Xu Jia sweated profusely: "I'm not a beast, why would I tear your clothes off? Besides, your breasts are so small and have no material, so I'm too lazy to tear them apart."
"Master Rogue, do you dare to say that my breasts are small? See if I don't scratch your face."
Di Feiyan is most annoyed by people saying her breasts are small, especially when it comes from Xu Jia.
In fact, they are not small, just a little smaller than Zheng Peiyun's breasts.
Di Feiyan was still sleepy just now, but because of Xu Jia's anger, I immediately became energetic and rushed towards Xu Jia like a female tyrannosaurus.
Xu Jia smiled and waved to Di Feiyan: "Airport, come and catch me."
He ducked out of the door.
"How dare you call me an airport? Master Rogue, stop right there."
Di Feiyan was so angry that she wanted to cry. I already have B++ breasts. Where is the airport?
The master must have no eyes.
Di Feiyan put on her clothes, grabbed a stick and chased after Xu Jia.
"Come on, you can't catch up with me!"
Xu Jia acted like a monkey and led Di Feiyan up the mountain behind.
Di Feiyan also rushed up, panting from exhaustion, and the waves rolling on her chest were spectacular.
She was only wearing a T-shirt. She was so eager to chase Xu Jia that she broke out in a fragrant sweat. The T-shirt stuck to Di Feiyan's body, and her chest was wet, outlining her beauty that she wanted to hide but was still ashamed of.
Xu Jia was stunned to see it, it was so beautiful!
Di Feiyan rushed over with long fangs: "You dare to say that I am an airport? I will fight with you."
"do not!"
Xu Jia stretched out his big hand, pressed Di Feiyan's forehead hard, and quickly changed his words: "You are not an airport, you are a plateau, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, okay?"
Di Feiyan burst into tears and smiled: "That's pretty much it. Couldn't I have said this earlier and it would have been fine?"
Xu Jia hummed: "If I didn't say you were an airport, would I have brought you here?"
Di Feiyan suddenly realized: "Master rogue, you are playing tricks on me, and I have been fooled again. I will ignore you and go back to sleep."
Xu Jia hummed, "If you don't want to practice, just leave. I won't bother to care about you."
"Practice?"
Di Feiyan's beautiful eyes were filled with excitement: "Can I practice now? What should I practice?"
Xu Jia pointed to the people planting trees at the foot of the mountain: "Did you see that they are planting trees on the bare mountain? Although the mountain is dead, there is still a trace of memory. Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high, and tens of thousands of people came together.
When planting trees, everyone has a lot of vitality. When planting trees, the kind thoughts and hope in the heart turn into vitality and are hidden in the trees."
"Now, as long as the life in the trees can be introduced into the land, the Bald Mountain can be rejuvenated. As the host, you must do this step. Xiaoyan, this step is very critical, remember, silently chant
Just use the Pure Heart Mantra. If you have the Way, your heart will be sincere and you will be spiritual. You have to grasp it well."
"Master, I will definitely work hard."
Di Feiyan was very interested in cultivating Taoism and stopped messing around. She sat in front of a newly planted tree, closed her eyes and concentrated, silently reciting the Qingxin Jue.
The so-called cultivation means cultivating with the goal of communicating with all things in the world.
Di Feiyan is at the lowest stage. She must first learn to communicate anger. Cultivation requires progress, and progress requires absorbing a lot of anger. But if you can't even communicate anger, how can you talk about absorbing it?
The purpose of Qingxin Jue is to meditate, drive out the dust of the world, and invite the anger in.
Di Feiyan closed her eyes and concentrated, sitting there for an hour, motionless as a mountain.
On one side, the people planting trees looked at Di Feiyan sitting here, motionless, with her closed eyes trembling, her ears moving slightly, and her red lips trembling slightly. They were all shocked.
"What's wrong with this little girl? What are you doing sitting here so well?"
"Hmph, this girl is pretty. Could she be a fool?"
"You dare to call her a fool? I tell you, you are useless, this girl is Devin's daughter."
"What? She is Devin's daughter. It's over, why am I so mouth-watering? I'm going to run away."
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Xu Jia looked at Di Feiyan from a distance and nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. He doesn't move and his heart feels calm. I didn't expect that Xiaoyan is a seedling with great potential."
Meditation practice is a very boring way of practice. It mainly exercises perseverance.
Most people simply can't hold on.
There are also some people who look motionless, as if they are meditating, but in fact they are just sitting there stiffly, not cooperating with breathing and meditation at all. If they do not cooperate with breathing and meditation, they are just dull and useless.
At this moment, Di Feiyan not only remained motionless, her eyes, mouth, and ears were trembling slightly, which showed that she was trying her best to adjust her breathing and meditation state, and the effect was very good.
Xu Jia praised: "According to this effect, Xiaoyan will have a qualitative breakthrough in less than three days. Hey, after struggling for so long, I feel so sleepy. I, the great immortal, should go and take a nap."
At four o'clock in the afternoon.
An international flight landed at Fu'an Airport.
General Manager Niu Tong hunched over slightly and waited restlessly at the exit.
After a while, a group of tall young people wearing sportswear walked out.
The person in front was two meters tall, wearing a toad mirror, holding his head high, looking arrogant.
It's Seral!
Although Seral was awesome, the person walking in front of him was an old man with an unattractive appearance.
The old man had his hands behind his back, his eyes were round, and his cheeks were broad and bulging, a bit like a toad.
The strangest thing is that on a hot day, the old man has long hair.
The thick long hair hid her neck, making it look like she was carrying a head on her shoulders and had no neck at all.
The old man walked very slowly, half a beat slower than normal people.
However, Seral, who was two meters tall, did not dare to surpass the old man. He was so tall and walked like a woman with small feet. He followed step by step without any sign of resentment.
The tall and powerful bodyguards behind Seral also looked respectful, and no one dared to make a mistake.
The group of people left the station.
Niu Tong saw the old man, hunched over and smiling like a pug wagging its tail. He ran quickly to the old man and said respectfully: "Sai Jiuye, which gust of wind brought you here? Can you see
You are the greatest honor in my life."
This strange old man is Mr. Sai Jiu.
Sai Jiuye didn't even blink an eyelid and hummed: "Are you Niu Tong?"
He spoke in a gurgling voice, and his voice was strange, a bit like a frog's cry.
Niu Tong quickly nodded and smiled: "Master Jiu, I am Niu Tong."
Seral looked at Niu Tong from behind and shouted tirelessly: "Where is the pick-up scene I asked you to arrange? Where are the reporters? Where are the fans? Why are none of them there?"
"Coming, everyone is coming."
Niu Tong quickly asked his assistant to invite someone.
Soon.
Along with a burst of screams, a group of fans and reporters rushed in cheering.
Serar felt a little more comfortable listening to the shouts of those fans.
However, when he saw the reporters with dull expressions and the name of the newspaper on the reporter's microphone, Seral's face became extremely gloomy. (To be continued)