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

Qingfeng said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

Chang Long mistakenly thought that he was feeling guilty.

He believed the rumors he had heard even more and said firmly, "I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, just ask him."

"No need to ask." Chu Jiaojiao's voice was particularly firm. "My master would not be a traitor, nor is he a coward. He is the undisputed number one in the Xuan Sect! I believe in him."

"What's the point of you believing?" Chang Long sneered, "You are his disciple, so of course you speak for him. A hundred years ago, the Xuan Sect was in chaos, and the sects of everyone present were almost wiped out. Later, they could only learn by themselves with the books left by their ancestors. Only he was there."

He pointed at Qingfeng and said, "He's the only one alive. Otherwise, how do you think you guys could have learned so many lost techniques?"

"Because someone who cowardly fears death emerged from your Baiyun Temple, the tradition has been passed down."

He said sarcastically, "Our ancestors weren't as good at running as he was. If they had run away, we would all be powerful Xuanshi now."

"Oh, no, if they had also run away, those evil cultivators of Tianhao would never have been eliminated. Then I'm afraid there would be no Xuanmen today, and we wouldn't even be able to have the stable life we have now."

Jing Mo clenched his fists and glared at him fiercely, "You are talking nonsense!"

Master can’t be that kind of person!

He was so angry that he raised his fist to hit him, but before he could hit him, a hand grabbed his wrist.

It's a breeze.

He said calmly, "Beat up fellow Taoists, is that what I taught you?"

"Master..." Jing Mo looked unconvinced, but was still pulled away by Sheng Jun.

Sheng Jun whispered, "If you punch him like that, even if Master isn't really, people will misunderstand it as true. If you hit him now, it will only make people think we are guilty."

"But Master is obviously not that kind of person."

"I know, we all know."

But the master did not participate in the final battle that year.

None of them knew the reason, and this was the only stain in his life that caused people to speculate.

But before, no one dared to say it in front of him. Unexpectedly, Chang Long said it today.

He never doubted his master, but his master never explained.

This time, Qingfeng still did not explain.

He looked at Chang Long and said, "I won this game."

"From today on, all members of the Xuan Sect will train with all their strength. I will teach you all the techniques I know. You will also be able to learn what my disciples have learned."

After saying that, he left, leaving everyone in the room with a look of surprise on their faces.

The skills they passed down are incomplete. If they can learn from Taoist Qingfeng, wouldn't they be able to reach a higher level?

Even Chang Long didn't expect him to say that. He was stunned for a moment, bit his lip, and said stubbornly: "What does he mean by this? Is he guilty?"

His master said, "Just shut up."

The voice was no longer as powerful as before. He was exhausted. How could he have taught such a disciple?

They were all happy about the magic they were about to learn.

Chu Jiaojiao looked at them, pursed her lips, and followed quietly.

Qingfeng's room is cleaned every day and is very clean.

He sat at the table, writing something on a piece of paper. After finishing a page, he suddenly said without looking up, "Come in. What are you doing walking around outside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open and a little head popped in.

Chu Jiaojiao laughed, "Master, you are so smart. How did you know I was outside?"

Qingfeng said unhappily, "I'm not deaf, come here and grind the ink."

"Oh oh." Chu Jiaojiao immediately stepped forward, holding the ink stick and gently turning it.

Qingfeng has lived for over a hundred years. At that time, people still wrote with brushes, and he has not changed this habit to this day.

Chu Jiaojiao often helped him grind ink when she was a child.

At that time, she was not as tall as the table and had to stand on a chair, but now she can stand on the ground to grind ink.

She ground the ink and wrote in the breeze, and the atmosphere was very quiet.

After writing until the evening, Qingfeng asked, "Why don't you ask me?"

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head. "Don't ask. My master is not that kind of person. If he didn't go, it definitely wasn't because he didn't want to go."

Qingfeng pulled the corners of his mouth, with a bitter and complicated feeling. Chu Jiaojiao couldn't tell what it was, but she felt sour in her heart.

She hung her head and said apologetically, "Master, I'm sorry. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come here to show off."

If she hadn't wanted to brag, this wouldn't have happened, and she would have caused her master to be scolded for no reason.

Seeing her like this, Qingfeng raised his hand and knocked her on the head.

Chu Jiaojiao cried out "ouch", holding her head and looking at him pitifully, trying to be pitiful.

Qingfeng didn't buy it. He rolled his eyes at her and said, "What nonsense are you imagining? Master, am I such a fragile person? Even if I didn't come today, others would always say what they want to say."

He said calmly, "Actually, there's nothing that can't be said about that matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crunching sound was heard. Turning around, he saw Chu Jiaojiao holding melon seeds and cracking them, looking like she was ready to eat the melon.

Qingfeng's mouth twitched. What was wrong with him in the first place? Why did he accept this little girl as his apprentice?

It just so happened that he had to go through all the trouble to get the disciple.

He had originally tricked her into agreeing to be his apprentice by claiming that he could tell fortunes and get whatever she wanted, but now he's shooting himself in the foot.

He gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to hit her, and blurted out all the words that had been weighing on his heart for a long time.

"On the eve of the great war, your uncles and my fellow seniors calculated that Xuanmen would face a catastrophe in a hundred years, so they asked me to stay to prevent Xuanmen from being without a leader a hundred years later."

"So, they knocked me unconscious and trapped me. When I woke up, I heard that they and Tianhao had died together."

Having said that, he felt somewhat disappointed. To begin with, he was not someone who could be easily fooled. It was just that he was never on guard against his senior brothers.

He never imagined that his senior brothers, who were like family to him, would abandon him before the war.

Seeing his red eyes, Chu Jiaojiao stopped eating melon seeds, sighed, and said, "Adults always like to make decisions that they think are good for you."

Qingfeng turned his head and looked at her, "Do you understand again?"

Chu Jiaojiao nodded. "Of course, they just don't want anything to happen to you. They want you to live. Plus, with the catastrophe coming a hundred years from now, it's only natural that they'll leave you this chance to live."

"But they never asked you whether you wanted to live or die with them."

"Oh, actually, it doesn't necessarily mean death. Master is so powerful. If you had also participated a hundred years ago, maybe everyone would still be alive. Tianhao was completely dead, so there was no way there would be a catastrophe a hundred years later."

"In the final analysis, all of this is the cycle of cause and effect, and there's no way around it."

"So, Master, you don't have to be sad. My uncle and the others are still underground. When the next decisive battle comes, tie them up and let them watch from the side. Let them experience the feeling of only being able to watch and not do anything. It will make them anxious to death!"

I understand the principle, but Qingfeng didn't expect this last method.

Imagine this scene, you know what, it’s quite satisfying!