Code Farmer Cultivation

He looked coldly at the aunts, aunts, sisters, and even the unlucky sisters, being tormented one by one.She kept watching, and could only watch, her eyes became more and more indifferent.

Originally, she planned to keep hiding until her eight-year-old sister was pushed out by a clan elder sister who discovered the gangsters' tendency to survive for a while in order to protect herself, and was noticed by the gangsters.

Wang Qian, who was hiding in the crowd and watching everything with cold eyes, saw the way the gangsters looked at her sister. She understood something. If she didn't do something, her sister would follow in the footsteps of those clan sisters.

At that moment, she didn't wait and see, but came out of the crowd, wiped off the things on her face, and revealed her elegant demeanor as the jewel of the royal family.

The attention of those vulgar warriors was completely diverted, but the hell that greeted her also began, first one, and then in turn.

At the age of 13, she already knew too many things. When she was being played and tortured, she looked at the sisters and sisters watching from the corner of her eye. There was no resentment in her eyes, because she understood their situation.

She just endured it as hard as she could, and used this half-day observation to cater to everyone who played with her.

She even clearly felt that when one of the gangsters played with her, she changed from interest to pity. If she was given some more time, she felt that she could control it.

At least it shouldn't be too difficult to capture that man's heart as her mother taught her.It's a pity...it seems too late, her body seems to be dying.

Waves of fatigue hit her mind, her eyes became heavier, and even she felt a little strenuous to cater to the gangster who was moving on her.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she saw the fairy who came to welcome her.

The other party's gorgeous wings and handsome face with a gloomy expression, in this desperate moment of hers, shone with a strange light, never so dazzling.

Just like every girl is looking forward to his Prince Charming, riding a white horse and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

Her celestial envoy, accompanied by a celestial servant, floated down with an angry face, ignoring the people who were stunned by him, but looked at the four thugs with cold and angry eyes.

Before the four of them begged for mercy, green seedlings suddenly appeared from all over their bodies. Judging from the appearance of the seedlings, they turned out to be the rice they ate.

Under the terrified and helpless struggle of the four people, the four people turned into four tiny seedling fields.

The green seedlings in the pores of the whole body are all over the body, swaying slightly, unusually active.But the four gangsters who turned into seedling fields are still alive.

At this moment, Wang Qian smiled. She looked at the tragic situation of the bandits and the angel not far away.

The fairy envoy seemed to feel something, and she turned her head to look at it. When her four eyes met, she tried her best to show a charming smile.

But in her current state, coupled with her age, this smile is extremely heartbreaking.The tense nerves, because of the sudden relaxation, she felt tired like a wave of water, about to drown her.

When she was dying, she saw her fairy envoy, walked up to her quickly, picked her up without hesitation, and stretched out her palm with pity.

The hand of the fairy envoy turned into a vine like a ruby, and the dreamy brilliance flickered, it was so beautiful.

As the arm turned into a gemstone vine and inserted into her chest, Wang Qian, who was dying, was shocked all over her body, and suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the picture that was close at hand, looking at her with concern. handsome face.

He had pity and distress on his face, but his eyes were unusually bright and clear, with a little bit of anger that had not completely dissipated.

The gorgeous wings on her back were slightly spread, and the ruby ​​vines in her hands were shining. The scene at this moment was completely engraved in Wang Qian's mature yet immature mind.

……

Zhang Deming led Qin Shizhong, drifting down towards the turbulent place. When the two approached, they felt an unusually strong smell of blood and resentment.

Qin Shizhong frowned and said: "What are these remnants going to do? It's fine to plunder and cultivate. Why do you spend such effort to cause chaos in the world, just to cause some killings and cause trouble for the sect?"

Zhang Deming ignored him, but went straight to the bloodiest place, the main hall of the family.Zhang Deming, who floated into the hall, was taken aback for a moment.

I saw that the main hall was divided into two sides. On one side were all kinds of male corpses who had been tortured to death and filled with resentment. Well, they should be stumped limbs and arms.

Blood stained the entire hall red, plasma all over the place.

In the corner on the other side was a group of helpless female relatives. At this moment, these female relatives looked at him with surprise.

In the main hall, a man was torturing a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, and the remaining three watched with interest.

Three of them obviously had a deep breath of being guided by the mind, and there was also a slight sense of true energy.

Looking at the purgatory-like hall, Zhang Deming looked angry, and restrained the four of them by raising his hands. At this moment, the girl was already dying.

Zhang Deming subconsciously took a step forward, hugging him in his arms, his arm turned into a ruby ​​color, and started the treatment.

At the same time, he paused, a lot of ruby-colored vines sprouted from his body, stabbing down at the surrounding women who were still alive, the hidden seeds in his body jumped slightly, and strands of vitality were released.

With the magic-level rattan technique and Anzi's vitality, in the face of these mortal injuries, he is almost at the point of life and death.As long as there is breath, he can heal well.

In just a moment, the baby girl in her arms recovered, her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at him.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Zhang Deming looked at the other party and asked.

Wang Qian came back to her senses when she heard the words. She was as intelligent as she was, and with her ancestral connection, she understood what had happened, guessed Zhang Deming's identity, and understood that all this was not a dream.

The first time she reacted, she retracted her arms and uttered the first word: "Dirty!"

After saying that, he wanted to struggle to leave Zhang Deming.

The voice was cold, not waiting for the slightest emotional fluctuation. Such a voice appeared on a girl of this age. Zhang Deming was slightly taken aback, and his heart twitched violently.

He didn't let go of the other party, tried his best to show a gentle smile, and said, "It's okay!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, and the transparency shone with luster, like a crystal-like stream of water appeared in his hand.The water flow slowly condensed into a dragon shape, entangled, and washed Wang Qian's whole body.

After finishing all this, Zhang Deming smiled again and said, "Look, it's clean."

Wang Qian hugged her chest, tucked away the corner of her clothes, and said as before: "Dirty!"

Zhang Deming shook his head seriously, and appraised: "No, it's very clean! I said so!"

Wang Qian was stunned, the gloomy eyes flickered again, and she looked at Zhang Deming with unusual brightness, which seemed to be called hope or goal.

"Want to take revenge?" Zhang Deming asked.

After Wang Qian recovered, she shook her head and said, "I don't want to!"

Zhang Deming was taken aback for a moment, then asked in astonishment: "Why?"

"I can't follow you after getting revenge! I want to follow you. My grandfather said that the emissaries are not tired of mortals, but just tired of trouble. I just want to follow you, not trouble." Wang Qian said bluntly while changing her attitude.

Zhang Deming was stunned again, the obviously inappropriate words did not make Zhang Deming feel disgusted at this moment.

"Then just watch it for now!" After saying that, Zhang Deming let go of the girl.

Zhang Deming stood up, looked at the women around him who had been rescued by him, and said, "Want to take revenge?"

After hearing the words one by one, they recovered from their astonishment, and looked at the four strange 'seedfields' on the ground with resentful eyes.

"Think!" Among the many girls, a woman about 15 years old said with hatred for the girl dressed as a woman.

Zhang Deming nodded, and said: "Then I'll leave them to you, there's nothing you need to do except devour flesh and blood."

After saying that, Zhang Deming got up and stopped paying attention to them.

All the girls looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end it was the girl who took the lead, and was the first to pounce on her. At first, she punched and kicked.

But they are all a bunch of ladies, very well-bred, and those fists... are not torture, it is simply a slapstick at the level of fun.

"what……"

I don't know who it was, suddenly pulled a seedling, and as the seedling and the hair-like roots at the bottom were pulled out, the person let out a mournful roar.

All the women paused and looked at the seedlings together. Zhang Deming who was on the side suddenly said, "Before the plucking is over, they still have energy and their consciousness is very clear."

He didn't give instructions on how to do it, and didn't restrict how to do it. When all the women heard the words, their eyes flickered with vengeance.

"what……"

"what……"

"what……"

A burst of screams came from the hall.

"Haha..." Accompanied by some women's happy and slightly maniacal laughter.

Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at Wang Qian who was standing aside with his head lowered, and said, "If you don't do it again, there will be no chance."

Wang Qian slightly raised her head and glanced at Zhang Deming, but did not make any movement, and lowered her head again.

Seeing this, Zhang Deming shook his head slightly, and with a wave of his hand, countless blood-red vines swayed and grew out of the various stumps and arms in the hall.

As the vines grew, the surrounding corpses quickly disappeared.When all the corpses disappeared, most of the blood-red vines disappeared, leaving only one section, which was quickly woven into a tablet.

Zhang Deming tilted his head, looked at those women, and said, "Who can take charge now?"

An old woman in her sixties walked out tremblingly, and replied: "Report to the Immortal, the head of the Wang family is dead."

"What is your identity?" Zhang Deming looked at the old woman and asked.

"I am a fairy, I am the current grandmother of the Wang family." The old woman replied in this way.

Zhang Deming nodded, and said, "That's fine! I'll help you dispose of the corpse. There are some things on it. If you leave it like that, something will happen after a long time.

Hey, this is the memorial tablet of your family, let's keep some thoughts for the women in this area of ​​your family.

Hmm... With this thing as a reliance, no matter what happens in the future, even if they are all female relatives, they should be able to survive in this city. "

The old woman took the red plaque handed over by the vine, hugged it firmly in her arms, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and said with tears in her eyes: "The old man thanked the immortal head for the unjust souls of the Wang family..."

Zhang Deming glanced at the other party with a slight frown, but did not stop him.After the other party finished kowtowing, he said: "Okay, get up quickly, I have a lot of things to do, but I don't have much time to spend with your family."

After saying that, he paused, turned his head to look at Wang Qian, and said, "Do you really want to follow me?"

Wang Qian nodded and said, "Yes!"

Zhang Deming pondered for a while, and said: "It's not impossible, you still have a chance in heaven."

After saying that, Zhang Deming flipped his hands over and took out three Yuling beads, a pair of miniature wings in the beads trembled slightly.

Holding the beads, Zhang Deming said: "After swallowing them, if you can gain something, follow me, if not, you don't have to follow me."

Seeing this, Qin Shizhong, who was standing quietly by the side, moved slightly, and looked at Wang Qian with a rare flash of envy.His immortal sect struggled for half a hundred years before he got such an opportunity.The other party is at this age...

Hearing this, Wang Qian took the three beads from Teng Wan and wanted to throw them into her mouth.

"I advise you to be more careful. This thing is not a poison test. Uncle Shi would not be so boring as to give you a poison test. Rather than you wasting it like this, you should give it to me."

Looking at Wang Qian's actions, it may be that Zhang Deming really intends to accept people. The seasoned Qin Shizhong began to send favors at this moment.Seemingly random words, people who understand can hear a lot of things.

Zhang Deming glanced at Qin Shizhong, and Qin Shizhong smiled at Zhang Deming.Zhang Deming didn't care either, and continued to stare at Wang Qian.

When Wang Qian heard Qin Shizhong's words, she paused, her eyes flickered, she put down two and swallowed one of them directly.

As she swallowed, a faint spiritual light emerged from her body, and a thin hollow ball of light surrounded her.

"Is this... at least a top-grade spiritual root talent with at least 75 points?"

Qin Shizhong looked at Wang Qian, who was not feeling angry at all. After swallowing the first Yu Lingzhu, a thin hollow ball was formed instead of wasting all of it, and he was a little surprised.

Zhang Deming said with a smile on his face: "At first, I just felt that I had some talent, but I didn't expect him to be such a good seedling."

Between the two of them speaking, the thin hollow ball broke after only a moment.

Naturally, Wang Qian did not succeed in realizing the Dao, but she felt a little angry, and she had entered the circle of monks.

After she opened her eyes, she already understood what it was, at least she knew what it was used for.

She didn't swallow the beads again immediately, but closed her eyes and sorted out the things in her mind.

After a while, she took out a bead again, but she didn't swallow it. Instead, she held the bead without a teacher, and tentatively used the little spiritual power in her body to stimulate it.

This time, dense spiritual power spots surrounded her, forming a bright hollow circle, a pair of miniature wings, and flew into her mind.After a while, she opened her eyes, and the spiritual wind flickered under her feet.

Zhang Deming looked slightly surprised. He originally thought that even if she had good talent, but she had not stepped into cultivation, the three beads added up had a [-] to [-]% chance of being good.

Unexpectedly, with just two, it was a success.

At this time, Zhang Deming's expression changed, and he followed the entrance of the subroutine to the spirit cultivation space.

As soon as the consciousness explored the warehouse, energy surged in the warehouse at this moment, and merit and luck were rapidly condensing.

After a while, everything stabilized, and Zhang Deming found that his merits had increased by five, and his luck had increased by seventeen.

Zhang Deming was very pleasantly surprised by this huge harvest.

You know, at present, except for a few wools, no one else has gained as much energy as she has gained from enlightenment.

So finally the test came out?Is it a mortal who has changed his life and has no chance to practice, and has gained the most, or is this a special case, and she is also a miscellaneous sheep that usually sheds her hair?

Or both?Zhang Deming's thoughts flickered, and he left the spirit cultivation space.

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"Well, it's not bad, just follow me from now on." Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Anyway, I don't have any children. Although you are a bit older, you should still be considered the last bus."

Wang Qian didn't understand the rest, but she understood if she followed Zhang Deming, and she immediately saluted, "Thank you, servant girl..."

"Stop, from now on you can call yourself a disciple, you can be a junior, just don't use this. As for me, you can call me uncle or young master." Zhang Deming interrupted immediately.

Wang Qian paused, and immediately said, "I understand, my lord."