The excited kids in their twenties looked at Zhang Deming's smile and turned their heads to look. Only then did they realize that the cold female master who brought them here before was almost floating outside the pavilion.

They quickly bowed to Zhang Deming, ran back to the platform, and waited honestly, a little silly, a little ghostly, and a little cute.

Zhang Deming looked at these kids, shook his head, looked at Lan Ying, gave a slight salute, and then turned around and entered his yard.

Lan Ying also looked at Zhang Deming, raised his hand and waved the jade flute, and carried twenty disciples and floated down the cliff.

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After entering the house, Zhang Deming checked the house. He had already picked up the house in the past few days.

He also understood the flowers in the sea of ​​flowers outside. Now he only needs to perform the art once a month or half a month, and take care of it every day.

When he arrived at the training room, Zhang Deming threw out a huge flower pot and refining furnace, and first threw a bunch of messy basic materials into it.

A vine grows, grows rapidly, becomes thicker, and becomes wood. Then it blooms and bears fruit, and grows more than a hundred golden cards.

After a moment, the vines withered and the cards were stacked into a dozen in front of Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming picked up one of the cards and checked it. It was pretty good. Forging hundreds of cards in half a day was already the limit for his weapon refining skills.

Forged vines are not suitable for large-scale forging, and they have nothing to do with the fundamental difference between cultivation and weapon refining attainments.

Feeling the effect, Zhang Deming nodded with satisfaction and flipped his hand to put away the card.

After the preheating was completed, Zhang Deming took out a pile of materials and then threw a portion of precious five-star spiritual soil into the flower pot.

Then Zhang Deming took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved it, and a spirit seed fell into the flower pot.

More than a dozen blood-red vines grew, wrapping the material beside them and sank into the flower pot. Zhang Deming also fell into a deep level of meditation.

As he entered into meditation, an emerald vine swayed out and grew rapidly. It only grew one meter high and stopped and a strange fruit began to nurture.

The fruit is not big, only the size of an adult's fist, unlike the ordinary green, this time the fruit is fiery red.

The fruit emits a strong heat wave, which seems very unstable. Zhang Deming, who has entered the state of meditation, also frowned slightly from time to time.

After a long time, the fruit was finally nurturing and exploded into silk threads all over the sky, and a fiery red and scorching breath rippled throughout the room.

At the same time, the one-meter-high vines began to emit a special breath of spiritual cultivation. The fiery red hot wires also began to weave.

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In this way, in a flash, more than half a month, a golden and red scorching ring grew on the vine.

As the ring shakes, the vines finally wither and turn into a ball of ashes and fall into the flower pot.

The golden ring flew up and flew around this Deming, with the joy, curiosity, and agility of birth.

Zhang Deming checked the magic weapon he had made. His luck was not good or bad.

It can be achieved with one shot, but it is just a five-star low-grade magic weapon. It lacks quality, but the integration of the two magics has added a lot of color to it, which is considered an unexpected surprise.

After checking for a long time, Zhang Deming nodded with satisfaction before putting away the ring. Instead of contacting Li Bai and delivering the goods immediately, he began to refine weapons and make beads.

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In this way, Zhang Deming's days began to settle down. He spent most of his time hanging up the machine, refining tools, making beads, planting flowers, and listening to the piano at Xianqin Cliff.

Occasionally I went back to Xiayunju and guided two nominal apprentices to take a walk around or something.

Life just passed like this, and Zhang Deming gradually became a background of the Xianqin Flower Garden. Many people who often come to the sea of ​​flowers to listen to the piano are used to Zhang Deming's existence and gradually faded him.

Zhang Deming seemed to be extremely salty, and he was a little transparent person with peace of mind and lived a dull life.

Moreover, the imaginary troubles did not come. It seemed that everyone had forgotten his existence, forgot that he occupied Xiayunju, and forgot that he lived in the Xianqin Flower Courtyard.

Even Lan Fuyao and Zhang Deming have no intersection in their daily lives, when they look up but don’t see each other, just like neighbors in the city, they are well and do not disturb each other.

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Time flies, and another half a year has passed.

It has been July since I came to Quanqingguan, and it has been June since I took Li Baihe's monograph.

Zhang Deming estimated that the time was almost over, and he flipped his hand to find his own talisman. With the activation of the function of the Fantasy Store, Zhang Deming's surroundings began to be surrounded by illusory light, and gradually became real from illusory.

Slowly, the surrounding area became a living room, and Zhang Deming was sitting in the living room at this moment.

But in a moment, Li Baihe's figure quickly outlined from scratch opposite Zhang Deming.

The other party looked at Zhang Deming, looked at him with some expectations and went straight to the topic: "But the instrument was successful?"

Zhang Deming responded to the other party with a smile and said, "Our Li family's special ring device is much harder than I thought."

As he spoke, Zhang Deming raised his hand and a fiery red ring floated out from Zhang Deming's side. The size of a ring bracelet was burning and fiery red.
Chapter completed!