"As we all know..."

"Our Heavenly Court is divided into upper, middle and lower classes, and the ones who are the least likely to get this pseudo-senile disease are the inferior people, that is, the monks of the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Monarch level, because they know that they live at the lowest level, and they know that only by constantly cultivating immortals can they become human masters. ”

"The second is the middle class, although the middle people have the upper class as their backers, but some are unwilling to keep it like this, so they will also work hard to cultivate immortals, so pseudo-aging diseases are not perennial in their bodies!"

"And yet..."

An Ran Immortal Saint suddenly became serious and said, "However, we are not good at this group of superior people. ”

"As far as I know, except for the Ten Immortal Emperors, other immortal saint-level perennial snails live on the island, staying at home, and not doing outdoor sports, the so-called immortal cultivation is to lie in the house to eat, sleep and chat. ”

"So over time, all kinds of underlying diseases appeared. ”

"Even, when they came out, the immortal saints don't know. ”

"And the Immortal Saint of Cannon Restoration fell for this trick, he has no friends or enemies, and there is no Immortal Saint level who will have hatred against him and directly move to kill. ”

"And even if you use the killing thought, it is impossible for the Immortal Saint to die so quietly, unless it is directly wiped out by the Immortal Emperor powerhouse, but this possibility is very small. ”

"So, to sum up, I speculate that in our immortal saint level, because of the reason for sitting and lying down for a long time and sleeping after eating, it has caused obesity, of course, this obesity can not be seen from the appearance, it is potential, some people are not fat, but he will also get this disease, and obesity is related to the whole body. With obesity, all kinds of diseases come out. ”

"And everyone, as immortal cultivators, thinks that how can we immortal cultivators get sick? This incubation period erupted... The bubble recovery immortal saint broke out, so it returned to the west. ”

"Hey, it's really miserable. ”

"Bao Hui Immortal Saint is still so young, and he still has a lot of days to go, but he lost his life because of his self-confidence. ”

An Ran Immortal Saint sighed there.

He finished the whole process in a beautiful voice, without a pause or hesitation, and said it as if it were true.

The Emperor of Heaven was moved.

"Manager Wang, what you said about An Ran Immortal Sage is reasonable? Have you ever had a pseudo-aging disease?"

The Heavenly Emperor asked.

Chief Manager Wang hurriedly said: "Lord Heavenly Emperor said that he laughed, the old slave walked around every day, and was loved by the Emperor of Heaven to manage the internal affairs of the Heavenly Court, how could he get sick?"

However, the Heavenly Emperor frowned and said, "Then that's it... I don't walk much every day, either sitting or lying down, so I have this pseudo-aging level of disease. ”

"No! no!"

"No way!"

An Ran Immortal Saint said categorically: "Lord Heavenly Emperor, it is impossible for you to get this disease. You are working hard for our heavenly court, which can be regarded as a kind of exercise!"

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly: "Yes, you are right, although I don't move my body every day, I use my brain every day." In order to manage the Heavenly Court, my brain can be regarded as painstaking!"

Mr. Wang was speechless in his heart, if I hadn't been by your side all day long, I would have believed it. Every day in Heaven, you either sit or eat, eat or sleep...

You've left things to the diva Green.

An Ran Immortal Saint immediately said when he heard this: "Lord Heavenly Emperor, I have a brain-tonifying drink that I brought from my travels, ninety-nine eighty-one walnuts, drink it, calm the nerves and nourish the brain." ”

"Oh, there's such a good thing, so you can send someone to bring it later." ”

"Yes..."

An Ran Immortal Saint nodded.

As his name suggests, Enron.

He just wants to live quietly and calmly.

What about being a god of justice?

What about being the master of the House of Justice?

As long as you are safe and secure, you can't make mistakes.

Therefore, there are times, Enron Immortal Saint is a style of doing things that turn big things into small things and small things.

Seeing that the Emperor of Heaven did not pursue it, he was fooled like this, and An Ran Immortal Saint was still a little proud in his heart.

"An Ran Immortal Saint, I will give you a will. ”

The Heavenly Emperor said lightly.

"Lord Heavenly Emperor, please say, I will do my best to complete it. ”

An Ran Immortal Saint said in fear.

The Heavenly Emperor pondered for a while and said, "In order to prevent pseudo-senile diseases from occurring in the group of immortal saint powerhouses..."

"From now on, the powerhouses of the Immortal Saint level will be led by you every morning, let them run from the East Heavenly Gate to the West Heavenly Gate, and then from the West Heavenly Gate to the South Heavenly Gate, and then from the South Heavenly Gate to the North Heavenly Gate, so that they can run three or four laps!

Enron Immortal Saint: "???"

"What's running?"

An Ran Immortal Saint said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "Lord Heavenly Emperor..."

"You're not mistaken..."

"Our Heavenly Court covers an area of 100,000 acres..."

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly, "I know, but... You are immortal cultivators, what are you afraid of?"

"Cultivating immortals is important, life is important?"

An Ran Immortal Saint hesitated for a moment and said, "The premise of cultivating immortals must be fate?!"

The Heavenly Emperor frowned and said, "An Ran Immortal Saint, what's the matter with you?"

"Are you slacking off too?"

"Do you also have pseudo-senile diseases?"

"What is running for?"

"Isn't it for your health?"

"Could it be just to satisfy my bad tastes?"

The Heavenly Emperor's questions came out of his mouth one after another, and An Ran Immortal Saint was very frightened when he heard it.

"No... No, how could I slack off, Lord Emperor? Pseudo-senile disease, I... I don't think I have it. ”

"You think that's what you think?"

"I don't want you to think, I want me to feel. ”

The Emperor of Heaven said solemnly: "You, you still say that others have pseudo-senile diseases, but what about yourself? You should also care about yourself while caring about others!"

"This... Your Excellency the Heavenly Emperor, my Judicial Palace is busy with business, how can I get sick?"

"Pull it down. ”

The Heavenly Emperor said angrily: "It's the first time in thousands of years that someone has died in my Heavenly Court, and it's an Immortal Saint who has died, how busy can the business of your Judicial Hall be? Could it be that you have taken over private work from Lei Yin in the West?"

"No... No. ”

An Ran Immortal Saint said busily.

"That's right, we can't rob others of people, right?"

The Emperor of Heaven said: "That's someone's territory, if you don't even say hello for no reason, it's a violation of the rules to rob people like this." ”

"There are no rules, even I can't protect it, you know?"

"I know..."

"Well, this is a mirror, requiring every Immortal Saint to brush their faces before and after running, so as not to be lazy and take my words inappropriately. ”

The Emperor of Heaven gave An Ran Immortal Saint a mirror, and An Ran Immortal Saint was stupid.

TM: Have you ever heard of a cultivator who runs to prevent getting sick?