Sister, you miss me

Wang Bingqian was very excited when she spoke: "Xiao Feng, I adore you!"

"I received it." Yang Feng shook his head and smiled: "Did you see Weibo too?"

"What Weibo? I listened to Grandpa."

"That's it."

"Death to the Tibetan Mastiff, what a good cow! Hero, let people sleep for you!" Wang Bingqian said playfully.

"Haha..." Yang Feng smiled twice, and said, "This requires an appointment."

"Hey, you can't do it anymore."

"I'm willing." At this moment, the screen showed that He Kun's call came in and he was queuing up. Yang Feng asked, "Are you okay?"

Wang Bingqian asked back: "I have something to do if I call you?"

"That's not necessary. But if you hang up first, I have a phone line in line."

"female?"

"Nonsense, women can't take it, so how can I pick up men?"

"Haha, I think you picked up a horn halfway through."

"how to say?"

"Can blow."

"Qianqian, you are quite humorous."

"Well, don't delay you, hero, please arrange a schedule, and the slave family will wait for you."

"Okay, take a look, the deity try to arrange it."

Yang Feng smiled and hung up the phone, and said to her heart that as long as men and women pierce through that layer of window paper, women can put aside all their reservations and dare to say anything.

For example, the former Wang Bingqian, Bingshan's school bachelor, was icy to everyone, showing no pretense, and repelling others thousands of miles away.

Today, however, it is possible to take the initiative to make adult jokes that are not too explicit.

He Kun was very patient, and Yang Feng connected: "Secretary He, what instructions do you have?"

"There is no instruction, only thanks, thank Xiaofeng for helping the people once again."

"Hehe, Secretary He, or something practical, isn't there a bonus for being brave?"

"Yes, yes, but can you see Xiao Qian Feng?"

"Why don't you look down on it? Mosquito legs are also meat."

"Haha, then I'll ask you."

Of course Yang Feng wouldn't take it seriously. He said, "Secretary He, did monitor He call back?"

"Yes, didn't you call me?"

"No."

"I thought you had a good relationship."

"Wise Secretary He, you are wrong."

"Okay, hang up first, I guess you will have to answer a lot of calls tonight."

"Okay, bye."

He Kun was right, and then the county magistrate Gao Qinsheng called to express his praise.

As a result, as soon as Yang Feng mentioned money, Gao Qinsheng said haha ​​and passed.

Xu Wenjian’s call was to thank him. He said, "Xiao Feng, thank you for bandaging my uncle."

Yang Feng said: "Secretary Xu, you are serious. After all, I am still suspended from the county court. Even without me, Mr. Luo can still be handled properly."

"I also want to thank you for killing the evil dog and avenging my uncle."

"This..." Yang Fengxin said that this is a bit far-fetched.

"Well, when you receive the notice from the prestigious school, my brother will give you a drink to celebrate, and then call on the students in the city to learn from you."

"Don't scare me."

"Haha, hung up."

Of course Yang Feng could feel it. Xu Wenjian took the initiative to show his favor. However, what made Yang Feng puzzled was why the dignified secretary of the municipal party committee should show his favor to himself?

...

Ye Weiyang, the top clubhouse in the provincial capital Shuning.

Zhao Liang's face was cold, holding the membership gold card, and he was able to pass unimpeded.

The clubhouse is non-smoking, so there is no feeling of misty smoke.

Colorful swaying lights, colorful drinks, enchanting women with glamorous clothes and light make-up, and explosive heavy metal music form a grotesque and stray world.

Zhao Liang was originally a person who walked through the horses, the flowers and the willows. He was familiar with all of this. He found a place to sit down and snapped his fingers. The coquettish waiter immediately curled up and floated over, as if the castration was not thorough enough. 'S voice said: "Sir, what do I need?"

"Various kinds of wine." Zhao Liang waved a big hand, with a certain momentum to rebuke Fang Qiu.

"Good." The waiter responded happily, and returned to the bar, preparing drinks, while saying to the women who were fishing at the bar: "Givenchy shirt, Gucci belt, Versace trousers, Vacheron Constantin wrist Watch, the belly is a bit bigger, but it’s better to be rich and young. It seems a little unhappy. Go ahead."

Therefore, three women with different lengths of hair and a thin and fat body walked towards Zhao Liang at the same time. One of them said with a round face and greasy: "Handsome man, how bored is drinking alone? Let's accompany you."

Zhao Liang looked up, looking at the faces of the three women one by one: "Introduce yourself."

"Yaoyao, Tingting, Meimei."

"Oh, they are all stage names." Zhao Liang sneered: "Sit down, brother is not happy, very unhappy, you only need to accompany him, money is not a problem."

When the three women exchanged their eyes, they squeezed towards Zhao Liang together, and one held up two bottles of wine: "Brother, drink." One pinched his shoulders and rubbed his legs, and the other beat his back and rubbed his waist.

Zhao Liang suddenly got up: "This place is too noisy, let's find a quiet place to play."

The three women looked embarrassed: "But this wine?" Obviously, they not only earn tips, but also a commission on the wine.

"Pack and take away." Zhao Liang said.

The three women suddenly opened their eyes and smiled, and surrounded Zhao Liang out of Ye Weiyang.

...

Harim is determined to seek survival and development, but the reality is cruel, Allah only gives him a way to destroy others and save himself.

That night, Qin Shou kept playing with his legs, touching and kissing, kissing and touching. Just when the beauty with high forehead, high nose, and deep eye sockets was impatient, an explosion came from his ear.

The camp was boiling, and everyone rushed out of the tent.

The scope of the explosion was small, and the target was the leader's tent. Only the skeleton was left in the tent.

Everyone thought the leader was dead, but Harim got out of the tent next door and shouted "Jacob".

It turned out that Jacob slept in the leader's tent, and turned out to be a substitute for death.

Qin Shou was so frightened that he thought that death was far away from him, but he was beside him.

Harim summoned Qin Shou into the account. His eyes were red and he was furious: "This is a satellite-guided precision attack. The beheading action that big countries like to play most, Jacob died for me. We want peace, but those who advertised democracy and freedom. The power of human rights does not give us the right to survive, and Jacob cannot die in vain. I want revenge, and I want them to pay for it."

Harim angered, panting and pointed at Qin Shou: "You are now a deputy leader and a part-time strategist."

Qin Shou couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and sighed secretly: What survival and sustainable development are all playing the piano.

In this situation, the unlearned Qin Shou unexpectedly thought of a sentence, that was what Fan Zeng said to Xiang Yu-the vertical is not enough to conspire.

...

The Weibo "Heart has a fierce tiger sniffing the rose" continues to be hot, and Yang Feng's name is once again known to thousands of households, and his image has become more and more magnificent.

Yang Feng was not so indifferent, but not too excited. He fell on the bed and believed in the horse. Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't practiced for many days, so he got up and sat cross-legged, watching his nose and nose, and quickly entered meditation.

Then, Master Jing Song appeared in his sea of ​​knowledge.

"Xiao Feng, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Master, do you remember me as an apprentice?"

"Haha, of course, Xiaofeng, your Nine Sun Gong is well advanced. Come here as a teacher tonight to help you get through the Great Zhou Tian."

"Big Zhoutian?"

"That's right. I want to guard my dantian and follow the master's request."

"Master, wait, isn't Da Zhou Tian the second line of Ren Du? What are the benefits of getting through Da Zhou Tian?"

"No. The benefits are for yourself."

"Oh."

"The mind moves with the heart, the qi moves with the blood, from bottom to top along the Ren channel, and from top to bottom along the Du channel."

Yang Feng closed his eyes in his sea of ​​consciousness, even though he didn't know the difference between closed and unclosed, and then he intended to guard his dantian and guide his dantian energy to walk along the path said by the master.

Soon, Yang Feng encountered the pass. He forced his way through the pass, and the pain caused him to convulse.

"Xiao Feng."

"Master, the air can't go through the back of the neck."

"That is Yuzhen Point, a nerve secret book, the first pass of Xiao Zhoutian."

"How to do?"

"Master will help you."

Yang Feng suddenly felt a white light enveloped his neck, which was unusually warm. At the same time, the airflow in his dantian was more than twice as strong.

Before Yang Feng was ready, the majestic air flow rushed through the Yuzhen acupoint like a Hongfeng.

what--

Yang Feng let out a cry of pain, but after the pain, he felt nothing.

"Thank you, Master."

"carry on."

"I did it, starting from Dantian and finally Dantian. I completed a cycle."

"This is Xiao Zhoutian, your Ren Du two channels have been opened up."

"Huh?" Yang Feng was dumbfounded, and immediately discovered the problem: "No, Master, you just said that you want to help me get through Da Zhou Tian."

"Yes."

"How to fight Da Zhoutian?"

"How do you feel now?"

"Nothing special, oh, it seems that the pubic area is a little bulging."

"That means you are full of anger, continue to follow me."

"Ok."

"Drive Zhen Qi, up to Baihui, down to Yongquan, left and right to Lao Gong, from limbs to nerve endings."

Yang Feng did what he said, and the air flow was smooth all the way, up to the top of the head, across to the fingertips, down from the waist, and encountered obstacles again.

At this time, Jing Song's voice sounded again, as if an unknown prophet: "Is it stuck in the knee?"

"Exactly."

"That is the Weizhong point, which is similar to the Yuzhen point. There are a lot of blood vessels and nerves. I will help you for the teacher."

This time the pain seemed to be tearing, and Yang Feng fainted from the pain in the consciousness world.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Feng woke up and found that his consciousness had already returned to his body. He was sleeping on the bed, while Jing Song was nowhere to be found.

In order to confirm that it was not a dream, Yang Feng immediately sat cross-legged and entered concentration again.

Through internal inspection, I found that there was a chaotic air current hovering at the dantian, "Go!" Yang Feng uttered a clear cry, and the air flow rushed towards the Xiaohan, reaching the Baihui acupoint above his head, then descending, passing the jade pillow, to the Lao Palace, and then along The Du Channel descends through Weizhong until it reaches the Yongquan Point on the sole of the foot.

"I made it!"

Yang Feng used his mind to control his true energy and walked away for twelve days, and then a strange and subtle feeling came into being.

It seems that with one breath and one inhale, the acupuncture points and capillaries of the whole body are shrinking and expanding.

It is as if you are in an open place, with the blue sky above your head, your feet on the earth, the sun is warm, the green grass is like a lawn, waterfalls and springs are flowing, and the flowers are like brocades.

With one exhalation and one inhalation, the wind rises and the clouds move, the yin and yang in the heavens and the earth blend together, and the heavens, the earth and the people are integrated.

This kind of feeling can only be understood, it is hard to say.