Ling Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and carried the wood into the woodshed. Then he walked back and forth more than twenty times before he finished picking the wood that had been chopped off the hill.

I haven't met Lu Gao again in these twenty or so trips. Lu Gao will definitely not come here to laugh at Ling Fan all day long. Lu Gao also understands the truth. After a long time, he will get used to it.

, he would not be angry because of his sarcasm, which would not achieve the effect he wanted, so he usually went to trouble Ling Fan every once in a while.

After more than twenty trips back and forth, the morning basically passed. At noon, Ling Fan had some food, then returned to his residence and meditated.

Ling Fan lives in a collective dormitory. There are more than a dozen outside door disciples in this dormitory. There is usually no one in the dormitory in the afternoon, because most people in the dormitory have to do things in the afternoon, although a few people do.

They do things in the morning, but in the afternoon these people usually go about their own business, so in the afternoon, Ling Fan practices alone in the dormitory and has some leisure time.

Ling Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed down his mind, and began to communicate with the spirits in the world. There was no problem in the front. Ling Fan soon felt the spirits around him, but when he wanted to absorb these spirits into his body,

At that time, something went wrong. No matter how hard he tried, those souls just couldn't be stored in his body.

To practice as a Taoist, you must first feel the spirit elements between heaven and earth, and then absorb the spirit elements into your body to become your own spiritual power. But Ling Fan can't do that now. Those spirit elements only float around his body, no matter what.

No matter how hard Ling Fan tried, he just couldn't enter his body. He didn't know what happened to his body and why he couldn't absorb the spirit son. Thinking of the speed at which he absorbed the spirit son, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Fan'er, are you practicing again?" Ling Fan was halfway through his practice when a slightly older but kind voice sounded in his ears.

Ling Fan opened his eyes, and what he saw was an old figure with a slightly stooped body. This figure was none other than his dearest, dearest and most respected master, Zhao Gong.

Ling Fan was an orphan. When he was only a few months old, Zhao Gong discovered Ling Fan as an infant in a small mountain forest while he was doing a mission outside.

When Zhao Gong saw Ling Fan as a baby for the first time, he had a very strange feeling. Ling Fan, who had been abandoned at that time, did not scream and cry. Instead, he was laughing alone in his swaddling clothes.

Open your eyes and look at the world around you curiously.

Later, Zhao Gong picked up the baby, took him back to Tianling Gate, and named him Ling Fan. But when Ling Fan was sensible, Zhao Gong told Ling Fan that his name was actually not the one chosen by Zhao Gong.

Yes, when he picked up Ling Fan, the word Ling Fan was attached to his baby clothes, so Zhao Gong gave him this name.

Zhao Gong has always been very kind to Ling Fan. Even after Ling Fan became a useless person, Zhao Gong's attitude towards Ling Fan never changed. He always took care of him. Without Zhao Gong's all kinds of care for him, Ling Fan would

You know, he must have been expelled from Tianling Sect long ago, or he must have been killed by Lu Gao and others.

Therefore, Ling Fan has always respected Zhao Gong. It can be said that Zhao Gong is his only relative. As for his parents, he has long forgotten about them. After so many years, he has no information about his parents in his mind. When he was a child, he would often have dreams.

I dream about my parents, but as I grow older, my parents almost never appear in my dreams in the past few years.

"Well, Master, please sit down." Ling Fan stood up and asked Master to sit down. This dormitory was very simple, with almost only rows of beds.

"Haha, Fan'er, are you feeling better in your practice recently? Is there any progress?" Zhao Gong sat down slowly, without the slightest sense of seriousness, giving people a very friendly feeling.

When it came to cultivation, Ling Fan returned to his usual silence, his face not very pretty, showing a trace of bitterness.

"It doesn't matter if there is no progress. You are still young now. There is still a chance. As long as you don't give up and persist, you will succeed." Seeing Ling Fan's expression, Zhao Gong guessed what was going on and did not give Ling Fan anything.

Pressure, but encouragement.

"Well, Master, don't worry, I will never give up, I will persevere to the end!" Ling Fan is not someone who gives up easily. After Zhao Gong said this, his spirit was lifted again.

"This time I brought a few bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills. I take them three times a day, three pills each time in the morning, noon and evening. After taking them, see if they are effective?" Zhao Gong is the pill elder of Tianling Sect and is in charge of the entire Tianling Sect.

Lingmen's elixirs, since Ling Fan became useless, he often brought some elixirs to Ling Fan.

Of course, no one else in the Tianling Sect knows these things. If the other elders knew that Zhao Gong often gave elixirs to a waste, they would definitely object strongly, and the leader would not want to waste the elixirs on a waste.

On the body.

"Master, you bring elixirs here every time. If other elders of the sect know this, it will hurt you. Besides, these elixirs are useless. I have taken them for two years and they still have no effect. It would be a waste to take them again.

Master, you have worked so hard to prepare the elixir."

"Haha, you still don't trust me? After all, I have been working as an elixir elder for decades. Bring some elixirs out. Those guys still can't find them. The Spirit Gathering Pill is the elixir I carefully refined this time.

, it has the effect of gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Let’s see if it can help you gather spiritual energy in your body.” Zhao Gong is the elder with the best alchemy skills in the sect. Even the leader cannot compare with his alchemy skills, so Zhao Gong can be in the alchemy all year round.

The position of Elder Yao has not changed in decades, and he still has a certain influence within the sect.

Seeing what Zhao Gong said, Ling Fan no longer refused. He also knew the master's temper and would get angry if he refused again.

Zhao Gong took out three small orange bottles from his sleeves and stood up and handed them to Ling Fan: "Remember to take the Spirit-Gathering Pill on time. I believe it will be effective this time." Even Zhao Gong himself did not believe in the Spirit-Gathering Pill.

It works. He has given many similar elixirs to Ling Fan, but they have no effect every time. Although the Spirit Gathering Pill is a little stronger than other elixirs, the result is definitely still the same. But even if he knows the result, he still has to

Try, failure after trying will never make people regret???

"Huh??" Ling Fan nodded. Although he also knew that the effect of the Spirit Gathering Pill was not great, he still had to give it a try. He would not lose anything by taking it.

"Huh???" Zhao Gong shook his head and wanted to say something, but he seemed hesitant to say anything, but in the end he could only sigh: "Then I'll leave first."

Looking at Zhao Gong's slightly rickety back, Ling Fan knew that in the past two years, Zhao Gong had thought of many ways for him and tried his best, but he still failed to live up to his expectations and had no improvement at all.
Chapter completed!