Thanks for the invitation! People in Tushan have cultivated eight magical skills

No matter what kind of cultivation, it was originally refining.

The body is the foundation of cultivation.

Therefore, Lin Yan taught Fujiwara Chika a set of wonderful cultivation methods.

Lin Yan: “From now on, you will push up 100 times a day!” 100 sit-ups! Squat 100! Then run 10 km! These stick to every day! ”

Lin Yan: “Of course, three meals a day should be delicious. You can eat bananas in the morning, and the most important thing is to exercise willpower. Regardless of winter or summer, do not turn on the air conditioner. At first, you may be in pain to death, and you want to rest at every turn. But no matter how hard, no matter how hard, persevere every day. Even if you can’t move your feet heavily, you must insist on squatting. Make strange noises on your wrists, and stick to push-ups too! ”

Lin Yan: “After a year and a half, you will be able to shatter the void with one punch!” Become someone as strong as I am. ”

This is actually the method of one-punch superman Saitama-sensei, it is not clear to become strong, and it is possible to become bald.

Chika Fujiwara: “Why do you feel that something is wrong?” ”

Chika Fujiwara: “Okay, I’ll try. ”

After sending Fujiwara Chika, Ma Xianhong came to Lin Yan’s room.

He looked in a good mood at the moment, and it seemed that the progress of the cultivation furnace was fast.

“Now there is good news and bad news, which one does Senior Lin want to hear first?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s all right.”

Lin Yan actually doesn’t like this kind of selling passes, many times, the good news is not good, the bad news is not bad, and it can’t surprise him at all.

“The good news is that the self-cultivation furnace is almost finished.”

After a pause, seeing that Lin Yan had no reaction, Ma Xianhong had to continue: “The bad news is that the people of the company have discovered Biyou Village. ”

It is not surprising that the company discovers the existence of Biyou Village.

Lin Yan said with a smile: “It’s okay, we just built a stove, and we didn’t steal or rob, and the law doesn’t prohibit it.” It’s just a matter of building a more special stove, and they can still stir the crowd. Just send a few temporary workers to make trouble. ”

Ma Xianhong nodded and agreed with Lin Yan’s statement.

If you build a stove, you will be legally responsible, and those masters who make water tanks may be shot in place.

Apparently this is impossible.

“By the way, senior, I have a friend who is in some trouble and needs your help, otherwise, this person will fall into the abyss of irreparable disaster.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

Lin Yan was also a little curious, with Ma Xianhong’s means, there were things he couldn’t solve?

Ma Xianhong informed the commissioner.

To put it simply, this person is a concubine novelist named Wang Yajun, who is good at writing fantasy and cool texts, but he also cultivates the strange art of warlocks, which can be used to enter the inner scene.

After entering the inner scene, the human heart is like a world independent of the outside world, in this world, you can achieve everything you want, do everything, and experience unprecedented pleasure.

Because of this, this writer through constant lust, finally immersed himself in the inner scene, he has completely fallen into his own inner scene, he believes that the world in the inner scene is real, and the outside is despised by women and abandoned by the world himself is false.

His mother should have been the saintly daughter of the Primordial Holy Land, the most beautiful woman in this world, and her strength was also extraordinary, and the Holy Sons of other Holy Lands coveted her beauty.

The Primordial Holy Land forced her to marry with other holy places, but the Primordial Holy Daughter resolutely refused, and eventually she passed on her cultivation to her son, that is, Wang Yajun, and died after the jade.

And his father is Donghuang Taiyi, in order to protect his wife’s body from being defiled, he fought against the seven great saints under the Sun Star Fusang tree, killed nine thousand quasi-saints with the power of one person, slaughtered a million Da Luo Golden Immortals, and finally died of exhaustion.

But his father used his last strength to send him out of the Sun Star with the Emperor Bell of Edom.

Now, as a peerless Tianjiao, he wants to avenge his father and mother!

In short, Wang Yajun is immersed in the novels he has created.

In his novels, he is the protagonist, and the whole world can revolve around one of his people.

All his settings are all for him to pretend.

This is the realm of greed. He has completely fallen.

Therefore, Ma Xianhong decided to sober up this friend.

Let him stop indulging in his own interior.

After Lin Yan listened, he couldn’t help but smile slightly: “Isn’t this good?” Who didn’t have such a fantasy when they were young, hoping that they had a heavenly artifact, and their parents were all awesome characters, and then open a group of harems or something, there is no problem. ”

Ma Xianhong shook his head and showed a wry smile: “No, this is Wang Yajun’s commission from his mother, she is such a son, I hope that the senior can help and let his son wake up.” ”

“If the senior can enter the other party’s inner scene and scold him awake, I can help the senior build another self-cultivation furnace.”