Chapter XII
After a long time, Elder Xuanqing's face gradually relaxed, and he had obviously figured out a way, but Lin Qingyang, who was kneeling on the ground with his head down at this time, did not notice the change in Elder Xuanqing's facial expression.
"Qingyang, you get up first, your talent will still be four and a half stars in the future, in two days I will ask the sect master to send some disciples with more knowledge from the inner clan to come to the foreign clan to be taught, so your future road is still in your own hands, you can start from scratch." Elder Xuanqing first helped Qingyang up, and then spoke.
"Your talent, don't think about it, after all, no matter how good the talent is, it's only one part of many demanding requirements, so you don't need to know what kind of talent you have for the time being, just remember that you are just an ordinary four-star and a half-talented foreign named disciple, and remember to come here every ten nights, now you can go back and rest." Elder Xuanqing guessed what Qing Yang was thinking when he saw that he was about to speak and stopped, and then admonished.
"The disciple understood. Lin Qingyang first took a step back, thought for a while, and then knelt on the ground and bowed, then turned back.
On the way back, Lin Qingyang looked at the night sky, he only understood at this time that in this life, the encounter seems to be the most important, and he is still worried about whether he will die during the day, at this time, he not only has a name, but also has a very strong master, the most important master not only did not give up on himself because he was illiterate, but tried his best to teach himself, and he remembered what the foreign disciple said by the lake last night. But he didn't