Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 547 Injured

As the vines grow, countless capillary-like blood vines slowly extend inside the transparent ice.

After a long time, under Zhang Deming's careful control, the bloodshot roots of the vine were extended into the body of the demon python without breaking the seal. The blood vessels converged and extended from the injured body surface of the monster python.

As soon as it extended in, the vine that had only a seedling outside the ice grew rapidly, and a vine was born.

As the vines swayed, four blastocysts emerged from the vines, one golden, three red, and three different shades of red.

After the three blastocysts appeared, the entire block of solid ice began to shake. Even in the backyard, the struggle of the monster python made the place seem a little small.

However, in the case of multiple restrictions, the struggle of this monster python seemed very weak. As the blastocyst on the vine continued to grow, the struggle of the monster python gradually weakened and gradually lost its sound.

"Crack..."

With the death of the demon python, the ice began to break spontaneously, and the four blastocysts on the vines were already mature.

Zhang Deming looked at the four blastocysts. The golden ones were only the size of mung beans, but they were brilliant and surrounded by a faint halo.

"hold head high······"

The moment Zhang Deming reached out his senses, he felt a surge of dragon power.

Flood Dragon blood?

Still so pure?

Direct descendant? In other words, there are still demon dragons in the Liuhe stage in the secret realm?

In his thoughts, Zhang Deming put away the golden blastocyst. There were too few materials to do anything. The remaining three blastocysts were all blood red, with some inconsistent color shades.

The largest one is the size of an egg and is of the bloodline of an ordinary demon python. The one in the middle is the size of a pigeon egg. This is the biggest gain, the bloodline of the Fire Snake.

Snakes and dragons are creatures of the same level. Although this bloodline is not much at present, it should be enough to add materials for making some things!

After looking at it for a long time, Zhang Deming finally looked at the last one. This blood sac is smaller than a mung bean and bright red in color. It is the most blood-like one among the four blastocysts.

But the aura was a bit inexplicable, and Zhang Deming didn't feel any special bloodline. After checking for a moment, Zhang Deming couldn't see any reason, so he had to put it together with the other bloodlines and put them all away.

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In the days that followed, Zhang Deming began to retreat, taking orders from time to time to refine weapons and make some contributions.

His cultivation has entered a period of rapid advancement. He has been consuming spiritual stones, and his Taoist body is practicing as if in seclusion.

Fast forward to three months, and he had gained more than 200 million experience points. However, as the spiritual pressure on the Tao body decreased, the speed became slower and slower. Of course, this slowness is relative.

On this day, Zhang Deming, who was taking care of flowers and plants every day, was suddenly startled. He frowned and looked at the sky, only to see a stream of light flying towards him. The flow of light was quite rapid, which made Zhang Deming a little stunned.

After arriving in front of Zhang Deming, the light floated down. At this moment, Lan Fuyao had holes in many places on his body, and there were obviously dried blood scabs on the ears on both sides of his cheeks, and he looked unusually embarrassed.

Zhang Deming looked at Lan Fuyao, who had always been full of fairy spirit. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Uncle Fuyao, are you...?"

Lan Fuyao swayed when she heard this. Zhang Deming immediately waved his hand and held her up with a cane. Then he quickly stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, how did you end up like this?"

Lan Fuyao stretched out her hand to hold the vine made by Zhang Deming. She looked at Zhang Deming who came forward and was about to speak, but her face flushed instantly.

"puff······"

A mouthful of blood was spat out uncontrollably, completely changing Zhang Deming's color. If it looked serious before, at this moment Zhang Deming could clearly feel Lan Fuyao's aura like a candle in the wind.

In surprise, a vine appeared in his hand, he looked at Lan Fuyao and said, "Uncle, I'm offended!"

"Don't! I was injured by the cursed Taoist magic, and my condition is getting worse with treatment. Please help me into the courtyard." Lan Fuyao said weakly.

The vines on Zhang Deming's hand stopped there, and then the blood-red vines dissipated. Zhang Deming stepped forward and reached out to support Lan Fuyao. For a moment, he was stunned.

"Geez..."

As he stretched out his hand to touch the other party, a strange chicken crow exploded in his mind. The powerful invasion ability made him stunned.

Then his eyes flashed with dreamy light, and he suppressed the cockcrow in his mind for a moment. He looked at Lan Fuyao in surprise and said, "Uncle, what was that just now?"

"The golden rooster croaks!" Lan Fuyao replied succinctly.

"Among the powerful spells belonging to the twelve zodiac signs, the golden rooster announces the dawn among the rooster and the dog?" Zhang Deming said with a surprised look on his face.

Lan Fuyao nodded weakly and said, "Yes!"

"Isn't this... this technique lost a long time ago? Wait, uncle, have you entered the secret realm?" Zhang Deming remembered Lan Fuyao's words when he left before and asked.

"Well, I should be able to determine the secret realm within the scope of my Qingguan. The one who fell here should be the heavens to which the Six Imperial Beast Control Department belongs.

What I met, if I guessed correctly, should be the Golden Rooster Heaven to which Pleiades belongs! The entire Hongmeng Sacred Land should include most of the Six Heavens. "

While the two of them were talking, they had already entered Lan Fuyao's courtyard.

Zhang Deming has been in Xianqin Garden for nearly ten years and has been a so-called flower gardener for ten years. This is the first time for him to enter Lan Fuyao's yard.

The yard is quite neat and quiet, with not even half a person there, making it seem a bit cold.

"Uncle, why don't you go to the elixir pavilion? Your injury... may be serious!" Zhang Deming helped Lan Fuyao sit down and said with a frown.

"It doesn't matter, I'm very aware of my own condition." Lan Fuyao, who sat down, replied weakly:

"I was too hasty to return to the sect just now, and the people of the sect may have noticed it. You go out and wait. If someone from the law enforcement team comes to ask, just say that I am back.

If any elders come to inquire, just tell them the basic situation of the heavens that I just mentioned. There is no need to say more about the other things I was injured about. "

Hearing this, Zhang Deming frowned a little more, looked at Lan Fuyao, and finally didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them had been together for ten years and already had a tacit understanding. Just as Lan Fuyao never asked him too many questions, he would not ask too many questions at this moment.

He bowed to Lan Fuyao and said: "Uncle, please be careful in healing your wounds, and I won't disturb you. But, uncle, although this disciple is not a professional alchemy cultivator, my surname is Li after all. Your injury..." ··If we don’t pay more attention, we will really lose our roots.”

Lan Fuyao nodded and said: "Go ahead, I know my situation well. Can I still abuse myself?"

Zhang Deming looked at Lan Fuyao, turned around and left.

After Lan Fuyao waited for Zhang Deming to leave, she stood up unsteadily and walked towards the house. As soon as she entered the training room, her face turned even paler. After she waved her hand to open the formation, she couldn't bear it any longer.

His face turned pale again, and he spit out a broken crystal of seven colors. The moment the crystal appeared, his breath flowed, and it turned into an illusive golden rooster, which opened its mouth and crowed.

"Geez..."

After spitting out the crystal, Lan Fuyao's expression became much more relaxed. Although he was still seriously injured, he was no longer unsteady on his feet. As she screamed, a little blood flowed from her ears.

"If you die, just die. Why bother! If you leave in a chic way, you can still leave some wise people behind." She looked at the crystal with an incomprehensible expression and whispered: "Now that the Shinto no longer exists, no matter what back-ups you have left, Go in peace, everyone!"

As she spoke, she hugged her chest, and a colorful long harp with several broken strings appeared in her hand. She hugged the long harp and sat down cross-legged.

The strange aura of the crystal seemed to be pulled into the Changqin after it appeared. It seemed that she planned to use this ruined crystal to reforge the broken Changqin in her hand, her life, Law Weapon.

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After Zhang Deming left Lan Fuyao's courtyard, he frowned and thought about it, why Lan Fuyao didn't go to the Pill Pavilion.

After a while to no avail, he shook his head and stopped worrying. Just as he was about to go back to the flowers and plants, the editing panel in his body jumped slightly for a moment, which was somewhat similar to when he met the crystal bone.

Zhang Deming turned his head in confusion and looked at the small courtyard behind him. His eyes flickered for a moment. He did not choose to go in again. Instead, he continued to the courtyard and continued to do the things he had not finished just now.

But after a moment, Zhang Deming once again felt someone flying towards Xianqin Garden, and this time it wasn't just one person. There are three people in a group, and the leader is a five-element monk.

Although Zhang Deming has never been in contact with him, he has already recorded the information room of Quanqingguan over the years, so he knows this person.

Now the deputy superintendent of the General Law Enforcement Institute of the Qing Dynasty, Jian Mingen is the peak monk of the Five Elements of the Jian family. Zhang Deming didn't pay much attention to the two people following him, they were just two Sancai disciples.

Zhang Deming put down what he was doing and floated towards him. The three of them saw Zhang Deming floating towards him and stopped.

"Disciple Li Zhengkun, I have met Master Ming'en. How come Master has time to come to our Xianqin Cliff? Could it be that disciple accidentally made some mistake?" As he spoke, Zhang Deming saluted Jian Min'en.

Jian Mingen nodded, and the two disciples behind him silently returned the salute.

Jian Mingen's temperament was a little cold, and he was quite upright. He didn't make small talk or use indirect ways. He looked at Zhang Deming and asked directly: "Senior Sister Fuyao is back?"

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "Uncle Fuyao is indeed back. He just entered the courtyard with his front foot. Uncle Ming'en, you are here with your back foot. I wonder if something happened?"

"Mr. Hua gave me a small warning. It seems that the senior sister was seriously injured and returned to the sect very fast. I came to ask about the situation as usual." Jian Mingen said calmly.

Hearing this, Zhang Deming replied: "Thank you very much, Master Ming'en, for caring about me. Master Fuyao has nothing to do with her."

Jian Mingen frowned slightly and said: "Do you mean to ask me to go back? Even if you don't tell me, you are a boy who has your own opinion."

Zhang Deming frowned. Ever since what happened with his promotion, with his current reputation among the top management, even a master uncle of Five Elements shouldn't be like this.

Is this dynamite?

Or has your temper already reached this level?

Zhang Deming pondered for a moment, suddenly became less humble and more indifferent. He glanced at Jian Mingen and said lightly:

"That's what Uncle Fuyao just told me. If you feel dissatisfied with me, Uncle Ming'en, you can just file a complaint with me next time you see Uncle Fuyao.

Or if the disciple fails to do something well one day, the master uncle can just do whatever is convenient for him, and the disciple can just accept it. "

Lan Fuyao didn't even look at him, let alone an unfamiliar Five Elements 'Uncle'. He was not going to accept such inexplicable hostility.

"Heh...are you implying that I need to use public favoritism to cause trouble for your junior generation?" Jian Mingen said with an incomprehensible expression.

"Why, isn't the master using his status to oppress the disciple now? The disciple has already made it clear. This is what Master Fuyao told me. Of course, Master Ming'en, if you are not satisfied, you can force your way in!"

Zhang Deming said calmly, although he likes to work in camps and can build relationships with most people, it does not mean that he has to suffer this kind of inexplicable malice.

If you were a big boss in Liuhe, you might still be patient. Uncle Master of Five Elements, forget it! He is not afraid of any Five Elements cultivators now. He may not be able to beat them all, and there is no problem in running away.

"You have a strong mouth and a lot of thoughts. Even your little tricks have led to the Sacred Land. You can forget it. But you have the surname of Li and are a direct descendant of my Jian family. I don't know what Uncle Li's expression is." Jian Mingen looked at Zhang Deming and said in an inexplicable tone.

Zhang Deming was stunned when he heard this. What do you mean?

In this blessed land of the Qing Dynasty, he has not even been out to Xianqin Cliff many times, and he is not fully familiar with the cliff yet. How can he get involved with Sacred Land and the Jian Family?

Um?

Sacred Land? Sword family?

Could it be... Jian Wuxin?

He wouldn't interpret drinking tea as a hint to him to help him get him to the Sacred Land of Hongmeng, right? !

The problem was that among the three Great Saint lands, the one he least wanted to enter was Hongmeng. After the editing panel changed, he felt that the only one he wanted to avoid was Hongmeng Sacred Land.

But what does this have to do with Jian Mingen? With such a big anger, it seems that the intention is only for him!

As his thoughts flashed, Zhang Deming did not explain anything, and there was no way to explain this matter. He still glanced at Jian Mingen indifferently and said: "Uncle, if you have nothing to do, please come back. Uncle Fuyao just came back today. It's nothing." null."

Jian Mingen, who was sent off directly, paused for a moment, but the expression on his face softened a bit and said: "This temperament is like a disciple of my Jian family, not like someone from the Li family."

Zhang Deming was also a little surprised when he heard this. There seems to be something wrong with this person. He doesn't like nice words and only wants to show off his face. What the hell is wrong with him!

"By the way, Uncle Fuyao confessed that she has roughly figured out the fallen heavens, and that our territory in Hongmeng may belong to the six emperors of Shenting.

If I understand correctly, Liu Yu is the guardian of the divine court. Uncle Fuyao probably wanted him to remind the juniors below to be careful when exploring the secret realm.

The Dao Protector belongs to a group that is already strong, so if anything happens, it should be quite dangerous. "Zhang Deming looked at Jian Ming'en and said while thinking.

(end of this chapter)