Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1543: The soul travels through the wilderness and inspires fighting spirit

Zhang Yiyun didn't believe that his son was really that bad and never chose to give up on him. Because Zhang Yanniang specifically asked Zhang Yiyun not to give up on Zhang Yan before she died, he would become a great person in the future.

Zhang Yiyun did it. He started training him when he was five years old, and even secretly gave him additional training. This continued for ten years, but the effect was still not obvious. He even suspected that he was dying.

Zhang Yan also developed an inferiority complex because his cultivation was not as good as others, and he became cowardly and introverted. He even started to give up on himself.

Zhang Yan was dragged by Zhang Yiyun just now for additional training, asking Zhang Yan to pay attention to the direction of the fish swimming in the river and then catch it. The purpose was to improve Zhang Yan's concentration. But Zhang Yan kept looking absent-minded, causing him to slip and drown. Only then did Zhang Yan from another time and space return to this world.

Zhang Yan lay on the bed and connected the whole story. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, "Zhang Yan is really a waste. He has been practicing for so many years and he was drowned in a small river."

If I hadn't traveled through time, Zhang Yan wouldn't have known what was going to happen. No wonder Zhang Yiyun looked at me like he wanted to eat me when he saved me. If I had such a son, I would have ignored him long ago.

Fortunately, I am a computer expert in the new century. There should be a fixed pattern for cultivating immortality and other things. It should not be difficult to write a string of code and follow the instructions. It's a pity that my Neely didn't travel with me. Neely is my proudest invention. If Neely is here to help me calculate, then I can definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Zhang Yan was thinking about how to get in touch with the steps of cultivation. The reason was that Zhang Yan’s mind was not on cultivation at all, but on doing business. He would do whatever Zhang Yiyun asked him to do. After all, it was his mother’s last wish, and he would not resist. . Zhang Yan searched through the memories in his mind, but couldn't find anything about cultivation.

Zhang Yan was not discouraged by this, but instead aroused his fighting spirit. He was bound to create a world in this ancient continent.

Zhang Yan's expression became more determined. Since God gave him a chance to come back, he must cherish it.

"Are you finally awake?" A cold and rough voice came from Zhang Yan's ear.

Zhang Yan turned around and saw that it was Zhang Yiyun. his father.

Zhang Yiyun looked at Zhang Yan impatiently. His patience over the years had been exhausted by his repeated disappointments with Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan understood that if he wanted to practice, he could only rely on Zhang Yiyun. Zhang Yiyun was the only one in the entire Zhang family who was willing to pay attention to him and teach him how to practice.

Zhang Yan moved his mouth, "Dad, I want to practice. I will practice seriously in the future. Please don't give up on me. I will obey my father. What happened today will never happen again." Zhang Yan was shocked by what he said. The numbness arrived and I shivered. Zhang Yiyun thought he was cold.

Zhang Yiyun was a little surprised when he heard this. The disbelief in his eyes showed that Zhang Yiyun had never thought that such words would come out of Zhang Yan's mouth. After all, Zhang Yan never seemed to call him daddy after his mother passed away. When Zhang Yiyun heard don't give up on me, he couldn't help but think of his late wife's words about don't give up on Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yiyun thought of his deceased wife. The expression on his face softened. It was hard to imagine that a big man with a scar face would show such an expression.

(End of this chapter)