In the courtyard, Ding Xiaoyi was lying on the sofa with moderate hardness and softness.

Peeling the wrapper of candy in one hand and holding the diary in the other.

A huge iron pot is being erected on top of a makeshift earth pit, and the flames burning below are gradually boiling the water in the pot until it boils.

The big head danced on the side from time to time, as if in its eyes, this was the new job that Ding Xiaoyi had prepared for himself.

Peel the candy and stuff it into the mouth of the meat ball at hand.

Looking at the brand-new fifth page in front of him, his expression became cautious.

Because there is a lot of information recorded on the fifth page.

So much so that he had to repeat each line three times.

April 28, 100 year of the Union calendar.

Wrong!

Wrong!

It's all wrong!

Damn, this old guy must be lying to me!

But he had no reason to tell me a false result.

I regret it.

I shouldn't have gambled with him in the first place.

Looking at this old guy's complacent appearance in front of me, it was obvious that he had won the bet, but I always felt that it was me who lost this time.

This was the first time the old man had said in his diary that he had lost a bet.

How to bet, but it was not written, judging from the time, a month has passed.

Looking at the short lines above, his heart suddenly felt a little heavy.

This page of the diary is not over yet, so I will continue to read patiently.

April 29, 100 year of the Union calendar.

I thought about it all night and eventually gave up on telling my old friend the answer.

The old guy was right.

Humanity has survived the catastrophe brought about by the Great Earthquake and nearly 30 years of chaos.

Trade unions and federations have put humanity back on the track of development for nearly 70 years.

But the understanding and research of psionic creatures is still too short.

This bend is the way to go, although it is wrong.

But to exist is to be reasonable,

I can't interfere with the process.

Otherwise, you will be considered crazy.

Either that, only a small percentage of the population accepts it.

That would only lead to a great breakdown in the unions.

It's the same thing with the Fallen Soul Rebellion 40 years ago.

April 31, 100 year of the Union calendar.

We've had some trouble, and I've seen a battle between a soul slayer and a fallen soul.

That old guy, like a tail following my ass.

Stand behind me and judge the gains and losses of this battle.

Well! As he said, the Spirit Remover is like a third-rate martial artist who only knows how to practice the basic skills, but does not know how to use them.

The Fallen Soul Master, on the other hand, is a swordsman who is bent on seeking speed, does not pay attention to any foundation, and takes the sword sideways.

The gap between the two will be completely distinguished only when a certain level is reached.

And before that, both were typical of mistakes.

There is only a difference in strength.

Spiritually, there is no difference.

At least in the face of the correct answer, there really is no difference between them.

After this battle, I'm going to find a place where no one is around and have a good time.

The old guy reached out and patted me on the shoulder a few times, as if something had been sucked away by him.

He said it was the smell of the yellow spring.

Pulling it away will save me a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, I'm too old...... It's so old...

The diary ends here.

Closing the diary, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and lay on the body of the meat ball.

From beginning to end, the diary does not mention what went wrong.

The old man, he recorded this information in his diary, but did not tell himself the answer directly.

Or, it's the answer, it's too subversive.

Or, that's the answer, he is not allowed to write it down.

Even if you write it down, I'm afraid it will become a mosaic like the previous contents.

Or both.

If I had been before, I would have questioned the authenticity of this diary.

However, after experiencing the incident of psionic essence, he had already believed the questions mentioned in the diary.

This mistake is not the wrong belief of the union.

It's the method.

The union is taking a detour, and whether the end of the detour is right or wrong.

It doesn't say anything in the diary.

The same is true for the Fallen Soul Master.

But as the saying goes, to exist is to be reasonable. 、

The smell of Huangquan mentioned in the diary is probably also contaminated with a lot on my body.

Perhaps it is this reason that makes it easy for me to encounter psionic cases.

I have long been mentally prepared for this, and blindly avoiding it will not work.

I still have to live, and I have to live in the sun like a normal person, instead of hiding myself in the corners of the hook, so that even if I survive, there is no meaning.

So he is more inclined to face it and enhance his strength.

As for the last sentence of the diary......

Grandpa is too old, but he is very young.

Is this a reminder to me?

When Ding Xiaoyi was thinking about it, he heard a hoarse inquiry from the [Acacia Snail] hanging on the wall.

"Are you in a daze and want to eat your fart??"

"Ahh

The sudden shout startled him, and when he looked up, he saw that the bad old man didn't know when he came, and was standing on the fence net, staring at him with a cold face.

"Uh-uh~~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm distracted!"

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly hid the diary behind him, waved his hand and motioned for the meat ball to swallow the diary first and hide it.

This small action naturally couldn't hide the old man's poisonous eyes, but after he just glanced at the black cover on the outside of the diary, he had no interest in asking.

waved his hand and motioned for Ding Xiaoyi to come over.

"The water in the pot has been boiled, you can put this into the water later, and when the water in the pot changes color, throw the Xuantong tortoise shell into it, and boil the tortoise shell all the time."

The old man said, threw himself a paper bag, opened it and looked at it, he didn't know what it was, it was black, and it exuded a very strong and pungent smell.

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flickered, and he thought for a while: "Uncle, I want to take off a piece of the tortoise shell, will it have any impact, no more than this big is enough!" ”

He gestured as he spoke.

It's about the size of a washbasin, but it's not even a tenth of the size compared to the tortoise shell of the Xuantong.

At best, one-twentieth.

"See that red crystal in the middle of the tortoiseshell? As long as you don't move that, it doesn't matter if you take off a piece elsewhere, but do you cut it open? ”

At this point, the old man's eyes narrowed into a slit.

Ding Xiaoyi pondered for a while, and the chainsaw he bought might be able to try.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the old man waved his hand: "Don't expect your things, when you cut it, the medicine will be timeless, and Lao Tzu's hard work will be in vain." ”

After speaking, the old man ignored Ding Xiaoyi and took out something from the bamboo frame.

The bronze sword body reflects a cold light, and the two ancient characters on the sword body seem to be more like a unique sound.

"Fish intestines!"

Looking at the fish intestine sword that the old man took out, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help blinking, and saw the old man pointing at his hand.

"Buzz!"

A cold light struck, making the hairs on his body stand up uncontrollably, as if most of the blood in his body was cold in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The sword came and went, but in the blink of an eye, it was back in the old man's hand.

At this time, I saw that a small opening on the tortoise shell of Xuantong was cut.

Just as he had just gestured to the size, the brown tortoiseshell fell to the ground, revealing the pale blue light inside the tortoiseshell.

"It's okay, it's a cub, if it's really an adult, I don't have a temper, hurry up, time waits for no one!"

The old man said and threw the fish intestine sword back into the bamboo basket.

Ding Xiaoyi woke up like a dream at this time, swallowed and spit, stared at the old man's bamboo basket, and wailed in his heart: "My fish intestine sword!" ”

With a grudge against a blood loss.

Walk quickly to the iron pot and throw all the powder the old man gave him into the pot.

Soon the water in the iron pot began to smell special.

It doesn't smell when it is said to stink, and it is not fragrant when it is said to be fragrant.

It's just that the smell is very choking.

As it boils, the water in the pot starts to turn black and gets darker and darker.

"Quick, quick! Throw the tortoise shell in. ”

Ding Xiaoyi commanded the big head and asked him to throw the tortoise shell into the iron pot.

The big head looked at the big iron pot in front of him with an aggrieved face.

(?????? ︿??????)

It's a pity, such a good job......

The huge tortoise shell was thrown into the pot, and the iron-like shell quickly dissolved in the pot.

As the tortoise shell dissolved, the soup in the pot became more viscous.

"Gollum!"

There were big bubbles in the pot, Ding Xiaoyi looked back at the old man from time to time, and found that the old man was squatting outside the fence, kneading the tobacco into a ball in his hand and stuffing it into the smoke pot.

With a wipe of his fingers, the smoke pot burned brightly, and after the tobacco inside was carbonized, he took a deep breath.

It seems that he also senses that Ding Xiaoyi is anxious.

After taking two puffs, he said, "Don't worry, wait." ”

Seeing that the old man looked calm and relaxed, he was no longer in a hurry, and took advantage of this gap to come forward and ask: "Uncle, inquire, do you say there is anything special about the gold here?" ”

"Gold!"

The old man glanced at the mountains of gold in his yard.

"Nothing special, just ordinary gold!"

"Doom...... I mean, if this gold leaves the Yellow Springs, will it have any bad effect on the outside? ”

The old man glanced at Ding Xiaoyi.

Smash it, smash the cigarette holder on your mouth: "These gold are ordinary gold, just like your people, they are ordinary people, but the gold has been soaked in the Yellow Spring for too long, and it has been contaminated with the smell of the Yellow Spring, and it will disperse after a long time." ”

"The smell of yellow springs ......"

He pondered the old man's words, which had been mentioned more than once in his diary.

But what is the breath of the Yellow Spring, and what is its effect?

But he didn't know, just when he was thinking about how to trick the old man, he asked about it.

The old man suddenly took a cigarette stick and put Ding Xiaoyi on it: "What are you doing stupidly, hurry up, this is going to be done, hurry up and take off your clothes!" ”

Undressing?

He glared and looked back at the old man: "Do you want to take it off??" ”

The old man's eyes widened wider than his: "Nonsense, if you don't take off your clothes, how can you get into the pot." ”