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

Chapter 152 Huashan Snow

On the first day of November, Zhao Zhijing took Guan Man'er back to Huayin County at the foot of Mount Hua.

From the day they left Dengfeng County, almost all the towns they passed through began to be under martial law, and a large number of Mongolian warriors and martial arts masters were rushing towards Xiangyang in a hurry.

Fortunately, when they parted last time, Guo Jing said that after he and his wife came down from Mount Hua, they would go to Xiangyang to take charge, so that they could prepare in advance if any situation occurred.

Zhao Zhijing once thought of taking the route to Xiangyang to first inform Guo Jing and his wife of his discovery in Shaolin Temple.

But that would take too much time, and Zhao Zhijing was worried about his disciples in Huashan.

So in the end he decided to return directly to Huashan, write a letter and have it handed over to the Beggar Gang disciples in Huayin to forward it to Xiangyang.

There were only a dozen words written on the letter, but Huang Rong was smart enough to understand it at a glance, so it didn't matter even if the letter was intercepted halfway.

"What we speculated last time at Huashan has been confirmed, and the couple has made preparations early."

After handing the letter to the Beggar Gang disciples, Zhao Zhijing took Guan Man'er back to Yunu Peak.

Before reaching the gate of Zuowang Temple, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. Although it was not night, it still created the artistic conception of "returning home in the wind and snow, the light reflects the way forward."

"Man'er, it's snowing."

Zhao Zhijing stretched out his hands to catch a few snowflakes, and his pace slowed down. When he finally reached the mountain gate, the mountains were already covered with snow.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master is back!"

During the days when Master was not in the temple, several brothers and sisters went about their daily duties. Logically, there should have been no changes in their lives, but they just couldn't muster the energy to do anything.

Seeing that the master had finally returned to the mountain, everyone shouted happily, and the slightly deserted atmosphere on the Jade Maiden Peak due to the snow was instantly swept away.

"came back."

Zhao Zhijing originally wanted to put on a stern face and give a fake lecture, saying it was inappropriate to yell at others, but when he saw the joy and longing in the hearts of his disciples when they gathered around him, he finally smiled and nodded.

The master and his disciples gathered together. Zhao Zhijing looked around and saw that there was no sign of Yang Guo. He knew that he was still in seclusion at the Cliff of Repentance.

Judging from the feedback over the past month, Yang Guo has made some progress in creating the Dugu Nine Swords. What he lacks is experience and time.

After all, when Linghu Chong learned the Dugu Nine Swords, his martial arts skills were not very high, and it all depended on the word "enlightenment".

Moreover, Feng Qingyang also said that swordsmanship is just a skill. If one wants to compete with the real masters in the world, he will have to practice for another 20 years.

Since Yang Guo was able to master the Black Iron sword technique under the guidance of an eagle, no matter how bad the Dugu Nine Swords taught by Zhao Zhijing was, it should still be a little bit stronger than that eagle.

"Master!"

Zhao Zhijing originally wanted to not disturb Yang Guo from practicing sword today, but Guan Maner insisted on seeing his junior brother.

"Brother Man'er!"

The master and his disciple arrived at the Cliff of Regret, where Yang Guo was indeed practicing swordplay. Suddenly, he saw his master and his fellow apprentice coming back. He immediately put away his sword and went to hug Guan Man'er.

The heavy snow lasted for two days. Mount Hua was covered in silver. The entire mountain was covered with snow. The branches of the green pines and cypresses were bent down, like jade trees and branches.

Looking into the distance from the Yunu Peak, the peaks are scattered in an orderly manner. When the mountain wind blows past, layers of fine snow are swept into the air like light smoke, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness.

In such a cold winter, Zhao Zhijing was rarely free in the quiet room. There were candied fruits on the table and tea in the pot. The stove was burning brightly, and the warm and leisurely atmosphere made people drowsy.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow, so common people who wanted to come to the Zuowang Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, or people from the martial arts world who wanted to visit and get to know Master Zhao of Huashan because of his reputation, had to postpone their visit.

Zhao Zhijing took the opportunity to relax for two days. After his disciples cleared the snow around Zuowang Temple, they started making snowmen and having snowball fights, having a lot of fun.

Yang Guo has also ended his retreat in the Cliff of Regret. Although he has made great progress in his swordsmanship in the past month, it has naturally consumed a lot of his energy.

So Zhao Zhijing ordered him not to practice sword for the next two days and to concentrate on playing with Guan Maner. Now the two of them are making a snowman.

Also because of this heavy snow, there has been no news of Mongolian invasion from Xiangyang so far. If peace can be maintained until the beginning of next spring, we can have a peaceful year.

"Whoever dares to ruin my good mood at this time, I will plant him in the snow!"

Zhao Zhijing grabbed a few candied fruits and threw them into his mouth, then hummed a little tune.

"Oh my dear, don't worry, I will only hold your red sleeves for you in this life. After three rounds of wine, the moon is on the branches, and my heart is at ease~"

On the North Peak of Huashan, an old beggar with white hair and beard and wearing tattered clothes was rushing to the summit against the wind and snow.

The weather turned suddenly cold, and the mountain wind chilled people to the bone. However, the old beggar had a rosy face and looked energetic, without any sign of being cold.

Moreover, walking on these steep cliffs is just like walking on flat ground.

The weather was bad at that time, and there were places that even birds couldn't fly over. He only needed to hook three fingers on the stone and use a little leverage to easily climb up. His martial arts skills were truly incredible.

After a few ups and downs, we reached the top of the mountain.

If there were other people around, they would definitely guess that this top master was rushing to a date and fighting his opponent on the top of Mount Huashan.

But the old beggar didn't look like he was looking for anyone. He took out a big rooster from the bag on his back and buried it next to a big rock in a few seconds. Then he smiled and let out a long sigh.

"I have come all the way from Lingnan to Huashan, so I must give this old beggar a good treat."

As he spoke, he patted his belly. Although he was old, he had a well-proportioned body and strong bones, except for his belly which had a lot of fat.

"Ok?"

After burying the rooster, the old beggar originally wanted to find a place to rest first, because it would take another day to catch this unique delicacy in the world.

As a result, he caught a glimpse of some traces on the cliff wall. Curious, he slowly walked closer and gently slapped his palm to shake off the dust and snow.

"Sword out. Quanzhen?"

When the old beggar saw the words carved on the cliff, he couldn't help but laugh. Thinking about the time when the supernatural Wang Chongyang defeated all the heroes in the Huashan Sword Contest, these four words were not wrong.

But as of today, Taoist Chongyang has long passed away. Although the old naughty boy Zhou Botong is highly skilled in martial arts, he is naive by nature and has never considered himself a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, so it is impossible for him to do such a thing.

As for the Seven Quanzhen Masters and their disciples, they do not seem to be people who have such means and heroism.

"This is a new and strange thing. The old beggar hasn't been back to the Central Plains for more than ten years. Could it be that he is ignorant of the news?"

The old beggar was curious, but he thought that it would take time to wait for the delicious food, so he decided to go to the market town at the foot of the mountain to find out more.

"I want to see what kind of person is this who can climb to the top of Mount Hua and leave such a big statement as "Sword from Quanzhen"?"

(End of this chapter)