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

Chapter 17 I'm Afraid I Can't Control Myself From Singing
Seeing that Ouyang Feng didn't say anything, Zhou Botong felt that he had not had enough fun fighting just now, so he put his hands in the Kongming Fist stance again.

"Old Poison, come on, let's fight for another 300 rounds."

Ouyang Feng ignored him. He was confused most of the time and rarely clear-headed, but he was a master in martial arts.

I was infected with corpse poison yesterday. Although I managed to force it out with my profound inner strength, the poison was special and it still had some impact.

Just like before, he threw the stone in a rage, and now he felt a slight delay in the flow of his internal energy.

If it were someone else, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the annoying old man opposite, who was always chattering, was also very skilled in martial arts.

If the stalemate continues, the outcome will be unpredictable, and I'm afraid it will delay the search for my good son Yang Guo.

Ouyang Feng had made up his mind and looked at Zhou Botong deeply twice, as if he wanted to memorize his appearance.

Then he stood upside down and retreated very quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Botong wanted to give chase, but Yelu Qi and the leader of Quanzhen Sect were still there, and he was also afraid of Ouyang Feng's snake formation.

He scratched his head, stamped his feet, put his hands on his hips and cursed a few words, then turned around and kept looking at Zhao Zhijing and the others.

Zhao Zhijing knew that he hated the Quanzhen Taoist priests the most, so he asked him to return to Chongyang Palace to take charge of the situation. If it weren't for Yelu Qi today, he would probably have run away as soon as they met.

He had to say something to keep Zhou Botong so that Yelu Qi could become his disciple.

"Zhao Zhijing, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, pays homage to his great-grandmaster."

The seven people saluted one after another. Zhou Botong looked impatient and looked like he was about to run away at any time.

The best way now is to come up with a new and unique martial art to please Zhou Botong.

In that way, not only Yelu Qi could become his disciple, but Zhou Botong would also be able to come and become his disciple.

After all, in the original novel, Zhou Botong saw the seventeen moves of "The Sorrowful Palm" created by Yang Guo. Since he only saw four moves, he was so anxious that he wanted to kowtow and become his disciple for the remaining thirteen moves.

But if I want to copy them, I have to be able to withstand the wrath of the Seven True Immortals and tens of thousands of Taoists after returning to Chongyang Palace.
Zhao Zhijing racked his brains but couldn't think of any martial arts secrets or moves that would appeal to people.

"In the world of martial arts, besides the Nine Yin Manual, the Nine Yang Magic Art is the best. However, I only remember a short sentence of the Nine Yang Magic Art's formula."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing suddenly had an idea. He didn't care whether it would work or not, and just tried his best to give it a try.

"Master uncle, my disciple Zhao Zhijing received a few mantras from a master in a dream, but I still can't comprehend them. I would like to ask Master uncle for some guidance."

Zhou Botong had the best martial arts in his life. When he saw that the Quanzhen Sect disciples did not ask him to return to Chongyang Palace, but instead said that they had obtained some secret techniques from a master, he immediately became interested.

His originally frowned brows turned into a smile. Just as he was about to speak, he found that there were several other people present, so he immediately waved his hand.

"You guys move over there, he said he wanted to ask me for advice, but he didn't say he wanted to ask you for advice!"

Li Zhichang, Wang Zhitan and others looked at each other, not knowing what kind of martial arts Zhao Zhijing was suddenly asking them to learn.

But since their great-grandmaster had spoken, they dared not disobey and had to move away from him.

Zhou Botong shook his head and urged Zhao Zhijing, "Hurry up and tell me, what interesting martial arts moves do you have?"

Zhao Zhijing read out the words he had prepared word by word, "Uncle Master, the master in the dream taught me the following sentences."

"No matter how powerful the force is, I can still use my limited strength to defeat you."

"The weak can defeat the strong, and the latecomer can arrive first."

“In the state of combining emptiness and reality, guarding the emptiness and releasing the reality, even if the force in your palm is fierce, you won’t be moved.” Zhao Zhijing spoke slowly, because if he spoke faster, he would lose control and sing it out loud.

Zhou Botong was like a naughty boy, never quiet for a moment, pulling his beard on his chin, occasionally shaking his head and nodding.

"You kid, these few mantras look pretty good, but they are too short. What can you understand from them?"

Seeing that Zhou Botong had fallen into his trap, Zhao Zhijing struck while the iron was hot and demonstrated a few moves of Tai Chi that he had learned in the Taoist temple in his previous life.

"Uncle Master, please have a look."

"Wild horses part their manes, catching peacocks' tails, white cranes spread their wings, single whips, like a seal or a blockade."

Zhao Zhijing only used five or six moves, thinking that he couldn't give it all up at once, otherwise how would he seduce Zhou Botong in the future?
When Zhou Botong saw these moves, he found that the force was light and the speed was slow, but each move was a harmony of yin and yang, and extremely perfect. It was obviously an extremely advanced martial art.

It’s just that the movements are not coherent, and there are definitely a lot of moves missing.

Zhou Botong was watching with great interest, but Zhao Zhijing had already stopped. He was so anxious that he hurriedly asked, "What's next?"

"There's no more down there."

Zhao Zhijing looked respectful, as if he was humbly seeking advice, and said sincerely: "The master in the dream said that my aptitude is poor, and I can't remember too much, so he only taught me a few easy-to-remember formulas and moves."

"He asked his disciples to practice diligently and contemplate. When they have made real progress, he will appear again to teach the rest."

When Zhou Botong heard this, he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Judging from Zhou Botong's martial arts skills, the martial arts demonstrated by Zhao Zhijing could only be considered one-tenth or one-twelfth of his level, but they already contained the subtle and mysterious changes of yin and yang.

If you learn all of them, it might be a new world unprecedented in martial arts.

Although Zhou Botong was extremely anxious, he was helpless and believed in Zhao Zhijing's words about the "master in the dream".

After all, with Zhao Zhijing's current martial arts, no one could comprehend such profound martial arts, let alone his master Wang Chuyi, even if the entire Quanzhen Sect was combined.

"You useless boy, next time the master from my dream comes to you, remember to tell him that there is a man named Zhou Botong who learns quickly."

Zhao Zhijing felt amused in his heart, but he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Uncle Master, I will remember this."

"No."

As soon as Zhou Botong finished speaking, he immediately changed his mind and warned, "It's better not to tell anyone. What if the master in the dream has a strange temper and never comes again after hearing what you said?"

"Yes, great uncle."

Zhou Botong turned around twice, realizing that he couldn't understand all the formulas and moves right away. He grabbed Zhao Zhijing's arm and said, "I'll come back to you when I understand them all. I'll make sure the master in my dream passes down the entire set of martial arts to me."

"Yes, disciple understands."

Zhao Zhijing knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, so he took the opportunity to say, "The master in the dream said that I will receive a disciple with excellent aptitude and physique in the next two days."

"Master uncle, the moment I met the young man named Yelu Qi, I felt that we had a strong affinity. He is most likely the person the master mentioned in my dream."

"I just don't know what the relationship between him and his uncle is?"

　Thanks for your recommendations for Swimming in the Sea 2, A Song of Heaven and a Glass of Wine, and Strike Freedom

　　Refill ~
　　

(End of this chapter)