Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1551 Suffering ridicule and losing confidence
  Zhang Yan was too depressed to react when he was pulled away. When he saw clearly that the thing on the ground was his spiritual treasure, he felt that his shame was being nakedly exposed in front of the public.

Zhang Zhihe laughed out loud when he saw Guoran holding his belly, pointing to the folding fan on the ground and said, "So your Lingbao is just a fan. Sure enough, trash matches trash, it's a perfect match, hahahaha."

Zhang Yisu didn't dare to laugh openly, so he suppressed his laughter and patted Zhang Yiyun's shoulder and said, "My condolences."

Zhang Yiyun slapped his hand away with his backhand, and because the elders were here and it was hard to be arrogant, he turned his head away from Zhang Yisu and remained silent.

The same goes for the other two female students, covering their mouths and laughing so hard that their shoulders trembled.

Zhang Lu touched Zhang Yan's head comfortingly, and a sigh came from Zhang Yan's head.

Zhang Yan saw that Zhang Zhihe was still laughing without any image, so he picked up his fist and hit Zhang Zhihe in the face.

Zhang Zhihe was stunned and couldn't laugh anymore.

Zhang Yan didn't want to worry about them anymore, so he picked up the folding fan on the ground and walked out quickly. He knew that tonight, the entire Zhang family would know that his Lingbao was a useless folding fan.

Zhang Yiyun saw that something was not right with Zhang Yan and hurriedly chased Zhang Yan out.

Only Zhang Qi stared at the folding fan with twinkling eyes, falling into deep contemplation.

"Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan, wait for me." Zhang Yiyun couldn't even catch up with Zhang Yan who was walking so fast in front of him. This made Zhang Yiyun even suspect that his cultivation level had regressed.

Zhang Yan didn't look back when he heard the call, but his steps slowed down. He fell into deep self-doubt.

Zhang Yiyun hurriedly hurriedly caught up with Zhang Yan and said, "Don't be discouraged. Let's practice together tomorrow. Although the level of the Lingbao is not high now, through its own cultivation, the level of the Lingbao will continue to improve." I heard this. Zhang Yiyun's words ignited a glimmer of hope in Zhang Yan, but it was immediately extinguished. "But it's just a folding fan. It can't be used for anything. It can only be used to fan the wind. It's useless." Zhang Yan said in a low tone.

"Zhang Yan can't give up on himself like this. Have you forgotten what your mother said? You can't give up. Didn't you tell me not to give up on you this morning? I haven't given up yet. Why did you give up on yourself first?"

Zhang Yiyun said with a tone of hatred that iron cannot become steel.

"How do you want me to practice this folding fan? Other people's spiritual treasures can be used for fighting, but mine? It's only suitable for fanning!" Zhang Yan shouted, with uncontrollable excitement on his face look.

"Don't worry about me. What should I do in the future? I'm not the material for cultivation."

After saying that, Zhang Yan followed the deflated ball like a zombie.

Zhang Yiyun didn't say anything when he saw this. He only hoped that Zhang Yan could figure it out soon. Cultivation does not care about the level of the state, just for the spirit of overcoming difficulties encountered in the process of practice.

The father and son walked to Yanxi Courtyard without words, where Zhang Yan lived, in the most corner of the Zhang family. No one noticed.

But there seems to be an uninvited guest at the door, Zhang Zhihe.

"You left in such a hurry just now. I even forgot to tell you. Remember to come to my fifteenth birthday tomorrow night. If you don't come, it's in the lobby." It seems that Zhang Zhihe has forgotten that Zhang Yan punched him. Something happened.

"Get lost." This was the only word that came out of Zhang Yan's thin lips, and he turned around and entered the courtyard without looking at Zhang Zhihe.

(End of this chapter)