Code Farmer Cultivation

Nan Gongcheng, a young man in Confucian shirts, was hugged by Gu Donglin who took a step forward.

Gu Donglin didn't dislike the other party's current state at all, with a sad face, he said sadly: "Qinglian, Master is sorry for you!"

Nangong Cheng's eyes were not dull at all, but very calm, but his eyes were full of ashes and silence.

Hearing this, his ashen-like eyes turned slightly, looked at Gu Donglin and said, "Teacher, Qinglian begs to die quickly!"

"You..." Gu Donglin's face was stiff and he didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, looking at the endless darkness in his disciple's eyes, he suddenly said angrily: "You bastard, my teacher won't allow me to say that again in my life."

At this time, the two paused, and suddenly a golden light shone beside them. They turned their heads, and what they saw was Huineng, who was indifferent and expressionless as a sentient being.

"Ugh……"

Gu Donglin paused, and then let out another faint sigh.

Nangong Cheng's eyes were still ashen, without any emotional fluctuations.

Looking at the disciple, seeing the disciple who was supposed to be unrestrained and unrestrained, with high spirits, now turned into this appearance, the hatred in Gu Donglin's heart was surging.

Immediately afterwards, everyone had a meal in unison, and all turned their heads to look at another corner of the room.

……

After the Taoist robe Hua Zhengyu collapsed to the ground because no one cared, an academician above, seeing that he was not cared for, hesitated for a moment, jumped down, helped him up, and whispered: "Master Hua, you... ..."

How are you? He asked a question, but the academician couldn't get it out.

Among the three, Hua Zhengyu's behavior was the most normal, and also the most distressing, he smiled awkwardly, and said to the academician: "Academician Bai, please help me remove this soul nail. "

Academician Bai paused for a moment, and said, "Master Hua, wait until the dean handles it. I think this soul nail has already been nailed into the depths of the soul, so if you pull it out rashly, it will hurt the soul body and touch the root of the soul." of."

Hua Zhengyu smiled awkwardly again, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little bit of soul damage, it's fine if it hurts a little bit."

Academician Bai was taken aback, looked at Hua Zhengyu's difficult smile, hesitated for a moment, reached out and pulled out the soul nail on his right hand.

Hua Zhengyu's face turned pale, and there was no other reaction, but the faint soul power began to overflow from the wound on his right hand.

Academician Bai's complexion changed, obviously he still underestimated the injury, and wanted to restrain it.

Hua Zhengyu said with a difficult smile again: "Academician Bai, there's no need."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, and with the surge of spiritual power, he took off his hands, feet, and the soul nails on his chest one by one.

The pain that tore his soul only made him look a little pale, without any other expressions.

Watching the other party's movements, Academician Bai's lips twitched, his arms were half-stretched, but he froze there, and finally didn't say a word.

Hua Zhengyu pulled out the soul nail, and the soul overflowed from his whole body. He stood up directly, with his hands spread out, and a huge gossip slowly emerged.

He didn't make any premonition of lies, and didn't think about a single sentence, he just opened his mouth and said: "I use the way of life and death to disappear, my soul flies away, and the true spirit dies to prophesy: ​​my enemy will be a hundred times more painful than me, a thousand times more painful, and bleak!" lifelong."

Academician Bai's complexion changed suddenly, and he said in a terrified voice, "Daoist Hua, think twice..."

But it was obviously too late, the aura of gossip skyrocketed, and slowly rose into the air, getting bigger and bigger.

Hua Zhengyu tilted his head, smiled awkwardly again, looked at the disheveled Nangong Cheng, and said, "Lady Qinglian, the old Taoist will take a step ahead. I hope the old Taoist will keep watching what the old Taoist said today."

Nangong Cheng's ashen eyeballs flickered slightly, and when he turned his head, what he saw was Hua Zhengyu's whole body, disintegrating into aura that filled the sky, pouring into the gossip in the sky.

The gossip flew into the sky, became bigger and weaker, and finally disappeared in the sky.

Nangong Cheng Jiujiu raised his head, looked at the sky, and whispered, "Go all the way!"

Standing by the pit, Zhang Deming lowered his head to take a panoramic view of everything, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

At this moment, he fully felt the cruelty of this world. Even the Liangyi overhaul, everyone ended up like this, let alone a Tai Chi monk like him.

Cultivation is the root of everything!

While sighing, Zhang Deming's expression moved slightly as Monk Huineng's wish was fulfilled. In the warehouse, golden light surged, and he suddenly had three more golden merit light balls.

Looking at the ball of light, Zhang Deming was a little silent. This was the first time he had gained merit for no reason, but he didn't feel any joy.

If it is possible, he does not want this merit, maybe he is hypocritical!When he is hypocritical!

Anyway, he always knew that he was a weird person.

After a long time, Zhang Deming came back to his senses.

Down below, Huineng was already wrapped in a monk's robe, and stood up indifferently, without any emotion.

As for Nangong Cheng, after watching Hua Zhengyu disappear, he asked Gu Donglin to take the soul nail for him, and slowly stood up.

Rejecting Gu Donglin's help, he took off his Confucian shirt and wrapped it around his waist.

Then he said flatly: "Teacher, this disciple has gone down to freshen up."

Gu Donglin stared at Nangong Cheng with a frown, but didn't speak.

Nangong Cheng said flatly: "Don't worry, as long as the teacher refuses, the disciple will never ask for death in this life."

Gu Donglin's expression moved when he heard the words, but he was still a little worried. He turned his head to look at Academician Bai, and said, "Take Qinglian down, and wash up well."

"Understood the dean." Academician Bai replied.

After he finished speaking, Nangong Cheng, who received the answer, immediately floated up, left the Tiankeng, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Gu Donglin watched Nangong Cheng's disappearing figure for a long time before returning to his senses. He floated up, looked at Zhang Deming and said, "I've neglected my little brother."

Zhang Deming replied: "Senior said something like this, but it is a bit frustrating to the younger generation."

Gu Donglin paused, and said: "It's the old man's fault. The old man is a little bit uneasy today, so he will take a step ahead. The matter of the little brother will definitely give a satisfactory result tomorrow."

Zhang Deming nodded when he heard the words, and said: "This junior understands, I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if I'm a day or two late."

Hearing this, Gu Donglin explained to several academicians, and walked in the direction where Nangong Cheng left, still feeling a little worried.

The old monk Fuyuan also jumped up from the bottom of the pit with the indifferent Huineng on his face.

Everyone bowed in unison, Fuyuan and Huineng responded slightly, looked at Zhang Deming and said: "Little benefactor, I have something to do today, so I will excuse you first."

Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Well, Master Fuyuan, you can take care of the rest first, don't worry about me, this junior can just wander around the academy casually today."

Immediately after the two saluted, Fuyuan turned around and left with the priest who had never had a sense of presence, and Huineng.

After several people left, the academicians present took action, and the disciples outside were let in one by one, and began to deal with the matters in the underground palace below.

Some Demon Sect disciples, who should be dealt with, and some boys who still have hope, who should be rescued, went from busy to orderly in a short time.

At this time, an academician stepped forward and said to Zhang Deming: "Friends of Taoism, please, I will take you to the guest room to get your way first, and then you can wander freely in the academy."

Zhang Deming nodded, and followed up.

……

Looking at the structure of Huayue Academy, it should have been similar to the ancient academy in the previous life.

But because of the influence from outside the region, Huayue City seems to have some contacts with outside the region, and the academy is at the forefront of the times.

So here, we can already see a little bit of new wind direction, which is somewhat similar to the formation department of Tianlingmen.

But the formation department is like a campus, and this is a campus.

Hmm...the monk's campus!

Among the elegant schools of various arts, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the representatives. The way of painting is high-minded.And this way of calligraphy often pays attention to purity.

Shu is a great way, and there are many schools, but to be successful, purity is the key, because many schools of calligraphy are based on this word of purity.

Whether it's bohemian, unrestrained, unrestrained, or independent, as long as you keep the purity in your heart, you will have the hope of aspiring to the avenue, otherwise it will be difficult.

The kind of writing is pregnant, the writing is bold, and the writing is hidden in the heart. As long as you maintain that purity, you can achieve some achievements in calligraphy with less talent.

Therefore, Zhang Deming walked all the way, and in this Huayue Academy, he felt the sincerity and the rare innocence that is rare in this world.

Such a place is really rare in this world.

Of course, these disciples who have achieved success in cultivation are not stupid Baijun, and it is impossible for them to be picked up by Huayue Academy and practice here.

The reason for this is that they are here and are willing to get along in this way.

Zhang Deming was led through many places and came to the guest room.

As one of the three major forces in Huayue City, Huayue Academy occupies a large area, and the room treatment is also very good.

Zhang Deming was arranged in a high-class room. The academician chatted with Zhang Deming for a while before leaving a few disciples to leave. At this moment, it was almost dark.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Deming had nothing else to do. After browsing the room roughly, he turned and walked towards the academy. Following behind him were a few disciples, and began to browse the ancient version of the campus.

Because of Zhang Deming's special status, he was a distinguished guest brought back by the dean himself, so the journey was unimpeded.

After wandering around half of the academy, Zhang Deming came to a pond. In the pond was a pool of lotus leaves, which looked quite elegant.

A ten-year-old doll is sitting by the pond at the moment, hugging her legs, her pink and cute little face is almost wrinkled at the moment.

The little doll sat with her curly legs in her left hand, and kept picking up stones with her right hand, throwing them into the pond one after another, with a displeased face.

Zhang Deming looked at the other party and was slightly taken aback, mainly because he was too cute.

Among the children he saw, only Qian Xiaogong could compare with him.

"Hey, my little ancestor, why did you come here again? Didn't you tell you to be more careful and honest today?" A disciple rushed over and hurried forward when he saw the little baby.

The child frowned slightly and said, "I've said it countless times, I'm not a child anymore, I know what I'm doing. Stop following me, or I..."

"Hush... Keep your voice down!" The disciple immediately turned his head to look at the corner of the pond, and then continued: "Little ancestor, let's hurry up, today is not the time for you to lose your temper."

After saying that, he actually carried the cute little baby on his shoulder and left in a hurry.

Chapter 68 Conversation

Zhang Deming followed the gaze of the disciple just now, and paused for a moment. There was a gazebo at the corner of the pond. At this moment, there was a figure standing quietly in the gazebo.

Confucian shirt with long hair, handsome face and long legs, he should be a person who lives freely and unrestrainedly, but at this moment he is standing in the gazebo, like a sculpture, looking at the lotus leaves in a pond for a long time in ecstasy.

It was none other than the previous Nangong Cheng, Liangyi Shuxiu whose name was Qinglian.

Zhang Deming looked around and found that the surroundings were quiet, and there were no figures, only that person, standing there quietly like a statue.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Deming walked towards the gazebo.

The two disciples following behind him paused slightly, one disciple stretched out his hand to speak, the other stopped him, shook his head silently, and then the two of them stood there without following.

Zhang Deming stepped up to the gazebo, looking at the pond in a trance, like a sculpture, without moving at all.

Zhang Deming walked into the gazebo, sat down, and said without beginning or end: "The word Qinglian, do you like lotus?"

The sculpture-like Nangong Cheng remained motionless. Just as Zhang Deming was about to speak again, a figure floated directly outside the pavilion and said, "Fellow Daoist, the principal is here to invite you."

Zhang Deming paused slightly, glanced at Nangong Cheng, got up and walked out of the pavilion, saying, "Let's go."

The visitor led Zhang Deming through many buildings and came to a living room.

At this moment, Gu Donglin was sitting in the main seat with a sad face, without the casualness and uninhibitedness before.

The old monk Fuyuan was sitting next to him, his expression didn't change, his face was dull, and he couldn't see much emotion, but the priest who had been with him several times didn't appear this time.

"This junior has met Dean Donglin and Master Fuyuan." Zhang Deming bowed to the two of them after being led into the living room.

Gu Donglin regained his composure slightly, looked at Zhang Deming, and said, "Speaking of which, I have neglected little brother. I didn't know your identity, little brother, yesterday..."

Fuyuan also turned his eyes at this moment, looking at Zhang Deming seriously, thinking that the two of them have also investigated themselves for a long time, and they should have found nothing so far.

After all, his current face, figure, and temperament are brand new and different from when he participated in the auction before.

Zhang Deming smiled, and said: "This is the younger generation's fault, the younger generation Zhang Wu, the core disciple of Tianlingmen."

While Zhang Deming was talking about the appearance on his face, his body shape and temperament were changing rapidly.In a moment, he changed into Zhang Wu's appearance.

Gu Donglin and Fu Yuan paused together and looked at each other, then shook their heads slightly.

The two of them didn't realize that Zhang Deming had changed his appearance before, but now Zhang Deming transformed the two of them face to face, and they didn't realize what kind of disguise technique it was.

This alone and the matter of yesterday's aging body was enough for the two of them to attach great importance to it. After all, although they are a person of heaven and earth, they are marginal figures.

Although the other is the dean of the academy, in the eyes of Da Zongmen, he is just a casual cultivator, and neither of them is a real big shot.

"Little brother, are you a disciple of Tianlingmen? Then who was that yesterday...?" Gu Donglin asked.

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "It's just the elders in the family."

Gu Donglin saw that Zhang Deming didn't want to say more, so he paused, and didn't continue to ask.