Seeing the demonstration given by Old Man Chen himself, Ding Xiaoyi was startled and tried to awaken his own spiritual power.
It's just that although the spiritual energy has been awakened, there is still no way to break free from the restraints on the feet.
"Don't worry, try to inject spiritual energy into the leaves!"
Old Man Chen guided slowly: "Relax and imagine your spiritual energy as a needle, piercing into the leaves!"
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't grasp the trick at first, so he just closed his eyes and tried to control his psychic powers as Old Man Chen said.
A ray of fluorescence gradually leaked out of the body under his control, flowing out along the toes.
Maybe it's because I don't have good control over my strength, or maybe it's my first time and I have no experience.
As this spiritual energy penetrated, there was a sound of "Bang!" in his ears, and then he felt that the restraints under his feet were being opened.
However, when he looked down, he saw that the shoes on his feet were shattered together with the leaves.
Old Chen's eyes widened and he looked up at Ding Xiaoyi.
The expression on that face suddenly became complicated, from surprise to confusion, and then from confusion to shock, and finally there was some envy on the rosy cheeks.
He could see that Ding Xiaoyi had psychic energy fluctuations on his body.
I just didn't expect that this kid's psychic abilities were so strong.
Stronger than the elites in the union.
This really exceeded my expectations.
"Uncle, I'm leaving now. I'll eat your elbow next time!"
Seeing that the inspection plane was about to fly over, he turned around and ran away without caring about what to eat.
But old man Chen couldn't let him escape. His palm was as fast as lightning and he grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's wrist.
He grinned, revealing his big black teeth: "Kid, don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, let alone eating a meal, even if you set this place on fire, no one will hold you accountable."
Ding Xiaoyi knew that this old man had an extraordinary background, but if he was so old, he didn't know what he was doing.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Old Man Chen simply pulled Ding Xiaoyi to the hillside and waved at the two patrol planes.
Something unexpected happened.
The two patrol planes just paused for a moment and then quickly turned back.
From beginning to end, there was not even a warning.
"See it!"
Old Man Chen let go of his hand with a proud look on his face.
He walked to the bonfire, added two more firewood, and watched the fire below burning more and more fiercely. Then he explained: "The union and the alliance have an unwritten rule. For retired personnel, as long as they do not threaten the protection of the reserve,
It is safe and all actions will not be restricted by the law.”
"everything!"
Ding Xiaoyi was startled, this was a bit too exaggerated.
"Yes, everything, including murder and arson, as long as it's not too excessive."
Old Man Chen spoke in an understatement, as if he didn't think it was a big deal about this privilege.
"You don't care about murder and arson?"
For a moment, he felt that his three views had been subverted.
In order to maintain the stability of the protected area, the unions and alliances sacrificed their lives in the mission, generations after generations of people who came forward to attack.
I have seen those herringbone monuments with my own eyes.
There are also Wang Jialiang, Tie Zhao and others. These people risk their lives to perform tasks. I have experienced it personally.
After putting in so much effort, how could something like this happen suddenly?
He couldn't figure out the reason.
Old Man Chen didn't mean to explain, he just pulled him to sit aside and picked off a leaf: "Look, the veins on these leaves are also found in the human body. When spiritual energy is injected into them, even a leaf can
Become a murder weapon!"
"Old man, why did you suddenly remember to tell me this?"
There is no such thing as a free lunch, so Old Man Chen suddenly began to teach himself about the use of psychic powers.
Although Ling himself benefited a lot from it, he still felt a little unreliable when he taught himself this for no reason.
I got my elbow in exchange for my poetry.
You can eat it with peace of mind.
But these things are not like that. Free things are the most expensive.
So for some things, it’s better to ask yourself clearly.
Old Chen was startled. After thinking for a while, he actually didn't know why he wanted to teach Ding Xiaoyi this.
Do you cherish your talent?
Well, maybe.
But there are a lot of geniuses in the union. If you want to teach them, whatever kind of genius you want, the union will send them to you.
The young man in front of me just has stronger psychic abilities than ordinary people.
But compared to genius, it's still far behind.
The children of the second generation, or even the third generation of spiritual exterminators, have stronger psychic powers with each passing generation.
Some children inherit the talents and psychic abilities of their parents, and have talents beyond ordinary spiritualists since childhood.
The reason why ordinary people don't know is that the trade union is deliberately hiding it.
But there is no shortage of necessary resources.
After thinking about it, Old Chen suddenly laughed to himself: "I'm old, I'm old, my brain is no longer working well!"
Looking at Ding Xiaoyi, his big eyes were sunken deeply, and his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, as if recording the changes of human beings over the years.
"Maybe it's because when people die, they always want to leave something behind. If you learn, you can take it away. If you don't learn, forget it."
"ah!"
He didn't expect that Old Man Chen would come up with this answer after thinking about it for a long time.
I was a little confused for a moment, and after looking up and down, I felt that with this old man's physique, it wouldn't be a problem to live for more than ten years.
"Old man, aren't you kidding me? With your skill just now, you can live to be ninety-nine years old."
Old man Chen glared at him angrily: "I am ninety-eight this year!"
Ding Xiaoyi: "..."
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's confused expression, Old Chen laughed and waved his hand to show that he didn't mean to blame him.
He just took out a small bottle from his pocket.
"Psychic essence!"
Ding Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat when he saw this bottle. The light blue liquid shone with sparkling light. There was still a lot of liquid in it, more than what he absorbed last time.
Old man Chen was not surprised at all that Ding Xiaoyi could call out the name of this thing.
After all, it will be taught in the training class.
He shook the bottle in his hand and whispered: "This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing. It is better than wine, and worse than poisonous arsenic. My body is already broken, and I am afraid I won't be able to survive this winter."
As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank heavily from the bottle.
Ding Xiaoyi saw this and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. After taking a big drink, Old Chen's mental state immediately improved greatly.
But he knew very well that by doing this, Old Man Chen was drinking poison to quench his thirst.
This is indeed not how you drink the essence of spiritual energy.
I know it very well, and I have even seen with my own eyes that the psychic energy essence is like a poisonous sediment.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but said: "Sir, doesn't the union have any other options? After all, for a master like you, the union has no reason to refuse to save you."
Old Chen was startled and looked at the high-rise buildings behind the jungle in front of him.
"There are no masters in this world. Masters always hide in sparsely populated places."
Regarding Old Man Chen's unreasonable answer, Ding Xiaoyi asked: "That means there is still hope."
Old Man Chen never answered him, but asked: "Then do you want to learn or not?"
"study!"
Ding Xiaoyi didn't hesitate this time, why didn't he learn, but he didn't like to owe others something for nothing.
"How about I bring you an ancient poem every day as a tuition fee?"
When he heard that there were ancient poems, Old Man Chen was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll cook you a meal for a poem. As for the things you want to learn, just treat it as a gift."
In Old Man Chen's heart, all his abilities are inferior to the food he cooks.
Only ancient poems could compare with his meals, and everything else was given to Ding Xiaoyi incidentally.
Anyway, these things cannot be taken away from birth or death. Being able to listen to a few more ancient poems before death is happier than anything else.
The skill of speaking.
The elbows in the steamer are almost ready.
Opening the steamer, steam suddenly filled the air.
Untie the lotus leaves on it, and the fragrance will be overflowing for a while.
The honey juice oozing from the honeycomb placed on top covers the elbow, making the ruddy skin of the elbow seem to be wrapped with a layer of crystal clear.
With a gentle pinch of bamboo chopsticks, the skin and flesh split apart, making it even tenderer than fish.
I was already so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, so I ate it in one bite.
The moderately soft skin slurped and slid down the tongue, as if the meat had already melted in the mouth before even chewing.
A unique fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves and bamboo, it tastes unique and fat but not greasy!
The texture of the lean meat below was moderately soft and glutinous, and his mouth was filled with oil.
In the union base.
Redding was working on the papers at hand.
At this time, a document from the alliance was placed on his desk.
After opening it, I saw photos of two people on it. At first glance, it turned out to be Chen Laohe...
"Damn it, why is this kid everywhere!"
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi holding his elbow and eating deliciously, Lei Ding couldn't help but swallow and spit.
I was envious and surprised at the two people in the photo.
What I envy is that after Mr. Chen retires, there are still people who can eat Mr. Chen’s food.
Surprisingly, the person with Mr. Chen was actually Ding Xiaoyi.
"Ignore him, Mr. Chen has retired. The union can't control it, and the alliance can't control it. It's not a big deal. According to the old rules, all losses will be recorded in the union's books!"
After writing down the instructions, Redding suddenly remembered something and picked up the document to look at it carefully.
When he saw that the location was actually Qingmang Mountain, Lei Ding was stunned for a moment.
But soon, as if he thought of something, his expression suddenly changed. He, who had always been calm, actually stood up from his chair with a loud noise and rushed out of the office without looking back.