When they returned to the hotel, the security level had been raised a lot. Master Song's floor was also under martial law.
Master Song's itinerary was no longer a secret, so Director Lu did not hide the hotel where Master Song was staying from the Southeast Province. Therefore, before everyone returned to the hotel, the local police and armed police had implemented the highest level of security measures for the hotel.
It was back to the familiar rhythm, no longer as leisurely as when they first arrived. Master Song also felt a little helpless.
There was almost no rest for the whole day. They took the bullet train, went to Xiakeng Village, searched for Li Zhifu … and finally experienced a farce starring an ignorant and fearless hooligan. Everyone felt a little tired.
Master Song was also an old man in his eighties, so his spirit was naturally a little sluggish.
Therefore, after returning to the hotel, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
Song Rui stayed in Master Song's suite. The suite had a master bedroom and three secondary bedrooms. This arrangement made it easier for Song Rui to take care of his grandfather.
Xia Ruofei and Xu Wu's rooms were on the left and right sides of the suite. The two of them also went back to their rooms.
Now that the hotel's security level had been raised to the level of national leaders, Xia Ruofei and the others could rest in peace. Only Director Lu was still busy — the relevant leaders of the Southeast Province and Songping City were still on their way to Wuyi Mountain.
Master Song could directly rest and wait until tomorrow to meet with the relevant leaders. After all, his rank was there, and he had encountered such a big incident today. No one would think that he was putting on airs.
However, Director Lu, as Master Song's secretary, must meet with the relevant leaders today and report the whole situation to the relevant authorities of the Southeast Province. The two sides also had to exchange some opinions and so on.
After Xia Ruofei returned to his room, he first used his mind to check to make sure that there were no problems with the animals and plants in the space. Then, he began to practice the first set of movements demonstrated by the little golden man in the stone tablet.
This time, he learned his lesson and did not practice on the bed.
Xia Ruofei wore long johns and sat on the floor of the room. There was a clock on the wall directly opposite him, so it was convenient to calculate the time.
He assumed that strange pose with great familiarity.
The familiar pain struck him once again. He felt as if the meridians in his body were burning, but it was this kind of pain that stimulated the vitality of every cell in his body. Every part of his body was experiencing a nirvana rebirth.
Three minutes.
Five minutes.
Six minutes …
This time, Xia Ruofei persisted for seven and a half minutes, which was two minutes longer than the last time he practiced in Ling Qingxue's boudoir.
Of course, for the past week, Xia Ruofei had been practicing diligently every day, and the time he could persist was gradually increasing. It wasn't achieved overnight.
In the beginning, every time he practiced Xia Ruofei, he would be able to extend the time. However, as the number of times he practiced Xia Ruofei increased, the extent of his improvement decreased. For example, today's time was only about ten seconds longer than yesterday's.
However, Xia Ruofei was very clear that ten seconds on the basis of seven minutes and half a minute on the basis of five minutes were two completely different concepts.
The longer he persisted in this movement, the more difficult it would be, and the more the body would be trained.
He could faintly feel that if he continued to practice, he would soon reach a bottleneck. Perhaps by then, he would reach a limit of how long he could persist. He might not even be able to persist for another second.
However, once he broke through this bottleneck, it might mean that he had mastered the first set of movements to perfection. At that time, it was very likely that he would be able to access the information of the second set of movements.
Xia Ruofei always felt that the nine sets of movements actually existed in his mind. However, for some reason, the later parts were all "blocked".
Xia Ruofei stood up and found that the impurities removed from his body had decreased.
Of course, he knew that this didn't mean that the effect of the practice had decreased. This was because he knew his own body best. After every practice, he felt as light as a swallow, as well as the feeling of his body being filled with explosive power. He truly felt that he had improved.
The fact that there were fewer impurities meant that his body had been purified to a certain extent. He was close to the limit of what the first set of movements could purify.
As soon as he removed that strange posture, the burning pain all over his body would immediately disappear without a trace. Instead, it was replaced by a kind of lazy comfort, which made Xia Ruofei feel like he was addicted.
He went to the bathroom to take a thorough shower. Then, he washed the long johns that were stained with black impurities and changed into clean pajamas.
After Xia Ruofei went to the balcony to dry his clothes, he called Ling Qingxue. The two of them talked a lot of sweet nothings. Xia Ruofei naughtily said that after returning from Wuyi Mountain, the two of them should have a good talk. Ling Qingxue naturally understood Xia Ruofei's meaning. For a moment, she was extremely shy.
After Xia Ruofei returned to his room, he went straight to bed and quickly fell asleep.
…
That night, the relevant leaders of the Southeast Province and Songping City rushed to Wuyi Mountain. However, Xia Ruofei had already gone to bed. It was Director Lu who received them.
The next morning, after Master Song had breakfast, he received Lei Yong and the others from the Political and Legal Committee of the Southeast Provincial Party Committee. This time, Xia Ruofei was also present.
When Lei Yong and the others arrived, Xia Ruofei was taking Master Song's pulse.
As soon as Lei Yong entered, he immediately began to self-reflect. Along with him were Songping City's Secretary and Wuyi Mountain's Secretary, Du Xiaohai. The others didn't even have the qualifications to be received by Master Song — their ranks weren't high enough.
Master Song was very magnanimous about the incident. He didn't say too many harsh words. He only made a clear request to severely punish the lawless thugs.
However, when it came to Li Zhifu's matter, Master Song wasn't so calm.
Master Song specifically explained in detail what Li Zhifu had encountered during this period of time. Then, he said, "An old man in his nineties, and a master in tea making, was threatened by a group of hooligans. I feel that the local government's work isn't up to par! This isn't just a matter of social security management, but also the inheritance of tea culture. "
At this point, Master Song picked up the teacup and took a sip of water. Then, he continued, "It can be said that Comrade Li Zhifu is definitely the representative of Wuyi Mountain's rock tea. His unique skill in tea making is an incomparably precious intangible heritage. However, because of the general environment, such a person has taken the initiative to fade out of the tea industry in the past ten years. Is there a phenomenon of inaction in our Party Committee and government? Is there some chaos in our tea industry that needs to be urgently rectified? This is something worth pondering, comrades! "
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