Xia Zhihuai was staring at Wanwan in a daze, waiting for her to wake up from Shenyou Taixu, but after waiting for a while, he sat on the floor and his eyes unconsciously landed somewhere, with his right elbow on his knee, holding his cheek with one hand, yawned lazily, and opened his eyes to "out of his body."

After Wanwan opened her eyes, she found that his eyes were unconscious and obviously absent-minded.

She reached out and pinched the tip of his nose, and laughed, "Brother, I know how to teach you how to cultivate spiritual consciousness."

Xia Zhihuai was immediately excited and sat upright, put his hands in front of him: "How to repair it?"

"First of all, you have to be able to feel the spiritual energy. This is the first step. With the spiritual energy, the body will change, and then you can cultivate spiritual consciousness."

Wanwan put her hands in front of her, and a warm light of inspiration slowly gathered in her palms.

"This is the spiritual energy I gathered." Wanwan held the spiritual light in front of him, "In fact, spiritual energy is everywhere, but the spiritual energy on the ground has become thinner, so you have to be very attentive to feel its existence."

Xia Zhihuai was like listening to a book of heaven, and he felt that this entry might be a bit difficult.

It can directly screen out 90% of ordinary people.

"So, how do I feel it?" Xia Zhihuai asked his soul.

Wanwan looked at him with her round eyes for a few seconds, then hesitated: "Probably... meditating?"

After Xia Zhihuai looked at her, he knew that there was no other answer.

As for what is the relationship between meditation and feeling spiritual energy?

Let’s try meditating first.

Xia Zhihuai raised his hand and patted her little head, and said solemnly: "We are both from the Tao family and worship the same ancestral tomb. I really believe that there is smoke coming from our ancestral tomb. Since our family can produce such a little genius as you, it will definitely not treat me poorly, right?"

Wanwan was a little confused. Due to his unconfident but particularly stubborn tone, she nodded in a vague way.

Xia Zhihuai hit his fist in the chest: "I believe that I can definitely feel the spiritual energy."

He looked down at Wanwan, clenched his fists to cheer himself up, turned around and left Wanwan's room, and almost stepped on his right foot, and a dog fell out of the spot to eat shit.

He stood in a panic and held the wall. He settled in the corridor, folded his hands together and bowed twice.

"Blessed by our ancestors, I am your biological grandson, so I must give it to Oli!"

Huang Xikong took a candle and floated out of the storage room quietly. Looking at his silence, he slowly held the candle and ate it.

He didn't know whether or not the Tao family's ancestor Oli gave it to him or not.

But he felt that the guy in front of him might be really a bit ill!

Less than a day after I came back, I went crazy.

Huang Xikong slowly drifted to the living room, continuing to follow the web drama "The man who lives with me, may be a sand sculpture".

Well, Xia Zhihuai made a guest appearance in it, playing the role of his brother, who has appeared in the episode and a half.

This character is perfectly matched with him!

...

Xia Zhihuai meditated for half an hour, but only felt his legs were numb, his people were tired, and he had pills!

He didn't feel the spiritual energy around him anyway, so he just complained and sighed.

His stomach rumbling twice. He rubbed his numb legs, got off the bed tremblingly, and decided to go for a meal first.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

There is nothing wrong, it cannot be solved by having a meal.

If so, then two meals!

Tonight, Ms. Zhu, the new official, took charge of the kitchen minister.

When Xia Zhihuai walked to the dining table, he looked at the table full of sumptuous dishes, and mechanically turned his head and glanced at Ms. Zhu, who was shyly praised by his mother, and was deeply shocked for a moment.

It would be unreasonable to say that she was not a chef during her lifetime!

Huang Xikong didn't serve the table for dinner, but Ms. Zhu also made a separate serving.

Wanwan inserted a simple small incense burner and burned a piece of talisman paper. Huang Xikong could "eat" the food specially provided to him.

Ms. Zhu and Huang Xikong were at the table, Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan sat on the stool, staring at the braised fish pieces on the table, pickled and fresh, fried pork with dried bamboo shoots... I couldn't help swallowing.

Wanwan was almost unable to control her own power. She sat on the only raised chair, turned her head and looked at Xia Yingxiu: "Auntie, it's time to eat~"

Her saliva was so greedy that she was almost draining.

Xia Zhihuai divided three pairs of chopsticks, but Wanwan did not take the initiative to grab them because her aunt was still serving the rice.

Xia Zhihuai got up to pick up the bowl, and Wanwan sat obediently, her eyes kept following the two of them.

Xia Yingxiu put Wanwan's exclusive iron rice bowl in front of her, and then took her a children's spoon, picked up some dried bamboo shoots and fried pork, as well as the bacon and ham in the pickled Dufen, as well as the side dishes such as spring bamboo shoots, and reached out to touch her little cereal: "Eat."

Wanwan held the spoon, her big eyes were filled with crescent moons: "Thank you, aunt."

"Eat quickly, tell my aunt what she wants to eat, and I will pick it up for you."

Wanwan's fat hands and fingers are a little short, and it is not very stable to pick up food with chopsticks, so it is easy to fall on the table.

After having two meals with Xia Yingxiu and Wanwan, she discovered that for this reason, she never took the initiative to pick up the dishes on the plate. Instead, she asked Xia Zhihuai to pick up the dishes into her bowl. Then she took the chopsticks and tried hard. Sometimes when she was tired of tossing, she picked up the spoon and mixed the rice with the dishes and put them into her mouth.

After a supper, everyone's stomachs were round.

Xia Yingxiu drove the brother and sister out for a walk to digest food.

Not in the city, Xia Zhihuai did not wear a baby traction rope for her anymore.

The two of them were pressing against the road in the village in the same posture, and they rubbed their stomachs from time to time.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the sunset in the sky and the pink peach blossoms all over the mountains, and suddenly sighed: "I have no abdominal muscles anymore, and I am no longer a top player who strictly manages my figure..."

Wanwan was about to comfort him, but she heard him say to herself: "But, decadent days are so happy."

Wanwan looked at him blankly: "..."

For a moment, I didn’t know whether to praise him for being good at taking things as he wanted, or to criticize him for being so salty. I have completely lie down at the bottom of my life!

The two of them had just walked under a huge banyan tree. Many people in the village had dinner and ran to the river to chat.

However, square dance has become popular. Even though this is a small village, there are still old men and women dragging a movable small speaker to play music under the banyan tree, and they danced square dance vigorously.

Wanwan's dance soul was instantly launched, like a little mouse rushing into the rice jar, rushing happily towards the growing square dance team.

Xia Zhihuai wanted to follow him, but the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

After looking at Song Juan's call, he immediately answered the phone and walked towards the roadside where the sound was not so noisy.

"Lawyer Song, what's wrong?"
Chapter completed!