Code Farmer Cultivation

But Zhang Deming did not hesitate, facing Guan Zhenzhen who had just taken a breath, and rushed over again.

Guan Zhenzhen's face was pale at the moment, and she was already at the limit. Facing Zhang Deming who was rushing over, she said hastily: "Old ghost, if you don't make a move again, don't blame me for turning your back on me!"

Guan Zhenzhen's words made Zhang Deming's complexion suddenly change. The reason why he was so eager to make a quick decision was that he had a terrible guess.

Now Guan Zhenzhen's words seem to confirm this guess.

"Oh...these ones are really useless!"

A faint exclamation came from the void, the voice was old and interfering, as harsh as iron scraping on metal.

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Half a month ago, Huayue City Huayue Academy underground.

I don't know when it started underground in Huayue Academy, and there was an underground room. Even the dean of Huayue Academy didn't know about it.

There are many rooms, one of which looks a bit like a dungeon, the kind of prison cell in ancient times.

But the layout is not that the detention room is not arranged, but the interrogation room is arranged.

In the huge room, there are three huge log crosses, on which the last person is nailed.

That's right, it's not tied or nailed!

The limbs and chests of the three were pierced by a pitch-black nail and nailed to a log cross.

Especially the black nail on the chest is not only huge, but also has a faint black mist lingering in it, as if a ghost is screaming and struggling inside.

The three of them were nailed, blood dripped down the black nails, fell to the ground, and then flowed back to the log post, soaked in, and then flowed back into the body through the black nails on the log.

Such a cycle made the three of them extremely weak, but they were still hanging on their breaths. In addition, all three of them were in the overhaul of Liangyi, so they couldn't die for a while, or even for a few months.

The combination of the three is also even interesting.

A young monk with a bald head, but no monk's robes, wearing ordinary peasant clothes.

One is a young man in a Confucian shirt. He should be a person with a bit of elegance in his chicness, but because of his embarrassed appearance at the moment, he can't see the elegance in it, but the elegance is still there.

The last one is a middle-aged man, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, who looks like a fortune teller, holding a plaque, walking on the street to cheat money.

The three of them were hung like this, even though their breath was so weak, they still showed a bit of arrogance, including the last fortune teller.

At this time, the door of the room opened suddenly, and Guan Zhenzhen's face that turned all living beings upside down appeared outside the door.

The three of them looked at that face, and a rare flash of hatred flashed in their eyes, including the little monk in coarse clothes.

Guan Zhenzhen walked into the room, looked at the three people, and said, "Have the three seniors made up their minds, will they help or not?"

The young monk Huineng said indifferently, "Master Guan, you should give up your heart. It is impossible for this little monk to make a wish for you in this life."

Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, also took a look at Guan Zhenzhen, and said, "It's impossible for you to ask me to make such a hexagram."

Nan Gongcheng, a young man in Confucian clothes, smiled slightly, and said in a frivolous and frivolous way: "I don't care, why don't you stay with me for a night, and I will think about it?"

Guan Zhenzhen heard the words, looked at the young man in Confucian shirt Nangong Cheng, and said with winking eyes like silk: "I really want to, what kind of taste is the spirit of monk Liangyi, I really have never tasted it.

It's a pity, Academician Qinglian, what you practice is the song of righteousness in the world. Your righteousness will last forever in your chest, and you will keep your original heart forever.

I really don't want to, I haven't tasted the taste of the spirit, and I can't hold it anymore, so I let it out first, and instead became the pink skull in your book, and the concubine Ji in your pen, that would really lose my wife and lose my army!

Besides, the three of you are of great use to the old ghost, so you really dare not make it into a real ghost under your skirt at will! "

Rushan Nangongcheng smiled and said, "You don't even want to sleep with me, but you still want the old man's writing? Do you know how valuable the old man's writing is?"

"Hehe...Academician Qinglian, you don't want money!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

Rushan Nangong Cheng cracked his lips and said, "I'll wait!"

Guan Zhenzhen clapped his hands with an evil smile, and a few disciples came in outside the door, two pushing a wooden horse, and one pulling two very strong men.

After the three disciples brought the things in, they quietly took two steps back and stood there with their heads bowed.

Guan Zhenzhen came to the wooden horse at this time, gently stroked the wooden horse, and said: "For the sake of the three, Zhenzhen went out this time, but it took a lot of effort.

Originally, the integrity of the three of them made Zhenzhen really admire them. They could do their best and never bow their heads. Zhenzhen hadn't seen many monks in these years.

This soul nail is suffering from the pain of the soul, the three of them can still look normal, there is really nothing they can do about it.

But it is also luck, when passing through a mortal town, I accidentally saw an interesting scene in a fence.

This scene gave Zhenzhen a lot of inspiration.

So Zhenzhen came back specially, called a disciple of Baifengyuan, and built this thing for Zhenzhen.Three seniors, do you know what this thing is called? "

Guan Zhenzhen stroked the wooden horse with pity, especially the special bump on the wooden horse's back.

The three of them looked up at the wooden horse feebly after hearing the words, and they could tell at a glance that this thing was just a one-star magic weapon, and its manufacture was quite rough.

The little monk Huineng and Taoist Hua Zhengyu didn't care, but Nangong Cheng, who had always been the most unrestrained man, looked at the wooden horse, especially when he saw the bulge on the wooden horse's back, and his expression suddenly changed.

It was the first time Guan Zhenzhen saw Rushan Nangong Cheng's face changed, she suddenly bit her lips shyly, and said shyly: "I hate it, academician Qinglian, how do you even know this, I have spent a lot of thought. "

Rushan Nangongcheng didn't reply as freely as before, nor did he say any sarcasm, but his expression was extremely gloomy.

Guan Zhenzhen twitched a bit, and then came to the other side, where there were two very strong men.

Their whole bodies are muscular like bodybuilders, their wheat-colored skin is slightly darker yellow, and they only wear a pair of underpants, as if they have been touched with a layer of essential oil, and they glow slightly.

The only fly in the ointment is that at this moment, the two of them are wearing a collar around their necks, and their eyes are a little dull.

Guan Zhenzhen stepped forward, stretched out her slender hands, and caressed the skin of the two of them pitifully, especially on their strong chests, and lingered for a long time.

After a while, she looked at the three of them again and said, "Do you know what they do?

Zhenzhen can remind you, they are also really harvested in that hook! "

Huineng, a young monk in rough clothes, and Hua Zhengyu, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, didn't pay much attention to them at first.

But seeing Rushan Nangong Cheng who had never changed his expression at this moment, his expression became more and more gloomy. Both of them frowned, and looked at Guan Zhenzhen coldly without saying a word.

Guan Zhenzhen looked at Rushan Nangongcheng with surprise, and said, "Academician Qinglian, do you even know this?

It seems that it is really not enough to really understand the books of Huayue Academy!

Hmm... The two seniors probably don't know about it, or Academician Qinglian, tell them about it? "

Confucian Shan Nangong Cheng had a gloomy face and did not speak.

Guan Zhenzhen didn't care at all, or didn't expect the other party to reply, she paused, and while stroking the man beside her, she said:

"They, in the mortal world, are dedicated to accompanying guests, just like the women in Goulan. But, they are not only accompanying women."

The little monk Huineng frowned and showed doubts when he heard the words, but Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe suddenly thought of something, his ordinary and powerless eyes suddenly widened, and his lips trembled as he stared at Guan Zhenzhen.

At this moment, Guan Zhenzhen seemed to be a real devil in his eyes.

"Heck... It seems that Daoist Hua has also thought of it, alas, the lives of the two seniors are really colorful!"

She smiled shyly, and suddenly changed the subject and continued: "Because it was interesting, I went to ask the mother in the hook bar, about those...

Hmm... How can a scholar with backbone get him to speak?Guess how the 'mother' answered me? "

She paused, looked at Confucian shirt Nangong Cheng, and continued: "People say that there is no such thing as a scholar's backbone who can sit still, as long as the 'appetite' is right, the steel and iron bones can be turned into soft fingers. .

I think, it's really like this, the three seniors are not satisfied, I think it's not the right 'appetite'.

So I really brought these two people here, I don't know which one of the three seniors should I choose?

Do you want to 'ride a horse'?Or do you want to be 'rided'? "

The three of them heard the words, the young monk Huineng was still a little puzzled, the middle-aged Hua Zhengyu in Taoist robes had his eyes wide open and his lips trembled, and the young man in Confucian shirt Nan Gongcheng looked gloomy and remained silent.

"Don't you choose? Then really, I will choose for the three seniors.

Of course seniors, don't worry, you won't be allowed to come together, come one by one, the rest of the seniors can appreciate its majesty!This first one, who will come? "

Guan Zhenzhen paused, looking at the three of them, Rushan Nangong Cheng had a gloomy face, avoiding Guan Zhenzhen's eyes for the first time.

Taoist robe Hua Zhengyu directly turned his head away, only the young monk Huineng watched the sudden change with frowns.

Seeing this, Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile: "In this case, let Master Huineng go first. With the master's talent, you should have never ridden a horse before, right? Let's let Master ride a horse today!"

After saying that, Guan Zhenzhen waved his hand, and the black nails on the little monk's body instantly turned into black smoke and merged into his body, and the bleeding wounds stopped instantly.

The young monk Huineng collapsed from the wooden cross, weak all over.

"Take off!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a cold smile.

Behind her, the three disciples who had been bowing their heads, two of them stepped forward, came to the little monk Huineng, set him up, and the third directly reached out and took off the little monk's pants.

The little monk Hui Neng was erected and fiddled with. He closed his eyes and began to chant sutras lightly: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he can see that the five aggregates are all empty, and he can overcome all hardships. Sheriputra..."

Guan Zhenzhen has seen the scene of Huineng's unchanging reaction in the face of the coming torture like this countless times, and her eyes are shining with excitement, looking forward to it will be different later!

After a while, the little monk Huineng had all his pants stripped off. Guan Zhenzhen took a look and raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Huineng has a lot of money. It's a pity to be a monk."

The little monk Hui Neng recited scriptures silently and ignored her.

Guan Zhenzhen said: "Put it on, let Senior Huineng experience the joy of riding a horse."

After Guan Zhen’s words, the three disciples set up the little monk who had stripped off his trousers, came to the wooden horse, put the little monk on the wooden horse, and then sat down facing the bulge.

The young monk Huineng, who was originally weak and limp, chanted sutras with his eyes closed, and let him be manipulated. The moment he was manipulated to sit on the sutras, the movement of chanting sutras stopped, and the muscles in his weak body tensed up. .

"Oh, it seems that Senior Huineng's appetite is really different. Is this the feeling?" Guan Zhenzhen had a wicked smile.

After saying that, she waved her hand, and the stationary wooden horse began to rock back and forth, and the three disciples carefully supported the little monk to maintain the position.

Huineng who was shaking, his catalog was about to split, his teeth were clenched, and he recited the scriptures again in a moment.

After a long time, Guan Zhenzhen, who was still smiling, gradually turned gloomy.

"Change!" Guan Zhen said coldly.

The wooden horse stopped, and Huineng was hung on the cross again, but with his back facing the crowd, and then a disciple took off the collar of a man with dull eyes, and the man regained consciousness in an instant.

After he came back to his senses, he didn't panic at all. To be precise, he just looked at Guan Zhenzhen stupidly.

Guan Zhenzhen smiled at him and said, "Take good care of our Master Huineng."

"Okay, really!" the man said stupidly.

Immediately, he came to Huineng's cross. Huineng should have understood the next development at this moment. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said, "Young monk, let me wish you well."

Between the words, there was a little crying sound.

Guan Zhenzhen paused, waved his hand silently, the man retreated, and the three disciples quickly took out a set of clean clothes, put them on for the young monk, and took them out.

Guan Zhenzhen looked at the remaining two people and said, "Then which senior will come next?"

Under Guan Zhenzhen's gaze, both of them averted their eyes.

"In that case, academician Qinglian, come here!" Guan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

Rushan Nangongcheng heard the words, closed his eyes, and said quietly for a long time: "Oh... I wrote this word, I don't need money to write this word!"

After saying these words, Nangong Cheng's whole temperament changed, as if something was broken.

"You!!! Do you think that I dare not let you sit on it and try!" Guan Zhenzhen's expression turned extremely gloomy in an instant, pointing at the wooden horse and saying, no wonder she is so angry. There are two levels of scholars.

Nangong Cheng raised his head, and said with a late and sad face: "This old man has been banned in all his cultivation bases, and he can't do it even if he destroys himself. Do you think this old man did it on purpose?

This old man's writing courage is what he cultivated, you have to break it.

The old man reluctantly agreed, and you are still not satisfied, so what do you want the old man? "

Guan Zhenzhen looked at the gloomy face of the young man in Confucian shirts, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, but she believed it a little.

After all, this soul lock nail was given by that old ghost, so there shouldn't be any accidents.

She was silent for a long time, with a gloomy face, looked at the middle-aged man in Taoist robes, and said, "Where is Taoist Master Hua?"

Hua Zhengyu in the Taoist robe looked at Nangong Cheng with a gloomy face, then at Guan Zhenzhen, and said, "Alas... the old Taoist confesses, this is the old way's death!"

Guan Zhenzhen, who received an affirmative answer, did not continue to embarrass the two of them. He gave Nangong Cheng a cold look, and with a wave of his hand, all the black nails on the two of them melted into their bodies.

She turned around and went straight out.

She went out on the front foot, and several disciples came in on the back foot, and silently lifted the two people who were limp on the ground, and carried them into a room respectively. Clean clothes and hot water had already been prepared in the room.

After putting the two inside separately, the disciple began to take off Nangong Cheng's clothes.

Nangong Cheng paused, looked at the disciple beside him, and said with a psychological shadow, "Give me another boy."

The two disciples paused for a while without saying a word, one supported him and the other hurried down.

In a short while, the disciple brought back four boys, all four were very cute boys, but the gray eyes lost their proper brilliance, leaving only haggard and numb, which was extremely unsuitable for their age.