Sean opened the refrigerator. There is a roasted chicken placed in the refrigerator, and there is a row of small bottles on the cabinet door. In the bottle is a green liquid.
That kind of green is reminiscent of the bizarre Raleye.
He took out a bottle and handed it to Smeagol. The latter jumped for joy after getting Bi Nong.
Then, Smeagol obediently climbed onto the chair next to him, opened the lid of the glass bottle, and poured the thick liquid into a small opening at the bottom of the glass bottle...
The liquid began to circulate in the pipes in the body, and the yellow color in the solution faded and turned into a clear green. Smeagol also seemed a little happier.
If Sean hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed how Moonlight obtained the bion that was only available in Raleye.
Moonlight, who had mastered the divine feather of R'lye, wrote a ditty. This ditty is a bit witty and funny, and it sounds sneaky. When listening to the moonlight playing, it seems that you can see a sneaking little thief.
In the second half of the song, the little thief seemed to have gotten what he needed, and suddenly ran wildly and escaped from the "vault".
When Yueguang finishes playing this little tune seriously and doesn't look back the whole time, there will be an extra can of Binon on the ground behind him...
When Sean turned back with Moonlight and saw the gift left by the elf who didn't know where it came from, he really felt something strange.
The name of this song is "The Honey Thief". It seemed that when the moonlight bounced it, there really was an unsuspecting little thief who sneaked into Raleye and brought back a jar of Binon for the moonlight.
For Sean, this is really some incredible and even strange power.
Raleye Divine Feather is really different from other Divine Feathers...
Coquettish, obscure, and unimaginable.
Smeagol finished his drink of Binon and sat on the chair, dangling his little feet lightly.
Sean heated the roast chicken in the oven and brought it to the dining table, along with the cold Bolognese spaghetti. He served himself a plate and sat at the dining table to eat slowly.
"So why? Mr. Dickinson? Why did you dig out the mud yourself?"
Sean chewed the pasta slowly. The taste of the meat sauce was too rich. He ate slowly and swallowed a mouthful before saying, "Because this is a kind of practice."
"Practice?" Smeagol tilted his head in confusion, his mind sloshing around in the solution, "To exercise your muscles? To hone your willpower?"
"Not entirely." He wiped the tomato sauce stuck to his mouth with a napkin, "What I'm going to say next, you can tell Mr. 1902 when you have the opportunity in the future, it will be helpful to him."
"OK."
"That's right. Mr. 1902 must have told you before that the most important ability of an explorer is the strength of the soul. The way to train one's soul is through perception, study and meditation."
"Yes, he told me."
“How does moonlight meditate?”
"He played the piano. He closed his eyes at home and played a piece of music that I had never heard before, and then I could see that his soul was constantly stirring and flowing, and seemed to be getting stronger and stronger..."
"Yes. Moonlight is extremely talented, and his way of meditation is natural. Every time he plays the piano, it nourishes his soul. When he masters this natural process through observation and thinking, his meditation effect becomes even more effective. It's a leap forward.
"If you also have the habit of exercising your soul, you will find that the methods of cultivation among explorers are very similar. Whether it is through silent prayer or reciting mantras, you need to calm yourself down and devote yourself to it until you enter and forget about it. external objects and one’s own situation.”
"Oh, I understand! The way Mr. 1902 practices is to play the piano, and the way you practice is - digging in the mud!"
Sean smiled. He didn't answer, just took the chicken wings and ate them for a while, and then said: "Digging in mud is a practice, but it's not necessarily true."
"What is that? Heavy labor?"
"No, it's not just hard labor either."
Smeagol tilted his head again, obviously confused.
"Let me tell you the answer - in fact, most explorers, including Moonlight, have not discovered that everything in daily life can be the cultivation of the soul.
"Even -" Sean raised the chicken wings in his hand, which were baked by Mrs. Martha, a skill that cannot be failed, "even eating roasted chicken."
Sean believed that if Smeagol had eyes, his eyes would be wide open and blinking at this time.
He probably never imagined that everything in life could be used as a form of cultivation. Even eating grilled chicken...
"Why, why?"
“The answer is simple – focus.
"Keep all your focus on doing one thing, and observe yourself while doing it, and observe everything about yourself: from breathing to changes in emotions. Just let your mind return to the most basic awareness, so that you will continue to nourish your true self. the spirit of……
"That's how cultivation is, you can never stop."
Smeagol was stunned.
Only then did he understand why Mr. 1902 said that the man in front of him was the greatest explorer.
He seems to hold many secrets unknown to the seekers. He did not treat these secrets as treasures at all, but told himself so casually...
He's really different.
Sean raised his eyebrows at Smeagol, and then just focused on practicing and eating...
Although he had just revealed a piece of knowledge that might be an important secret to many explorers, he actually did not tell Smeagol all about his situation.
His understanding of daily practice was gained through decades of meditation in Shambhala.
After awakening as "Enlightened Ones", the strength of their souls will increase by leaps and bounds, precisely because they are no longer imprisoned by the form of cultivation, and no longer rely solely on silent prayer or playing the piano, but are present all the time, whether they are digging mud, chatting or eating. Keep practicing.
Because the enlightened person clearly understands the true meaning of cultivation.
What Sean didn't say was that his situation was somewhat different from other explorers: his practice in Shambhala had broken through to the state of enlightenment. But in this world, the soul still has to gradually wake up.
Therefore, for him, all cultivation is just to regain the realm that originally belonged to him bit by bit.
Therefore, compared to other people's cultivation, his progress is faster.
He was fully confident that he could regain all realms before Nietzsche's challenge came. That is, the soul strength that enters the Ace level.
Therefore, he seemed to be just living in his daily life, but he was actually doing cultivation that other explorers could hardly imagine.
That's Sean's secret.
Frederic Nietzsche may be strong, but Sean is not without a chance. The most critical point is that Nietzsche did not know that he was facing a person who lived outside the imagination of others.
There is still a feeling of worry, but for Sean, thinking about it, not long after, his soul level has entered the Ace level, leading a group of King level to appear in front of Nietzsche...
I wonder what this arrogant black Joker would think?
Does he still dare to threaten his own people like he did before?
Will the hat on his high-raised head fall to the ground?
While worried, Sean also had to admit——
I have some expectations.
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