"You're also very good, and you are also very good."

"But I'm a wasted person who doesn't even have a cultivation."

Song Mian's voice was a little depressed, she didn't want to say these words to anyone.

"How big this world is, there are so many living beings, countless of them, are mortals, low-level cultivators, and ordinary demon beasts, don't they have the qualifications and value to live? Each person has the value and meaning of his own existence. ”

Just like her, she doesn't want to believe in any protagonist supporting role cannon fodder anymore at the moment.

Everyone has their own world, and everyone is the protagonist! She also wants to live her own life and be her own protagonist!

Shen Qingyi's clear eyes shone brightly.

Song Mian couldn't help but look a little stunned.

Does she have her own value now?

After putting Song Mian in a safe market, Shen Qingyi flew with his sword again.

Before leaving, Shen Qingyi gave Song Mian some silver and a few low-grade spirit stones.

"It's better that I lent it to you first, and then return it to me when you have a spirit stone in the future!"

After all, it was Shen Qingyi who thought that before she entered the Spirit Dao Sect, there were people who had helped her like this.

The aunt who sold breakfast, Qi Lao, Zhao Ji, and even some strangers.

Thinking like this, Shen Qingyi's heart of wanting to return to the Northern Regions warmed a little.

Not only because there are doubts left by Mu Qing there, but also because there are people there who want to meet.

The flying sword pierced through the clouds, cutting through a shallow mark.

Looking at Shen Qingyi's gradually disappearing figure, Song Mian clenched the bag in his hand slightly.

"Hot buns! Fragrant hot buns! ”

"Rock sugar gourd! Rock sugar gourd! ”

"The best dagger!"

The long-lost voice came to the ears, the familiar streets, the merchants who sold them, and the shouting was louder and louder.

Zedizong's Fang Market seems to be a little more lively than in the past.

Because of the recruitment of disciples by the Spirit Dao Sect a few years ago, there were several geniuses in the Trapped Northern Regions, and even the development of the Trapped Northern Regions was much better.

Shen Qingyi looked all the way over and casually bought a lot of things that he wanted to buy at the beginning, but he didn't have the silver and spirit stones.

Although there are some things that can no longer be used, they can also be regarded as memorials, and they can be regarded as fulfilling their wishes.

The four big characters of "Qingzhi Academy" came into view.

The appearance of the academy is still familiar, but it is more than three times larger than a few years ago.

At the gate that was once a little down, there are still two guards standing at the moment.

Shen Qingyi didn't intend to disturb the people inside, just took a look, and then returned to his inn.

After some inquiry, I also knew that in the past few years, Qingzhi Academy has become famous because of her and several disciples who were recruited by the Spirit Dao Sect.

Many mortals say that the academy is blessed, and let their juniors also go in and get a dip in that blessing.

Many forces in the Zedi Sect and the Trapped Northern Region also sponsored Qingzhi Academy, and Qingzhi Academy now not only exists in this Fang City, but also has branches in some other places.

When he heard the news, Shen Qingyi was really shocked.

At night, the moonlight shrouds the academy.

Shen Qingyi quietly entered the academy.

Pushed open the door of the main hall without alarming anyone.

Looking at the hall with the same appearance, when he saw the familiar portrait hanging above, Shen Qingyi stood up straight.

Now the portraits in the hall, except for Mu Qing's, many of them who used to be named, I don't know whose they are, but she now knows them.

There are predecessors who died defending their homeland, there are pill masters who alchemy and hanging pots to save the world, and there are strong men who open the door and establish a faction......

Shen Qingyi took out incense from the counter on the side, lit it, and bowed respectfully to the portrait a few times.

Chapter 214: Return to the Academy