Zhang Shengli glared at Ling Kuan fiercely and opened the furnace lid.
Suddenly a medicinal fragrance spread throughout the small courtyard.
"With this, with just one pill, your father's spirit will be restored within three days."
Zhang Shengli was full of confidence and put the six pills in a row into the porcelain bottle.
………
In this small courtyard, one has to pay a spiritual stone every day.
Watching the time pass day by day, Ling Kuan felt even more heartbroken.
Why don't you go back to the sect? Why do you have to stay here?
Practicing?
Isn’t it the same no matter where you practice?
Ling Kuan couldn't figure it out, but he practiced it day after day.
His father did not wait for him, nor did he reply to his letter.
But his strength is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.
From the difficulty of lifting the sword before, to the stabbing now.
Although I can only swing two or three times at a time, compared to before, the progress is huge.
Ling Kuan knew in his heart that none of this had much to do with his own efforts.
It was all the benefits that the red pill had brought to him.
If it weren't for the pill, how could he have such great strength now?
"Master, am I qualified now?"
He stabbed the big sword forward in his hand, then slowly put it away.
He felt a little proud.
"It's still early. You can only barely lift it. You're still far away from using the sword. Keep practicing."
Zhang Shengli rolled his eyes angrily, sat in front of the door, and started reading a book.
These books were all borrowed from Lin Lan.
There are all kinds of weird and varied books, but there are none that are really useful.
"From today on, no matter whether you are eating or sleeping, the sword will never leave your body and you will develop a relationship with it."
Ling Kuan was dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice: "It's just a matter of practicing swordsmanship, why is it so troublesome?"
Zhang Shengli's ears were so bright that he directly countered: "If you want to practice superior swordsmanship, you must learn these basics."
"What about you? Your sword isn't that heavy, isn't it?"
At this time, Lin Lan, who had just finished writing, also looked towards Zhang Shengli.
"My sword?" Zhang Shengli laughed.
As his voice fell, in front of him, the long sword named Bufan began to circle around him.
"Why don't you try it!"
After speaking, the long sword seemed to understand what he said, and it fell in front of Ling Kuan and was stuck straight on the ground.
"If you can pull him up, I'll call you master."
Ling Kuan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched the long sword.
However, the sword seemed to have spirituality, and it just hid from him.
Shaking it left and right, just not letting him touch it.
Lin Lan on the side was very curious and stopped writing. She just stood there and read.
"Master, please stop it, otherwise I can't even touch it, how can I pull it out?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword stopped motionless in an instant.
Seizing the opportunity, Ling Kuan stretched out his hand to hold it, using all his strength.
However……
The long sword didn't move at all.
Use your strength again.
Still no movement.
"Master, how much does this sword weigh?" Sweat dripped from Ling Kuan's forehead as he stared at Zhang Shengli blankly.
"have no idea!"
Zhang Shengli laughed.
How did he know how heavy this sword was?
When he first picked it up, both he and the eagle could hold it, and it was no different from a normal sword.
After following him for so many years, apart from changing the size, the weight has not changed at all.
But after the last experience in the Sword Valley, the weight of the sword changed.
As long as Zhang Shengli thinks about it, this sword can be heavier than Mount Tai, and can crush an innate to death just by its weight alone.
"Don't know?" Ling Kuan was stunned for a moment and let go of the long sword.
Then, the long sword flew towards Zhang Shengli and disappeared.
"I don't know. I want him to be as heavy as I want him to be."
Poof!
Lin Lan laughed out loud.
She knew that the senior brother had been tricked by the master again.
"Then...what state are you in now?" Ling Kuan was a little unwilling to give up and asked again.
As soon as these words came out, even Lin Lan pricked up his ears.
Since they became apprentices, they don't know the master's name. They used to be called Uncle Sheng, but now?
Naturally, they couldn't call him uncle anymore, but if they were asked to tell him Zhang Shengli's full name, they really wouldn't be able to call him out.
As for strength, that is even more of a mystery.
"have no idea!"
Zhang Shengli still has the same three words.
This time he didn't play tricks. He really didn't know where his strength was.
"How is that possible? You don't even know what realm you are in."
Zhang Shengli's eyes widened: "I'm just asking you to practice swordsmanship, why are you talking so much nonsense?
A gift is a gift, look at your junior sister, I don’t have so many problems."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his gaze outside the courtyard.
"Okay, the person who will train you is here, go out to greet the guests."
Zhang Shengli laughed, stood up from the ground, and patted his clothes: "After waiting for so long, we are finally here. These people must be too careful."
At this time, on the path outside the courtyard, two people came towards the small courtyard one after the other.
The purpose is clear, just to cause trouble.
Because one of them was the Fiery Fire Sect disciple named Ji Hu who was knocked away by Ling Kuan at the city gate earlier.
And the person walking in front of him was also a young man.
However, this person was much shorter than Ji Hu, and his appearance was a bit uglier.
As soon as the two of them arrived outside the courtyard, the courtyard door was opened directly.
Ling Kuan held the big sword on his shoulder and looked at the two of them.
"What? Is this the virtue of your Fiery Fire Sect? You lost the competition and you still called for help?"
A contemptuous smile appeared on Ling Kuan's face, and words of attack came out of his mouth.
"Ling Kuan, you are the chief disciple of Fengxing Sect. I, Ji Hu, am not as good as others. My senior brother is here today. If you have the ability, let's give it another try."
"Your senior brother?" Ling Hu turned his attention to the slightly short young man.
"Why do you look like a senior brother to me? He is a junior brother?"
Ji Hu's face was ugly, and then Senior Brother Ji Hu's face was even more ugly.
"This is my Fiery Fire Sect's territory. Your Fengxing Sect wants to cross the border?"
"What is your Fiery Fire Sect's territory? I also said that this place belongs to our Fengxing Sect?"
Ling Kuan said angrily: "This is a no-nonsense zone. When did it become your Fire Sect's?"
After saying that, he walked directly into the hospital: "I want to show you two moves, right? It just so happens that I also have some itchy hands.
Be careful, the sword has no eyes, it will be bad if I call you adults over if I hurt you."
Zhang Shengli and Lin Lan just stood at the square table in the courtyard.
Seeing that Ling Kuan was still arguing, Zhang Shengli subconsciously touched his nose.
"Your senior brother usually doesn't look good, but this real quarrel is worse than that of a woman."
"Master!" Lin Lan stamped her feet and rolled her eyes at the other party.
"What's wrong? I'm his master, so I can't even say a few words to him?
You can't do this. Even if you like him, don't show it too obviously, otherwise you will suffer a loss when the time comes."
Lin Lan blushed and lowered her head.
At this moment, Zhang Shengli looked towards the sky in the distance, with a smile on his lips.