Shen Qingyi wanted to see if there was any good way in Fang City.

Along the way, I found that the little money in her hand was really useless.

Turning around, many merchants, seeing that she was a mortal little doll without any spiritual power of cultivation, glanced at her, and stopped looking at her.

Shen Qingyi didn't find any useful way in the end.

But she didn't give up either, and now, the miscellaneous servants of the Zedi Sect can't enter the inner perimeter, let alone the outer gate and the inner door.

Only that fang market, she was able to take a look.

So every day after that, I would get up early and go to the market for a walk.

Fang Market is very big, although she is tired every time she walks back and forth, Shen Qingyi does not stop.

While Shen Qingyi was looking for an opportunity, he also regarded this as a kind of exercise.

A thin and small body, with a sallow face, shuttled through the crowd.

And on the ninth day of Shen Qingyi's repetition, she found an interesting and useful place.

In the eastern part of Fang City, there was a place similar to a academy, and she was attracted by the sound of reading in it at first.

In today's world of cultivating immortals, advocating martial arts, paying attention to practice, and having the divine sense of jade jian, there are very few places to teach and study.

The academy in the east, on the other hand, has a special teacher who teaches lectures.

Shen Qingyi deliberately stayed around the academy for a long time, but he heard a lot of news about that academy.

The academy is not big, and the sound of reading she hears is the sound coming from the outside of the academy.

The inside of the academy is a place dedicated to the practice of magic, and only the outside is a place dedicated to the teaching of enlightened children.

The students are also three to five years old.

Her body has been taught since she was a child, except that she can't speak much, and she can't read at all.

And although she has memories of her previous life, the words of this world are different from the words of her previous life.

She is now illiterate.

Shen Qingyi felt that if he wanted to better integrate into the world, literacy was indispensable.

Shen Qingyi wandered for a long time, every day outside the outer wall of the academy, listening to the pleasant sound of reading inside, and learning something with difficulty.

Perhaps the heavens thought she was too pitiful, and finally in the corner of a college, she found a place that resembled a dog hole.

Shen Qingyi looked at the dog cave and was darkened.

Without much hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, lowered his body, and headed towards the dog hole.

Walking through the narrow dog hole, the world in front of you suddenly opens up.

The sound of reading, which had been blurred for a long time, became clear.

Shen Qingyi carefully got up from the ground and patted the dust off his clothes.

Next to a hidden corner, I secretly looked at a group of small radish heads who were studying not far away.

An open house with about thirty little dolls in it.

The teacher was an old man with gray hair.

The scroll in the old man's hand covered half of his face, and his exposed eyes were half-hidden, not looking too much at the children below.

And most of the little dolls who are studying are not too distracted.

In this world where martial arts and immortal cultivation are prevalent, they have been instilled with the knowledge of the strong since they were young.

Only by cultivating immortals well, there is a way out in the future, these literacy hyphenations, are all for the general understanding of a few words, so as not to encounter some ancient books, miss the opportunity, as long as you can use it.

If you take this as true, then you are a fool.

Shen Qingyi hid in the corner and listened carefully.

The old man always lowered his head, but the scholar who served on the side helped manage it, and often explained a thing or two.

By noon, the little dolls who had not yet been in Bigu left one after another and went to the cafeteria inside the academy to eat.

Only the old man who was still half-hung was left.

The scroll in the old gentleman's hand had not been turned over all morning.

As soon as Shen Qing heard a subtle grunting sound coming from his stomach, he couldn't help but touch his stomach.

Glancing at the deserted lobby, I thought that for a while, I shouldn't be lecturing again.

Quietly crawled out of the dog hole again.

The noise of the street caught his ears, and Shen Qing let out a breath.

Following the memories of coming in the morning, I found a small shop selling steamed buns.

I asked the lady for two buns.

The hot buns are fragrant, and the already hungry stomach seems to be even more hungry.