Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 650

I don't know if it's because of the disciple meeting, Qingqing found that the disciples of Hongye Valley, who are a bit lazy on weekdays, have become more diligent in the past few days.

Every day in the sacrificial training ground, there are people exchanging ideas, not to mention, even in the woods where there are no people on weekdays, there are disciples practicing kung fu.

And I don't know if it was in response to the enthusiasm of the disciples, but the Zhiyan cultivator actually asked Yuan Chen to arrange a time and asked all the disciples to attend classes at the sacrificial training ground...

Well, although Qingqing doesn't plan to compete in the disciple meeting, she still has a studious heart.

In particular, her realm has just broken through the realm of the earth spirit and reached the realm of Tianqing recently, so after Qingqing knew about this, she went to class more actively.

Then I was dumbfounded looking at the sacrificial training field with no one there...

What about class?

Well, in fact, there were still people, and the Zhiyan cultivator came over half an hour later.

The Zhiyan cultivator looked at the empty sacrificial training ground, then at the dazed Qingqing, and said, "Are you here to practice?"

Qingqing shook her head, "Speaking Master, isn't there a class here? Did I come at the wrong time?"

"Class?" Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"You didn't come at the wrong time, but you came to the wrong place."

"Ah?" Qingqing covered her mouth, thinking that this is impossible, and she clearly remembered that she was attending classes at the sacrificial training ground.

"It's the sacrificial training ground, but it's the sacrificial training ground of Baihe Lake."

Baihe Lake... Qingqing remembered.

Baihe Lake is also the territory of the Cloud-Treading Sect, and is in charge of Elder Baiyi, one of the three elders of the Cloud-Treading Sect.

Because the disciples there live by the lake, and there are swamps next to the lake, and there are countless white crane spirit beasts in the swamp, so it is called Baihe Lake.

Zhiyan saw Qingqing like this, and then thought that Qingqing had only recently started, so he understood.

In the past, there were no classes in Hongye Valley, and Luther was too busy with this matter, so he didn't want to take care of it.

And although he himself has a good cultivation base, he has to be responsible for the big and small trivial matters of Hongye Valley, and he is not good at teaching and starting classes, so he can't take care of it.

However, there are so many disciples in Gu Zhong, it is impossible to keep distributing books for disciples to practice by themselves.

So in the end, Luther asked the head teacher for a piano, and asked the disciples in the valley to go to Baihe Lake to take lessons.

Elder Baiyi was easy-going and patient, and he was very willing to do this.

Over time, as long as the class was mentioned, the disciples of Hongye Valley knew that they were going to Baihe Lake.

"There is no class in the valley. If there is a class, everyone will go to Baihe Lake to listen to Elder Baiyi's lecture. When they notified you, they must have forgotten to tell you about it."

After hearing Zhiyan's explanation to herself, Qingqing blushed immediately.

There was another big oolong.

Seeing Qingqing bow her head in embarrassment, Zhi Yan caught a glimpse of the book Qingqing was holding in her hand.

It was the practice book that Xiaoye gave Qingqing last time.

"This is the most basic training book, right? Can I read it?" Zhi Yan said gently.

"Ah? Book? Yes, yes." Qingqing didn't expect that Zhiyan would want to read her book, and immediately handed it over.

Zhi Yan lowered his head to read the book, flipping through each page, unexpectedly reading it very carefully.

Taking advantage of Zhiyan and bowing her head, Qingqing unconsciously looked at Zhiyan.

The man on the opposite side lowered his head slightly, his forehead was smooth and his face was tough, but he always gave people a warm and jade-like feeling.

Qingqing couldn't help laughing, the person who cultivated the words of restraint gave people the impression that he was somewhat similar to Jiang Chengqing.

But Jiang Chengqing felt that his temperament was a bit colder.

"Huh? What are you laughing at?" Zhiyan read the book roughly, and found that Qingqing was staring at him and smiling, so he asked suspiciously.

"Ah? Didn't laugh, I didn't laugh, cultivator, you read it wrong!" The smirk was caught, and Qingqing stuttered.

(End of this chapter)