"Do you have a last name?"
"My surname is Shen."
"Oh, that's a coincidence!"
The smile in Shen Ru's eyes became even brighter.
"Since your last name is Shen, I'll call you Qingyi. Pure and clean, Shen Qingyi."
Shen Qingyi...
Under the sun, above the mountains and rivers, on top of the spiritual clouds.
"Qingyi, your Confucianism and Legalism training is not up to par! Look at how you hesitated when you wrote. You ruined this beautiful piece of writing..."
"A Confucian cultivates Confucianism, and a cultivator cultivates his mind. Confucian cultivation is not only about Confucian law, but also about cultivating the mind. Only those who cultivate Confucianism and cultivate their mind are Confucian cultivators!"
"Hahaha! You little kid are quite talented..."
Although Chen Ru never accepted any disciples in his life, he seemed to be very kind to the young female cultivator from the prosperous age, and seemed to have some intention of inheriting his legacy.
The years were peaceful and Shen Qingyi stayed with Shen Ru for a full hundred years.
Shen Ru taught with great interest, and Shen Qingyi also learned in an orderly manner.
Shen Qingyi almost felt that everything that happened before was just a dream. After waking up, she was Shen Qingyi, the Shen Qingyi beside this piece of Tinghaishan, and Shen Ru.
However, the more relaxed and comfortable these days became, the more she wanted to linger on, while the uneasiness in her heart grew little by little as time went by.
Until there was a buzzing sound in the sky, she looked at the seniors who wore Confucian robes every day, and one by one they changed into the armor that shone with cold light.
"The great catastrophe is approaching, and we are afraid to retreat!"
She looked at Senior Zheng, who hated fighting the most, and rushed out.
The sky was blood red.
"Qingyi, I have never seen the prosperous era you speak of, but you have seen the floating myriad realms of today..."
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