"Free of courtesy, free of courtesy, old man Qingqiu, the teacher of the Holy Dragon at Longyan College." The old man waved his hand and introduced himself.
Having said that, he raised his sleeve, looked left and right, pulled it hard a few times, and rubbed it hard a few times.
Everyone looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing what he was doing.
"Haha, I found it. This is the logo of Longyan College and the logo of the Holy Dragon Instructor. Take a good look, don't say that the old man is pretending to be a swindler." The old man raised his sleeves and laughed. Waiting for others to prove their identity. It seems that he is quite self-aware. His own image just made people not believe it.
Looking at his sleeves, Mu Hanyan and the others were all black lines.
I saw that the two sleeves were covered with oil stains, as if they hadn't been washed once in decades, but after he rubbed them, two lifelike dragon shapes appeared in the oil stains, looming but only visible. Miao Weixiao.
It is said that every student or teacher of Yanlong Academy will embroider the emblem of the academy on their clothes to prove their identity. The difference is that most students and teachers only have one, and it is embroidered.
As for the holy dragon mentors, they have two badges, and they are condensed with their own cultivation base. Not only will they not disappear for thousands of years, but they also have strong defense capabilities.
Of course, it is extremely difficult to condense such a dragon-shaped badge with one's own cultivation, and some holy dragon instructors cannot do it themselves, so this dress has been passed down from master to disciple.
Wen Ren Qingqiu's clothes are enough to prove his identity, but everyone forgot to salute, and there was a strange look on their faces at the same time, and the same thought in their hearts: Sure enough, he is an expert, but he is different from ordinary people. Look, a holy dragon robe that has been passed down from generation to generation has been ruined by him like this, and he doesn't know who is his apprentice. It's really unlucky! In the future, it will be passed on to that apprentice, and the apprentice will have to wash it for several days and nights before washing it clean
Of course, such a joking idea quickly disappeared from my mind. If you can really become a disciple of the Holy Dragon Instructor, let alone dress sloppily, they are willing to wear beggar clothes, even to run naked.
And even if one can worship him as a teacher, not everyone is qualified to wear this holy dragon robe. Only those who inherit his mantle, stay in Longyan College to teach, and have enough aptitude and strength, are eligible to inherit this robe.
No matter how dirty the robe is, it is the holy dragon robe after all, a symbol of identity, status and strength.
"Junior pays homage to Senior Wenren... I pay respects to Senior Wenren..." Everyone outside the courtyard saluted one after another, bowing and bowing respectfully.
"Let's all be excused." Wenren Qingqiu raised his arms falsely, and everyone was gently lifted up.
That power may seem small, but it is endless, making it impossible for people to compete.
Seeing his strength again, everyone forgot about the robe, and looked at Wenren Qingqiu with even more reverence.
"I still have something to talk about, please avoid it for now." Wenren Qingqiu said kindly to everyone outside the courtyard.
"Okay, okay, don't dare to disturb Senior Wenren, let's go now." Everyone was lightly said by that request, and they left completely in the blink of an eye.
"You are the owner of the Nanmu Auction, right? You have to buy all these herbs." Wenren Qingqiu grabbed Mu Nan's hand and asked anxiously.
"Hmm." Mu Nan hummed subconsciously.