"You raise me...?"
An Mingchuan's heart trembled suddenly, and he stared blankly at An Lin.
Soon, he came back to his senses, shook his head again and again and said:
"No, I've said it all, Dad doesn't need you to sing to make money, you go and finish college first."
An Lin resolutely said: "That's not what I meant, and I have no intention of making money from singing."
"I mean, I'm rich now, and I can support you."
As he spoke, An Lin took out a bank card from his pocket and said, "There are more than 350 million RMB in this card, spend it as you like, we are not short of money!"
An Mingchuan was stunned again.
He looked at the card for a long time before he hesitated and said, "Lin Zi, stop joking now..."
An Lin shook his head seriously: "I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, Dad, we'll go to the cash machine to check the account right now."
An Mingchuan looked at An Lin in front of him, and it could be seen from his expression that he did not lie to himself.
After a while, An Mingchuan said solemnly:
"Linzi, tell me the truth, where did you get the money?"
"Did you win the lottery, or did you win by relying on amazing gambling skills?"
An Lin felt depressed when he heard the words: "Don't mention the word 'gambling', we are still good father and son..."
An Mingchuan smiled awkwardly, but he really didn't understand why he could earn more than 300 million in less than a year.
Even though singing can make money, isn't An Lin just debuted? Where did the money come from
An Lin knew An Mingchuan's doubts, so he didn't hide it, and said directly: "Father, let me tell you the truth, I'm actually cultivating immortality now! I can have as many things as I want."
An Mingchuan blinked his eyes when he heard the words: "What did you say?"
"I said... I'm actually cultivating immortality now."
"Just like those immortals in TV dramas, understand?"
An Lin repeated it again.
"Oh, I get it!" An Mingchuan's face was stunned: "You mean you are filming, playing a fairy cultivating immortals?"
An Lin: "..."
He knew his dad wouldn't believe him if he didn't show his hands.
"Dad, watch me perform!"
An Mingchuan heard the words and looked at An Lin.
An Lin made a gesture, and saw the spicy noodles in the bowl trembled as if being pulled.
Immediately afterwards, the noodles flew up like a living loach, and then flew into his mouth.
Noodles and noodle soup are continuously fed into his mouth, and he only needs to move his mouth to chew continuously...
An Mingchuan was shocked, his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen a ghost.
He never expected that there would be such a showy operation when eating noodles!
After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, An Lin smiled at An Mingchuan: "How is it?"
"It's amazing, what kind of magic is this!?"
An Mingchuan was in admiration, he had never seen such a realistic close-up magic.
The corner of An Lin's mouth twitched, and suddenly a thunderbolt flashed in his hand, and a thunder snake crackled.
An Mingchuan saw the lightning entwined around An Lin's fingertips, and was stunned again.
Immediately afterwards, Razer pounced on the table.
"Boom!"
The table was scorched black by the thunder.
An Mingchuan touched the dining table with his hand, and the dining table fell directly to the ground like black sand.
The two bowls of noodles began to fall to the ground, but the expected shattering did not happen, but were suspended in the air strangely.
I saw that An Lin made a move with one hand.
Two bowls of noodles flew onto the kitchen table.
Then, An Lin snapped his fingers.
A ball of flame burst out and burned the design drawing on An Mingchuan's desk.
An Lin swiped with one hand.
A wind blade came out from his hand, directly splitting the TV in half.
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Just like that, Anlin used one after another of immortal techniques, and he was overwhelmed.
An Mingchuan's world view has been severely impacted, and his deep-rooted ideas are finally beginning to collapse.
He believed it, he really believed that his son was a fairy!
This Nima Anlin is about to blow up this prefabricated house with a fairy method, can he not believe it!
Seeing that his father finally accepted the fact that he was a monk, An Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
He really had the idea of smashing the prefabricated house with the Shaking Fist just now.
Next, An Lin began to recount his experiences.
He told his father all about how he met the immortal, his study experience at the Immortal Cultivation United University in Heaven, and the mission he went down to earth this time.
An Mingchuan didn't expect his son to experience so many things in just one year, and he was amazed at this moment.
Seeing that the time was ripe, An Lin said again: "Father, let's cultivate immortals together, I will take you to pretend to fly!"
Cultivation
If An Mingchuan had heard this word before, he would have thought it was a fantasy and unreasonable.
But at this moment, his thoughts have undergone an earth-shaking change.
Because immortals really exist, and if you have the opportunity to become a real immortal, how could you give up such a thing!
"But, my age is no longer suitable for cultivating immortals." An Mingchuan said hesitantly.
"I'm getting older, it's really not suitable, the speed will be much slower..."
However, the expression on An Lin's face was extremely firm, and he continued to speak:
"But, as I said, I will take care of you in the future."
"So what if you're older, pills, spirit stones, and exercises can make up for this defect."
"Please believe me, Dad, one day, I will definitely take you soaring above the nine heavens!"
An Mingchuan looked at the face that was no longer immature, and felt something touched in his heart.
In the end, he showed a relieved smile: "Linzi, Dad believes in you!"
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After An Lin's father agreed to cultivate immortality, they began to pay back the money they had borrowed.
In addition, they also gave a lot of extra compensation to those who borrowed money.
After all, friends who can lend a helping hand in times of crisis, this kind of friendship is worth their doing.
The next day, An Lin made a phone call to Huang Shanshan.
Among the mortal cultivating sect and the national cultivating department, he still chose the national cultivating department.
This is because the Mortal Immortal Cultivation Sect is actually almost independent of the Heavenly Court, with very few connections, while the National Special Operations Department has a direct connection with the Heavenly Court.
An Lin is a member of the Heavenly Court, and letting his father go to the country's immortal cultivation institution, the safety is more guaranteed.
"Hey, An Lin, have you found your father?" Huang Shanshan's tired voice came from the phone.
"Well, thank you, I have found him now. That's it, I want my father to go to your immortal cultivation department to practice, is that okay?" An Lin asked with some concern.
The general immortal cultivation department has professional teachers, but for students as old as his father, there must be a lot of obstacles in teaching them, and maybe they have to ask those teachers for their opinions.
Unexpectedly, Huang Shanshan's answer was very straightforward: "No problem, when do you plan to come, I will send someone to pick up your father."
An Lin was also a little happy when he heard the words: "Then tomorrow, my dad and I will wait for you in the mountain city tomorrow."
"Okay, I will contact you then." Huang Shanshan's answer was as straightforward as ever.
Just as An Lin was about to hang up, her voice came again: "Wait!"
"Well, what's wrong?" An Lin was a little puzzled.
"I suddenly remembered one thing. If your father came to our place to practice, if it was an ordinary cultivation study, it would be provided free of charge. However, besides this, there are other levels of guidance." Huang Shanshan said.
"There is such a thing, let's talk about it?" An Lin didn't expect to go to them to practice with other grades.
Huang Shanshan: "The first kind of training guidance is the guidance of junior members. It is taught by the elite lecturers of our department, and provides various medicines and first-class exercises. The combatants of our special operations department accept this kind of training. This kind of guidance, because it will consume a lot of resources, so you need to pay an additional one hundred spirit stones a year."
"The second kind of training guidance is the guidance of senior members. It is taught by the highest-ranking teacher in our department. He is also my master. During the training period, the department will provide the best pills and the most top-notch cultivation methods. The resources are very large, and you need to pay an additional 1,000 spirit stones a year."
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There was a silence.
An Lin: "No more?"
Huang Shanshan was taken aback: "It's gone, what else do you want?"
An Lin: "Is there no guidance from the Gold Supreme Super VIP member who pays 10,000 spirit stones a year?"
Shanshan Huang: "..."
"No, get out!"
An Lin: "Oh...then ask senior members to guide you."
A helpless mutter came from the phone again.
"Hey... only a thousand spirit stones a year, can you teach my dad well?"
When Huang Shanshan heard this, she almost cried.
Damn, a thousand spirit stones are rare!
It's okay to speak well, this is very hurtful!
By the way, how much money does An Lin have, is he a local tyrant in the world of cultivating immortals
The way An Lin looked at her, couldn't be the way he looked at a beggar!
Huang Shanshan felt more and more that she was poor, and the more she thought about it, the more disappointed she became, and she didn't even feel like complaining.
"It's nothing, I'll hang up." Huang Shanshan felt that if she continued to talk to An Lin, her Dao Xin would be affected.
"Well, I will give you 1,200 spirit stones a year then."
"The extra two hundred spirit stones will be given to you as a tip. 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 sniffled.
What is going on with this feeling of joy and sadness
(end of this chapter)