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

The summit of the North Peak of Mount Huashan was where the five greatest martial artists of the world once fought each other. It was originally a sacred place of martial arts that people in the martial arts world should pay homage to.

The East Evil, the West Poison, the South Emperor, the North Beggar, and the Central God of War are all famous and are still mentioned from time to time hundreds of years later.

The most talked about person is Zhao Zhijing, the "Zuowang Immortal" who ascended to heaven after three sword fights.

"Sir, it is said that Immortal Zhao once carved the words 'Sword Out of Quanzhen' on this cliff. I wonder if it is true or not?"

On this day, Song Qingshu, who finally had some free time, took Xiao Zhao to revisit his old place at the top of Beifeng Mountain.

Xiao Zhao's lightness skill was quite good, but he still found it a little difficult to climb to the top in one breath. However, with Song Qingshu looking after him, it was as easy as walking on flat ground.

"It's true. It's right here."

The scene of competing with Guo Jing for the first place in martial arts in the world seems like it was just yesterday, but the close friends at that time are now like the four words "Sword from Quanzhen" that he had carved with his own hands, washed away by the wind and rain.

Song Qingshu raised his right hand and pointed to the stone wall in Xiaozhao's memory. It was covered with a thick layer of moss and no trace of it could be found.

"Master, you are obviously only six or seven years older than Xiao Zhao, why do you seem to have witnessed many past events when you talk about them?"

Xiao Zhao was young and was mostly curious about these legends, but she did not have any sentimental feelings about the passing of time. Seeing that Song Qingshu had a nostalgic look on his face, she asked a question.

Then, without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, he asked and answered himself: "Well, not only is the martial arts of the young master unfathomable, but he can also always predict the future. It must be like what the Buddhists say, that he has awakened his wisdom from his previous life, hehe!"

"Yes, I am the reincarnation of Immortal Zhao from Mount Hua. I came here in this life specifically to take in a clever little ghost like you."

"Xiao Zhao is not afraid, just come and collect it, young master."

With the considerate Xiao Zhao by his side, it was difficult for Song Qingshu to keep dwelling on the past.

After the two chatted for a while, Song Qingshu waved his hand to draw out the Yitian sword, stood in front of the stone wall to calm himself, then the sword turned into a long rainbow and he carved the four words again with his pen.

Sword from Huashan
With the arrival of July, the weather became even hotter, and the lush and green Yunv Peak of Mount Huashan was like a steamer, especially in the afternoon when the sunlight was at its brightest, the heat waves on the ground were almost visible to the naked eye.

But at this time when the cicadas have lost their energy in chirping and people should have sought shade to escape the heat and cool down, in the study hall that Huashan Sect had recently renovated, one could hear bursts of reading sounds coming from it.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive."

"The sun and the moon are full, and the stars and constellations are arranged."

Guan Yuerou is not very old, but she seems to have inherited the temper of her ancestor Guan Shengnan. She is straightforward and a bit aggressive. At this moment, she is educating the first group of children who have come up the mountain, teaching them to read and write.

These children were selected from poor people living near Mount Huashan or refugees who had drifted here. Most of them were pale and thin, and were half-naked. After the first few days of instruction, they were still shy and dared not look at people or speak loudly.

Especially when facing the youngest but most hot-tempered female gentleman, he didn't even dare to breathe.

In comparison, the female teacher named Xiao Zhao was much gentler, but she spent most of her time with that person, who should be called the head of the Huashan Sect, Song, and her time to teach here was limited.

“Read along.”

Guan Yuerou first read the first part of the Thousand Character Classic in her hand, and then explained it again. This time she had started from the beginning and asked a group of students to recite along.

"The sky and earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless." "The sun and the moon wax and wane, the stars are in full bloom."

The voices were high, low, and incoherent. The thin-skinned child blushed and dared not speak. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Guan Yuerou frowned upon hearing this and said with a stern face, "I can't eat without you. What do you look like when you are so weak?"

"Open your mouth and read loudly. Show your energy and spirit. If you can't even read well, how can you be worthy of being a disciple of Huashan Sect in the future!"

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive!"

"The sun and the moon are shining brightly, and the stars and constellations are arranged!"

When they heard the words "disciples of Huashan Sect", the children who had been keeping their heads down and looking uneasy suddenly raised their voices to the point of shouting. However, due to their nervousness, their voices broke at the end of the short sixteen words, making a strange sharp sound.

"it is good!"

Guan Yuerou not only did not reprimand him, but she praised him, "This is the ambition we need. If you learn slowly, it is because of your limited talent. You cannot be too demanding, but you must have this courageous spirit to move forward!"

Children from poor families have to grow up early. Although not everyone can fully understand what it means to join the Huashan Sect, knowing that they will not be beaten or scolded, will have three full meals a day, and even new clothes, this is definitely not just about being a "good person".

In addition, those who still have family members, although they cannot come to the Jade Maiden Peak with them, have all been settled in the town at the foot of the mountain and in Huayin County.

What's even better is that you can work for the masters of the Huashan Sect. No, you are not allowed to call them masters here. You don't have to worry all day long about being beaten like pigs and dogs by the Mongolian masters, and you will also have a stable livelihood.

Compared with the previous days, it is like heaven and earth, as if living in a dream.

Therefore, no one wants to be driven down the mountain. Otherwise, even if the masters do not punish them, the parents down the mountain will be so angry that they will break the legs of their disappointing children.

"Okay, continue reading with me. Winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores."

"Miss Guan has a short temper, but after receiving your guidance, she has made great progress."

Outside the school, Song Qingshu and Xiao Zhao walked slowly over, but they did not show up in person so as not to disturb the children's studies.

Xiao Zhao chuckled and said, "In fact, which master doesn't beat people? It is said that strict teachers produce excellent students. Young Master has made these children have food to eat, books to read, and exercises to practice. This is a great kindness that has benefited thousands of families."

Song Qingshu listened to the sound of reading coming from the study, and his thoughts were drawn back to the Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain. Although he was a man of both leniency and strictness, and would never show mercy to those who deserved blame, it seemed that he had never really taken action.

But on second thought, Lu Qingdu, Liu Qingxing and other disciples had already been disciples of the master for several years, and there was no need to beat or scold Yang Guo and Guan Man'er who came later.

So when Song Qingshu saw Guan Yuerou slamming the table and glaring, and even wanting corporal punishment, he felt that something seemed wrong.

But on second thought, the two situations are not the same, so after reminding Guan Yuerou to know when to stop, he also taught her his secret of "giving a sweet treat after a beating".

"Studying is just the beginning. Everything should be done step by step. It's not that you can't beat your apprentice, but you have to make him remember it after the beating so that he can correct his behavior in the future."

At that time, Xiao Zhao was accompanying him. Seeing Song Qingshu, who was a powerful opponent of Emei Sect's Miejue Nun, a master of the Western Regions' Vajra Sect, and a former elder of the Beggars' Sect, and now the famous leader of the Huashan Sect, actually have such a thoughtful side, she felt both amused and touched. (End of this chapter)