Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 805 Goodbye

  As far as the current situation is concerned, no matter how you look at it, calling parents should be the best and most sensible choice. Of course, if he knew that Zhang Deming had two lives and could die in place of Taoism, he would be the one who should explode right now.

  Zhang Deming ignored the other party's words, the dark part of his body was beating, and the vitality quickly diffused out, and at the same time he dived towards the bottom of the lake.

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  The soul lake is small and big inside, like the wellhead of a methane pool. In the liquid of wronged souls below, Zhang Deming saw the scene under the flat peach tree.

  The entire flat peach tree seemed to be floating in the mouth of the well, and countless octopus-like tentacles squirmed and spread all over the entire lake.

  Some roots penetrated into the surroundings of the lake and extended outwards, forming strange branch trees. Some were floating in the lake water, wriggling like tentacles gathering monsters.

  There are many knots on the roots of many trees, just like the root nodules of ordinary tree roots. Zhang Deming clearly felt that every root nodule was a living body with high energy level.

   I don't know when he was imprisoned here, and he doesn't look dead, but he probably can't be considered alive.

  Among the many roots, Zhang Deming saw a ball of light wrapped by the roots. The ball of light exudes colorful light and at the same time reveals endless frost.

  An extremely strong mixed force, defending against the intrusion between the unconscious wriggling of the roots. But at this moment, the ball of light is wrapped up in groups, and it is impossible to escape, so death is a matter of time.

  Looking at this situation, Zhang Deming frowned slightly.

   "This... In this situation, if you want to sneak away without being discovered, at least you need the legendary top-level skills of escape, and you can change the world?" Seeing this situation, Shen Lingjun said again.

  Zhang Deming heard the meaning behind his words, finally answered, and said: "No matter what, you have to try!"

   "Do the two of us have to put ourselves in before it's over? It's too late to turn around now!" Shen Lingjun said with a complicated expression.

   "If you want to run, run yourself!" Zhang Deming replied simply.

   "Alas..." Shen Lingjun sighed, he wanted to run, but he couldn't, "Human, these emotions and desires are a problem."

   "So why are you still hanging around in the human race? Isn't the monster race more 'true temperament' and more frank and 'sincere'?" Zhang Deming asked back.

"Yeah, I know it's trouble, but I'm asking for trouble. I guess this is one of the reasons why your human race is better than the monster race in the end! After all, a lot of progress is due to various desires!" Shen Lingjun Exclaimed.

  Zhang Deming ignored the other party, looked at the disgusting tentacles around him, endured the discomfort of his body, and squeezed up, wriggling and entwined like one of them.

  In an instant, Zhang Deming felt silky and sticky stuff crowding his entire perception, he was completely placed in the weird pile of vines, and he actively squeezed into it.

  If he hadn't practiced for so many years and his heart was already big enough, he would probably have completely blown his hair at this moment.

   After a while, he finally squeezed into the position where the tentacles formed a ball at the moment, and stuck to a colorful defensive light ball that flickered with cold light.

  The moment he pasted it, the light ball vibrated, and colorful lights flickered.

   "Contest..."

  A powerful sound of mind exploded in Zhang Deming's mind, with a strong mental attack. However, this attack is not considered a bad thing at the moment, on the contrary, to a certain extent, it can be regarded as refreshing Zhang Deming.

   Immediately after, the frost and the strange power of calligraphy followed closely, as if to freeze and shatter Zhang Deming posted on it.

  Zhang Deming frowned, feeling the strange voice in his head, why is it so familiar?

  This Uncle Liuhe, could it be...

  Thinking here, Zhang Deming's complexion was weird, and the aura swam, and he touched the colorful light ball lightly.

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  In the sphere of light, Pan Juan'er and the three fell silent, and Yu Mingxin didn't say anything more about moving rescuers, and started to defend again.

  For a moment, the uncle who was the main defensive force in the center suddenly changed his expression and his eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, her movements changed slightly.

  As the main force of the three-person defense team, with her movements, the entire defense mask fluctuated instantly.

   "Uncle Master?"

   "Senior?"

  Pan Juaner and Yu Mingxin changed their colors at the same time, thinking that the other party had lost their minds, and at the same time turned their heads in surprise to remind them.

  The other party did not respond, and continued to move. As the defensive mask fluctuated stronger and stronger, under the horrified eyes of everyone, in front of everyone, an extremely small pitch-black vine suddenly squeezed in from the wall of the light sphere.

  Yu Mingxin and Pan Juaner panicked at the same time, almost subconsciously, and they were ready to attack.

"do not move!"

   "Master Uncle (Senior)?!" Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er turned their heads in puzzlement, with eager expressions on their faces.

   "Wait!" The uncle in the defense center said calmly, still expressionless, with a cold demeanor.

  Yu Mingxin even wondered if the other party had no expression at all.

  Because of the other party's words, even though Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er were very worried, they didn't dare to do anything rashly. He could only quietly watch the thin vine, from emerging to continuously squeezing in.

Maybe the cracks in the defensive net are too small, or maybe the vines are pulled and squeezed by a bunch of other vines, making it very difficult to squeeze in. While swaying, they keep twisting on the mask, which looks a little funny, adding to the solemn atmosphere. Ease up a little bit.

  When most of the vines squeezed in, under the stunned eyes of everyone, a young figure emerged out of the outline of the silk thread.

  The young man looks only in his twenties, his face is resolute, with a little masculinity, but also a little bit of elegance. Among the monks, he is not very handsome, but he is also somewhat attractive.

   What pleased everyone the most was the other party's Liuhe's cultivation base and that all-clear attire.

  Although the face is unfamiliar, but in this case, no one should try their best to pretend to be something, so this is undoubtedly a hermit with a full view of the world.

  The moment Pan Juaner saw Li Zhengkun's familiar but unfamiliar face, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she wanted to speak in surprise.

  But she hasn't moved yet. She has been so cold that she felt a little cold before. The uncle who cherishes words like gold suddenly spoke. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she actually heard a little worry.

   "Why did you come here?"

  Following the uncle's words, everyone completely confirmed that the person who came was the master of Quan Qing's recluse practice.

  The moment Zhang Deming finished condensing, he heard a cold voice, looked down, and saw Lan Fuyao sitting cross-legged, with a colorful long piano between his legs, gently plucking the strings.

  The faint sound of the piano and the colorful lights spread out as she moved, forming the main force of the entire defense network.

  At this moment, the opponent's face was pale, obviously exhausted. Even so, she didn't show much emotion, she just frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Deming.

  After seeing Lan Fuyao's expression, the surrounding disciples all looked at Zhang Deming with flickering eyes.

   After all, he was rescued, but he frowned with some dissatisfaction, which obviously shouldn't be a normal reaction, and this was the first time in so many days that the uncle had mood swings.

  Pan Juan'er's eyes flickered with a strange light, and she looked at Zhang Deming, who was disguised as Li Zhengkun.

  ‘Is it really Lan Fuyao! '

  Zhang Deming looked around, looked at Pan Juan'er, then at Lan Fuyao, how did these two get mixed up!

   While his thoughts flickered, Zhang Deming said calmly: "I originally ran in to join in the fun. I thought that the Pantao Garden would be the most precious thing except the Lingxiao Palace, so I came to make do with it. I never thought that this would happen."

   "You haven't been completely controlled just now, have you? You shouldn't have come here. It's not easy to get out now!"

  Lan Fuyao's face was pale as she spoke, but her brows were still frowning. He didn't ask why Zhang Deming's cultivation base became like this, nor did he ask about anything else. As before, he never asked about his privacy.

   That natural trust and familiarity, that familiar feeling of a stranger, made Zhang Deming instantly recall the peaceful and strange days of getting along with each other in Xianqinya, dancing swords and playing the piano.

  Besides Pan Juaner, Lan Fuyao is the most comfortable person he gets along with.

   But the two have completely different feelings, which he knows very well. One is a sweetheart who breaks into the heart forcefully, and the other is a bosom friend who has gradually become familiar with the same personality.

  Zhang Deming looked at the other party, smiled calmly, and said: "I feel your breath, and I find that I am in trouble, so I can't just leave it alone!"

  Natural words, as expected, made Lan Fuyao's movements of playing the piano stiff, before he said: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but I still have such a stubborn temper."

"Hehe, it's the same with you. It's better not to let strangers in." At this point, Zhang Deming seemed to feel a dangerous gaze looking at him. No target!"

  Lan Fuyao glanced at Zhang Deming suspiciously, but didn't answer. In her perception, although Zhang Deming escaped, he didn't seem to have made such a joke on her, and he was still in front of a group of juniors.

   Zhang Deming felt the gaze of the other party, immediately looked around, and changed the subject: "Is there a way to put these disciples away?"

  The space of the light sphere is not large, but apart from Lan Fuyao, Pan Juan'er, and Yu Mingxin who are defending, there are seven disciples who are at the peak of the Five Elements.

  But they don't have the means like Yu Mingxin and Pan Juan'er. Even if they have one or two hands of Liuhe hole cards, it's just a blow to the bottom of the box. After all, there is still a big gap between the genius of the Holy Land and the Holy Son.

   Moreover, Zhang Deming discovered that the seven people were not intact, and the breath of the seven people was no longer pure, and was infected by distortion to varying degrees.

  After Lan Fuyao heard this, she didn't answer the question, but suddenly looked up at Zhang Deming, and said, "You came in disguised?"

   Immediately, she probably thought of what happened back then, and said: "That's right, back then you dared to put on a false identity in front of all the Liuhe major cultivators, but now that you have such a cultivation level, it's normal to lie to a scoundrel."

   Having said this, she paused again, and said, "So you found out that this place is so dangerous, why did you rush in?"

   "Didn't you sense that you were here? Could it be that you sensed that I was trapped inside and turned your head away!" Zhang Deming replied indifferently.

  As soon as these words came out, Zhang Deming's vest instantly felt cold, and he always felt that he was being watched by something terrifying, which made him a little blind.

  Lan Fuyao frowned, and said: "It's just nonsense, you can't help it, what are you doing rushing in like this now, I haven't seen you for so many years, this xinxing has gone back more and more."

"If I don't come, how long can you last? One day, two days? Do you think I just called Jian Chen, and Shanhe Sword can come in at this time?" Zhang Deming didn't care about Lan Fuyao's tone, and replied indifferently .

  Lan Fuyao fell silent, and no one spoke, including Pan Juan'er. After all, she also knew back then that Zhang Deming sneaked into Quanqingguan secretly under the guise of an impostor.

   "There is already a seal here, and with the influence of the evil species, I can't open the organ space, let alone open the entrance to the Shuangquan Realm."

   After a while, Lan Fuyao said without beginning or end, apparently before answering Zhang Deming's question about whether he could put away his disciples.

   "Then there is no way, I definitely can't take so many people away, and they have been eroded, so they are easy to be discovered."

  During his speech, Zhang Deming looked around the crowd, thought for a while, and under the nervous eyes of many disciples, said: "Abandon the body, escape the soul directly, and use your organ to arrest the soul."

  Yu Mingxin frowned, thinking that Zhang Deming included him. And the seven people on the ground had different expressions when they heard the words, one of them said hesitantly and anxiously: "Senior, this disciple can give up part of his body!"

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming frowned and said, "Which family is this?"

  Lan Fuyao said helplessly, "It's from the Yu family."

  Yu Mingxin also glared at the person who spoke at this moment, and said: "Uncle, don't be annoyed, brother probably didn't understand what uncle meant.

  Master, don’t worry, we are willing to leave our flesh as bait. In the current situation, it is a blessing to be able to pick up a life, so naturally I can't be more demanding. "

  Zhang Deming took a look at Yu Mingxin and said, "Your name is Yu Baiwen, right?"

   "Disciple Yu Mingxin, whose Dao name is Baiwen, studied under Qianyu, and met his uncle." Yu Mingxin said immediately.

   "You don't need to bring up the Holy Master of Qianyu. With your talent and no pollution, I will take it out completely. Abandoning the flesh does not include you."

Speaking of this, Zhang Deming seemed to glance at Pan Juan'er casually, and said: "And you, the Holy Land of Nurturing Spirits, you have been the most popular in the past few years. If it is known that I want you to give up your physical body, Then I will have to complain a lot.”

   "Thank you, senior!" Pan Juan'er smiled, looked at Zhang Deming, and replied accordingly.

  Zhang Deming always felt that something was wrong, and his vest felt a little cold.

He stopped paying attention to the two of them, but turned his head to look at the remaining seven disciples, and said, "As for you, what are you going to do? Does anyone else have a means of escape? If so, you can come out and escape by yourself. Don't stop."

  (end of this chapter)