"right!"
Zhou Qing nodded and stretched out his hand:
"Senior brother, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
"good!"
Without saying a word, the disciple on the opposite side also stretched out his palm and pushed forward.
"Bang!"
The two palms clashed, and the two magic powers were on the verge of being unleashed, making it difficult to distinguish between them.
"It's really the fourth level of pulse opening..."
The Qingzhuyuan disciples behind the long table watched Zhou Qing take back his palm in confusion, thoughts surging like waves in his mind.
He was a member of the Chunyang Immortal Sect last year. He spent nearly a year practicing hard and broke through to the fourth level of Kai Mai two months ago. Only then did he go to the General Affairs Hall to take over the tasks assigned by the supervision of the hospital and come to the supervision office. Be on duty and exchange for some spiritual stones and Taoist skills.
Only a disciple like him, who has just got rid of his status as a new disciple, has not saved many spiritual stones, cannot afford matching magic weapons, and has not yet mastered his spells, would take on such an idle task with the lowest pay.
And it took him nearly a year to achieve success, but this person in front of him only spent a month?
"One month, one month..."
His eyes were blank and he was mumbling to himself. While there was bitterness in his heart, there was also an indescribable sense of frustration.
He had actually known for a long time that his talent was mediocre and he was the most ordinary kind of outer disciple.
But it's one thing to think so, and it's another thing to truly admit it from the bottom of your heart - accepting one's own mediocrity always requires great courage.
"Senior brother?"
Zhou Qing called out, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
"oh!"
He immediately came to his senses and stood up quickly, with a hint of flattery in his tone subconsciously:
"Junior brother is truly a genius! He is the number one new disciple of our Qingzhu Academy this year!"
"Wait a moment, I'll go find the supervisor right away!"
Looking at his hurried away figure, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Qing's face.
soon:
The middle-aged supervisor rushed over, looked Zhou Qing up and down, and his eyes suddenly became strange.
"Um?"
Zhou Qing's expression remained unchanged, but his heart moved slightly, and he noticed a vague strange feeling that flashed across his body.
"That should be the spiritual consciousness shooting..."
The surroundings are clear.
If his soul hadn't been exceptionally powerful, he might not have been able to notice that he had been shot by his divine consciousness.
"Sure enough, it is the realm of the fourth heaven of opening pulses!"
There was already a smile on the middle-aged supervisor's face.
As the leader of Qingzhu Academy, although he is usually too lazy to take care of things, there are outstanding disciples in the academy, so he will definitely get a share of the credit.
Therefore, he was naturally happy to hear about Zhou Qing's breakthrough, and he would not be stingy with words of praise:
"Good! That's great!"
"I didn't expect that among the new disciples of this class, there would be a true genius of immortality. This is our great fortune at Qingzhu Academy!"
The middle-aged supervisor laughed, showed a hint of satisfaction, and asked:
"May I have your name?"
"Report to the Supervisor."
Zhou Qing bowed slightly and said respectfully:
"The disciple's name is Zhou Qing."
"Um."
The middle-aged supervisor nodded slightly and ordered with a smile:
"Go and erase Zhou Qing's name from the merit list."
He looked at Zhou Qing and said gently:
"From now on, you are no longer a new disciple, and you no longer need to perform hard labor."
"etc!"
Zhou Qing quickly spoke:
"Reporting to the supervisor, this disciple does not want to be removed from the merit list just yet."
"ah?"
This time, the supervisor on the opposite side and the Qingzhuyuan disciple were stunned.
What's going on?
They have already gotten rid of their status as new disciples, and they still have to perform hard labor. Don't say that they have never seen or heard of such a thing.
Could it be that this genius named Zhou Qing has some quirks? Love chopping bamboo?
"Master Supervisor."
Zhou Qing scratched his head deliberately and showed an embarrassed smile:
"It's like this. I feel that every time I chop the green bamboo and exhaust my physical strength, I practice extra fast, much faster than usual."
"So, I still want to chop the spiritual bamboo every day as before. I don't have to cross out the names on the merit list. It can be used as a reminder for me."
"Oh I got it."
There was a hint of surprise on the middle-aged supervisor's face.
The real reason turns out not to be a quirk, but to help with spiritual practice, which makes sense!
Immortal talents are diverse:
Some people have a strong affinity for specific attributes of spiritual energy and practice extremely efficiently; some people have a big appetite and can practice energy for five or six hours a day; some people have high understanding and practice magic rapidly; and some people are born with natural abilities. The soul is strong and the fighting ability is extremely strong...
There are all kinds of talents, and it is not impossible to have such talents that the cultivation efficiency will be higher after exhaustion of physical strength. After all, the world is huge and full of wonders.
"Since it is your request, I will agree to it as appropriate."
"After all, our Chunyang Immortal Sect's sect rules do not prohibit non-new disciples from doing hard labor, as long as you are willing."
The middle-aged supervisor looked gentle and said with a smile:
"But you have opened my eyes."
"I have been a deacon in Guangfa Hall for decades, and I have never heard of your request. It really sets a precedent for Qingzhuyuan!"
Hearing this, Zhou Qing smiled sheepishly again:
"I would also like to thank the Supervisor for your consideration."
"Well, you are a good and polite boy."
The smile on the middle-aged supervisor's face became even wider. The more he looked at Zhou Qing, the more pleasing he became. He made a few pleasant remarks, and Zhou Qing also listened respectfully.
When the Qingzhuyuan disciple on the side saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel envious in his heart.
In fact, which disciple in Qingzhu Courtyard dares to be disrespectful to the supervision and inspections in the courtyard? But geniuses always have privileges and can always be treated differently.
"Go ahead."
After chatting for a while, the middle-aged supervisor patted Zhou Qing on the shoulder and said gently:
"Practice well in the future and never let down this talent. I'm still waiting for the day when you advance to the inner sect!"
"Zhou Qingding has lived up to the earnest expectations of the supervisor!"
This time, Zhou Qing responded with a decisive tone.
"Okay! Live up to Ling Yun's ambition, and there will be a time when he soars into the sky in the future!"
The middle-aged supervisor became more and more satisfied. After watching Zhou Qing's figure go away, he turned around and left happily.
"It's time to go find the dean and tell him the good news!"
"Perhaps ten years from now, our Qingzhuyuan will be able to produce another leader of the twelve theaters of acting?"
…………
Less than half an hour later.
Under the lecture platform, Zhou Qing was sitting on the stone futon of the past, with disciples arriving one after another around him.
Not long after:
The trio of Liu Songran, Li Yuanhui and Zhang Liang also came. When they passed by Zhou Qing, they glanced at them and didn't bother to say hello. They just walked by on their own.
They knew that Zhou Qing did not return to his residence last night, but they didn't care what he went to do.
"Senior Brother Zhou!"
Wu Ming jumped away as usual, came to Zhou Qing's side, and sat down.
"Junior Brother Wu."
Zhou Qing smiled slightly and nodded.
"Hey, weird..."
Wu Ming scratched the back of his neck and said doubtfully:
"Why do I feel that Senior Brother Zhou is a little different from yesterday..."
"Yeah?"
Zhou Qing glanced at him in surprise, thoughtfully:
"Even senior brothers who are in the middle stage of opening the pulse can't see the changes in me... Could it be that the soul of junior brother Wu Ming is inherently stronger than ordinary people?"
It is not impossible, but there is another reason. It is probably that he and Wu Ming are relatively familiar with each other, so the other party can detect the subtle changes in him.
"Brother Zhou!"
Liu Songren came quickly, followed by four servants with respectful expressions.
"Brother Liu."
Zhou Qing stood up to greet them, showing a smile. The two stood beside the futon and chatted casually. Zhou Qing mentioned some of his experiences in the market yesterday.
"Forehead……"
Wu Ming on the side was a little at a loss, his eyes showing a trace of confusion.
When did Senior Brother Zhou Qing become friends with the "Master Liu" who had the highest status and the deepest family background among the disciples of the Qingzhu Academy?
"this!"
Not far away, Liu Songran caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye. He subconsciously turned his head and was shocked.
"Why did my cousin take the initiative to talk to that guy, and still look like he was talking and laughing like an equal?"
While he was doubtful, he inevitably felt a little uneasy.
The status of his cousin Liu Songren in the clan is far beyond his comparison. The former can even halve the tribute given to him by the clan with just a single word.
"It's really strange...my cousin is never so polite to me!"
Liu Songran felt a little uneasy:
"That's bad! If my cousin knew that I was not very polite to Zhou Qing on weekdays, wouldn't he come to scold me? That would be a disaster..."
Thinking of this, he immediately made up his mind to wait for the lecture at the podium to go and get closer to Zhou Qing.
"At worst, I'll give him a dozen more spirit stones."
Liu Songran muttered a few words in his heart, and his expression became much more relaxed.
After Zhou Qing and Liu Songren chatted for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, they separated and sat down on the futon.
But just after Liu Songren left:
"Senior Brother Zhou!"
Several Qingzhuyuan disciples with unfamiliar faces strode over from a distance, all with smiles on their faces.
Zhou Qing took a closer look and saw that they were all people he didn't recognize, but one of them was relatively familiar - it was the senior brother who was previously on duty at the Supervision Office.
But at this time, he was mixed in with several Qingzhuyuan disciples, and one senior brother at a time shouted:
"Senior Brother Zhou is polite!"
"I've met Senior Brother Zhou!"
Several Qingzhuyuan disciples who entered the school last year greeted each other enthusiastically, and even took the initiative to call themselves junior disciples.
This scene, not to mention Wu Ming next to him, even Liu Songran's trio further away, and even more new disciples, were stunned.
What happened?
"I'm afraid you junior fellow apprentices still don't know, right?"
The Qingzhuyuan disciple who was on duty at the Supervision Office was also keenly aware of this scene and immediately raised his voice deliberately:
"Just half an hour ago, through the certification of our Qingzhuyuan Supervisor Shen, Senior Brother Zhou has successfully broken through to the fourth level of opening the pulse!"
“It only took a month!”
"With such incredible speed, he is definitely the number one among the disciples of the same year in the academy!"
The words fell:
There was silence and silence near the huge podium.
