I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 121 Innate Skills

At this point, Qiu Chuji had already used all his strength in every move, with his palm between the sword and the sword behind the palm, almost as if he was fighting for his life.

Zhao Zhijing resolved them one by one relying on his own understanding and comprehension of various martial arts of his own sect, but the Quanzhen Sect's "Snow-Walking and Ice-Breaking Palm" was truly extraordinary, and the residual force of the palm wind alone was enough to break the thinner branches on the tree.

Occasionally it would pass over the head, like a strong wind, causing pain in the face.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhijing's cultivation was deep enough, and he guessed that this should be some kind of test, so he used his internal force to protect his whole body and was not in a hurry to win.

Qiu Chuji saw that Zhao Zhijing defended very well, and occasionally made one or two moves in a gap, all of which were perfect and full of energy. His strength, skills, style and power were just right. Although there was nothing strange or wonderful, his victory lay in the word "pure". It was obvious that he had mastered the martial arts of his school to the point of returning to simplicity.

Among the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, no one can defeat him, let alone the third-generation disciples of the same generation.

"My fellow disciples and I are all old now, and we never thought that there would be a day when we can pass on our master's legacy!"

Qiu Chuji felt emotional, and his moves became a little slower, but he had been in the martial arts world for decades, and his character was even stronger than before.

With his spirit lifted, he pushed the Golden Goose Skill to its extreme. Wisps of white mist rose from the top of his head due to the surge of internal force. His hands struck out palm shadows in the air and attacked Zhao Zhijing at the same time.

Zhao Zhijing held his left palm but did not release it, and no matter how fierce the opponent's attack was, he just pushed out his right palm in front of his chest like a mountain.

Although the speed of this palm was not very fast, it was like a towering peak, as still as a mountain. No matter how loudly Qiu Chuji's palm wind whistled, it could not stop even a step.

"Oh!"

The two men faced each other with their palms, and the powerful force stimulated by the authentic internal energy of Xuanmen spread out in all directions like ripples on the water. The fallen leaves that originally surrounded the two men were shaken into the sky, and only until the internal force completely dissipated did they slowly fall down in a spiral.

"call"

Captain Qiu let out a breath, then reached out and gently brushed off the few leaves that had fallen on his body. Then he looked at Zhao Zhijing again, and found that there was not a single leaf on his body. It was obvious that his internal strength had reached the point where not a single leaf could touch his body.

Qiu Chuji knew that the outcome of the exam had been decided and there was no need to continue. Zhao Zhijing passed it even more smoothly than he had expected.

"Zhi Jing, come with me to Chongyang Palace and pay homage to the Chongyang Patriarch from afar."

Qiu Chuji sheathed his sword and gave an order. Zhao Zhijing then returned his master's sword and followed the two men, heading northwest towards Chongyang Palace, to pay homage to Chongyang Patriarch with the utmost respect and sincerity.

"Zhao Zhijing, the third-generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect, has excellent character and outstanding martial arts skills. He has successfully passed the examination. We will follow the instructions of our predecessor and pass on the Quanzhen Sect's most precious Xiantian Gong to you today!"

After paying homage to the Chongyang Patriarch, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi turned to face Zhao Zhijing. Qiu Chuji told Zhao Zhijing his decision to pass on the Xiantian Gong, then reached into his arms and took out a slightly yellowed booklet.

The three characters on the book were written in powerful strokes; they were the Quanzhen Sect's most precious treasure, Xiantian Gong.

"Zhi Jing, why don't you come and receive the emperor?"

Seeing that his disciple was slow to move, Wang Chuyi thought that the incident happened suddenly. Zhao Zhijing couldn't believe it for a moment, so he reminded him to quickly take the book containing the Xiantian Gong from Qiu Chuji's hand.

In fact, Zhao Zhijing already had a deduction in his mind. Now that Li Zhichang has been chosen as the first disciple of the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, he couldn't think of any other reason for Qiu Chuji's extremely solemn and strict test other than to pass on his skills to Master Chongyang.

The Xiantian Gong was the foundation for Wang Chongyang to defeat the other four great martial artists and become the best in the world at the Huashan Sword Contest. It is definitely the peerless martial arts skill that everyone who studies martial arts dreams of.

However, if I rely on myself to comprehend it, it may not be of much help in two or three years at most, and my disciples are still not very skilled, so it is impossible for me to teach them now.
Zhao Zhijing changed his mind and realized that what he lacked the least now was internal strength. He didn't need to learn Xiantian Kung with the mentality of strengthening his internal strength. As long as he could master the method of circulating internal strength and Qi, and combine it with the deep internal strength he already possessed, he would surely have unexpected gains.

What's more, Xiantian Gong combined with Yi Yang Finger has a miraculous effect. It can break the surface with a point. It is not only the nemesis of Toad Gong, a domineering external skill that relies heavily on one's own true energy, but also has the miraculous effect of curing internal injuries and helping people to open up the meridians throughout the body.

Although I am not sure whether I can get the One Finger Zen, it will never go wrong to learn the Xiantian Gong first.

"Disciple Zhao Zhijing, I would like to thank Master Qiu for teaching me the skills."

Zhao Zhijing took over the Xiantian Gong with great ceremony. Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi were both relieved and impressed to see that their master's legacy had finally found a successor.

"Since you have successfully passed the test and obtained the Xiantian Gong, I can also tell you the teachings left by Master Chongyang."

After the five Quanzhen disciples received the news that Zhao Zhijing defeated Li Mochou on Mount Huashan, they discussed whether or not to pass down the Xiantian Gong.

This matter was of vital importance, and none of the five brothers dared to draw a conclusion easily. In the end, they went to find the head brother Ma Yu to see what he thought.

"Since Zhijing has already reached the standard required by our master, why can't he be taught?"

"If you are worried that his character may change in the future, and therefore you want to keep the old ways, then what is the point of talking about promoting the Quanzhen Sect?"

With Ma Yu's approval, the five people finally made a decision. Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi would go to Huashan to test Zhao Zhijing.

"The teachings of our Grandmaster Chongyang are that all disciples of our Quanzhen Sect must have a good character and martial arts skills to convince others before they can accept the test."

Wang Chuyi said: "During the test, at least two of us brothers must be present at the same time to prevent corruption."

"Disciples who are being tested are not allowed to use any other martial arts except the martial arts of our Quanzhen Sect. Furthermore, if they disregard the dignity of the teacher and hurt others, they will not be taught."

Zhao Zhijing thought that it was no wonder that this Xiantian Gong had never been passed down. Qiu Chuji's martial arts skills were already first-rate, and it was extremely difficult for him to keep his composure in such a dangerous situation as just now.

Patriarch Chongyang set such strict conditions, it seems that he wanted to pass on the Xiantian Gong to a genius as extraordinary as himself, otherwise he would rather not pass it on.

However, judging from the eight words he left in the ancient tomb, "Chongyang was no less demanding than others throughout his life", he must have set high standards for his disciples as well.

Zhao Zhijing listened to his master's words about the teachings of the founder Chongyang. He did not mention whether the teachings would be passed down to the successor of the Quanzhen Sect, so he asked, "Uncle Qiu, Master, Junior Brother Li Zhichang is now the third-generation chief disciple. Why don't you pass on the teachings?"

"The one who can be passed on the Xiantian Gong does not necessarily have to be the headmaster of our sect. In other words, even if Zhichang takes over the position of headmaster in the future, his moral character may meet the requirements, but in terms of martial arts, he is completely unqualified to accept the test."

"Don't mention him. It's the same for me and your master."

Qiu Chuji slowly walked to the stone wall with the words "Siguo Cliff" engraved on it, and said with his back turned, "You are only allowed to learn this Xiantian skill, you are not allowed to pass it on, and you are also not allowed to copy it in any way."

It was noon, and a huge sun was shining brightly over Mount Huashan, dazzling the eyes.

"You must study carefully here before the sun sets. Once you descend from the Jade Maiden Peak, you must return the book. Your master and I will take it back to Chongyang Palace."

(End of this chapter)