"Master, why do you want to accept me as your disciple?"
On a main road.
The three of them sat on a mount and moved forward slowly.
Lin Lan looked at Zhang Shengli sitting in front of him and asked.
Not only did he want to know this question, but Ling Kuan on the side also wanted to know the reason.
In terms of talent, he is countless times better than his opponent.
In terms of strength, he is far superior to his opponent.
However, Zhang Shengli did the opposite and rushed to recruit Lin Lan, but he was just an accessory.
"It's simple, because you are smart!"
Zhang Shengli didn't look back, and just said with a smile: "Talent is not the most important when it comes to learning formations, the most important thing is this."
As he spoke, he pointed to his head.
"A formation is easy to learn but difficult to master, especially in the later stages. If you don't know how to learn and apply it, and draw inferences from one example, it will be difficult to make much progress.
But you are different. At this point, I have met many people who are not as good as you, and this is why."
Lin Lan was not embarrassed for the first time after being praised by Zhang Shengli. The corners of his mouth raised and he glanced at Ling Kuan beside him.
Because of her qualifications, she is not very popular in her sect.
If it weren't for her beauty, maybe no one would want to talk to her, especially after her master's accident in recent years.
"Is this really the case?" Ling Kuan stood aside and seemed a little unconvinced.
"How else could it be?" Zhang Shengli took out a book and threw it directly to Lin Lan behind him.
"Before I teach you the formation, you should read this and understand everything in this book. I will teach you the other ones."
Lin Lan was slightly startled, then opened the book and took a look.
"Master, did you write all this yourself?"
I saw that the book was all filled with handwriting, and there were also alterations and corrections, making it very confusing.
But the handwriting is really beautiful, and Lin Lan can study it for a long time just by picking one out.
"To learn formations from me, you not only need to be familiar with various books, but you also need to practice your calligraphy well."
After hearing this, Ling Kuan seemed to understand something, and suddenly said: "The reason why the master chose junior sister as his apprentice is because of her talent, right?"
Zhang Shengli smiled slightly: "There is such a meaning in it."
"Then when will she be able to wave her hands in formation like you, Master?"
"It's easy to wave your hands to form a formation, but it's difficult to draw talismans in the air. This requires talent. If you don't understand it clearly, it won't be possible in this life."
"Ah?" Ling Kuan glanced at the junior sister next to him, his eyes a little dim.
"What? Isn't this enough?"
This time, neither of them spoke.
One is deep in thought, the other is studying the book with his head down.
We walked about a few more miles.
When Ling Kuan looked up, he suddenly saw a big sword in Zhang Shengli's hand.
The sword is as tall as a person and looks very bulky.
"Don't you want to learn the sword? Practice with this first. When will you be able to wield it like an arm without using spiritual power? When will you assign a task?"
After saying that, he just threw it directly towards the other party.
Reach out and pick it up.
Suddenly a strong force hit him, making his whole body tense up and he almost escaped.
"So heavy!"
Soon, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't lift them up without using his spiritual power.
"Master, it's so heavy, when will I be able to practice it like an arm?"
Zhang Shengli grinned, stopped replying, just closed his eyes and rested, and started communicating with his daughter.
Ling Kuan looked depressed when he saw this.
If you can't lift the sword, how can you stab it?
"master!"
After Ling Kuan shouted a few words, he found that Zhang Shengli ignored him at all, and in desperation turned his eyes to the junior sister who was reading a book seriously.
well!
He jumped up suddenly and jumped off the mount.
Suddenly, two deep footprints appeared on the entire ground.
The mount moved slowly, and he followed slowly, dragging his sword.
The sword that was as tall as a man left a deep mark wherever he passed.
In just half an hour, my whole arm began to feel sore, my whole body began to sweat, and my speed also slowed down.
When they arrived at the next resting place, Lin Lan, who was sitting on his mount, realized that his senior brother was missing.
Just when he was about to ask, he saw from a distance that Ling Kuan looked tired as he dragged his sword forward slowly.
"Brother!"
Lin Lan was startled and didn't know what was going on for a moment, so she quickly jumped off her mount.
"Give him this."
At this moment, a porcelain bottle fell into her hands.
There was a full bottle of red pills in the porcelain bottle, the size of beans, and they were all thrown to her as if they were free of charge.
"One pill at a time. You can only give it to him when he is in this state. Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced."
She hurriedly ran to Ling Kuan, and regardless of his current condition, she took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Brother, how are you?"
She looked a little anxious.
Along the way, I was so serious that I never thought that something like this would happen.
Ling Kuan still had the strength to speak at this time.
Feeling the power in my belly spread throughout my body, I sat cross-legged and began to digest my energy.
Another half hour passed.
At this time, Zhang Shengli had finished his meal and came to the two of them.
"How does it feel?"
call!
Ling Kuan took a deep breath and bowed directly to Zhang Shengli.
"Thank you, master!"
Zhang Shengli waved his hand: "Don't deal with these useless things. If it's good, let's continue."
"Ah?" Ling Kuan glanced at Lin Lan, who had been taking care of him: "But junior sister, she hasn't eaten yet."
"If you don't eat one meal, you won't die of hunger."
Ling Kuan wanted to say something more, but Lin Lan on the side tugged on his sleeves, shook his head, and walked towards his mount.
Keep on your way.
Two people are in front, and one person is dragging a long sword behind.
This strange combination attracted the attention of many people on the road.
"Is this man a fool? How can he do it with such a big sword?"
"Don't talk nonsense, didn't you see that the other party is a disciple of Fengxing Sect?"
"What's wrong with Fengxing Sect? It's just a small sect that can't even be ranked second-rate."
"Keep your voice down, no matter what happens, you are still better than us. Don't get into trouble."
Listening to the gossip around him, Ling Kuan surprisingly did not refute.
If this happened in the past, he would definitely teach the other party a lesson.
But now? Enjoy it!
Every time I feel exhausted, there will be a surge of heat.
Coupled with the red pill, after just half a day, he felt that his whole body was full of energy.
Maybe this training method was of no use to his swordsmanship, but this feeling of sudden increase in strength made him feel better.
"Master, there is a small town ahead. Do we want to rest for a day?"
At this moment, Lin Lan, who had been reading, suddenly spoke.