When old man Chen hummed a little tune and walked leisurely down the mountain.
The bamboo basket in his hand is already filled with all kinds of delicacies and game.
Fresh wild eggs, some headless venomous snakes, and two thick-looking ox tails.
As well as some mushrooms, wild vegetables, autumn bamboo shoots (square bamboo shoots), etc.
There was a big basket full. It seemed that the old man had wandered around in the mountains and really regarded this mountain as his own vegetable market.
When they reached the pond, they saw that Ding Xiaoyi was still thinking about it.
Old man Chen took out an egg from the bamboo basket and threw it into the pool.
"Plop!" a sound.
The egg fell into the pool, and the big fish opened its mouth and swallowed the egg. But at this moment, Old Man Chen hooked his finger, and the big fish was involuntarily pulled out of the water by a force.
The thick tail stirred up waves on the water, but no matter how hard it struggled, it seemed to be in vain.
Ding Xiaoyi stood aside, with a cold light in his eyes, using the power of spiritual energy.
I saw a fishing line made of spiritual energy wrapped around Old Man Chen's finger.
A thin strand, as thin as a hair.
He could feel that there was very little spiritual energy on it, very little.
But with such a small amount of spiritual power, the big fish couldn't struggle no matter how hard it tried.
At this time, Old Man Chen picked it up with his fingers and saw that the egg that had just been swallowed by the big fish was spit out from the fish's mouth. Old Man Chen held it on his fingertips and carefully put it back into the bamboo basket.
Only then did Old Chen look directly at himself.
"Quantity leads to qualitative change, but that is the path of mediocrity. Although your spiritual power is high, the available methods are ridiculously bad. Try to integrate your thinking into your spiritual power, and let this power become a weapon."
A knife, a sword, a piece of silk, a shield!"
For the first time, Old Man Chen patiently explained the use of psychic energy.
If this were placed in a trade union, it would definitely be top-notch teaching, something that the old man has spent his whole life trying to figure out.
Although there are methods for controlling psychic abilities in the guild, the real subtleties may not be clear to the teachers responsible for explaining them.
Because they themselves dare not say that they can achieve the level of picking leaves, killing people, and having psychic abilities like Mr. Chen.
In terms of application, holding on to death is just a simple way of releasing psychic energy, causing a certain degree of lethality.
But even so, it is already an incredible method.
At this time, Mr. Chen's explanation was completely different.
He can twist weak spiritual energy into a hair as thin as a hair, but it is more resilient than a steel wire.
At Old Man Chen's level, he is already the top master among humans.
Even without the assistance of psychic creatures, there aren't necessarily a few people in the union who can do anything to him.
The only thing that is regrettable is...
The stronger the strength, the deeper the toxins in Chen Lao's body.
"Integrate your thoughts into spiritual energy. If you have strength, will and belief, you will never be able to control your spiritual energy!"
Old Man Chen's words made Ding Xiaoyi fall into deep thought.
He did not doubt whether what Old Man Chen said was correct. This was the power he had spent his life exploring.
"Integrating thoughts into spiritual energy..."
After pondering this sentence over and over for a while, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and tried it as if he didn't understand it.
When Old Man Chen saw this, he ignored him and walked out of the woods with the basket and started cooking.
Just when he walked out of the woods, old man Chen looked at the sea of flowers in front of him, and suddenly his eyesight turned black.
A strong feeling of dizziness hit him, causing him to sit down on the ground.
In his daze, he seemed to have heard the approaching footsteps of the God of Death.
After five or six minutes, the dizziness gradually lessened, and white light emerged from the darkness in front of his eyes, gradually allowing him to regain his vision.
He took out the spiritual energy essence from his arms and took two small sips before feeling that the feeling of powerlessness subsided like a tide.
Pat the dirt on your body and lift the vegetable basket.
"It looks like time is really running out!"
Old man Chen thought to himself that he might not be able to hold on for too long.
As for how much this kid can learn from himself, it depends on his own destiny.
In the pool, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and tried to integrate his thoughts into spiritual energy.
But after several attempts, I found that the effect was minimal.
This result is not surprising at all.
I am not a peerless genius, nor am I a chosen one.
Even if Old Man Chen is unparalleled in the world, it would be crazy to say that after listening to his explanation, he had a sudden enlightenment and directly cultivated magical skills.
However, Old Man Chen's words gave me a lot of inspiration and conjecture.
What are psychic creatures?
Those who have reached the evil spirit level, or even the disaster spirit level or above, don’t know.
However, I came into contact with wounded spirits and spirit-level, psionic creatures some time ago.
One is the pipa, and the other is the necklace.
Both of them have a common characteristic, which is that there is a strong obsession left on the object.
So after coming into contact with gold that was stained with the aura of underworld, he immediately became a psychic creature.
If this is the case, then if human will is integrated into psychic energy, what will be the difference between them and psychic creatures?
The diary also said that the way the union treats psychic creatures is a mistake.
Wang Jialiang is already experimenting with the correct method.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to see the results in a short time.
But now I should be able to verify my thoughts from the side.
Taking out the jade ring and holding it in his hand, Ding Xiaoyi tried to inject his thoughts and ideas into the jade ring mixed with spiritual energy.
"Ouch!! Master, you are so sudden, I am so shy..."
Faced with Ding Xiaoyi's sudden energy injection, the jade finger made a strange cry.
"Stop talking nonsense and cooperate with me!"
After Ding Xiaoyi finished speaking, a special feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
As if in an instant, he had mastered all the abilities of the jade finger. He spread his palm and waved it, and a wisp of smoke came out. Following his own thoughts, the smoke instantly transformed into the appearance of Old Man Chen.
This is one of the abilities of Jade Wrench Zhi. It was this method that Jade Wrench Zhi used to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Then my heart moved, and there was a burst of noise in my ears.
The sound came from far away, not from beside him, but from the sound around the scarred face. When his thoughts followed the sound, he chased it.
Suddenly there was a burst of red lights and green shadows, and in the swaying dance hall, Scarface was sitting on the sofa, editing a text message.
After Ding Xiaoyi glanced at it, he saw that the above information appeared accurately in his sight.
[The exchange meeting officially begins at 1 a.m. the day after tomorrow. The entrance slogan is Cicada 1033. Please be sure not to be late.]
"Exchange!"
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a strange color for a moment. He noted the time and planned to find an opportunity to go in and take a look. It would be best if he could sell the [Ghost Oyster Mother] he had.
Soon, Ding Xiaoyi's consciousness withdrew from the jade ring finger.
At this time, I heard Yu Wan twisting his fingers and saying to Ding Xiaoyi: "Master, please say hello next time so that I can be prepared."
Unable to stand the twitching tone of Jade Ring, he coughed twice: "Ahem, be careful next time!"
After saying that, he ignored the jade ring and carefully experienced the feeling just now.
It used to be passive use, now it is active use.
The difference between the two is very big.
I believe Wang Jialiang feels this way, so he needs women's clothing to satisfy his psychic creature and make the psychic creature fit him better.
Fortunately, I don't need to go to such trouble.
After soaking in the water for a while and trying a few times, Ding Xiaoyi jumped out of the pool, put on his clothes and walked to Mr. Chen.
In front of a flower field, the lamb leg on the grill has been roasted to a golden color, and drops of mutton fat are bubbling in the gaps between the skin and flesh.
When the mutton oil drips onto the charcoal, it makes a "sizzling" sound, and the aroma is overflowing, making your mouth water.
At this time, Mr. Chen smiled coldly: "Your fish is still in the pool. I want to eat roasted leg of lamb, hum~"
I saw Mr. Chen talking, holding a leaf between his fingers, and with a slight stroke, he cut off a large piece of mutton like a knife, put it in his mouth and slowly enjoyed it.
Then he handed a leaf to Ding Xiaoyi, indicating that he should do the same.
After taking the leaves, I tried it several times. Either the leaves were crushed into powder or it didn't work at all.
As a result, after struggling for half an hour, I didn't even get a bite of the mutton in my mouth.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the roasted lamb leg eagerly, raised his finger and said: "An ancient poem!"
Old Man Chen's eyes widened, he shook his head and said, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he raised two fingers: "Two songs!"
"make a deal!"
He agreed without even thinking about it. Let alone two poems, even five poems would be fine. The poetry collection in his hand contained at least a thousand ancient poems, and one dish after another would be enough for him to eat for several years.
of.
As he said that, he took the lamb leg off the grill, tore off a large piece and put it in his mouth.
The already roasted lamb leg, the golden skin on the outside turns out to be crispy and sweet when you take one bite. When paired with the fragrant lamb inside, it is simply a dance of taste buds.
Old man Chen was startled and looked at his two fingers.
Suddenly, I had the urge to slap myself. If I had known that he agreed so readily, I should have asked for five...no, ten poems.
Unfortunately, lamb legs have become Ding Xiaoyi's delicacy.
Old man Chen had no choice but to remove the charcoal on the ground and dig up the soil. Under the soil, he saw two small bags wrapped in lotus leaves.
After opening it, the snake meat inside came out with a strange fragrance.
At first, Ding Xiaoyi was a little uncomfortable with the fragrance, but after sniffing it for a while, he felt that the fragrance became more and more fragrant.
When I ate the lamb leg again, I felt the taste was a bit different.
It's a pity that the way Old Man Chen stared at me without eating it made it clear that he was tempting himself.
As if to say: "Come on, come on and beg me, come on and let me kill you hard!"
Faced with the temptation of Old Man Chen,
Ding Xiaoyi, however, held the leg of lamb and waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll bring you ancient poems tomorrow!"
Looking at Ding Xiaoyi walking away, Old Man Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed for a while.
"Hey, you little bastard, is it difficult for me to kill you? Hey, people's hearts are not as good as they used to be these days!"
After saying that, he suddenly laughed at himself, feeling that the more he lived, the more he would go back to his old days, and even the younger generation would be bullied.
"It would be great if I could live another year!"
Looking at the sky, Old Man Chen sighed with regret,
He stood up and walked towards the back mountain, planning to dig out his own grave today...