Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 472: What is a wealthy family? [Please subscribe for more updates and monthly tickets]

The two drifted over the waterfall and came to the sea of ​​flowers. At this moment, the morning sun was rising, and the water vapor from the waterfall made the mountain mist in the garden a little thicker.

The five-star mutant Qin Xin Orchid is emitting a hazy light under the morning sun, making this sea of ​​flowers seem a bit dreamy, extremely distorted, and extremely girlish.

"It's beautiful!" Lanying said, looking at the sea of ​​flowers at the edge.

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "It's beautiful, but the style is like a woman's residence. It's too dreamy. It doesn't feel like it if a man lives there."

Lan Ying looked at Zhang Deming strangely and said, "You'd better not look for Taoist companions in the future!"

"Uh..." Zhang Deming finished his sentence. This sudden turn caught him completely off guard.

"Normally, not many people come to this sea of ​​flowers. Master spends most of his time in the Sea of ​​Flowers Enlightenment Pavilion, playing the piano, enlightening, and practicing meditation.

Including reception, except for some specific people who come, the Master will receive them in the small courtyard, and most of the time he will receive them in the Enlightenment Pavilion.

Give lessons to disciples, enlightenment for disciples in Yali, or enlightenment for disciples from other institutes or Fellow Daoists who need Qinxin enlightenment, etc...

Most of this is done in the Enlightenment Pavilion. "Lanying took Zhang Deming and floated everywhere in the sea of ​​flowers.

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "I understand, Wu Dao Pavilion is my uncle's piano room and office. Most things are handled here. Then when should I take care of these flowers, and what situations need to be avoided?"

Lan Ying glanced at Zhang Deming and said: "There is no need to avoid it, Master has told me that this small courtyard is your residence, and Master has told you that you can stay here forever.

Apart from taking care of Qin Xinlan, there is nothing else that requires special attention. If someone comes, you can listen to the master to enlighten his or her heart and teach others.

As long as you don't disturb others, there are no restrictions on you here. "

Zhang Deming was completely taken aback when he heard this. Isn't this the treatment of a close-knit boy, except that he doesn't have to serve tea and pour water, and is waiting on him at a close distance?

No wonder Lan Ying said he would be the flower boy in front of the table. His treatment is really suitable for this position!

If he could be served closely, he would really become Lan Fuyao's piano-carrying boy!

When Zhang Deming was stunned, Lan Ying had already taken him around in the sea of ​​flowers. The place was not complicated and there were almost no precautions, so it was over in a moment.

"Do you understand?" Lan Ying asked.

"Ah, I understand."

What else doesn't he understand? There is only one flower-growing job that he needs to do, and the rest are benefits.

As she spoke, Lan Ying opened a light screen with her command talisman, scratched it a few times, signaled Zhang Deming to open his identity talisman, threw a few light balls in, and gave Zhang Deming a sea of ​​flowers. Some permissions of the formation.

"Then you can get familiar with this. I still have something to do." After saying that, she turned and left. After floating for a while, she paused slightly and said, "By the way, Master Xi Jing, don't worry about this." forget."

"Thank you, Master Lanying, for reminding me. The disciples are not too noisy!" Zhang Deming saluted him and said with a smile.

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After Zhang Deming watched the other party leave, he first became familiar with the formation operations of Huahai, and then began to carefully examine these mutated Qin Xinlan.

‘I see, are these special spiritual plants specially cultivated to enhance the sound effect here? '

Zhang Deming is considered to be a semi-spiritual farmer, and he knows a lot about spiritual plants. Therefore, after a while, he has enough understanding of the sea of ​​flowers and roughly understands their effects.

At this time, Zhang Deming suddenly turned his head and looked to the side yard. At this moment, Lan Fuyao suddenly floated out and came to the Enlightenment Pavilion.

Zhang Deming immediately saluted him and said: "Disciple has met my great uncle!"

Lan Fuyao raised his head, looked at Zhang Deming who was not far away, and said, "You don't have to be a disciple here. Other than planting flowers and taking care of things, you can do things easily."

Zhang Deming frowned slightly when he heard this. He looked at Lan Fuyao, who started to play the piano by himself, and was completely confused. He really didn't know what the other party meant by this.

Knowing that he was not a normal disciple, he did not question him carefully or take any further action. Just arrange it next to her, keep her around, and act like they have the same status, which is really weird!

For a moment, Zhang Deming looked at the sea of ​​flowers again. I studied these Qin Xinlan carefully again.

When Zhang Deming had almost mastered these things, he looked up at the sky. The morning sun had already risen, and the sea of ​​flowers was brilliant.

Surrounded by the faint sound of the zither, the sun rises and flows in the sea of ​​flowers for a moment, then gathers towards Lan Fuyao. There is some distortion in the dream, it is really a blessed land of immortals.

"The clouds and rain gather together!"

Zhang Deming looked around and suddenly said.

A small white cloud above the head enveloped the entire sea of ​​flowers, and bits of strange spiritual rain drifted down to the entire sea of ​​flowers.

Qin Xinlan in Huahai seemed to be extremely agile at this moment, swaying and cheering.

This obvious change caused Wu Dao Pavilion's piano music to pause, and a sentence came out in the stream of light: "I didn't realize it, but your agricultural skills are not weak! I thought you just said it casually before."

Zhang Deming saluted him and said, "Master Uncle Zu is absurd."

The sound of the piano restarted and Zhang Deming was ignored. Zhang Deming didn't say much, and stood quietly outside the hall, looking at the sea of ​​flowers with his hands behind his back, trying to plant the best ones.

Surrounded by the sound of the piano, white clouds and mist float above the head, and strands of spiritual rain fall, making Qin Xinlan in the sea of ​​flowers very active, forming a beautiful picture scroll.

For a moment, Lan Ying, who flew here again, paused. A group of disciples were led by Lan Ying's streamer to the small square on the platform outside the Enlightenment Pavilion, and then left quietly.

Standing outside the pavilion, on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, Zhang Deming looked at the platform in front of the Enlightenment Pavilion.

A total of 20 people came, all of different ages, the oldest one seemed to be around 14 or 15 years old, and his cultivation was at the Tai Chi stage. The youngest, Dingtian, looks like a six-year-old apprentice, and he is a talented apprentice.

At this moment there was only the sound of the piano and no one spoke. For such a scene, and knowing that the one who played the piano was a peak ancestor of the Five Elements, everyone was a little nervous.

Looking at all this, Zhang Deming shook his head. In view of their attire, if they remember correctly, they should be from the Li family.

Moreover, such a cultivation base can be sent here, obviously the status is not ordinary. Considering his current identity and personality, Zhang Deming shook his head and whispered:

"Why are you just standing there dumbly, why don't you quickly meditate and comprehend! How easy is it for my family to send you here for this trip!"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a special mental fluctuation, which made the anxious disciples in the garden fall silent.

Twenty or so people all turned their heads to look, and then they discovered that there was another person standing quietly on the edge of the sea of ​​​​flowers not far away, with his hands behind his back, looking at them indifferently, his identity was unknown, and his cultivation level was unknown.

No one who can come here is stupid, even a few children who look like they are only six or seven years old are not mentally weak.

After being awakened by Zhang Deming, they bowed to Zhang Deming and Lan Fuyao one by one, and began to sit cross-legged and meditate.

As the disciples entered meditation one by one, the surrounding airflow began to swirl, and a faint glow began to flow around them. The sound of the piano also changed drastically at this moment, and the rhythm became much stronger.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming stopped paying attention and continued to try to take care of Huahai. For his current level of cultivation, such music would have no effect, at most it would be pleasant to listen to.

In this way, Zhang Deming hung up the computer, constantly trying various combinations of spells, and studying them carefully.

After all, since you have accepted the job, of course you have to take good care of it.

In fact, if he integrates the spiritual cultivation technique and takes care of this sea of ​​flowers, it will not be difficult at all. It will be solved in a rain, and even if he is not careful, a few flower demons will pop out.

Zhang Deming has no doubt about this. This is his confidence in spiritual cultivation now!

It's a pity that Li Zhengkun's identity has no intention of exposing his spiritual cultivation skills. Therefore, after trying for a long time, I found a combination of spells that I was barely satisfied with.

Immediately, Zhang Deming began his daily routine. Planting flowers, hanging up the phone, tidying up the simple courtyard that was just built yesterday, listening to music, and life gradually got on track.

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Time flew by, and after three days, when Zhang Deming was almost familiar with everything, the music in the pavilion suddenly stopped.

At this moment, outside the enlightenment pavilion, the practice and enlightenment stage has turned into more than twenty balls of light of various colors, surrounded by rays of light and beating slightly.

As the sound of the piano stopped, each light group suddenly began to inflate its aura. Those apprentices who had just gained energy had the most exaggerated effect. In an instant, they became high-level apprentices, overflowing with spiritual power.

The performance of disciples in the Tai Chi stage is different. Some have improved by a small section, and some have directly reached Tai Chi Sansheng. The gap is relatively large.

Zhang Deming looked at all this and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This is Grotto-Heaven, the blessed land, and this is the aristocratic family!

When he was in the Heavenly Spirit Sect, before Goldfinger was turned on, he had been practicing for a full ten years, but the effect of his practice was not as good as what he was listening to this song now.

Under such circumstances, how can Hongmeng avoid a situation where there are many sects and aristocratic families everywhere!

He was still a disciple before. If he wanted to get out as an Independent Cultivator, the road would be really bumpy and difficult!

"Okay, let's stop here this time!" A cold word suddenly came from the Enlightenment Pavilion at this moment.

As he spoke, Zhang Deming could hear that he was a little tired. Even if it is a major overhaul at the peak of the Five Elements, such three days of piano music is obviously not a small consumption.

Following Lan Fuyao's words, each of the twenty or so people put away their excited expressions, bowed to him, and said, "Thank you, Patriarch Fuyao, for your love!"

Lan Fuyao didn't reply, just floated up and went back to her small courtyard.

As Lan Fuyao left, these boys began to communicate excitedly again, chattering among themselves.

To put it into perspective, after all, he is not very old and has not much experience, so he is quite simple. Even if he has excellent spiritual roots and is extremely intelligent, it is not difficult to understand without sufficient experience.

At this time, two smart young men among the twenty or so people saw Zhang Deming at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers. They ran over and saluted Zhang Deming and said:

"Disciple Li Zhichao..."

"Disciple Li Zhengke, I have met this Patriarch. Thank you for the Patriarch's previous reminder. I don't know what I call the Patriarch."

"Why, do you want to go back and tell your family? Do you want to take credit for me?" Zhang Deming looked at the two ghosts and elves with a smile. They were not very young, but they learned quickly in the camp.

"Uh... Disciple will tell my master!"

Zhang Deming looked at the two ghosts and elves in front of him. They were about ten years old. At such a young age, they knew they would form a good relationship.

It seems that this Quanqingguan... Haiwang's thoughts and methods of doing things have really become the sect's culture!

Following the actions of the two little guys, more than 20 people in the yard all reacted and ran towards Zhang Deming one by one to greet him.

Zhang Deming shook his head in a funny way, reached out and touched the heads of the two children in front of him, and said: "Little guys, if you don't hurry over, no one will take you back later.

Maybe I have to jump off the cliff and run back to the Li family's Qiyuyuan, or return to the Ao Peak! With your short legs, you will have to run for two or three years! "

The excited children in their twenties turned their heads to look at Zhang Deming's half-smiling expression. Only then did they realize that the cold female master who had brought them here before had almost drifted out of the pavilion.

Everyone hurriedly saluted Zhang Deming, ran back to the platform, and waited honestly, a little silly, a little ghostly, and a little cute.

Zhang Deming looked at these children, shook his head, looked at each other with Lan Ying, bowed slightly, and then turned around and entered his yard.

Lan Ying also looked at Zhang Deming, raised her hand and waved her jade flute, carrying twenty disciples and floating down the cliff.

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After entering the house, Zhang Deming checked the house and found that it had been basically messed up by him in the past few days.

The flowers in the sea of ​​flowers outside were also touched by him. Nowadays, it only requires monthly or semi-monthly surgery and daily care.

Arriving at the training room, Zhang Deming flipped over and threw out the huge flower pot refining furnace, first throwing a bunch of messy basic materials into it.

A vine sprouts, grows rapidly, becomes thicker, and becomes a tree. Then it bloomed, bore fruit, and grew hundreds of golden cards.

In a moment, the vines withered and the cards were piled up into a dozen in front of Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming picked up one of the cards and checked it. It was pretty good. Forging a hundred cards in half a day is already the limit for his refining technique.

Forging vines is not very suitable for large-scale forging, and has nothing to do with the fundamental difference between cultivation and weapon refining skills.

Feeling the effect, Zhang Deming nodded in satisfaction, flipped his hand and put the card away.

After the preheating was completed, Zhang Deming took out a pile of materials, and then threw a precious five-star spiritual soil into the flower pot.

Then Zhang Deming took a deep breath, raised his hand, and a spiritual seed fell into the flower pot.

Dozens of blood-red vines grew out, entangled the materials on the side, and sank into the flowerpot. And Zhang Deming also fell into deep trance.

As he entered meditation, an emerald vine swayed out and grew rapidly. It only grew about one meter high, then stopped, and a strange fruit began to grow.

The fruit is not big, only the size of an adult's fist. Different from the ordinary green, this time the fruit is fiery red.

The fruit exuded a strong heat wave and seemed very unstable. Zhang Deming, who was in meditation, also frowned slightly from time to time.

After a long time, the fruit finally matured and exploded into threads all over the sky. The fiery red and hot breath rippled throughout the room.

At the same time, the one-meter-high vine began to exude a special spirit-nurturing aura. The fiery red scorching threads also began to weave.

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In this way, time passed by for more than half a month, and a golden-red scorching ring grew on the vine.

As the ring shook, the vine eventually withered and turned into a ball of ashes, falling into the flowerpot.

And the golden ring flew up, flying around Zhang Deming, with nascent joy, curiosity, and agility.

Zhang Deming checked the Law Weapon he had learned. His luck was neither good nor bad.

It's done in one shot, but it's just a five-star Low Grade Law Treasure. It's a bit lacking in quality, but the integration of the two spells has added a lot of color to it, which is an unexpected surprise.

After inspecting it for a long time, Zhang Deming nodded with satisfaction before putting away the ring. He did not immediately contact Li Bai for delivery, but continued to refine weapons and make beads.

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In this way, Zhang Deming's life began to settle down. I spend most of my time hanging up on Xianqin Cliff, refining weapons, making beads, planting flowers, and listening to the piano.

Occasionally, I would go back to Xia Yunju and give instructions to two nominal apprentices to go shopping and so on.

As the days went by, Zhang Deming gradually became the background of Xianqin Garden. Many people who often came to the sea of ​​flowers to listen to the piano got used to Zhang Deming's presence and gradually faded away from him.

Zhang Deming seems to be a very ordinary person. He lives a simple life with peace of mind and lives a very ordinary life.

And the imaginary troubles did not come. It seemed that everyone had forgotten his existence, that he occupied Xia Yun Residence, and that he lived in Xianqin Garden.

Even Lan Fuyao and Zhang Deming have nothing to do with each other in their daily lives. They are just like neighbors in the city, living alone and not disturbing each other.

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Time flies, and it’s half a year again.

It's been July since I came to Quanqing Temple, and it's been June since I took Li Baihe's order to make the utensils. It's been half a year.

Zhang Deming estimated that the time was almost up, and turned over his hand to find his command talisman. With the activation of the illusion store function, Zhang Deming's surroundings began to be surrounded by illusory light, gradually turning from illusion to reality.

Slowly, the surrounding turned into a living room, and Zhang Deming was sitting in the living room at the moment.

Within a moment, opposite Zhang Deming, Li Baihe's figure was quickly outlined from scratch.

The other party looked at Zhang Deming, with some expectation, and went straight to the point: "But the tool was successfully made?"

Zhang Deming responded to the other party with a smile and said: "Our Li family's special ring device has to be said to be much more difficult than I thought."

As he spoke, Zhang Deming raised his hand, and a fiery red ring floated out from beside Zhang Deming. The ring was the size of a bracelet, hot and red.

The entire ring was full of agility. After being released by Zhang Deming, it revolved around Zhang Deming with a bit of joy.

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