Wanting to settle down in this city, they had to find a private residence and spend some spiritual stones to live there.
This made Ling Kuan feel distressed for a long time.
Obviously they can return to the sect now, but even if they move forward slowly like this, they can still rush back to Fengxing Sect in a day.
Don't waste your spiritual stones and find a place to live here.
But he didn't dare to say more.
Zhang Shengli is now his master, and he will do whatever the master says.
Respecting teachers is something his father taught him since he was a child.
This is a small courtyard with quite a few rooms, but all of them are weatherproof.
There was a strong wind blowing outside and a light wind blowing inside. The soil was mixed with stones and piled up.
Although the courtyard occupies a large area, it is also very simple. Just like a farmhouse, everything inside can be clearly seen from the outside.
In the courtyard, Ling Kuan held the sword with both hands and stabbed forward with all his strength.
Just to stab him once, he had to hold the sword with both hands and use all his strength.
Due to lack of strength, the tip of the big sword fell directly to the ground and penetrated deeply into the ground.
When he wanted to lift it again, he was already a little unable to do it.
"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship!"
At this time, Zhang Shengli suddenly walked out of the room, holding an apple in his hand and chewing on it.
"When can you wield this sword without using spiritual power? When will you complete the first lesson after becoming a disciple?
Although you have talent, you are not born with divine power, so you still need to work hard if you want to meet the requirements."
Zhang Shengli said while eating an apple.
"Use all your strength and continue to practice slashing and stabbing."
Suddenly, veins appeared on Ling Kuan's forehead, and the big sword slowly rose again.
"When you feel exhausted, take one pill to maximize its effectiveness. Don't waste it."
After Zhang Shengli finished speaking, he walked to the other side.
On the other side, Lin Lan was writing with a pen.
Holding a writing brush in her hand, she was sitting at a square table.
There is a manuscript on the square table, which is copied stroke by stroke.
This square table can be said to be the most valuable thing in the whole yard.
It looks new and is exquisitely made.
When Zhang Shengli took it out from the space, the two of them were so surprised that they were speechless.
Because in their opinion, it is simply a waste to carry around tables and chairs to waste space for storing rings.
However, remembering that Zhang Shengli treated the ring as an accessory when giving gifts, the two of them did not dare to say anything more.
I have to say that Lin Lan's handwriting is very good, even in this state of copying books quickly.
If her calligraphy were brought to the earth and sold on the market, she would become a famous calligrapher of a generation.
She has not finished reading this handwritten book.
This is different from reading other books, the content inside is obscure and difficult to understand.
If you don't think about it carefully, it is difficult to understand its meaning.
So Zhang Shengli gave her an idea and asked her to copy the book.
In this way, she found that the effect was twice the result with half the effort, which was surprisingly good.
As she continued to copy books, she discovered that many things she didn't understand before suddenly became clear to her.
In just a few days, many of the problems she had encountered before were solved.
This time, Zhang Shengli did not give any advice, but stood behind the opponent and just looked at him for a few times.
Then he took out the Sifang Ding, walked aside, and started to refine the elixir.
"Concentrate on practice and don't get distracted!"
At this moment, Ling Kuan saw this and stopped. Just when he was about to ask a question, Zhang Shengli suddenly raised his head and said something to him.
Ling Kuan obviously didn't listen.
Because he saw that Zhang Shengli actually took out the resurrecting grass and put it directly into the alchemy furnace.
"Master!" Ling Kuan was about to speak to stop him.
"Practice your sword!"
Zhang Shengli glared again.
Then, various medicinal materials were put into the furnace as if they were free of charge.
After the delivery was completed, Zhang Shengli took the fruit and sat aside to eat it.
"What a magical alchemy furnace!"
Looking at the flames that naturally emerged from the furnace, Ling Kuan couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
wrong!
"Master has used this resurrecting grass, what should father do?"
Seeing that Ling Kuan had no intention of continuing, Zhang Shengli stroked his forehead.
"In terms of talent, you are superior to your junior sister, but in terms of perseverance, you are far behind her."
Zhang Shengli couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "The Resurrection Grass is in your own hands, I'm using mine, why are you so worried?"
Zhang Shengli's words finally made Ling Kuan think about it.
The resurrected soul was given to him in victory, and now it is still lying in his storage ring.
It's just that this matter involves his father. His first reaction was just after seeing the Resurrection Grass. How could he have thought of this.
"Hurry up and practice. After practice, let your father come over by himself."
After Zhang Shengli finished speaking, he suddenly threw a medicinal plant into the furnace again.
"If you want to restore the trauma of your soul, the pills you know are useful, but it will take a long time."
Ling Kuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at his junior sister.
At this time, Lin Lan had no intention of raising his head.
She seemed to be immersed in her own world, not hearing a word of the conversation between the two.
Originally, he wanted his junior sister to give him some advice.
But now it seems...
well!
He typed out a letter talisman and continued practicing absentmindedly.
As Zhang Shengli said, in terms of concentration, he is indeed incomparable to his junior sister.
Now, he doesn't even have the thought to continue practicing. His mind is filled with the elixirs that Zhang Shengli made.
This alchemy is too casual.
Don’t control the fire and don’t pay attention at all times.
Just throw the required medicinal materials in in order, without paying attention to the alchemy technique at all.
He doesn't know how to make elixirs, so naturally he doesn't know Zhang Shengli's current understanding of elixirs.
In the past, when he refined this kind of elixir, he might have paid more attention to it.
But now, it’s as simple as eating and drinking, and it’s at your fingertips.
At this time, Lin Lan, who had finished copying a page of paper, also reacted, glanced this way, and frowned slightly.
However, he just frowned slightly and then started copying the next article.
"You see, this is why I want to take her in but not you.
Your qualifications are good, but in this aspect, you are too far behind her. I wonder if you haven’t heard a word?"
Ling Kuan put away his sword and stood up, wiping the sweat from his face: "What are you talking about?"
"Those who pursue persistently and get the greatest happiness from it are the ones who succeed."
Zhang Shengli shook his head: "At this point, you are far inferior to her. She can regard learning formations as a kind of fun, but you are just doing it to improve your own strength."
"Practice is like farming. If you plant the same seeds at the same time, if you don't take care of them carefully, you won't be able to grow anything good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Kuan started to mutter.