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

Chapter 19 Becoming a relative of Guo Jing

Here, Zhao Zhijing, Zhou Botong and Yelu Qi all had smiles on their faces.

Over there, Li Zhichang, Wang Zhitan, Cui Zhifang and six other people all looked confused.

It is bizarre enough that Zhao Zhijing went to Zhou Botong to learn martial arts.

After talking and gesturing for such a long time, why did this Khitan child suddenly run over to become his disciple?

What exactly is the situation?
Zhao Zhijing naturally didn't know what Li Zhichang and the others were feeling. At this moment, he was looking at Yelu Qi who was smiling foolishly.

"Silly Apprentice"

"In five years at most, Zhou Botong will be too busy hiding from you to take you around like today."

"Master, this is your eternal home."

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but think of Yelu Qi's future daughter-in-law, Guo Fu.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father.

In this way, wouldn't he become a relative of Guo Jing and Huang Rong?
Then I thought, Guo Jing and Zhou Botong are sworn brothers, so by that calculation, Zhou Botong and I can also be called brothers?
So I am my own great-uncle master?

Zhao Zhijing shook his head secretly, thinking that the encounters in life were truly amazing.

Seeing that the matter here had come to an end, Zhou Botong wanted to escape because he couldn't sit still.

He had been exposed to enough wind and sand in Mongolia over the years, and finally returned to the Central Plains. He found everything interesting and fun.

In order not to expose his whereabouts, he never stayed in one place for too long, so as to avoid being found by the Quanzhen Sect or Yinggu.

"Little Taoist priest, after you return to Chongyang Palace this time, no matter where you go, you must leave a message for the other bull noses."

"Otherwise, after I have mastered those formulas and moves, I will have to look for you all over the world."

Zhou Botong was in a very good mood at this time. The more he looked at Zhao Zhijing, the more he liked him. He even stopped calling him "Ox Nose" and called him "little Taoist priest" instead.

In fact, Zhao Zhijing’s age is definitely not young, but Zhou Botong is much older than him. Even the Seven Masters of Quanzhen are children in his eyes.

So there is nothing wrong with calling it that.

Zhao Zhijing naturally agreed, "Don't worry, Uncle Master, I will go down the mountain to do some work under the order of the head master, and will return to the mountain after the work is done."

“If I need to go down the mountain to do some work again, the disciples in Chongyang Palace will definitely know where I’m going.”

Zhao Zhijing looked at Yelu Qi and thought that this disciple was willing to work hard, but it would be better to give him some advice, so that he could at least be as hardworking as Yang Guo and the others.

So he reached into his arms and took out something, taking the opportunity to give a few instructions.

"Qi'er, although you and I are now master and disciple, we are about to part ways."

Zhao Zhijing took out a small flying sword, which was the hidden weapon he carried with him when he went down the mountain. The size and material were no different from the common flying swords in the martial arts world, except that the word "Quanzhen" was engraved on the sword.

"You carry this flying sword, firstly as a souvenir, and secondly as a reminder from your master to always remember to practice diligently."

"When we meet again next time, we will talk about our friendship as master and disciple."

Yelu Qi took it respectfully with both hands. He felt that this new master was humble and polite, and treated people very sincerely, which touched him deeply.

"Yes, Master."

"The mountain is high and the road is long. Please take care of yourself, Master. I'm sorry that I can't serve you."

"alright!"

Zhou Botong was impatient with these polite words and turned away without even saying hello.

As for Li Zhichang and others who were some distance away, they didn't even look at him. Yelu Qi bowed deeply to Zhao Zhijing again, clasped his fists and waved to Li Zhichang and others, and then went after Zhou Botong.

Seeing Zhou Botong leaving, Li Zhichang and six others hurried forward to ask.

"You all know the temperament of my uncle-master."

Zhao Zhijing pretended to be helpless and said, "If you say stop, then stop. If you say go, then go. If you say let the Khitan boy worship me as his master, then let the Khitan boy worship me as his master."

Zhao Zhijing spread his hands and said, "I am helpless too. After Yelu Qi became my disciple, he still wanted to travel around with my great-grandmaster uncle. I don't know what my great-grandmaster uncle's intention was in doing this."

Li Zhichang and several other disciples who were under Qiu Chuji's tutelage looked at each other and felt that Zhao Zhijing was becoming more and more unfathomable.

Not only was he highly regarded by the head teacher, but even his great-uncle Master Zhou, who had never been involved in the affairs of the Quanzhen Sect, actually specially asked his disciples to become Zhao Zhijing's disciples.

Senior Brother Zhen has fallen behind again in his competition for the third generation's first disciple.
As for Zhao Zhijing, he was considering whether he should tell others that Zhou Botong might return to Chongyang Palace at any time after returning to the mountain.

After all, he just wanted to take in an apprentice so that he could lie down in various postures more comfortably.

At this time, everyone was only a few steps away from the target town. Zhao Zhijing didn't want to dwell on the issue of Zhou Botong any more, so he simply started to change the subject.

"With Uncle Master Zhou and the Western Poison Ouyang Feng here, there should be no more evil people who could bring disaster to the world around here."

"But everyone still needs to be careful and beware of traps and corpse poison."

"Let's take the pills that can control the corpse poison, then be alert and go in to investigate. We must not be careless."

Zhao Zhijing took out the Quanzhen Sect's Zixiao Sanbao Pill first, but he held it at the root of his tongue without swallowing it.

Seeing his movements, the other six people hurriedly followed. After all, gathering information and bringing back the remains of their fellow disciples were the top priorities of this trek down the mountain.

The seven people walked slowly into the town. All they saw were broken buildings and overgrown weeds. It was obvious that the town had been abandoned for some time.

As he went deeper, the fishy smell that was originally barely noticeable began to become obvious. Zhao Zhijing held the sword in one hand and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve with the other.

Several pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere in various shapes, covering the dried blood underneath.

What's strange is that the people wearing these clothes seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, because from the scene, there was no explanation as to how these clothes were taken off.

"Brother Zhao, this should be the corpse-dissolving water of the Root of Misfortune monster."

Li Zhichang reminded him that his master Qiu Chuji often traveled around the world and had fought with Huo Shigen's people before, so he had to know more about them.

Zhao Zhijing nodded. Of course he had heard of the name of corpse-dissolving water.

However, judging from the fishy smell and the relatively intact clothes, it does not seem to be a solution like strong acid.

Huo Shigen is indeed superior in the use of poison.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this way!"

Cui Zhifang, who was on guard in the left front, shouted, apparently having discovered something.

They all rushed over, and at the same time put their swords in their left hands and put them behind their backs.

"The Infinite God Who Saves People."

More than a dozen corpses wearing Quanzhen Taoist robes were found, some lying on their backs, some with their backs facing upwards, protecting their fellow disciples against their chests.

The face of each corpse was dark black, obviously caused by a severe poison. The degree of decay was almost the same, but in different locations.

Zhao Zhijing sighed in his heart, it is true that wherever there are people, there is the world of martial arts.

(End of this chapter)