Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 732 Horror

After checking the surroundings, Zhang Deming floated up again, and floated towards the edge of the only space with mountains in the secret realm, which seemed to be the core area of ​​the secret realm.

During this process, his eyes flashed with light, and his perception expanded to its limit. When Zhang Deming was approaching his destination, the entire secret realm was almost scanned by Zhang Deming.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time, but the age of these spiritual materials shows that this should not be the case.

Such a contradiction made Zhang Deming frown and drift towards the mountain area.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain at the edge of the secret realm, Zhang Deming was slightly startled because he sensed that a simple courtyard appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Which family is it really a secret place?"

Zhang Deming's thoughts flickered. Considering that he had conducted a large-scale search before, if he really had an expert, he would have sensed it a long time ago.

Moreover, the movement he made here was so loud, and the secret realm was not big, so if there was someone, he would have noticed it long ago even when he was in retreat.

With all these thoughts in his mind, he hesitated for a moment, then floated directly towards the courtyard without doing anything to hide.

As Zhang Deming entered, the courtyard gradually appeared in front of him. At the foot of a small mountain, there was a nice lake. The lake's spiritual energy was extremely rich, and it turned out to be a four-star spiritual lake.

No, it should be from Lingquan, but because no one used it for who knows how many years, it gradually evolved into Linghu Lake. And the environment here can have such rich spiritual power, and all the credit comes from there.

The yard is not big, and it looks like it was built casually. It was built on the edge of the lake. Half of the house is on the shore and half of the house is on the water. It seems that the original owner is a very thoughtful and elegant person.

But the architectural style of the house is a bit strange, or is it crude?

No, rough is not accurate. For such an elegant foundation selection, rough is not the right word to describe it. Well, it should be rough.

The entire courtyard gives Zhang Deming an ancient and wild feeling, just like modern people entering an ancient palace. The palace is obviously very luxurious, but the sense of age is clearly visible.

The yard looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time and was a little dusty, but it was not dilapidated or abandoned, as if there was a caretaker who was very lazy and didn't clean much at all.

Zhang Deming floated to the yard. Because he didn't notice any formation or even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, he directly let go of his perception and scanned the room. It seemed that there was no one inside?

With exploration in mind, Zhang Deming floated into the yard with full vigilance. The layout of the courtyard is somewhat like a courtyard house, but the style is completely different.

The whole should be condensed by magic, but Zhang Deming can't feel the traces of single-point carvings. It is completely natural, as if the yard grew out of the ground, as it should be, just like a tree.

The house on the shore of the lake on the left consists of several wing rooms, a kitchen and a master bedroom. The original owner seemed to have left suddenly and did not do much to clean up the place.

Judging from these vague traces, there should have been two people living here, a man and a woman, living a secluded married life.

Well, of course it could be two men or two women, but the probability is slim.

Zhang Deming walked around the left side, and after coming to this conclusion, he floated towards the lake on the right. The house on the right is significantly different from the one on the left.

Although Zhang Deming doesn't know the material, if the houses on the shore are brick and stone houses, then the half of the houses on the lake are wooden houses.

Therefore, even if the architectural style is the same, there is an obvious sense of fragmentation. The moment Zhang Deming stepped into the courtyard on the right, he understood the difference.

The house on the left bank should be the living area. The layout and traces are full of tackiness. On the water side, it should be the Xiaoyao area, or leisure area, which is very elegant.

Because the first room Zhang Deming entered was a Qinshi teahouse-like place. The house is not big, with windows on the left and right.

In front of the window on the left near the shore, there is an ordinary guqin, and in front of the window on the right is a window seat similar to a kang, with a small chess table on it. There was still an unfinished game on the chess table, and the lake was right outside the window.

Looking at this layout, Zhang Deming suddenly had a few scenes emerge in his mind.

A couple like a couple of gods lived a secluded life here, playing the piano and talking about Taoism every day, and occasionally played two games of chess in front of the window.

At this time, a gentle breeze blows slowly from the lake, with a little ripples, breaks into the window of the two of them, lingers beside them, and is reluctant to leave.

The two people playing chess looked at each other and smiled, playing in silence for a while, obviously without a word, but without any embarrassment. It was so natural, such an elegant and unrestrained scene!

Zhang Deming shook his head and threw away the picture that appeared inexplicably in his mind. He felt sour if he thought about it any more.

After that, there are several rooms in a row, all of which are various elegant rooms. When Zhang Deming came to the edge, closest to the center of the lake, he found that this was the largest room in the courtyard on the right, measuring sixty or seventy square meters.

This is a study room, which is very elegantly decorated. There are several wooden windows on the outside near the lake.

What is confusing is that what is outside the window is not a lake, but a ferry-like platform, just like a small open-air balcony on the lake, or a very wide ferry.

The house is divided into two areas from the entrance. On one side is the study layout, with three-dimensional bookshelves standing against the wall and a huge desk in front.

The other side looks like some decorations, with a lot of weapons hanging on the wall. But there are four scroll paintings hanging in the middle. Without these paintings, it would look like half a weapons house, even though the weapons are quite pleasing to the eye.

But with this painting, the surrounding weapons serve as foils for them. They should be the decoration of the study, right?

Zhang Deming looked around first and came to the bookshelf. He looked at the bookshelf full of books in surprise. You know, judging from every trace, this place has underestimated him for ten thousand or twenty thousand years.

Zhang Deming was excited and carefully reached out, intending to take out a book and take a look.

But the moment Zhang Deming stretched out his hand, his whole body froze. His hand passed directly through the books, and what he touched was the bare bookshelf.

"phantom?"

"wrong!"

Zhang Deming was very sure that there were indeed books on the bookshelf, but Zhang Deming could not access them. What surprised him most was that during this process, he still did not feel any fluctuations in spiritual power.

It was as if... it was as if the rules stipulated that he could not retrieve the book, just like mortals could not grasp the light, but light did exist.

From the moment he came to the courtyard, Zhang Deming felt that everything here was weird and ancient. Now this situation made Zhang Deming completely sure that the couple who originally lived here should be people with astonishing cultivation levels, at least far superior to the current Zhang Deming. Deming.

Looking at the books on the bookshelf, I tried to grab several books and tried various methods, but they had no effect at all, and there was not even any fluctuation in spiritual power. Zhang Deming had no choice but to temporarily give up his futile move.

Floating to the other side of the room, the weapons hanging on the wall seemed to be ordinary weapons. Zhang Deming reached out carefully again, and this time he took it off without any surprise.

But holding the long sword in his hand, Zhang Deming looked at it for a long time. Even with his current knowledge of weapon refining and spiritual eye detection, he didn't seem to see any problems. The thing in front of him was just an ordinary piece of iron.

With a slight frown on his brow, he scanned half of the wall and selected several items to check, but found nothing.

In the end, Zhang Deming turned his attention to the middle of the wall. The four scrolls hanging on the wall are the same as the bookshelf on the opposite side. The four paintings here seem to be the main body here. The swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging around are just for decoration.

The four paintings are all scroll paintings, and the style seems to be the same. But Zhang Deming frowned when he looked at the contents of the four paintings.

It's not that the painting is so complicated and difficult to understand. On the contrary, the painting is very simple and can be said to be clear at a glance.

There is only one sword in each painting, and there is no other scenery. On the four paintings, there are four swords.

The first sword is a wide sword, the blade is very ferocious, with fangs and spikes all over, it even looks a bit like a strange knife. For no reason, Zhang Deming knew it was a magic sword.

The second sword is even more strange, it is a dragon sword, with the dragon tail as the tip, the dragon head as the handle, and the body of the sword is covered with dragon scales. There is no reason again, Zhang Deming knows that this painting is a demon sword.

The third sword was completely broken. Except for the hilt, it was all fragments scattered all over the scroll, but the layout was a bit strange.

It's like... just like the fragments of these paintings are slowly reuniting and becoming complete again. Now it has converged to a certain extent, so that although it looks scattered, it is generally in the shape of a long strip, and it can barely be seen that it is a strange sword.

Zhang Deming subconsciously looked at this painting a few more times, not because it was weird enough, but because it was inexplicably familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it before, but his mental strength flickered, and he searched the entire memory, but Zhang Deming couldn't find the target.

When Zhang Deming, who had no results, looked at the last painting, he was stunned.

"Is this... the ancient Spiritual Treasure Xuanyuan Holy Sword?"

Following Zhang Deming's words, as if some rules were triggered, a string of words quietly appeared in the lower right corner of the four scrolls.

As before, there was still no fluctuation of spiritual power, as if the sun came out, and the sun would naturally change in a regular way. But compared to this strange phenomenon, Zhang Deming fell into a daze as he looked at the words that emerged.

‘The heart is dead and the whip is broken, bearing the will of all people! '

——

Xuanyuan

Zhang Deming looked at the text in the lower right corner, feeling a little dazed. Is it really the ancient holy sword of humanity: Xuanyuan Sword?

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Deming immediately turned his head and looked at the third scroll of Broken Sword that made him feel weird.

‘If the heart is dead and the whip is broken, it should be robbed and become a weapon! '

——

Meteor God

Looking at the four words 'so-called Meteor God', Zhang Deming finally knew where the familiarity came from. Isn't this Nima... the snake-bone sword transformed by Li Shifan?

It's just that the appearance of Li Shifan's transformed sword is a little different from this broken sword. It may be that Li Shifan has not yet completed it, or it may be that this one has not been assembled yet.

So the four paintings are all of the same level? Even the same origin?

While thinking, Zhang Deming looked at the first and second paintings.

'When the heart dies and the whip breaks, it is the right fate to destroy the devil! '

——

call it extermination

‘When the heart is dead and the whip is broken, it can kill all the monsters in the world! '

——

so-called demon slaying

Sure enough, there are really four strange swords, and looking at the information, maybe they have some stories. Then this painting...

Thinking of this, Zhang Deming's eyes began to flicker, but he didn't get anything for a long time.

Although he is not reconciled, he also knows that even if there is any mystery in this painting, he cannot see it now. But... it doesn't matter if you can't see through it, you can read it slowly!

While thinking, Zhang Deming took a step forward, intending to take down the picture of the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him.

"Little guy, I advise you not to move casually!"

Zhang Deming, who was just about to pick up the painting, froze in place, feeling extremely terrified. Before entering the yard, he made sure more than once that there was no one here.

After entering the room, he has been using his perception with all his strength, and he didn't feel the slightest trace of someone. Even now, Zhang Deming doesn't feel like anyone is there anymore.

But... if no one is there, how did the voice behind him come out?

Zhang Deming's whole body froze for a moment, and then he turned around slowly while his whole body tensed. Seeing this, he was even more surprised, even horrified.

In the center of the wall on the right side of the original room, at some point, a wide door appeared on the wall, and outside the door was the open-air balcony on the lake that Zhang Deming thought the layout was rather strange.

Now that this door has appeared, everything is not surprising, on the contrary, it is completely natural, as it should be.

At this moment, outside the room, on the edge of the terrace balcony like a ferry, an old man with white beard and hair is sitting there.

The old man turned sideways, leaning his back against a wooden stake on the edge of the balcony, one foot fell into the lake, and the other foot stood bent. There was also a fishing rod tail in the pocket, which seemed to be hanging down.

With such a kind expression on his face, the old man tilted his head and looked at Zhang Deming.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming felt a little stiff. The door and the old man, Zhang Deming was very sure that there were none when he observed just now.

Now it suddenly appeared, and he didn't even know when it appeared. And even if he saw it, it didn't seem to exist in his perception!

If it's just these things, Zhang Deming can barely maintain his composure. He has seen a lot of old monsters, so he already has some knowledge, doesn't he?

It wouldn't be as cold as it is now, and the whole person dared not move. The whole body stood still like a sculpture, with a completely frightened expression.

The root cause of Zhang Deming's reaction, which can even be described as panic, is... Zhang Deming has seen the old man's face before, and he saw it in the photo.

It's not an ordinary photo, the kind with an extremely deep memory.

It was when he was looking for materials for the promotion of the five elements, when he was chased and killed by the charming fox demon soul of the Liuhe period, he broke into a strange place, and saw it when he experienced the transformation of the Fengshen Festival!

(End of chapter)