Don't forget it, Dad! Isn't it enough to kneel down for you?

Early the next morning, Chu Jiaojiao and her group set out for the ninth inning.

She said something in the group before leaving, and now everyone in the ninth inning is waiting for her.

They chatted, "You are Master Sheng, what does your master look like?"

"What kind of person can he be? A rag collector, how can he be that powerful?"

"You can't say that. If he can teach Master Sheng, Master Qin, Master Jing, and oh yeah, Chu Jiaojiao, then if he can teach such perverts like them, I don't think he can be much worse."

"That's because they are talented. Didn't Chu Jiaojiao always say that they are better than their teachers?"

This was said with a sour tone, but others could understand it.

After all, that's what they think in their hearts.

In their line of work, hard work is important, but talent is what determines a person's upper limit.

No matter how long a person without talent works, he may just be at the starting point of a talented person.

The truth is so cruel that they have no choice but to admit it, but that doesn't stop them from being envious and jealous.

Zhu Tao was also very curious about Chu Jiaojiao's master.

Anyone who could teach her couldn't be too bad. It takes a lot of courage for such a master to change his career to pick up rags.

To be honest, he was quite impressed.

His master said that if he ever fell to the point of picking up scraps, he would no longer be considered a member of Taiqing Temple.

As a member of the Xuanmen, he is still able to work in this industry. Apart from other factors, his mental quality is already very strong.

Take Baiyun Temple for example. It was once the number one temple in the world. It has produced masters such as Qingyu, Qingyun, Qingyuan, Qinglin and Qingfeng. A hundred years ago, they were also well-known figures who supported the Xuanmen. Taoist Qingfeng was even the number one person in the Xuanmen.

Even though their Taoist temple was almost unable to operate, the Taoist priests were all hungry and went down the mountain to work, but no one was seen picking up scraps.

He once heard Taoist Xuanyi from Baiyun Temple say that anyone who dared to pick up scraps would have his legs broken, and when Taoist Qingfeng came back, he would be the first to clean up the mess.

They want to maintain the century-old reputation of Baiyun Temple.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Chu Jiaojiao jumping in with someone.

The man was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a calm temperament, a thin figure, and a straight back. Even though his hair was gray, his eyes were bright and intimidating without even being angry, making people dare not look directly at him.

Why does it look a little familiar?

Just as he was thinking about it, the oldest elder in the Ninth Bureau looked at Qingfeng with his eyes wide open and muttered, "Master Qingfeng?"

who? ? ?

Taoist Qingfeng???

Chu Jiaojiao's rag-picking master is Taoist Qingfeng?

Zhu Tao was confused.

Taoist Master Xuanyi once said that no matter what they do, they must remember the glorious history of Baiyun Temple and must not do anything to discredit their master.

However, he didn't say what they would do if their Taoist Qingfeng went to pick up scraps.

Zhu Tao didn't come back to his senses for a long time and just stood there in a daze.

Chu Jiaojiao jumped up to him and patted his shoulder. "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Zhu Tao blinked, his eyes fell on Qingfeng, unable to utter a word.

Chu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Let me introduce you, this is my master, Taoist Qingfeng."

It's really him!

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes widened like bells, their faces filled with disbelief.

Satisfied with this scene, Chu Jiaojiao snapped a few photos with her phone. She turned to look at Qingfeng and said, "Master, this is also my friend, Zhu Tao, from Taiqing Temple."

Qingfeng nodded slightly with a calm expression.

Taiqing Temple is not worthy of his attention.

He glanced around, seeing them all petrified, and frowned, "With such a mentality, how can they support the Xuanmen!"

Chu Jiaojiao nodded heavily, leaned forward, and patted her chest, saying, "So, Master, please leave the responsibility of supporting Xuanmen to me, your disciple!"

Seeing her, Qingfeng's expression softened slightly. He placed his big hand on her forehead and pushed her away, "Be serious."

She is very serious.

Chu Jiaojiao looked at him with puffed cheeks.

Qingfeng ignored her and strode to the top seat and sat down. His face darkened and he waved his hand. A strong wind blew and blew everyone off their chairs and they sat down on the ground.

He asked in a cold voice: "Are you awake?"

Everyone came to their senses and quickly got up from the ground.

Elder Qi stepped forward quickly, tears streaming down his face, and bowed, "Master Qingfeng!"

The others reacted and quickly followed suit, saying, "Greetings, Taoist Qingfeng!"

Qingfeng was the previous director of the Ninth Bureau, but he never let anyone call him that. Just call him Taoist Qingfeng.

Not everyone can bear these four words.

Qingfeng looked at them, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Why, is it strange to see me? Am I a ghost?"

he asked in a deep voice.

The crowd shook their heads.

"Then why did you react like that just now? If an evil cultivator invaded, you would have been wiped out without even having to do anything. Where did you learn this skill of giving yourself away?"

Everyone's faces turned red after being told this, and they couldn't help but look in Chu Jiaojiao's direction again, groaning in their hearts.

They were not shocked that the old man had returned, but they were surprised that he was actually Chu Jiaojiao's master.

Chu Jiaojiao and Sheng Jun are very capable, so it is understandable that they are his top disciples.

But the problem is, Chu Jiaojiao said that their master is a ragpicker!

How could they not be shocked when a ragpicker suddenly became Taoist Qingfeng?

Their faces turned red and they looked at Chu Jiaojiao with resentment in their eyes. They blamed her for misleading them!

Looking at their gazes, Chu Jiaojiao blinked innocently, "Why are you glaring at me? When I was a child, my master was a rag picker, and he even took me with him to pick up scraps."

Hearing this, Qingfeng glanced at Chu Jiaojiao and understood what was going on. Chu Jiaojiao was still young when she followed him. In the child's mind, she thought that what he did was picking up trash and there was nothing wrong with it. Naturally, he would not blame his apprentice.

All the anger was vented on them.

"Why, I can't be a rag picker? A rag picker has confused all of you. Where do you get so much prejudice?"

"If you keep doing this, as long as the evil cultivators spread the word that they are just scavengers, you will not take them seriously at all. Then when they come to your door, you will be shocked and ask them why they are just scavengers."

"How did Xuanmen produce people like you? You have no sense of judgment at all!"

Each of the people below is a leader in the Xuanmen sect, admired and respected by everyone. Now they are scolded by Qingfeng so much that they wish they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Among them, some have seen Qingfeng before, and some have only come in recent years, but they also grew up listening to his stories.

Even so, after hearing this, some people were dissatisfied and said, "We are not fools who blindly believed the evil cultivator's words. What qualifications do you have to say that to us?"