I have a room in Huangquan

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After putting in so much effort, how could it be possible to do something like this all of a sudden.

He couldn't figure out the reason.

Old man Chen didn't mean to explain, just pulled him to sit aside, and picked off a leaf: "Look, the veins on these leaves also exist in the human body, and if spiritual energy is injected into it, even a leaf can Become a sharp weapon for killing!"

"Old man, why did you suddenly remember to tell me this?"

There is no free lunch in the world, old man Chen suddenly began to teach himself about the use of spiritual energy.

Although I benefited a lot from it, teaching myself these things for no reason always felt a little unrealistic.

The elbow was bought by myself in exchange for poetry.

You can eat with peace of mind.

But these things are not like that. Free things are the most expensive.

So it's better to ask yourself about some things.

Old man Chen was taken aback, and after thinking for a while, he actually didn't know why he taught Ding Xiaoyi these things.

Do you cherish talents?

Well, maybe.

But there are a lot of geniuses in the trade union. If you want to teach, the trade union will send you any kind of genius you want.

The young man in front of him is just stronger than ordinary people.

But compared with genius, it is still far behind.

The children of the second generation, or even the third generation of spiritual masters, have stronger psionic abilities from generation to generation.

Some children have inherited the talents and psychic abilities of their parents, and have been gifted beyond ordinary psychic masters since they were young.

The reason why ordinary people don't know is that the trade union is deliberately hiding it.

But there is no shortage of resources that should be available.

After thinking about it, old man Chen suddenly laughed at himself: "I'm old, I'm old, my brain is not working anymore!"

Looking at Ding Xiaoyi, a pair of big eyes have been deeply sunken, and wrinkles are carved on the weather-beaten face, as if recording the changes of human beings in these years.

"It may be that people are dying and always want to leave something behind. If you learn it, take it away, and if you don't learn it, forget it."

"what!"

He didn't expect old man Chen to come up with such an answer after thinking for a long time.

I was a little dazed for a while, looked up and down, and felt that with this old man's physique, it would not be a problem to live for more than ten years.

"Old man, aren't you joking? With your skill just now, you can live to the age of 99 at least."

Old man Chen glared at him angrily: "I'm 98 this year!"

Ding Xiaoyi: "..."

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's bewildered expression, old man Chen laughed out loud instead, and waved his hand to show that he didn't mean to blame him.

Just took out a small bottle from his pocket.

"Psionic essence!"

Seeing this bottle, Ding Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat. The light blue liquid was shining brightly, and there was still a lot of liquid, which was more than what he had absorbed last time.

Old man Chen was not surprised that Ding Xiaoyi could call out the name of this thing.

After all, it will be taught in the training class.

Shaking the bottle in his hand, he said in a low voice, "This is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing. It's better than fine nectar and jade wine, and worse than poisonous arsenic. My body is already broken, and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter."

While talking, he unscrewed the bottle cap again, and drank heavily into the bottle.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi wanted to stop it, but it was too late. After taking a big sip of the booze, old man Chen's mental state immediately improved greatly.

But he knew very well that old man Chen was drinking poison to quench his thirst.

The essence of psionic energy is indeed not drunk like this.

I know it very well, and I have even seen the highly poisonous precipitate in the psionic essence with my own eyes.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, is there no other way for the trade union? After all, for a master like you, the trade union has no reason, so let's just die."

Old man Chen was startled, and looked at the tall buildings behind the jungle in front of him.

"In this world, where are there any masters? Masters always hide in sparsely populated places."

Regarding old man Chen's non-questionable answer, Ding Xiaoyi asked: "That means, there is still salvation."

Old man Chen never answered him, but asked instead: "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 anything for nothing.

"I'll bring you an ancient poem every day, how about the tuition fee?"

When he heard that there were still ancient poems, old man Chen was overjoyed and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I'll cook you a meal for one poem, and as for what you want to learn, just treat it as a gift."

In old man Chen's heart, all the abilities in him are inferior to the dishes he cooks.

Only the ancient poems can be compared with his meals, as for the others, they are all given to Ding Xiaoyi as an incidental gift.

Anyway, these things are not born and cannot be taken away after death, and I am happier than anything else when I can hear a few more ancient poems when I am dying.

The skill of speaking.

The elbow in the steamer is almost done.

Open the steamer, and the steam immediately fills the air.

Untie the lotus leaves above, and the fragrance will overflow for a while.

The honey oozes from the honeycomb placed on top covers the elbow, making the ruddy skin of the elbow as clear as crystal covered with a layer of management.

When the bamboo chopsticks are gently clamped, the skin and flesh are split, softer than fish.

I was already hungry so my chest stuck to my back, and I ate it in one bite.

The soft and rotten skin slid down the tongue with a squeak, before even chewing, as if the meat had already melted in the mouth.

A unique fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves and bamboo, it tastes special, and it is fat but not greasy!

And the taste of the lean meat below is moderately soft and glutinous, and his mouth is full of oil when he eats it.

In the union base.

Redding was processing the documents in his hand.

At this time, a document from the league was placed on his desk.

After opening it, I saw a photo of two people on it, and at first glance, it turned out to be Old Chen and...

"Damn, why is there such a kid everywhere!"

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's delicious expression holding his elbow, Lei Ding couldn't stop swallowing and spitting.

For the two people in the photo, I was envious and surprised at the same time.

What I envy is that after Mr. Chen retired, there are still people who can eat Mr. Chen's meals.

Surprisingly, the person with Mr. Chen was actually Ding Xiaoyi.

"Don't care about him, Mr. Chen has already retired. The union can't manage it, the alliance can't control it, and it's not a big deal. According to the old rules, all losses will be taken from the union's account!"

After writing down the instructions, Redding suddenly remembered something, and picked up the document to take a closer look.

After seeing that the location was Qingmang Mountain, Lei Ding was stunned.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, his expression suddenly changed. He, who had always been calm, stood up from his chair with a bang, and rushed out of the office without looking back.

Chapter 1 Twelve: Formula Practice

Early the next morning, when it was just dawn.

After Ding Xiaoyi had breakfast and cleaned up the yard inside and out, he got up early and went to Qingmang Mountain.

In fact, he also thought about inviting old man Chen to live here.

But as soon as this matter comes, I need to say hello to Madam Zhang.

Secondly, old man Chen doesn't seem to plan to go back to the urban area, to put it in his own words.

There are not many days left, so let's take a look at the scenery and make a good grave for myself.

Of course, there are also my own inconveniences, and I still have to go back to Huangquan every night.

More people, more restraints, even for a dying person like old man Chen, he never wants to reveal his secret.

After climbing Qingmang Mountain, old man Chen took himself to a place first. On the back of the mountain, there was a pool with a waterfall on it.

The sound of running water splashed down.

The water droplets splashed on the cheeks, like snowflakes on the face.

"Go down, use your spiritual power, and lift up a big rock from below!"

If you were someone else, you might hesitate a bit because it was too cold after all.

If this goes down, it is estimated that it will be terribly frozen.

But this is not difficult for me.

A biting chill hit, it was already autumn, and the spring water in the mountains was even colder.

However, after my body was strengthened by Xuantong's tortoise shell, instead of feeling pain, I felt that the coldness was very pleasant and comfortable.

Old man Chen was sitting on a rock beside him, holding in both hands the poems sent by Ding Xiaoyi today.

Qinyuanchun Changsha recited silently.

After reciting the last three paragraphs, old man Chen pondered over and over again as if in a daze.

"The eagle hits the sky, the fish flies in the shallow bottom,

Thousands of frost-day competitions are free.

Feeling melancholy, I asked the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs. "

Three simple sentences, but it seems like a painting with splashed ink, showing a magnificent mountain and river in full view.

It's just that after repeating it to myself, I feel that the last three sentences are also what I thought and did.

It's a pity that I am old now, and now I am an eagle with its wings broken, and a fish entering the shallows.

"teacher!"

At this time, behind old man Chen, the woods were parted, and Leiding came up with two medical soldiers.

"Teacher, these two are the top medical experts in the base, just let them have a look."

As Lei Ding said, the two people behind him stepped forward, carrying various testing instruments, and began to examine old man Chen.

Old man Chen also ignored them, and let the two of them toss about freely, holding a piece of poetry in their hands, fascinated, and even turned a blind eye to Leiding.

After a while, the two medical experts looked at the test results on the instrument, looked at each other, turned towards Reading and shook their heads.

He didn't say anything, but it was sharper than words.

For a moment, Reading's face flickered. These two are the best medical experts in the base. If they both feel that there is no hope, then they can only invite the top experts in the union.

"Don't worry about it. After so many years, the trade union can save it. It has been saved long ago."

Old Chen carefully put away the poems in his hands.

Perhaps this is the only thing he can bring into the grave.

Redding was not convinced, and stepped forward and shouted: "But it can still be saved, isn't it? I heard that the vice president of the trade union has been creating a special medical team for the injured like you, teacher. You can go to Try it!"

Looking at the red-faced middle-aged man in front of him, Mr. Chen hadn't seen him for a long time, and Leiding would show a worried expression.

"You go, I've retired, I only taught you Sinology for a while, there's no need to call me a teacher."

Mr. Chen waved his hand, indicating that Leiding could leave.

"Teacher, you really don't"