Du Xiaochi knew who Chen Mo was talking about. He shook his head slightly, and replied with a bitter face, "I've thought of all my ideas." ”

"I'll take a look," Chen Mo didn't blame Du Xiaochi, took the long string of keys on the table, and walked straight to the cell.

A moment later, Chen Mo appeared in front of the No. 13 prison iron fence. Through the iron grille, you can clearly see a guy with long hair and messy body leaning against the wall, motionless, and the thumb-thick iron shackles wrapped around his body hang on the ground.

"Don't play dead, old madman. If you want to drink, it's not without discussion," Chen Mo opened the door of the prison and stepped in.

The man turned around slowly, casually brushed away the long hair covering his eyes, and said coldly: "In addition to ants biting feet, eels burrowing their stomachs, and bamboo sticks piercing their fingers, what other tricks do you have?" Little thief, you deliberately hid and let others rectify Lao Tzu, when Lao Tzu didn't know? ”

When the man asked Chen Mo, the hatred in his eyes had become a substance. Chen Mo didn't dare to look at him, and slightly avoided the old guy's gaze, Chen Mo sighed lightly.

"To say I don't know what you've been through is a lie. He is my brother, seeing that I am anxious, he is also angry, you are old, you should forgive and be more tolerant of the mistakes made by young people. ”

When the man heard Chen Mo's words, he was even more angry, his pale face turned red like a pig's liver, and he stared at Chen Mo viciously, and finally sighed lightly and turned around.

"You know what I want. I'm not interested in your past, and I won't ask you who you are, because what got caught here, none of that has anything to do with me. As long as you are willing to tell me the exercises, I promise you that I will give you a glass of wine every day. If you refuse, then forget it," Chen Mo finished speaking, stood for a while, and saw that the old man didn't react, so he turned around and walked out.

He didn't believe that a drunkard could resist the temptation of himself.

Although Chen Mo didn't ask the old madman about his hobbies, he secretly observed the old madman. When the prisoner in the cell diagonally opposite was drinking, the old madman's throat was moving, and his movements were subtle, which could be clearly seen by Chen Mo.

Just as Chen Mo's feet were about to step out of the cell, the old madman spoke, "Really? ”

Hooked. Chen Mo was ecstatic in his heart, and finally took the bait.

A month ago, this crazy old fellow was locked up in room C, and from time to time he screamed wildly, and the other prisoners accused him of being noisy and beat him, and the old madman did not realize it. The people who shot were all martial arts masters, and one punch could knock down a tree with the thickness of the bowl, and hit the old madman, and the old madman lost his sense of pain.

These were all secretly seen by Chen Mo. Until one night when the old madman had a cold and fever, and he was talking nonsense, Chen Mo rushed to hear the news and heard a few words from the old madman's mouth, "Xianmen", "Waste Dantian", "I hate", the astute Chen Mo was immediately excited.

He has been in this world for more than a year, and although he spends most of his time in the prison, the prison is also a concentration of sources from all over the world. Chen Mo had already learned from the mouths of those martial arts masters that people who practice martial arts are certainly respected everywhere, but there is still a type of people in this world who are high above the world, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find them, and that is immortal cultivators. Mastered the method of cultivating immortals, the immortal sword shot, can kill the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and the longevity is long, and it is not a dream to live for one or two hundred years.

After Chen Mo learned such news, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep for many nights. However, things are often like this, there are many people who know the fur, but there are few who really know the inside story.

Chen Mo ate and drank well for the prisoners who knew something, but the information he learned was pitiful. No martial arts master knows how to cultivate immortals, let alone know where the legendary immortal mountain is.

In the end, it was a prisoner who was good at using poison to tell Chen Mo the truth, if someone really cultivated the immortal law, how could he be easily caught by the government and sent here.

Chen Mo woke up like a dream. Although the immortal mountain exists, it is not something that ordinary people can find. Although the immortal method is powerful, it is not something that ordinary people can cultivate.

However, as a small civil servant from Blue Star, since Chen Mo knew about the existence of immortal cultivators, he was determined to find his own immortal path. No matter how he crossed over, since he came, then he had to work hard and embark on a different path in life.

In the face of the Avenue of Eternal Life, it is absolutely impossible for him to choose to lie flat.

Since the old madman had a fever and said nonsense that night, Chen Mo took the old madman's prison file and read it several times, and he could memorize the words on the file backwards.

The old madman didn't know where he came from, he took refuge in the rain at the door of a family surnamed Tu, and was kindly invited into the firewood house for temporary shelter, but after the old madman learned that the master's surname was Tu, he suddenly went crazy, and directly started to pick up the firewood knife on the ground, picked it up and cut several people, and was restrained by the master's family and sent to the government. During the interrogation, the old madman talked nonsense, which angered the cousin and sent him directly to Moshan Prison.

Chen Mo repeatedly approached the old madman, although the old madman didn't have a tael of silver in his pocket, let alone heard that he had relatives and friends, Chen Mo still sent him to the standard prison, waiting for him with good food and vegetables, and appeasing the old madman's emotions.

But whenever Chen Mo mentioned the cultivation of immortals, the old madman would be ferocious, punching and kicking Chen Mo, and even using his fingernails, leaving several scratches on Chen Mo's body.

If Sven's can't do it, then come ruthlessly. Under Chen Mo's instructions, Du Xiaochi sent the old madman back to the ordinary prison, and also used all kinds of shady punishments on the old madman (after all, the jailer has no power to execute), but the old madman is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. Not only did he survive Du Xiaochi's torture, but he even got a blessing in disguise and cleared his mind a lot.

Now that the old madman is willing to exchange the immortal cultivation method for wine, the excitement in Chen Mo's heart is simply indescribable.

"What you said is true?" Chen Mo's voice was trembling.

"Hehe," the old madman's knife-like gaze swept over Chen Mo's face, "The qualifications are not bad." Hehe, just don't regret it. ”

Chen Mo didn't hear what the old madman said at all, and even if he did, it was estimated that he wouldn't care. He trotted back to his lodgings, picked up two bags of wine, and trotted back to the cell.

"Say it, it's yours when you say it," Chen Mo took the old madman to the standard prison, took out the wine and raised it.

"I said," said the old madman, whose mood had never been calmer, as he raised the shackles in his hands, and the chains rattled on the ground.

After half a pillar of incense, the old madman stopped narrating and asked Chen Mo lightly, "Remember?" ”

"Remember," Chen Mo nodded seriously, he opened the shackles on the old madman's hands, threw the two bags of wine on the ground, and turned to leave.

The old madman looked at his back, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, which were covered by long hair.