

Feng Mingyou poured a glass for Zhang Deming, and gestured with his hand.

Hearing this, Zhang Deming said with a wry smile: "Guan Feng, you watched me grow up, you don't know who I am, I don't understand the tea ceremony or anything like that.

Drinking tea for me is completely thirst-quenching, and I can't taste anything else. "

Feng Mingyou picked up a teacup and said, "No problem."

Seeing this, Zhang Deming no longer shied away, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp.

"Experience value +0.5."

Zhang Deming looked at the teapot in Feng Mingyou's hand, and said, "It's delicious, if you're in charge, don't you want it!"

Feng Mingyou looked at Zhang Deming's spooky appearance, shook his head speechlessly, and said:

"I only have two taels of spiritual tea. This is for tasting, not for you to chew on peonies and ruin it."

He said so, but he still filled Zhang Deming again. Seeing that Zhang Deming was about to drink it down again, he opened his mouth again and said:

"If you want to improve your cultivation, I can give you a few catties of spiritual rice later. Taste this spiritual tea slowly, don't waste it."

Zhang Deming was not embarrassed when he was exposed to Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. He took the teacup, imitating Feng Mingyou, and took a small sip.

Following Zhang Deming's careful observation, I finally understood why Feng Mingyou said he was a waste.

The benefits of this spiritual tea are indeed not just the rich spiritual energy in the tea.

As the tea spread in his mouth, a fresh fragrance permeated Zhang Deming's entire bud.

It's a completely different experience than booze.

The two slowly sipped tea. After a long time, Feng Mingyou broke the silence and said again: "You have come to Xiaoqingshan, Handyman's House, almost ten years."

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Yes, I have been in charge for ten years."

Feng Mingyou nodded when he heard the words, and said, "It's been ten years. I've suppressed you for ten years. I must have a lot of dissatisfaction in my heart, and I must hate me very much."

Hearing this, Zhang Deming was stunned, and looked at Feng Mingyou in surprise.

Feng Mingyou's personality is considered easy-going, but he is also a bit snobbish, but it's not serious, and he has thoughts, but it's not serious.

Generally speaking, he is an ordinary person.

But it was the first time Zhang Deming encountered such straightforward words.

Seeing Feng Mingyou's earnest expression, Zhang Deming smiled and said, "To be honest, I didn't, not when I was eight years old, because I know the reason.

Not today, because you are not bad in charge. "

"Not bad? Don't you hate that I keep pressing you down and treating you harshly?" Feng Mingyou asked in surprise.

Zhang Deming smiled, and said: "My experience of entering the mountains, wouldn't it be better to survive this way? You think so too, right?"

Feng Mingyou was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhang Deming seriously for the first time, and after a long time, he said: "Oh, I thought you were precocious at the beginning, but now, I still underestimate you.

I don't want to talk about what happened ten years ago. I do have some thoughts. I have been harsh to you for two years. I am here to apologize to you.

But I don't regret doing this. I will try again. With my talent, I don't try my best to seize opportunities and speculate.

You will only be a senior apprentice for a lifetime. If you want Tai Chi, it is useless to work hard on your own. "

Hearing Feng Mingyou's straightforward words, although Zhang Deming was surprised, he didn't make any comments, nor did he show any disdain.

Feng Mingyou continued: "So I try my best to seize opportunities, but with my character, I can't be a real speculator.

So I mixed in Xiaoqingshan to retire early.

Although I have been strict with you these years, except for the past few years, I have a clear conscience. If you have any grievances, let's talk in advance.

In this yard today, I am not in charge of you, nor are you my handyman.

Didn't you learn the growth technique, you can hang me up, smoke for a long time, and give me a breath, after you vent your grievances, do you think it's feasible for us to clear up?

When we get out of the yard, it's good that we don't owe each other, how about it? "

Zhang Deming was stunned by Feng Mingyou's words, he never expected that the other party would say such words.

"Why, you are not satisfied with my conditions?

If you are not satisfied, you can bring it up and we can discuss it.

If you think about forbearance for ten years, you won't get entangled with me too much with this kind of heart, after all, we don't have a deadly enmity. "

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Feng Mingyou paused for a moment, and continued: "One technique per month may be luck.

However, it is completely impossible for the double skill in one month to be caused by luck. No matter how much spiritual root you have, I have never heard of this understanding in Tianlingmen.

Back then, I had shallow eyelids, and I, Feng Mingyou, admitted it.

Now you have endured for ten years and decided to stand up. I think you have accumulated enough, so I don't think you can stay in the yard for long.

Before I left, even if I didn't have any past love, I didn't want any resentment.