After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 472 Lectures
Back in his own cave, Shen Qing looked at the familiar scenery, and with a cleaning technique, the cave was clean again.

Lying on the couch that I had missed for a long time, I closed my eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Qing woke up early in the morning.

As soon as she returned to the sect, her identity badge lit up.

After resting for a few days, Master Uncle Wenhai also arranged Zongmen missions for her.

As the younger generation, the first monks to reach the high stage of foundation establishment, they have to give lectures to a group of disciples recently accepted by the Lingdao Sect.

The location is still the place where Shen Qingyi first studied.

Putting on the dharma robe that belonged to Tianshui Peak's direct disciple of Lingdao Sect again, the grown-up Shen Qingyi gently pulled up his hair.

In the water mirror, the female cultivator has a beautiful face, her temperament is dust-free, she has the softness of a female cultivator, but she does not lose the ability of a monk.

When Shen Qing arrived at the lecture room, it was already full of people, even many monks were crowded outside the hall.

There are those who practice Qi and those who build foundations.

Many disciples of Lingdao Sect are very curious about this genius of the sect.

Shen Qingyi didn't leave many legends in Lingdao Sect, but in the world of cultivating immortals, he was known by many people.

As small as a mortal village, as large as that high-level continent.

And this one is only in his twenties.

Such attainments, compared to the former Taoist No. 1, Chu Jing, are definitely superior and even worse.

Shen Qing's footsteps were light, and when he saw the crowd shouting, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

Facing the pair of curious, adoring, or studying eyes, Shen Qingyi smiled slightly.

Under the bright sunshine, the female nun was smiling, walking lightly, step by step, towards the crowd.

This appearance made people feel a little dazed.

It was only when the lecturer was on the high platform where the lecturer was lecturing that some of the monks below came back to their senses.

"That's Uncle Shen?"

"Look at that robe, it should be."

"I heard the rumors earlier and thought Uncle Shen was an ascetic. I didn't expect to be so beautiful!"

"Furthermore, this uncle is only in his 20s, and now he has a high-level cultivation base. I don't know what quick cultivation method the uncle has. If you can get some cultivation methods from Uncle Shen, it will be worth it." !"

Many monks also came with this kind of thinking, after all Shen Qingyi's advancement speed was placed there.

"This uncle is so good-looking, with good aptitude and cultivation, why are there no male cultivators in the sect..."

"You don't know this. It is said that when this uncle first entered the sect, he was definitely not beautiful because of the encounters he had. Later, when he grew up, he often wandered between the sects because of coincidences. Outside the sect, while inside the sect, they are often practicing in closed doors, or else they are cultivating in the major trial sites of the sect. In the eyes of the sect brothers, they are just a female cultivator wearing a fighting robe. It's only natural that I'm in a mess, and I've been ignored by those male cultivators who have no vision..."

"However, how did I hear that the one from Chaoyang Peak and this Uncle Shen are childhood sweethearts?"

"Chaoyang Peak? Who is Chaoyang Peak?"

"Who else could it be? That one!"

Listening to the speaker's tone, some disciples reacted and curled their lips.

"It's just him? It's not me, he is just relying on his own birth to be better, so he can get close to this uncle! If it were me, I would definitely be better than him!"

The male disciple who spoke was obviously sour.

But before he could continue to express his remarks, he felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

(End of this chapter)