Before dawn the next day, Meng Lin and Wukong were woken up by the Turtle Immortal, Meng Lin knew that the cruel cultivation method of the Turtle Immortal was coming, and there was some nervousness and fear in anticipation, he didn't know if he could persevere.

Meng Lin knew the true purpose of those cultivation projects, and it was precisely because he knew that he was afraid that those cultivation projects were all existences that wanted to train people to death.

Klin persevered, but he was not Klin, it was Meng Lin.

"Today's cultivation project on the first day, send milk."

Coming to the dairy farm, the Turtle Immortal asked Meng Lin and Wukong to take a carton of milk each.

"But unlike other people, you have to run to deliver milk." And the milkman on the side was stunned when he heard the words of the turtle immortal. He usually delivers milk by helicopter, but even that takes a lot of time, and now he is yelling at two little boys to run to deliver milk! It's going to exhaust them to death.

Finally, the first terrifying cultivation item that Meng Lin knew was here, running to deliver milk! This is an item to train the strength of the feet.

"We have to finish the milk before dawn. Now, let's go! ”

After saying that, the Turtle Immortal was the first to start running, and Meng Lin and Wukong followed closely behind.

I haven't practiced like this, I don't know that it's painful to practice like this, the first bottle was fine, and I can stick to it, but from the second bottle, Meng Lin gradually felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and his running speed began to slow down.

By the time of the third bottle, the speed was literally gone. And every time you have to run around something, it's even more physically demanding. Seeing that he was being pulled farther and farther away, Meng Lin gritted his teeth and insisted on running. If he is really left behind, then his dream of being a strong man should not be thought about.

And the turtle immortal and Wukong in front also slowed down and waited for Meng Lin to catch up, and the three of them came to the last place where the milk was delivered so quickly and slowly.

Seeing this place, Meng Lin almost despaired, the staircase with no end in sight, I don't know how much time it will take to walk up. But there was no choice but to start walking the stairs.

Wukong walked much faster than Meng Lin, and on a flat ground, he didn't know what the turtle immortal said to Wukong, and Wukong, who was already about to die, suddenly seemed to have strength and walked towards it again.

Seeing this, Meng Lin could only walk step by step, even if his feet were already shaking.

The foot of the walk was almost broken, and finally saw that the end was ahead, Meng Lin gritted his teeth and walked the last staircase, and after delivering the milk, the whole person fell to the ground panting heavily.

Meng Lin felt that his lungs were about to explode, and his feet did not obey the call, so there was nothing to move all over his body. I don't even have the strength to wipe my sweat and open my eyes.

But fortunately, the turtle immortal gave the two of them a little time to rest, but they didn't rest for long. When it was dawn, the two of them began their morning practice again—plowing the ground with their bare hands!

Meng Lin thought very well in his heart, this is easier than giving milk, but when he really did it, he found that it was not simple at all!

It's not very difficult to dig the soil by hand, but it's hard to dig quickly and accurately. And there are some small pebbles in the soil, digging up and calling it a pain.

The most important thing is that such a large piece of land is only ploughed by hand, and the hand will be broken.

After plowing for a while, Meng Lin took out his hand and shook it a few times, blew a few breaths, and then began to plow again. And so on and so forth, and so on, and so on, and so on.

And because he had to bend over all the time, the load on his waist was too great, causing Meng Lin to feel that his fingers and waist were about to break.

Finally, before their fingers and waist were broken, they finished plowing the ground.

Meng Lin looked at his unconscious hand and smiled helplessly. He used to watch anime with a smile when he saw it, but after he experienced it himself, he realized how innocent he was at that time.

One morning, after doing one thing like this, Meng Lin felt that his stomach was hungry, but fortunately, it was time for lunch.

Meng Lin never thought that eating was such a happy thing. Looking at the sumptuous dishes made by Lan Qi, Meng Lin and Wukong added bowl after bowl, bowl after bowl.

Meng Lin never thought that he would be able to eat so much, the amount of food he ate in one meal was enough to be worth the amount he had eaten for three days, no, five days. When he was full, Meng Lin patted his round belly with satisfaction, at least, his strength was back.

The cultivation at noon is relatively relaxed, and it is a nap. Meng Lin lay happily in the hammock, listening to the turtle immortal talk about the world's masters, and then slowly fell asleep. Meng Lin wished that time had stopped, even though he knew it was impossible.

The cultivation in the afternoon was a little easier than the morning one, but it was not much easier.

Swimming in a river with sharks is guaranteed not to be eaten, so swim as hard as you can, and swim even if you can't move. Tied with a rope and dodging bee bites to train reflexes and dodge skills. In the end, his face was full of bags, swollen like a pig's head. And a day of cultivation passed in such a painful way.

The evening was the time to learn knowledge, which was a difficult thing for Wukong, but it was too easy for Meng Lin, it was the most relaxing cultivation item he felt except for napping.

The night was the happiest time, Meng Lin had never been so tired, he fell asleep after taking a bath, and seeing Meng Lin and Wukong sleeping so soundly, the turtle fairy gently covered them with a quilt.

The next day, before dawn, Meng Lin and Wukong were called up to practice again.

After waking up, Meng Lin felt that there was no place in his body that was not sore, and even if he stretched his waist, it would hurt. He wanted to sleep in the afternoon, but he couldn't.

With such a body, he still has to insist on cultivating for a day, Meng Lin doesn't know how long he can last, whether he will die in the middle of his cultivation.

But this path was chosen by himself, and since he chose this path, he must stick to it.

Due to the previous day's cultivation, Meng Lin felt that today's cultivation was even more painful than before, dragging a body with a sore body to run to deliver milk, plowing the ground with a pair of hands that seemed to be unconscious, and the shark could only swim desperately after chasing him, no matter whether he could swim or not. Then it was bitten again, and the head was full of bags.

Such painful days are day after day, day after day, unconsciously, Meng Lin and Wukong have grown greatly, they gradually get used to this kind of cultivation, from the initial fear, complaining to the later indifference, Meng Lin can clearly feel that he has changed.

In every aspect, he was much stronger than before, and in one of the experiments, Meng Lin found that he could actually push boulders that he had previously thought impossible to push by humans. Meng Lin knew that he had finally taken the first step on his path to becoming a powerhouse.