He may use it more than three times, four times, or five times.

In order to climb into the outer gate as soon as possible and become a formal outer disciple of the Tianling Sect, everyone in the Servant Academy was gritting their teeth and increasing their strength.

Zhang Deming also returned to the room, took out the cultivation plate, and began today's practice.

Sitting on the cultivation plate like a pillow, Zhang Deming touched the mechanism lightly, and clearly felt a lot of rich spiritual energy flowing out of the cultivation plate and wandering around one meter in his body.

Zhang Deming closed his eyes and began to run the lowest entry-level martial arts and basic martial arts of the Tianling Sect.

That's right, the name is the basic exercises, it's so casual, which shows what the situation is like.

Basically, you can get one at the beginning, just like a corporate culture manual, including those who deliver vegetables to the Servant Hospital, and you can get one.

Three hours later, the sun in the sky began to set, and the hottest time of the day passed.

Zhang Deming completed today's homework and felt the cultivation of a junior apprentice. He was still not far from the intermediate level, and he felt a little bitter.

Talent, that's enough.

After ten years of entry, two years of grasping the sense of energy, and becoming a junior apprentice.

I originally thought that I was not a genius and I was not a waste of money.

But now after eight years of cultivation, the intermediate level is still far away. Reality completely tells him what the situation is like at the blackjack spiritual root.

He got up and put away the cultivation plate, and opened his small wooden box in the vault.

Five thumb-sized spirit stones occupy the middle of the wooden box, which is Zhang Deming's top wealth today.

All the wealth accumulated after ten years of planting rice.

While stroking the spirit stone, Zhang Deming really wanted to take it out and practice.

"Don't be impulsive. This is for staying and breaking through. You can't spend it randomly. If you spend randomly, you can plant the land for the rest of your life. Flying and hiding the earth, don't think about it."

Zhang Deming comforted himself, took out the book in the corner of the box, and closed the box.

There were only these things in the box, and there were no other strange items. He traveled through time and didn't bring anything here.

This is also the reason why he is so desperate about his golden finger.

This was originally a mail-official hospital. They planted things and sent them together with water buckets. The magic trick: the little cloud and rain technique.

After ten years of introduction, he has been judging this book for eight years, and he has made no progress at all.

He once wondered whether it was because of his talent, but that he was not suitable for magic at all.

This world is called Hongmeng Realm, and there are many practitioners. Generally speaking, it is divided into six major categories.

They are: magic, summoning, close skills, bloodline, mixed crafts, and extraordinary abilities.

Yunyu Technique obviously belongs to the category of magic.

After not getting started for eight years, Zhang Deming once suspected it.

But he had no choice, and the Servant Academy did not succeed in one 8 years. He was not an exception, and even an individual case was not considered ordinary.

After knowing this, Zhang Deming realized that it was because it was difficult to practice magic and magic, and his talent and lack of talent, which was even more difficult.

If it weren't for this, would that guy Zong En be so envious of him because of a magic trick?

Zhang Deming took the notebook of Xiao Yunyu Shui, left the door and left the small yard.

After walking for a while, I came to the courtyard of the Servant Courtyard, which was a small square.

In the center of the square, a banyan tree that has grown for many years has covered most of the space in the small square.

At this moment, more than twenty servants were sitting under the banyan tree.

The rest should be because I was lazy in the morning and was still busy in the field.

"Minger is here."

"Ming Ge'er came out a little late today? Did she take a nap in the morning?"

Under Zhang Deming's deliberate training, Zhang Deming's popularity is very good. As soon as Zhang Deming arrived, many people greeted him.

Zhang Deming responded one by one and sat down.

Their group is considered all the farmers in the land under Xiaoqing Mountain. At this time of day, everyone will gather together to figure out the magic, that is, the little cloud and rain technique, and exchange their thoughts.

It also makes it look like it, which is created by imitating the magic exchange of inner doors.

Zhang Deming had such a habit when he came.

but

How to say it? A group of junior apprentices who don’t know how to use wool spells, sitting here to communicate with wool is actually just a blind match.

Of course, there is still something to buy.

For example, those who learned magic were two before, but three half a year ago, but now they are about to become two again, because Zong En comes from behind and is about to advance.

Three servants, actually like this time the most every day.

It’s not that they are so enthusiastic, but that the most fulfilling time every day is this period.

Because this is the time for the three of them to show off, well, Zhang Deming understands it so.

However, many people are very enthusiastic.

First, to praise the other party, I hug the other party’s stinky feet, and second, I really feel that I will gain some magic.

As for Zhang Deming, he does not belong to these two, he has heard little of these experiences over the past ten years?

Isn’t it just that he shows off all kinds of excellence and is really interested in communicating. Zhang Deming has also heard of it, but he hasn’t even touched the little Yunyu technique.

Until now, Zhang Deming's feelings about Xiao Yunyu Technique are all the same. Is it a fake product he got, or is there really a spell in this world?

If it weren't for the spiritual power in the body, if someone hadn't learned it, Zhang Deming felt that such thoughts would have become his main idea.

It can be seen how desperate he had to understand this little Yunyu technique.

His purpose here is entirely to deal with interpersonal communication and to maintain relationships, which is inevitable.

When the three big guys were ready to show off, everyone finished their stinky feet, and several people surrounded them, constantly flattering and catering to them.

Zhang Deming looked at the people and shook his head slightly. He hadn't started to do it long ago. He only started after learning it, obviously it was too late.

"Brother Ming, I'll finish work early tomorrow afternoon, can I accompany me to the outer door?" Zong En said at this time.

Zhang Deming turned around, nodded, and replied, "Okay."

Several speculators looked at Zhang Deming with envy.

The three who can do magic skills now have the highest status because his cultivation level is about to break through.

However, the relationship between Zong En and Zhang Deming is the best, so Zhang Deming also benefited from it.

Everyone was chatting, and from time to time someone came and left.

When it was almost dark, Zhang Deming suddenly felt dizzy. Before he could figure out what was going on, his eyes turned dark, which scared him so much that he almost fell over with his back.

Fortunately, I was sitting.

After everything calmed down, Zhang Deming found that there was a black frame in front of him.

Two palm-sized pieces, in the white border, a black text box, and the whole middle is pitch black.

Looking at this box, Zhang Deming subconsciously thought of the CMD command prompt panel of his computer in his previous life.

Or, the command input panel box is commonly used during hackers.

The entire file box is pitch black inside, with only one cursor flashing.

There are two function buttons on the top of the file box and on the white border bar.

Warehouse, help.

Looking at the file box in front of him, Zhang Deming looked up and found that because of the actions just now, two chattering people around him were looking at him.

And they looked normal and didn't seem to see the file box in front of them.

As his attention shifted, the file box disappeared.

Seeing that he looked up, one of them asked, "Brother Ming, is it okay?"

Zhang Deming shook his head and said, "It's okay, I suddenly fainted just now."

Another man heard this and said, "Don't go to work so early in the afternoon. Go to the kitchen to drink some heat dissipation soup. Although that thing tastes bad, it can prevent heatstroke.

After all, if there is heatstroke and delayed watering in this way, it will seriously affect the spiritual rice.

The harvest is about to be done, but don’t affect the harvest because of heatstroke. Not only will the reward be lost, but you will be punished, but you will have no place to cry."

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. I'll go back and rest for a while."

After saying that, he greeted the few people, got up and left.

After leaving the courtyard, Zhang Deming couldn't help but speed up, and when he arrived at his door, he almost used the speed of running.

Zhang Deming was in a hurry at this moment, and it would be impossible not to be anxious.

Eighteen years have passed, and if you guess correctly, from the moment he was born, to the moment just now, his golden finger finally came to the account.
To be continued...