I have a room in Huangquan

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Ding Xiaoyi stood at the side, with a cold light in his eyes, using the power of psionic energy to make a move.

I saw a fishing line made of psionic energy wrapped around old man Chen's finger.

A thin strand, as slender as a strand of hair.

He could feel that the psionic energy on it was very little, very little.

But with such a little bit of spiritual energy, no matter how big Yu tried his best, he couldn't struggle.

At this time, old man Chen raised his finger, and saw the egg that was swallowed by the big fish just now spit out from the fish's mouth, was pinched by old man Chen's fingertips, and carefully put it back into the bamboo basket.

At this moment, old man Chen turned his eyes squarely on himself.

"Large quantity produces qualitative change, but that's the path of mediocrity. Although your psychic power is high, the methods you can use are outrageously bad. Try to integrate your thinking into psychic power, so that this power can become a force. A knife, a sword, a silk, a shield!"

For the first time, old man Chen patiently explained about the use of spiritual power.

If this is placed in the trade union, it is definitely a top-notch teaching, and it is something the old man has spent his entire life groping for.

Although there are methods of controlling psionic abilities in the trade union, the real subtleties in them may not be clear to the teachers responsible for explaining them.

Because they didn't dare to say that they could achieve the level of picking leaves and killing people like Old Chen, and their psychic powers changed.

To die, in terms of application, it is simply to release the spiritual energy to cause a certain amount of lethality.

But even so, it is already a great means.

At this time, Chen Lao's explanation was completely different from it.

He can knead the weak psionic energy into a strand as thin as a hair, but more resilient than a steel wire.

At the level of old man Chen, he is already a top human being.

Even without the assistance of psychic creatures, speaking of which, there may not be many people in the trade union who can do nothing to him.

Just the only pity.

The stronger the strength, the deeper the poison in Chen Lao's body.

"Integrate your thoughts into psionic energy. If you have no will and faith in your strength, you will never be able to control your psionic energy!"

Old man Chen's words made Ding Xiaoyi fall into deep thought.

He didn't doubt whether what old man Chen said was correct or not. This was the strength he had explored with his life.

"Integrating Thoughts into Psionic Energy"

After pondering over this sentence for a while, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and tried it, half understanding.

Seeing this, old man Chen ignored him, walked out of the woods with a basket and started cooking.

It's just that when he just walked out of the woods, old man Chen looked at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, and suddenly his eyes turned black.

A strong dizziness hit him, causing him to sit down on the ground.

In a trance, it seemed as if he had heard the approaching footsteps of the god of death.

After five or six minutes, the dizziness gradually eased, and white light gushed out of the darkness in front of him, gradually allowing him to regain his vision.

He took out the psionic essence from his bosom, and after taking two small mouthfuls, he felt the sense of powerlessness subside like a tide.

Pat the dirt on his body and lift up the vegetable basket.

"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 good fortune.

In the pool, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes, trying to integrate his thoughts into spiritual energy.

But after several attempts, the effect was found to be negligible.

This result is not surprising at all.

I am not a peerless genius, nor is I a chosen person.

Even if old man Chen is unparalleled in the world, but if he said that after listening to his explanation, he suddenly realized it and directly cultivated it, that would be called hell.

However, what old man Chen said gave me a lot of inspiration and speculation.

What are psionic beings?

Those who have reached the level of evil spirits, or even catastrophe spirits, do not know themselves.

But the wounded spirit and the spiritual level, psionic creatures, I came into contact with two some time ago.

One is the lute, and the other is the necklace.

Both have a common feature, that is, there is a strong obsession left on the object.

So after coming into contact with the gold tainted with the breath of the underworld, he immediately became a spiritual creature.

If this is the case, then what is the difference between human beings and psionic creatures if their will is integrated into psionic energy? ?

The diary also said that the way the union treated psionic creatures was a mistake.

Wang Jialiang is already experimenting with the correct method.

It's a pity that I can't see the result in a short time.

But right now, I should be able to verify my thoughts from the side.

Taking out the jade finger and holding it in his hand, Ding Xiaoyi tried to inject his thoughts and thoughts, mixed with a wave of spiritual energy, into the jade finger.

"Oh!! Master, I am so shy when you are so sudden"

Facing Ding Xiaoyi's sudden energy injection, Yupanzhi let out a strange cry.

"Stop talking nonsense and cooperate with me!"

After Ding Xiaoyi finished speaking, a special feeling rushed into his heart.

It seemed that he had mastered all the abilities of the jade wrench in an instant. He spread out his palm and waved it, and a wisp of smoke gushed out. Following his own will, the smoke instantly changed into the appearance of an old man Chen.

This is one of the abilities of Yu Razhi. At the beginning, Yu Razhi used this method to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Then my heart moved, and there was a noise in my ears.

The sound came from far away, it wasn't near him, but the sound around the scarred face, when his thoughts chased after the sound.

There was a flash of red lights and green shadows in front of my eyes. In the shaking 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 in his sight without any mistakes.

At 1 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, the exchange meeting will officially start, and the admission slogan is Cicada 1033, so please don't be late.

"Exchange!"

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flickered with strangeness for a moment, he took note of the time, and planned to find a chance to go in and have a look at that time, it would be best if he could sell the oyster mother in his hand.

Soon, Ding Xiaoyi's consciousness withdrew from the jade finger.

At this time, I heard Yu Tuan twitching and said to Ding Xiaoyi: "Master, next time you say hello, so that I can prepare myself."

Unable to bear Yutuo's twitchy tone, he coughed twice: "Ahem, pay attention next time!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the jade wrench finger and carefully experienced the feeling just now.

In the past, it was used passively, but now it is used actively.

The difference between the two is huge.

I believe that Wang Jialiang feels this way, so he needs women's clothing to satisfy his psionic creatures and make them more suitable for him.

Fortunately, I don't need to be so troublesome.

After soaking in the water for a while, after trying several times, Ding Xiaoyi jumped out of the pool, put on his clothes, and walked to Mr. Chen's side.

In front of a field of flowers, the leg of lamb on the grill has been roasted golden, with drops of lamb fat bubbling in the gap between the skin and flesh.

When the mutton oil drips onto the charcoal, there is a sound of "nourishing", and the aroma is overflowing, making your mouth water.

At this time, Mr. Chen smiled coldly: "Your fish is still in the pool, and you want to eat roast leg of lamb, hehe."

As Chen Lao said, holding a leaf between his fingers, he cut off a large piece of mutton like a knife, and slowly enjoyed it in his mouth.

Then he handed a leaf to Ding Xiaoyi, indicating that he would do the same.

After taking the leaves, I tried several times by myself, either the leaves were broken into powder, or it didn't work at all.

As a result, after tossing and tossing for half an hour, I didn't even eat a bite of mutton.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi twitched the corner of his mouth, looked eagerly at the roast leg of lamb, raised his finger and said, "An ancient poem!"

Old man Chen stared, shook his head and said, his eyes became a line, and raised two fingers: "Two!"

"make a deal!"

He agreed without even thinking about it, not to mention two, even five is fine, the book of poems in his hand, at least a thousand ancient poems, one dish, enough for him to eat for several years without repeating the same of.

As he said that, he took the leg of lamb off the grill, tore off a large piece and put it in his mouth.

The leg of lamb that has been roasted, the golden skin on the outside is crispy and sweet, and it is a dance on the taste buds when paired with the fragrant lamb inside.

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 promised so readily, I should have asked for five wrongs and ten poems.

It's a pity that the leg of lamb has become a delicacy in Ding Xiaoyi's hands.

Old man Chen had no choice but to push aside the charcoal on the ground and dig up the soil. Under the soil, there were two small bags wrapped in lotus leaves.

After opening it, the snake meat inside emitted a strange fragrance.

Ding Xiaoyi was a little uncomfortable with the scent at first, but after smelling it for a while, he felt that the scent became more and more fragrant.

If you eat lamb shank again, you will feel that the taste is a bit worse.

It's a pity to see the old man Chen, holding it and not eating it, just staring at himself, making it clear that he is tempting himself.

It seemed to be saying: "Come on, come and beg me, come and let me kill you hard!"

Facing the temptation of old man Chen,

Ding Xiaoyi was holding the leg of lamb and waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll bring you the ancient poem tomorrow!"

Looking at Ding Xiaoyi going 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 old these days!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly laughed at himself, feeling that the more he lived, the more he would go back, and even the juniors would be bullied.

"If only I could live another year, that would be great!"

Looking at the sky, old man Chen sighed full of regret,

He stood up and walked towards the back of the mountain, intending to dig out his own grave today

Chapter 121: People sit at home

A whole roast leg of lamb was gnawed clean by myself before walking down the mountain.

After returning home, Ding Xiaoyi tried to call his old senior Miao Renfeng.

But no one answered the phone, and it was only after a while that I replied to myself a text message.

I'm sorry Xiaoyi, I'm too busy here, maybe I won't be able to come out for a while, I will reply to you in two days!

Just as I thought, after the old senior gave him the money, he didn't plan to come here at all.

The so-called class reunion is probably a cover for his nonsense.

The purpose is to send the money to yourself, the amount is not much, [-] alliance coins.

This senior's family is not rich, more than 2 yuan, I am afraid it is not a small sum.

"It seems that we still need to find a chance to return it to him."

Ding Xiaoyi pondered, waiting for the next so-called exchange meeting to see why this senior joined this Lost Mansion.

It's okay for others, but this old senior, I can't let him go to the evil way in a daze.

After tidying up the room, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open a gap, and the police chief stepped in, jumped up into Ding Xiaoyi's arms.