Things are more complicated and worse than imagined.

In a deliberate attempt, Feng Lan determined that he did not even have basic personal freedoms.

This made him very uneasy, but he did not dare to express his uneasiness too much.

He pondered and planned silently, often touching his greasy belly and sighing deeply.

"The big belly is the result of thirteen years of training as a programmer. It would be nice if I had a full belly of internal energy."

He laughed at himself, made an exercise plan, and ordered a set of fitness equipment based on abdominal wheels, dumbbells, and bicycles.

After dinner, the fitness equipment has been installed.

He started exercising seriously, and within an hour, he was in unspeakable pain and found it difficult to continue.

The time is only twenty-fifteen.

So, I ordered the complete set of Jin Daxia's works and it was delivered within half an hour.

The on-call service made him feel like a rich young man.

Feng Lan is a loyal fan of Jin Da Xia, and is very familiar with the core plots of many novels. He directly turns to the place he wants to read and reads it carefully to see how the masters practice the Nine Yang Manual and the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

Some heroes are top masters when they appear on the scene, but they don't know how to master the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

This kind of hero started practicing martial arts at the age of seven or eight and has laid a solid foundation. In addition, he is a genius and can master everything in a short time.

Some experts, relying on one-third of the Nine Yang Sutra they heard, understood the method of using soft fists to overcome hardness, and developed the authentic internal skills of Xuanmen.

This kind of master has a master who is very arrogant. He has been relatively simple since elementary school and has laid a solid foundation intentionally or unintentionally. He only waits for a sudden enlightenment, transformation and advancement, and soar to the sky.

Some protagonists go through volumes of practice, but there are no written descriptions or records of the techniques.

Such a protagonist has invincible luck.

Feng Lan concluded that the most suitable thing for him is to "lay a solid foundation since childhood and just wait for an epiphany".

This road is completely impossible for a greasy middle-aged man who is out of breath after running three thousand meters.

When it was almost twenty-three o'clock, the bell rang, and a voice came from the intercom next to the screen: "Feng Lan, practice the Nine Yang Magic Technique immediately without making any mistakes."

Feng Lan was lost in thought while reading a book. He was startled by the voice. He paused and said loudly: "I know."

"Either you are crazy, or I am a psychopath?"

Feng Lan stood up and stretched his muscles, thinking secretly, cursing a few words in his mind before he felt relieved.

Twenty-three o'clock.

Feng Lan sat cross-legged and meditated, opened the Nine Yang Manual, read it carefully for fifteen minutes, and practiced according to the law.

When he entered meditation, the oriental fish white in the depths of his mind slowly emerged, and frost and mist surged.

When he practiced according to the method in the book, without any distracting thoughts, he sensed a small drop of water in the white space of Dongfang Yu.

With a clear mind and one mind, embrace the essence and keep oneness, integrate yourself as much as possible into the oriental fish-white space deep in your mind, and sense the existence of small water droplets.

Gradually, a gap opened above the head, and the magic formula of Nine Yang Divine Art was operating, and the small water droplets sensed floated in and swirled around the gap.

Feng Lan's training experience in another world used pomp and effort to restrain impulse and excitement, abandon the eagerness to catch things quickly, and let everything take its course.

That small drop of water shuttles freely through the frost and mist, remaining absolutely cautious about the mysterious gaps it captures, sometimes moving away and sometimes getting closer.

Fenglan's whole body became more relaxed, and his meditative thoughts were integrated into the oriental fish-white space deep in his mind to the maximum extent, and he never showed his desire for water drops.

Time flows away minute by minute.

The water droplets that relaxed their vigilance floated into the gap, and suddenly a skylight closed.

The wind and waves move the Nine Sun Magic Skill, pulling the "water drop" along the body's Qi meridians for a week, returning to the Dantian of the lower abdomen, and slowly settling down. It is obvious that this "water drop" has turned into "inner family's true energy" and is stored in the Dantian.

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Fenglan spent time, considering that he was being monitored, so he continued to run the "Shanhe Jue" and "Fengxue Sutra" silently, but they were all ineffective.

Unexpectedly, the "Yin-Yang Curse, Yin Curse, and Heart-Calling Curse" were running for a whole day, and the Dantian in the lower abdomen felt like it was being vaporized, which was completely opposite to the "fulfilling" feeling of just storing "water drops".

If you don’t have the experience of cultivation in another world, you will definitely go crazy.

During the initial practice, any strange phenomena are not surprising.

The truth behind it is also thought through.

The "drops of water" are washed and refined. Only by repeatedly absorbing and refining, practicing hard day after day, and accumulating bit by bit year after year, the "inner family's true energy" gradually becomes deeper, tangible, and qualitative.

At that time, all kinds of exquisite martial arts stunts can be activated.

Feng Lan still maintained his cultivation posture, thinking about things over and over again.

First, why is Dongfang Yubai deep in my mind only useful in this world?

Second, is the world really undergoing terrible changes, as Ma Mengqi and Sun You said?

Thirdly, who wrote the Nine Sun Magic Skills and the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms, and how could they bring the things in martial arts novels to reality?

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"The truth must be found out."

*                              *

The door was opened from the outside.

It was Ma Mengqi and Sun You who walked in.

"Trash." Ma Mengqi cursed, "All your cultivation resources will be recycled and concentrated on me and my little friends."

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm a waste. Let me go home, okay?" Feng Lan jumped out of bed and said in a begging voice, "I really don't have the blessing to enjoy magical skills and stunts. It's really inappropriate. I'm such a waste.

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"It stands to reason that even the worst qualifications can show signs of sensing alien spiritual energy." The smile on Sun You's face disappeared and his eyelids drooped.

"I'm thirty-six years old, so what qualifications do I have?" Feng Lan pointed at his bulging belly, "Even the internal strength accumulated in my programming career is only this big. I have to start from scratch again.

, in another thirteen years, I will be half dead."

Ma Mengqi was shaking with anger and didn't speak for a long time.

Suddenly he let out a long sigh, pulled his grandson away, and closed the door with a bang.

Roughly speaking, this means that mourning is greater than dying.

"I'm so mad at you."

Feng Lan drank a small glass of water, fell on the bed and went to sleep.

Get up early the next day and go out for a run.

There are many people on the large playground, in twos and threes, but there are not many people running on the track.

After running three thousand meters, Feng Lan was out of breath and could not slow down. He happened to hear two rough and strong men arguing loudly.

A big man said: "How can your 'White Bone Ghost Palm' rival my 'Hundred Calamity Palm'?"

Another big man sneered and said: "The 'Hundred Pain Palm' is more than subtle, but not strong enough. It is really difficult to reach the level of elegance. The 'White Bone Ghost Palm' is both hard and soft, exquisite and extraordinary. It is naturally superior to many. Watch the moves."

The two of them started to move, one move after another, with style.

Feng Lan saw Thirteen Moves and saw a big man looking at him fiercely, so he had no choice but to keep running forward.

Along the way, I heard several couples discussing, including boxing techniques, stick techniques, and sword techniques, and I remembered them all in my mind.

After persisting for 6,000 meters, I couldn't bear it any longer. I returned to the dormitory, took a shower, ate and drank, and quickly looked up the martial arts moves I heard, including almost all famous martial arts novels.

He still wanted to lie down and drink tea, but a roaring voice came from the intercom: "Trash, hurry up and practice martial arts."

Feng Lan rolled his eyes for a while, and then used the abdominal wheel first. His stomach hurt so much that he couldn't help it. After grinding his teeth for five times, he had no choice but to give up. He pedaled the bicycle for a while and lifted dumbbells for a while before opening the book of the Twenty-Eight Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

The essence of the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms is to circulate the true energy to generate force, but the moves are extremely simple and clear.

Only the inner Qi of the inner family is deeper and stronger, which can match the strong strength of the outer family.

For an ordinary mortal body, it is really difficult to reach heaven from the outside in, to use force to realize the Tao, and to cultivate deep internal energy.

Therefore, the prologue of the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms is clearly marked. Only those who have achieved internal strength can proceed step by step to avoid masculine and powerful external forces from damaging the internal organs.

Feng Lan had a four-year romance, and his understanding of it was no weaker than any master in the world today.

He recited the formulas of each palm technique carefully, memorizing it first, and in order to cope with the surveillance of others, he reluctantly performed some moves that were not accurate. Just like that, he boxed for half an hour, sweating profusely, and almost suffocating.

Too weak.

Fenglan felt too embarrassed, so she took a shower first, applied a hot towel to her belly, and continued reading martial arts novels.

*                              *

Had lunch.

Feng Lan walked out of the room and thought about walking downstairs, but was blocked by patrollers, so he could only go to the playground.

He walked towards the playground.

There are still a lot of people on the playground, and more than a dozen pairs of people are trying to fight each other.
To be continued...