After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 573
This kind of dilemma made Xu Yanchang's face look a little bad.

"Hehe, are you all worried about where this little girl will go?"

A voice suddenly appeared from above.

The group of people reacted, their expressions changed immediately, and they saluted respectfully.

"I have seen my ancestor!"

The moment Jiang Yuan stepped through the void and appeared in front of the group of people, the entire Four Arts Department was completely shrouded in a layer of mist, so that the disciples watching outside could not see their group at all.

The moment Xu Yanchang and his party opened their eyes again, the surrounding environment had obviously changed.

Feeling the rich spiritual power around, the sound of the gurgling stream beside the ears, and the smell of grass and trees in the air, it makes people feel refreshed.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and flicked lightly, and there were a few more futons on the grass.

"sit down."

The group sat down respectfully.

Shen Qingyi couldn't feel Jiang Yuan's aura at all, as if someone else was standing there, but it was as if they didn't exist.

This made Shen Qing nervous involuntarily.

This is an absolute powerhouse!
"Little guy, sit down too."

There was a faint smile on Jiang Yuan's face.

The words he said seemed to be able to soothe people's hearts, and made Shen Qingyi relax a little involuntarily, but after his body softened a little, his consciousness suddenly came back to his senses.

He lowered his head and sat down respectfully, but allowed himself to enter a high level of spiritual concentration.

A group of old foxes saw it clearly.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

"Your name is Shen Qingyi?"

Shen Qing nodded.

"This emperor has heard of this name in one place before."

With her head down, Shen Qingyi was still respectful, she didn't find it novel or curious.

There are so many monks in the world with the same name and surname, what's so strange?
There are still people with the same name and surname born in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

Jiang Yuan gently stroked his gray beard.

"Grandmaster Jialan of Fumo Temple said that once his Buddhist disciple would dream back in the middle of the night, calling out a person's name, and that person's name was also Shen Qingyi."

The others couldn't help looking at Shen Qingyi.

Shen Qingyi also raised his eyes, and was shocked when he met Shang Jiangyuan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Is that so? This is already the fifth person with the same name and surname as myself that the juniors have heard."

Of course it's more than that. In the previous life, science and technology were advanced. When they were students, they also wondered how many people had the same name and surname as themselves.

So he went to the school's Institutional Network Department to inquire, and the results were within Shen Qing's expectations.

There must be no less than fifty people named Shen Qingyi.

It's just that after she came to the world of cultivating immortals, she really hasn't met anyone with the same name and surname as her.

Her age and experience are also there. It is unrealistic to name more than a dozen, but she believes that there are still a few in the world of cultivating immortals.

"is it?"

The smile on Jiang Yuan's face remained the same.

Shen Qing followed suit and nodded.

"It's not surprising that there are countless monks in the world of cultivating immortals with the same name and surname."

"Ah!"

Jiang Yuan's chuckle seemed to have some kind of meaning, which made Shen Qingyi's heart skip a beat.

"Little baby, there are very few people with the same name and surname in the world of cultivating immortals."

Shen Qing couldn't help but suffocate.

"After all, under the Dao of Heaven, everyone's name is destined for many things from the moment of birth."

The smile in Jiang Yuan's eyes became stronger, as if he saw something through Shen Qingyi's skin, Shen Qingyi's scalp couldn't help but numb.

"Really? But when the younger generation was in the secular world, I often heard some mortals call Zhuzhu, dog egg, and big tree."

(End of this chapter)