During the meal, Du Xiaochi wanted to talk to Chen Mo a few times, but when he saw Chen Mo's eyebrows locked, he swallowed his words after thinking about it.

Chen Mo was indeed extremely distressed.

Under the guidance of the old madman, when he practiced qi into his body, he couldn't find a path at first, but at that time, the mutation was drastic, and Chen Mo suddenly found that he could see the situation in his body clearly, and in his dantian, he didn't know when there was an extra gray slate. It's long, and it seems to have a pattern on it. However, no matter how you look at the pattern, you can't see it clearly.

Not long after the gray stone slab appeared, Chen Mo found that he was like a divine help, and easily sucked the spiritual energy from the outside world into his body.

Gray slate, is it the golden finger that came to this world by yourself?

He wasn't sure that his qi cultivation into the body had an inevitable connection with the gray stone slab, and having a golden finger was always great news for Chen Mo. Those traversers came to another world, they all had golden fingers, and now, they also have one.

Just when the old madman was learning all kinds of difficulties in the immortal world to Chen Mo, Chen Mo still looked inside the dantian from time to time, and he wanted to find the specific use of the gray stone slab. The gray slate came for no reason, and I had to find out what it was used for.

However, no matter how Chen Mo observed, the gray stone slab was always lying there quietly, without any movement. On the gray stone slab, there is no handwriting, only some faint patterns. It seems that there can't be a heaven-defying exercise on it.

No matter how Chen Mo observed, the gray stone slab never moved, neither had the intention of turning it over and letting Chen Mo look the same, nor did he have the slightest intention of becoming Chen Mo's help.

My gold finger, is it scrapped?

finally had a golden finger, but the golden finger was useless, this discovery made Chen Mo frustrated.

If it weren't for being wary of the old madman, Chen Mo even wanted to tell the old madman about the gray stone slab in the dantian. Multiple people, always one more idea.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Mo decided to ignore the gray slate for now. It was useless, and it didn't seem to be a threat to itself. In that case, let it be there.

As for expelling the gray stone slab from the dantian, Chen Mo thought about it, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything. It's okay to see, and if you want to move, you can only think about it.

Chen Mo is not a person who likes to drill the horns of the bull, working in the prison on the blue star, he has long been accustomed to a lonely life and knows how to relieve loneliness. If people can't change the external environment, then adapt to it first, slowly find the right way, and make themselves better.

As a jailer, Chen Mo naturally couldn't be pure, and the study of thick black had long been integrated into his bones. He has a lot of behavior, which can be regarded as vicious. For example, he knocked out the bones and marrow of the prisoners, squeezing out the last drop of their blood. But Chen Mo also has his own bottom line, and this bottom line is that if others are good to him, he will also reciprocate, and even more.

So when Du Xiaochi came over and asked if he wanted to continue to take measures against the old madman, Chen Mo resolutely stopped it.

"He's old and in poor health, let him continue to stay in the standard prison, and we should lose our business rights," Chen Mo sighed, "He wants to eat some meat and drink some wine, and satisfy him all." ”

"Okay," Du Xiaochi never thought much about it when he implemented Chen Mo's decision. As far as he is concerned, Chen Mo will do the things that use his brain, and the hands-on work is his.

Life passed peacefully, and a new prisoner came to the C-shaped prison. Chen Mo hit the newcomer with his idea again, and as for the old madman, he didn't care about it anymore.

Of course, during this period, Chen Mo would find time to practice every night. At the same time, he also taught Du Xiaochi the method of practicing qi into the body. Du Xiaochi was overjoyed and happily went to practice, but he never found the feeling that Chen Mo said.

Chen Mo was going very well. He gradually figured out a little experience, every time he practiced qi into his body, those spiritual qi would accumulate in his dantian little by little, the amount was very small, but it could be felt by Chen Mo. Every time he practiced until there was a feeling of stagnation in his body's tendons, Chen Mo would stop in time.

Before practicing the Immortal Cultivation Technique, Chen Mo had practiced the Martial Arts Technique. Under the teachings of those martial arts masters, Chen Mo had already understood the truth that it was too much.

Blindly practicing penance is not necessarily a good thing, and it may even damage the muscles and veins.

Rao is like this, every night Chen Mo's practice time still reaches two pillars of incense.

Practicing the immortal cultivation method is really different from the martial arts exercise. Chen Mo found that his mental state was getting better and better, not to mention, his body also became lighter, his ears and eyes were clear, he could hear the voices in the distance, and he could see the gaps in the surrounding high walls clearly. When Du Xiaochi walked up to him, Chen Mo could even count the amount of hair on this guy's chin that turned black.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen," Du Xiaochi trotted to Chen Mo's room.

"What's the flustered about? We are jailers, and we must have a demeanor when we talk, walk, and eat," Chen Mo was carrying a brush and practicing calligraphy on a stack of paper. It used to be a newspaper to practice calligraphy, but now it has been changed to an open and discarded briefcase.

"Old madman, old madman doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore," Du Xiaochi gasped.

"No more?" The pen in Chen Mo's hand flickered, and a drop of ink fell onto the paper, which quickly spread and became a small black circle.

"He, he asked you to go over, I have something to explain to you," Du Xiaochi's words were not finished, and Chen Mo rushed out in a hurry.

"Hehe, Brother Chen, what about the walking style you are talking about?" Du Xiaochi looked at Chen Mo's back and asked happily.

When Chen Mo came to the door of the thirteenth prison cell, his hands were behind his back again, and he paced in square steps.

The old madman sitting on the ground heard footsteps and raised his head.

Chen Mo looked at him in all directions. The eyes of the two were surprisingly similar, and both had indescribable ridicule.

"Little thief, you are really very shrewd, you have practiced kung fu for seventeen days, and you have not hurt your muscles," the old madman's tone was full of mockery, "The old man is still going to let your little brother remind you." ”

"Are you so kind?" Chen Mo opened the door of the prison with the key and walked in, "Don't you see that you are going to die?" What's the idea this time? ”

"Little thief, it's you who has an idea, not me. He tricked me into saying the exercises, and mixed poppy juice with the wine, forcing me to memorize the exercises again to verify the authenticity. The old man has to say that a thief like you will become a nightmare for many people if he lives in the world," the old madman sighed as he said this.

"The trap I set is not as good as you," Chen Mo shook his head, "The C-shaped prison is my home field, and those who ask for it, knowing that I have set a trap, will also jump down." Compared to you, I'm far behind, you're away, but you can dig a hole for me unconsciously, speaking of which, I call you a master, you deserve it. ”

The old madman didn't understand the home and away games in Chen Mo's mouth very well, "What do you mean, I dug a pit for you?" Jailer, where do you start? ”

"Although I have just practiced qi into the body, I have also discovered that immortal cultivators are completely different from ordinary martial artists, and the perception of the outside world cannot be compared at all. Your old man used to be in the late stage of Qi training, and he definitely discovered the poppy juice in the wine early, but he didn't say anything, and deliberately disguised himself as an addict, so that I could dispel my vigilance against you. pretended to be kind enough to teach me the method of practicing qi into the body, but after I succeeded, it destroyed my dream of cultivating immortals in one fell swoop. There are many ways to kill people, and the shoddy ones are nothing more than reckless men carrying knives and destroying other people's bodies. The shrewd, murderous, and the people are held high, and finally at a height of a hundred feet, they suddenly pull down the ladder. The old man's use of the technique of attacking the heart of a teenager like me is really a knife to kill chickens, and it is overkill. ”

Chen Mo said slowly, but his tone was calm.

Before, when Chen Mo asked the old madman to dictate the Evergreen Exercise again, he found out that something was wrong. The old madman first drooled and shed tears, looking like an addict, but when he recounted the exercises, the old madman's eyes were clear, and there was nothing wrong with him. I've never seen an addict who can restrain himself. The old madman is just playing a trick that wants to get away with it.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was more wary of the old madman. He simply didn't even pay attention to the old fellow. Just now, when Du Xiaochi came over and said that the old madman didn't seem to be good, Chen Mo didn't believe it at all.

But the old madman can dig such a deep hole, Chen Mo also wants to see what the other party wants to get.

"You have such a careful mind, where do you still look like a teenager," the old madman sighed faintly, "you are right, I do have a request for you." But those previous words are not to fool you. On the way to cultivating immortals, there are dangers everywhere, traps everywhere, and excellent qualifications, but in the end they fall without taking a few steps, abound. You have very good qualifications, you are scheming, and you are really a good seedling. I have a great enemy, if it weren't for the destruction of my dantian by the enemy, it would be a glorious thing to take you into the immortal gate. Now that I have been expelled from the sect, even if there are a few old friends, they will not be able to lead you into the immortal gate in order to dissociate themselves from me. Although it is worth rejoicing that you practice qi into the body, if you practice alone, it is just a casual cultivation that is troubled by others everywhere and has no future. ”

Chen Mo listened to the old madman's words, he noticed that the old madman's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was faking at all, and finally squatted down.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Actually, I'm also calculating in vain, you can't enter the fairy gate, where can you help me clear my grievances," the old madman was not without melancholy.

Chen Mo noticed that when the old guy said this, his eyes flashed, and he guessed that the old guy was playing a trick to get away with it again.

"Tell me what you really want to do, and I'll assess the risk. As long as the odds are high, and I can enter the fairy gate, when I have the strength, why not help you avenge your grievances? If you cover the fog again, I'll go, and I don't have time to play the trick of guessing with you," Chen Mo got up.