Code Farmer Comprehension

Zhang Zeli looked around at everyone in the hall, and said, "Where is Zerui?"

Among the seven people sitting below, a middle-aged woman replied: "Uncle Thirteen went to get water in Qingyang Lake, and he just set off not long ago, and he probably won't be back for another hour or two."

"If that's the case, let's start!" Zhang Zeli looked around the crowd and said, "This is Uncle Zhang Budao."

'Preaching? '

'Uncle? '

'how old is he? Thirty days, right? '

'Where did the Buzi generation come from in the clan? '

"..."

Following Zhang Zeli's words, the expressions of the people below changed instantly, they looked at Zhang Deming in amazement, and scrutinized him seriously.

Zhang Zeli paused for a while, and after giving everyone a little time to react, he continued: "Uncle Preacher came back from Yang Family Village through the passage between the two clans!"

"What?"

"Have you contacted Yang Family Village?"

"Can the channel be used?"

"Has the mad dog disease disappeared?"

"..."

Another bomb was thrown, and this time everyone no longer cared about etiquette. They all spoke up and asked their own questions. Obviously, this news was too surprising for them.

Zhang Zeli waited quietly for a while, giving everyone a little time to react, then pressed his hands and said, "What a shame to be chattering!"

Everyone fell silent when they heard the words, including the two elders who were both of Ze's generation, they obviously respected Zhang Zeli very much.

The middle-aged woman who answered the call before was called Zhang Junzhen. It is the first generation of young people born after the establishment of the new village. At this moment, she looked at Zhang Deming and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, but does this uncle have any evidence?

Although when the Yang family was banned back then, many Zhang family members were indeed trapped together, and before that, many clan members had been allowed to go through the two-clan channel one after another, and lost their news.

But the Buzi generation... Eighty years ago, most of the Guangzi generation were elders. Even if there were younger ones, most of them were middle-aged, even if they were giving birth to children... "

At this point, Zhang Junzhen did not continue, but paused for a while before saying: "And this uncle's age is not like someone who was born seven or eighty years ago."

Hearing this, Zhang Zeli didn't speak immediately. Like everyone else, he quietly looked at Zhang Deming and waited for Zhang Deming's reply. Obviously, he also wanted to use Zhang Junzhen's mouth to find out the bottom line.

Zhang Deming looked around the crowd, mainly focusing on the dog behind everyone's seat.

Except for Zhang Zeli, there were a total of seven people, and most of them were three-talented dog monsters and four-element dogs when they got up. There were only three dogs in total, including Zhang Zeli's old hair-shedding dog.

And the fighting power of the people here is half, or even a big stage, lower than that of normal monks, so with the people in Zhangjia Village today...

Even if they beat him together, he can leave calmly. It is possible to take some time and use roundabout tactics to solve it slowly.

So after he glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on Zhang Junzhen and said: "Certificate? What certificate do you want? Is the guy on my shoulder enough?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Lei on Zhang Deming's shoulder and the pair of ears on his head. If it wasn't for these two reasons, everyone would not be skeptical.

"Heh!" Without waiting for everyone to reply, Zhang Deming smiled lightly and said, "Have you ever said that you want to go back to the clan?

It's just that when I came back, I found that the whole clan was in ruins, and I came across it by chance during the investigation. You asked me for a certificate? But I asked if I would like to be your uncle, the elder of this clan? "

Zhang Deming's unkind words changed everyone's complexion slightly, and Zhang Zeli's complexion turned dark, and he sternly reprimanded Zhang Junzhen:

"Presumptuous, this kind of clan association, when is it your turn to talk like this, a junior, it doesn't matter, why don't you hurry up and apologize to the preaching uncle."

Hearing this, Zhang Junzhen didn't hesitate at all, and climbed down the ladder Zhang Zeli handed out. Immediately bowed to Zhang Deming and said: "It's Junzhen who is being rude, please punish my uncle."

Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Junzhen, Zhang Junzhen bowed his head to avoid, then looked at Zhang Zeli, Zhang Zeli responded with a smile.

Zhang Deming showed a smile, and said: "Okay, I don't have time to accompany you to perform any family friendly dramas. I have spent a lot of time killing strange species these years, and I am not very interested in these dramas."

Everyone was slightly shocked when they heard the words, but Zhang Zeli still smiled apologetically and did not answer.

Zhang Deming continued: "I've seen you guys too, so there's no need to talk about the past. If you have nothing to do, you can go down. I still have something to do here.

Anyway, I have read what I should read, and when I finish this, if you don't welcome me, you can leave at any time after I have clarified some things. "

"Uncle, you are talking about your identity, the family is always your uncle's family!" While speaking, he looked at Zhang Junzhen and said: "Junzhen, hurry up, and apologize to uncle."

After seeing Zhang Deming's previous method of lifting weights and lightening them, he clearly understood that Zhang Deming really didn't need to rely on them, but they might rely on Zhang Deming.

Therefore, he knows better than everyone here what attitude to use. Even if Zhang Deming doesn't believe in Zhang and doesn't call Zhang preaching, as long as he doesn't do any harm to the clan, he will be all of them in the future, and he will be the highest elder in their clan.

Hearing this, Zhang Junzhen got up and knelt down, but before her legs landed, two emerald-like vines appeared on the ground to support her.

The seven people looked at the emerald vines under Zhang Junzhen's feet, all of them were a little stunned.

The technique just now seems to be issued by Zhang Deming? instead of his dog?

"That's all." Zhang Deming shook his head and said: "It doesn't have to be like this, we are all a family. But if you want me to show any proof, I really don't have one.

The Yang family village has been wiped out, and I have gone through all kinds of hardships to wipe out the last strange species. After fulfilling the wishes of the elders, I only want to see the Hui people.

In all these years of killing monsters, he didn't think about anything other than survival. Now I'm suddenly free, but I just want to come back and have a look, so I don't leave any certificates or certificates. "

There was a touch of sadness in Zhang Deming's words, but everyone was in awe. From his words, he could hear the hardships involved.

"By the way, when I came over, I found a lot of bones in the passage, so I took them away!" While speaking, Zhang Deming waved his hand and threw out a lot of bones.

Everyone looked at the dry bones for a moment, and then their expressions changed.

"Don't worry, I've already checked, and there's nothing crazy." Zhang Deming said at this moment.

Immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many turned their heads to these dead bones.

Among them, Zhang Zexin, the old man who was in charge of calling the crowd while talking to Zhang Zeli, suddenly saw the three characters Zhang Deliang on the waist card of one of the withered bones, and said in surprise: "This is... the eighth uncle?"

"What?"

"It really is!"

Zhang Zexin's words made Zhang Zeli and the other old man couldn't help getting up, and looked at the dead bone in amazement.

With the confirmation of identity, the respect in the eyes of everyone looking at Zhang Deming became a little more sincere.

Zhang Zeli looked at Zhang Junzhen and said, "You move out the remains of your ancestors first, so that you can settle down comfortably. Tomorrow, the whole family will hold a ceremony to worship the heavens, and bury the ancestors with honor!"

"Understood, Seventh Uncle!"

After saying that, Zhang Junzhen greeted several middle-aged men standing outside the door, and got the remains down. And she also took the opportunity to retreat, which was probably what Zhang Zeli had ordered her to do. After all, the skeptical role she plays is less needed these days.

The hall fell into silence again. Zhang Zeli looked at Zhang Deming, changed the topic and said, "Uncle, these years have been very difficult!"

"Hehe, the days are so rough, and I get used to it after gritting my teeth. After all, I was different since I was a child. Several elders died one after another because of the pair of ears on my head.

If I don't live up to it and let the elders who sacrificed their lives feel sad, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it when I grow old! "

Zhang Deming showed a warm smile, obviously very gentle, but everyone felt that there was endless sadness and pain in the smile.

"It's the children and grandchildren who are unfilial and incompetent!" Zhang Zeli replied in time: "Uncle, this is the blood of returning to the ancestors. Is the blood of the ancestors of the Yang family showing?"

When everyone heard the words, each of them became energetic. You must know that from the beginning of the clan meeting, what everyone cared most about was not their identity, but the milk dog on the other's shoulder and the ears on their head.

It's just that Zhang Deming didn't dare to ask the identity question before he even asked it.

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Well, it's just a coincidence. If it wasn't for my special bloodline and Xiaolei, I guess I would have fulfilled my promise, not to mention exterminating the monsters, I would have become a handful of loess a long time ago Bar!"

In the words, there are some obvious emotions and sadness, and a little bit of reminiscence. Everyone paused, not knowing how to answer the conversation for a while, and Zhang Zeli's concerned inquiry could not continue.

Zhang Deming paused, and said with a smile: "Hey, it seems that I am really old. I haven't seen so many clansmen for a long time. I feel a little sad for a while."

"It's because the children and grandchildren are incompetent, it's hard for uncle!" Zhang Zeli replied.

Zhang Deming shook his head, and said: "Don't talk about it, let's do my business. If you have something to do, go down and do your work. It doesn't matter if you have nothing to do."

When everyone heard the words, none of them stood up and watched honestly.

Zhang Deming no longer cared about the crowd, but looked at the two people who were imprisoned and lying on the ground in the center of the living room.

At this moment, both Mo Fei and Mo Qian were in despair. After all, they had already been involved in the Zhang family's secrets. Given the feud between the two families, it was obvious that there was no hope of surviving.

Zhang Deming looked at the two of them, did not ask them first, but looked at the door, Zhang Xiuqing who had been standing there obediently, at this moment there was a middle-aged man beside the other party, who was a little reserved and waited with her.

Judging from his appearance, he should be Zhang Xiuqing's father. As far as appearance is concerned, he is an honest and friendly man, and there is a huge gap with the heroic Zhang Xiuqing, not at all like his own.

Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Xiuqing and said, "Let's talk about the situation first!"

Zhang Xiuqing heard the words, walked forward honestly, and knelt down respectfully, this time Zhang Deming didn't stop her.

Don't mention life-saving kindness, just talk about etiquette, the custom of kneeling to ancestors, that is also Hongmeng's long-standing cultural inheritance, it is completely normal.

"I...Junior today..."

After Zhang Xiuqing knelt down and saluted Zhang Deming, she didn't get up, but knelt and sat on the spot. With a heroic appearance, she was a little nervous being looked at by many clan elders at the moment.

She paused for a moment, and then said with a trembling voice: "Because of the earthquakes in various places a few days ago, I accepted the patrol mission. Because the patrol location is relatively remote...

Unintentionally wandered to the Poison Mist Valley on the side of the Mo family. The place was originally very remote and there were no people there.

But by chance, the younger generation found a weird altar, and found someone dancing there, babbling and wow, I don't know what they were doing.

Some are like the legendary practice of opening an altar, or pretending to be a ghost or something, and judging from the traces, it seems that it has been a few years old. "

When Zhang Deming heard the words, he didn't quite understand his expression. How to open the altar? Does this refer to ordinary funeral arrangements, or at least an ancient magic technique with a higher level?

Or did she meet the Hongmeng cultivator who strayed into this place, trying to regain her strength?

The surrounding clan elders frowned and said, "The method of opening the altar? This is not in the legend..."

Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly remembered that there was also a legendary existence in front of me who could cast spells. It seemed that another one was not impossible.

"So, you snatched that weird bone from the altar? Did the other party not stop it?" Zhang Deming asked and answered.

Zhang Xiuqing shook her head and said: "No, although I didn't trust any mages before, but because the person who did it was an old man, although he didn't see a dog, he was probably an elder of the Mo family, so I dare not do that.

I stole it. While he was opening the altar, I stole his residence. The broken bone was found in the residence.

Because I watched him use this thing on the altar, and when he stole something, I stole a part. I originally planned to show the clan elders what it was after running back.

In the end, when he quit, he was discovered by the two of them, and you all know what happened after that, my ancestor. "

no dog?

Is it really outside?

No, it's been four days, and it's been a full moon night. According to the summarized information, if it's really someone from the outside world, it should have mutated long ago.

"So...he still has a lot of these things?" Zhang Deming asked the most concerned question.

Zhang Xiuqing nodded and said, "When I left, there was still a small pile, at least seven or eight."

Hearing this, Zhang Deming turned his head, looked at Mo Fei and Mo Qian, and said, "Are you two explaining yourself, or should I come in person?"

The woman Mo Qian gave Zhang Deming a cold look and stopped talking. However, Murphy, a man who was resigned to his fate, immediately said:

"I don't know anything, I just received the news suddenly because of Zhenzhen, and I was ordered to guard the Poison Mist Valley for a few days. Before I met my senior, I didn't even know that the legend was true.

The human race can still practice and cast spells. Before, I thought that the old man in the valley was a lunatic who danced like a god all day long!

Over the years, some of our disciples would occasionally go on duty, and we all thought he was a crazy old man! "

Hearing this, Mo Qian turned her head coldly, glared at Mo Fei, and said, "If you can return to the clan, you will definitely be cut..."

Zhang Deming glanced at the woman Mo Qian, his eyes turned cold, and before he finished threatening and warning, he said: "I thought I was reduced to fish, but I dare to pretend to be a hero in front of this seat. I hope you will still be so stubborn later."

While speaking, Zhang Deming waved his hand, a dreamy light lit up in his hand, and threw it at Mo Qian.

A dreamy divine light flew into Mo Qian's mind, and Mo Qian's cold body suddenly trembled violently.

"ah······"

She couldn't bear it for a moment, and then she began to scream crazily. The sound was extremely penetrating, with a heart-piercing feeling, and there was a serious vibrato.

"I thought it was so tough, but it seems that it is nothing more than that. I can't bear it before it starts to tear my soul apart? I have this insight, why bother to show such loyalty and let me be this villain. "

Zhang Deming shook his head, whispered, ignored Mo Qian, did not revoke the spell, and continued to torture her. Turning his head to look at Murphy, who had originally accepted the words, but was frightened into a fool at the moment, and said, "How about you, tell the truth, or do you want to try it?"

"I said... I said it!" Murphy immediately nodded frantically.

Zhang Deming looked at the other party and saw that the effect of killing chickens and monkeys was obvious, so he said: "Then continue!"

Murphy froze when he heard this, but remained speechless. Zhang Deming's expression turned cold, and he said, "What? You also want to try how hard your bones are?"

Murphy's face was pale, and while his body was trembling violently, he stammered back: "But...but...but I've already said what I know just now."

Hearing this, Zhang Deming frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a second dreamy light cluster emerged from his hand.

"Don't, don't, senior, I really finished everything, I really only know so much. There is no one in the clan usually going to the Poison Mist Valley, except for occasionally going to Shouxia Valley, there is really nothing else!

Guarding the valley is intermittent, I don't know what the process is, they all said that the old man is a lunatic, so I didn't even enter the valley, after the poisonous fog dissipated, it was gloomy and frightening! "

Murphy looked at the flying ball of light, trembling, and speaking incoherently, his crotch was wet, and a smell of urine filled the hall.

Zhang Deming and many people present frowned at such an unbearable scene. Zhang Deming ignored Murphy's words, and directly injected the light ball into Murphy's body.

Different from the screaming Mo Qian, Mo Fei, who had a ball of light in his head, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

No, it should be called to sleep.

And because he was too tense before, he seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully and sweetly.

As he fell asleep, a cloud of smoke slowly floated above his head, and the smoke was hazy, showing a scene of a valley.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, and several clan elders even looked at Zhang Deming in amazement.

If they read correctly, what they saw at this moment turned out to be part of the memory in the baby's mind, which was presented in front of everyone in such a strange way.

After the smoke rose, everyone clearly saw the picture formed on the hazy smoke light group. And with Zhang Deming's waving and swiping, the whole picture is fluctuated by it at will, just like a book and picture album, which can be flipped through at will, just like a plaything.