I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Do you raise me...?"

An Mingchuan’s heart suddenly trembled and stared at Anlin.

Soon, he returned and shook his head again and again:

"No, I said, Dad doesn't need you to sing and make money. You should finish reading the university first."

Ann Lin firmly said: "I don't mean that. I didn't plan to make money."

"I mean, I have money now, I can raise you."

Said, An Lin pulled out a bank card from his pocket and said: "There are more than 350 million yuan in this card, just spend it, we are not bad!"

An Mingchuan was stunned again.

He looked at the card for a long time, and then hesitated with a little hesitation: "Lin, don't be kidding at this time..."

Anlin shook his head very seriously: "I am not kidding. If you don't believe in Dad, we will go to the cash machine to check it out now."

An Mingchuan looked at An Lin in front of him, and he could see from his expression that he did not lie to himself.

After a while, An Mingchuan’s look was solemnly opened:

"Linzi, you honestly explain, where does the money come from?"

"Is it a lottery ticket, or is it based on the gambling gambling?"

Anlin heard a sigh of relief: "Don't mention the word "gambling", we are still good fathers and sons..."

An Mingchuan smiled a little, but he really didn't understand why he could earn more than 300 million in less than a year.

Even if singing can make money, can Anlin not just debut, where is the money?

Anlin knew An Mingchuan's doubts. He didn't hide it. He said directly: "Dad, tell you honestly, I am actually practicing immortality! How much I want to be outside this kind of thing."

An Mingchuan heard his eyes blinking: "What do you say?"

"I said... I am actually practicing immortality now."

"Is it like the immortals in the TV series, understand?"

Anlin repeated it again.

"Oh, I understand!" An Mingchuan looked blank: "Do you mean that you are filming, playing a fairy immortal?"

An Lin: "..."

He knows that if he doesn't show his hands, his father won't believe it.

"Dad, you see me performing!"

An Mingchuan heard the words and looked at An Lin.

An Lin took a handkerchief and saw the spicy facet in the bowl as if it was pulled, and it trembled.

Then, the noodles flew like a living mud and then flew into his mouth.

Noodles and noodle soup are constantly being sent into his mouth, and he just chews his mouth constantly...

An Mingchuan was shocked and his mouth was wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

He never imagined that eating noodles would have such a slogan!

After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles in the air, Anlin smiled at An Mingchuan: "How?"

"Great, what is this magic!?"

An Mingchuan admire him, he has never seen such a realistic close-up magic.

An Lin’s mouth was pumping, and his hands suddenly shimmered, and a thunder snake creaked.

An Mingchuan saw this thunderbolt wrapped around the fingertips of Anlin’s hand and stayed at the scene again.

Then, the snake rushed to the table.

"Boom!"

The table was thundered by the light and it was darkened.

An Mingchuan touched the table with his hand, and the table was like a black sand, and it fell directly to the ground.

Two bowls of noodles began to fall to the ground, but the unexpected crack did not occur, but was suspended in the air strangely.

I saw that Anlin had a single hand.

Two bowls of noodles flew over the kitchen table.

Then, An Lin made a snap.

A group of flames came out and burned the design of the An Mingchuan writing desk.

Anlin has a single stroke.

A wind blade pulled out from the hand and directly turned the TV into two halves.

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In this way, a Taoist method was used by Anlin and should not be overwhelmed.

An Mingchuan’s worldview was severely impacted, and the deep-rooted concept finally began to collapse.

He believed, he really believed that his son is a fairy!

This Nima Anlin is using the fairy method to blow up the board room. Can he not believe it? ?

Anlin saw that Dad finally accepted the fact that he was a monk, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He just really had the idea of ​​using the 撼山拳 to give this house a smash.

Next, Anlin began to sing his experience.

How to meet the immortal, the learning experience of the Xiuxian United University in Tianting, and the things that performed the task this time, all told their father.

An Mingchuan did not expect his son to experience so many things in just one year. At this time, he was amazed.

Seeing that the time is ripe, Anlin once again said: "Dad, come together to cultivate the fairy, I will take you to force you to fly!"

Xiu Xian?

If An Mingchuan heard the word before, it must be a fantasy, and it is unreasonable.

But at this moment, his ideas have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Because immortals are real and have the opportunity to become true immortals, how can this kind of thing be given up! ?

"But my age is no longer suitable for cultivation." An Mingchuan said with some hesitation.

"It’s age, it’s not suitable, it’s going to be a lot slower...”

However, the look on An Lin’s face is extremely firm and continues to speak:

"But, I said it, I will raise you later."

"How old is it, medicinal herbs, Lingshi, and Gongfa can make up for this deficiency."

"Please dad believe me, one day, I will definitely take you on a nine-day trip!"

An Mingchuan looked at the face that was no longer tender, and there was some kind of touch in his heart.

In the end, he showed a smile: "Lin, Dad believes in you!"

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After Anlin’s father agreed to cultivate the immortals, they began to pay off the money they had borrowed before.

In addition, they also gave the borrowers a lot of extra compensation.

After all, friends who can lend a helping hand in distress, this kind of love is worthy of doing so.

The next day, Anlin made a phone call to Huang Shanshan.

In the mortal cultivation of Xianzongmen and the national cultivation department, he chose the national cultivation department.

This is because the mortal cultivation of the sects is almost independent of the heavens, the connection is very small, and the National Special Operations Department and the Heavenly Court have direct links.

Anlin is a person in the heavens. He put his father to the country’s cultivation institution, and the security is more secure.

"Hey, Anlin, have you found your father?" Huang Shanshan’s slightly tired voice came from the phone.

"Well, thank you, I have found him now. It is like this. I want my father to go to your cultivation department to practice, can you?" Anlin asked with some concern.

The general Xiuxian department has professional teachers, but students like his dad's age have to teach, there must be no small obstacles, maybe you have to ask the teachers' opinions.

Unexpectedly, Huang Shanshan’s answer was very simple: “No problem, when are you going to come, I will send someone to pick up your father.”

An Lin heard a lot of joy: "That tomorrow, tomorrow, my father and I will wait for you in the mountain city."

"Okay, I will contact you at that time." Huang Shanshan's answer is as always.

Ann Lin just wanted to hang up the phone, her voice came again: "Wait!"

"Well, what happened?" Anlin had some doubts.

"I suddenly remembered one thing, let your father come to our cultivation here. If it is an ordinary cultivation, it is free. However, in addition to this, there are other grades of guidance." Huang Shanshan said.

"There is still such a thing, talk about it?" An Lin did not expect to go to them to practice and distinguish other grades.

Huang Shanshan: "The first kind of training guide is the guidance of junior members. It is taught by the elite lecturers of our department and provides various kinds of medicinal herbs and the best exercises. The combatants of our special operations department accept this. Kind of guidance, because you have to spend a lot of resources, so you need to pay an extra hundred Lingshi costs a year."

“The second training guide is the senior member guide~www.wuxiaspot.com~ taught by the highest level teacher in our department. He is also my master. During the cultivation period, the department will provide the best medicine and the most advanced cultivation. The cost of the exercises is very large, and an additional one thousand Lingshi costs are required for one year."

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A moment of silence.

An Lin: "Nothing?"

Huang Shanshan said: "No, you still want to have a skeleton?"

An Lin: "There is no such guidance for the Gold Supreme Super VIP member who pays 10,000 pieces of Lingshi a year?"

Huang Shanshan: "..."

"No, roll!"

An Lin: "Oh... then you should be guided by a senior member."

There was another helplessness in the phone.

"Oh... only a thousand Lingshi a year, can you teach my dad?"

Huang Shanshan heard this sentence and almost cried out.

Nima, a thousand Lingshi is rare! ?

It’s not good to talk well, it hurts!

Say how much money Anlin has in the end, how to cultivate the local tyrants in the fairyland?

Anlin looks at her eyes, it will not look at her eyes! ?

Huang Shanshan increasingly felt that she was a poor man, and the more she thought about it, the more she lost her feelings.

"Nothing I hanged." Huang Shanshan felt that she would continue to talk to An Lin and the heart would be affected.

"Well, I will give you one thousand two hundred spiritual stones a year."

"The extra hundred pieces of Lingshi are given to you as tips. I hope you can take care of my father."

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After hanging up the phone, Huang Shanshan looked up at the sky and took a nose.

This kind of joy and sad feeling, what is going on?