"That's not bad if you understand that. The old chef said leisurely, as if he was not worried that Jiang Han would not be able to carry it and die in a catastrophe.

"Huh?" Jiang Han wailed with a sad face, "You are also an immortal, can't you help me?"

"Can't help, life. Besides, the old man is only stored in your body now, and he doesn't have that much magical power. The old kitchen god directly dispelled Jiang Han's idea of begging others instead of himself.

Seeing that he couldn't rely on this old immortal, he could only learn from Tang Seng to experience the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, and said, "Then what do you say I should do?"

"It's simple, be strong. The old chef said succinctly.

"To be specific?"

"First of all," the old chef deliberately sold a pass, and then said, "Lose weight!"

"It's definitely no problem to lose weight, I've lost weight for seven or eight years. Jiang Han said disapprerovitically.

As everyone knows, the weight loss plan in the old chef's heart is simply reborn, and a course of treatment is enough to peel off a layer of skin for him.

"Your weight loss method is not good, you have to follow mine. The old kitchen god pretended to be mysterious.

"Okay. Jiang Han readily agreed.

Slimming down can be said to be something that Jiang Han has always dreamed of, and if he can really lose weight with the help of the old chef god this time, he really can't ask for it.

"Since you can't get out of the hospital in the past two days, let's practice first. The old chef said in a deep voice.

"What kind of skills are you practicing?" Jiang Han said in surprise.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Han felt strings of golden words circling in his mind. Jiang Han closed his eyes slightly, carefully probing the string of golden words.

After a long time, the string of golden words gradually became regular, and Jiang Han finally saw its true face of Lushan.

"Make a micro-mystical scripture. Jiang Han muttered.

Then, Jiang Han said something that was enough to make the old kitchen god spurt blood.

"I'm not a monk, what kind of scriptures do I receive? Jiang Han said dissatisfiedly.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

After hearing this, the old kitchen god was choked and coughed, and scolded: "You're not afraid you're a fool, aren't you?"

"Hey, hey, hey"

As a qualified scumbag, it was not the first time he had heard such ridicule of Jiang Han, and he had always laughed awkwardly.

"Old man, I didn't study very well. When I saw the book, I was sleepy, so I was considerate. Jiang Han said with a smile. ”

"Have you memorized all the exercises just now?" asked the old chef helplessly.

"What are you kidding, old man. Do you think I can never forget it, I still know how many pounds and taels I have. Jiang Han said noisily.

Seeing Jiang Han being so arrogant, the old chef couldn't help but scold: "A drop of Lao Tzu's blood is enough to greatly improve your spiritual intelligence." ”

Seeing that the old chef was a little angry, Jiang Han had to half-believe and try to recall the string of golden words.

To his surprise, the series of exercises with less than 20,000 words were neatly arranged in his mind.

Today's Jiang Han is no longer the same as in the past. I'm afraid that even that kind of top student can't look up to it.

"I'll go, when will my brain be so good!" Jiang Han shouted excitedly.

If it weren't for the good soundproofing of this VIP ward, I'm afraid the attending doctor would have thought that something was wrong with his spirit.

With this unforgettable ability, Jiang Han really couldn't hide the joy in his heart. I have been a scumbag for more than ten years, and I was sleepy when I saw the textbooks, but I didn't expect to turn over in the third year of high school.

Today's Jiang Han is full of confidence in the college entrance examination, and when the time comes, being admitted to a good university will also make Lao Jiang look at him with admiration. Thinking of this, Jiang Han couldn't help but snicker.

However, this imaginary happiness did not last long before it was shattered by the old chef god.

"Don't be stupid, hurry up and practice. The old chef urged.

The words of the old chef god brought Jiang Han back to reality from his fantasy, and he hadn't figured out what this so-called exercise was.

"Old man, what is this book for?" Jiang Han asked.

"Cultivation. The old chef replied.

"It can't really be like the kind of immortal cultivation in the novel, right?" Jiang Hanhu doubted.

As a high school student who studied scientific and cultural knowledge, Jiang Han never believed that there was any so-called cultivation in this world.

"That's pretty much it. The old chef said leisurely.

"Is there really one?" Jiang Han exclaimed.

For a high school student, the world he saw in Jiang Han's eyes was too small, not even the tip of the iceberg.

"Your Uncle Tang is the virtual realm. The old chef said leisurely.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Han wondered.

"Bright energy, dark energy, artistic conception, transformation realm, virtual realm, grandmaster, sanctification, feathering, god and demon realm. This is the cultivation of the nine realms, one realm and one floating slaughter, the winner floats, and the loser slaughters. The old chef said in a deep voice.

"According to what you say, Uncle Tang is still a master. ”

"Yes, in Sioux City, it's second to none. The old chef praised.

That drop of divine blood has been in the antique shop for decades, and the antique street is a gathering place for the three religions and nine streams. The news he has heard over the years is enough for the old chef god to have a basic understanding of Sioux City.

Jiang Han was silent for a moment and said, "Old man, in fact, I don't want to cultivate. ”

Hearing this, the old chef couldn't help but be a little surprised. The opportunity to cultivate can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why is this guy not interested?

"Don't you want to live forever?" asked the old chef god.

"I don't want to. Jiang Han said truthfully.

"Why?"

After listening to Jiang Han's answer, the old kitchen god was even more surprised, immortality is not something that every mortal asks. Throughout the ages, how many emperors have died on the road to immortality.

"It's annoying to live too long. Jiang Han said rather melancholy.

If anyone sees him like this now, and then matches what he just said, I'm afraid that he will have the heart to kill! This is too cheap, right, will it be annoying to live too long?

The old chef couldn't help but be speechless for a while, and asked rhetorically: "Then you want to die young?"

"Not wanting. Jiang Han shook his head and replied.

"That's it, you're cultivating now just to survive the tribulation. Besides, you think it's very easy to cultivate to the Feather Transformation Realm, it's really hypocritical!" the old chef scolded bitterly.

Jiang Han thought about it for a while, it seemed that this was indeed the case. He was only seventeen years old, and he must not die young. Besides, he still hasn't eaten a lot!

"Let's get started!"

After saying that, Jiang Han sat cross-legged and cultivated the micro-Xuan Sutra passed down to him by the old kitchen god. There are almost no people on the 32nd floor of the hospital, and the doctors on duty on this floor are also extremely idle, generally hiding in the office to catch up on dramas and speculate in stocks. In such a quiet environment, Jiang Han quickly devoted himself to creating the Micro Xuan Sutra.

During the cultivation, Jiang Han couldn't help but sincerely sigh at the subtlety of this exercise. The feeling of qi flowing through the meridians and entering the five internal organs is really wonderful. I only felt that the whole person was hanging in the air, attracting the aura of heaven and earth to compete.