Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 822 The miserable Vine clan

In his previous life, Zhang Deming knew that such a wild place would definitely be popular and world-famous.

Those who are looking for excitement, those who want to play with foreign races, those who are looking forward to some wonderful encounters, in short, both normal and abnormal people definitely want to come and have a good time.

But Hongmeng...should, probably be despised!

For Hongmeng monks, keeping one's heart pure and having few desires, cultivating one's moral character and character are not just words. What they thought was false and serious in the previous life is actually the original cultivation of most people here.

Many major cultivators really can't see this kind of "stimulation" and will feel filthy. Those who are wild and wild will not be thought of as rough and heroic, but they will probably be thought of as a group of uncivilized beasts!

Not to mention here, even the American emperor in the previous life would probably be unsightly in the eyes of experts like Hongmeng who cultivate their moral character!

Therefore, there is still a big gap in the humanities of Hongmeng. But Zhang Deming feels that this city is quite interesting. It’s good to come here to relax and see new scenery once in a while. Well, just to see the scenery!

"You really don't hate it here?" Shen Lingjun sensed Zhang Deming's mood and asked curiously.

"Why hate it? I think it's pretty good!" Zhang Deming replied while browsing with interest.

"Very good? Huo, in so many years, you are the first Liuhe human race major cultivator who has come here without a bad face. And you have given such a high evaluation." Shen Lingjun replied, the disdain for Ten Thousand Monsters City in his words was gone. A bit smaller.

Zhang Deming smiled and said: "Aren't you Beast Race honest? Do you still care about these comments?"

"Haha!" Shen Lingjun smiled and did not reply.

At this time, Zhang Deming stopped moving forward and looked back towards the back of the road.

At this moment, at the intersection of the street where he was, there was a group of strangely dressed and uneven-looking people, eh, dryads? poured in.

If Zhang Deming understood correctly, this group of people seemed to be coming for him.

"Your Majesty, you are back! It's been eighty years. You haven't returned to your clan for eighty years. The little ones thought you didn't want us anymore!..."

When Zhang Deming was confused, an ugly weirdo with a flower on his head and two dry brown vines on his arms suddenly knelt in front of Zhang Deming, hugged his legs, and cried with runny nose.

Zhang Deming: "······"

Suddenly encountering such a strange person, Zhang Deming froze. Because he was not sure about the situation, he did not rashly avoid it!

"Isn't this one of your subordinates?" Zhang Deming looked at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, hugging his legs and crying.

There was a group of strange creatures kneeling behind him, some of them were stunned, some were crying, and the corners of their mouths could not help but twitch.

"Yes!" Shen Lingjun replied calmly, and then a stream of information came to Zhang Deming. When Zhang Deming came into contact, he found that it was a lot of memory information.

"If it's not too much trouble, please help me visit the clan. The Jade Vine clan... I am the only Great Saint. I haven't returned to the clan much in the past thousand years. It must be really difficult for me under the oppression of the monsters."

After processing the information in his mind and listening to Shen Lingjun's words, Zhang Deming really had the urge to roll his eyes. He suddenly realized that this Shen Lingjun was really not a qualified Beast King. He was already very seductive!

He is probably a typical person who has been among the human race for a long time and has been greatly invaded by culture. He already subconsciously disliked the Beast Race and became close to the human race. Along the way, Zhang Deming clearly felt it.

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After a moment, Zhang Deming sorted out the information, his face became a little dark, and in a divine voice, he looked at the strange flower at his feet and sighed: "It's Bai Teng. It must have been difficult these years when I was gone. It's been really hard." Got you!"

The strange wood demon who was holding his legs and crying heard this, trembled a little, looked up at Zhang Deming and said, "Bai Teng is not bitter, I wish you could come back!"

Zhang Deming looked around at the people kneeling in front of him. Some looked at him indifferently, some lowered their heads sadly and were speechless, and some looked expectantly.

He was silent for a moment, looked around at the crowd watching the fun, and said: "Let's go back to the clan and have a look. Don't let others see our Vine clan's jokes."

"Okay, okay, Hui Clan, Hui Clan, please come this way!" The strange man named Bai Teng stood up excitedly and led Zhang Deming towards a corner of the city. The remaining Great Monsters of the Vine Clan followed silently one by one. .

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In this way, Zhang Deming was led by him, twisting and turning, to a dark corner at the edge of Ten Thousand Demons City, and then stopped.

In the corner, there is a dilapidated street, like a slum.

Probably knowing that Zhang Deming was back, people from the whole street came out and looked at him with different expressions at the street corner.

It was completely different from what Zhang Deming thought, because this group of people... were just like refugees fleeing for their lives. Not only were they strangely shaped, they were all dressed in tattered beggars' clothes.

No, even if you say beggar costumes are too high, they are just some rags. Looking at the miserable streets of the Teng tribe in front of him, Zhang Deming didn't know how to complain.

Isn't this a bit too miserable, looking more evil than a slum?

After all, there is a Liuhe Beast King, this bastard...

Originally, the entire Beast Race was a fringe race in the City of Ten Thousand Monsters. After all, it was too difficult for them to gain wisdom, and their population was already sparse.

Moreover, each body is an extremely precious tonic to both monsters and humans.

Because of this, for many Beast Races, the City of Ten Thousand Monsters is a place that can be entered or not, but for the grass and tree monsters, it is the safest place.

Although life here is unsatisfactory, it is better to be miserable than to worry about being eaten or caught by others, bleeding and chewing meat every day.

In addition, it looks big here, but compared to the entire Hengduan Mountains, it seems not big, and the space is completely insufficient.

The entire vegetation belongs to the Beast Race, and its status is not high to begin with. The Vine tribe is an even smaller branch. If Shen Lingjun was not a Great Saint, and the Great Saint is still alive, it would probably be even worse. It would not even be qualified to own a large-scale racial street.

Probably because of this, many Vine people yearn for human cities. The tragic childhood experiences of most plant monsters, coupled with their gentle nature, have destined them to hope to survive in a civilized world and to hate the barbaric world.

If it weren't for all of this, it would be impossible for Shenlingjun, as the majestic Great Monster King of Liuhe, to hate Beast Race.

Along the way, Zhang Deming saw many strange tree people and many miserable children, just like refugees, hiding in this wooden house-style street and rarely setting foot on the street outside.

(End of chapter)