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

Chapter 38 Lu Qingdu is the God of Food!
"For the past three months, you have been waking up early and going to bed late."

"Although you were inevitably lazy at the beginning, now, among the four generations of disciples in Chongyang Palace, you are the most hardworking."

Zhao Zhijing put his hands behind his back and said with a serious look, "Living in this chaotic world, martial arts is naturally the foundation of life, but it does not represent everything."

"I thought that I should cultivate some other specialties in you so that you can complement each other and achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Therefore, in addition to martial arts, you are also allowed to explore more classics, history, calligraphy, painting, medicine, divination, and astrology."

The disciples listened to their master's good intentions in silence.

For decades in Chongyang Palace, things like music, chess, calligraphy and painting have been personal hobbies, and people play around with them in their spare time, but no one has ever heard of any master teaching them.

"I am very pleased. Qingxing is good at fortune-telling, Qingzhi is good at medicine, Qinghua is good at calligraphy and painting, and Guoer is good at music."

"Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is a little bit of a side job, but I don't think so."

"Our founder is a man of both civil and military talents, and he is a master of all three religions."

"Dongxie Huang Yaoshi is well versed in hundreds of schools of thought. He knows everything and is proficient in everything."

"The Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing is the most skilled doctor. The Dali Duan style One Yang Finger is world famous. He has also found a new way to use this profound martial art to save people."

"As for the Beggar of the North."

Zhao Zhijing said this and glanced at Lu Qingdu.

"Hong Qigong, the Beggar of the North, is such a hero, but he also has the same hobbies as you, Qingdu."

Lu Qingdu looked at his master stupidly. Who hasn't heard of the name of Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect? How could he have any relationship with him, a little Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect?

"Old man Hong Qigong is also a foodie, and he is the most greedy person in the world!"

The disciples looked at each other, a little bit unbelieving, yet they felt that their master was right.

Lu Qingdu said embarrassedly: "Master, is being greedy considered a strength?"

Zhao Zhijing smiled and said, "Anything that can be done to the extreme is a strength. Qingdu, you are strong and powerful, although you are slightly inferior to other brothers in other aspects."

"But you are the one who always rushes to do the heavy work, such as chopping wood and carrying water. I know that."

"Since you like delicious food, if you are willing, Master can go to the vegetarian room and find you a job as a kitchen helper."

"As long as you are willing to work hard, you can become a good cook and become the god of food in the world. Isn't that a way to stand out?"

If Huang Rong had not tried every possible means to please Hong Qigong with delicious food, how would this silly boy Guo Jing have learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?
"Master, I am willing!"

The more Lu Qingdu listened, the more confident he became, and he immediately stated that he would show his cooking skills in the future.

Zhao Zhijing nodded and said, "It's the same for all of you. Take advantage of today's seven-day break and go back to think about what you like most and what you want to do most."

"As long as it is something that Master knows or that is available in Chongyang Palace, you can tell Master and I will train you as a subject besides martial arts."

"But let me be frank with you. You must not miss your daily training and sword formation exercises, or you will be punished."

"Yes, Master!"

A group of disciples responded loudly, feeling unprecedented novelty, but at the same time they began to struggle, not knowing what they were suitable for and what they should choose to display their strengths.

After telling his disciples about the plan to classify them into different categories and select each one for special training, Zhao Zhijing let them talk among themselves for a while, and then clapped his hands.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, think about it when you get back. Now start memorizing the lessons well."

When the disciples heard this, they immediately packed their food carefully and started studying.

These preserved fruits and candied fruits may become hard currency for exchange in the future, like cleaning duties.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. The way of man is to reduce the deficiency in order to serve the surplus." Looking at his disciples reciting scriptures with shaking heads, Zhao Zhijing pulled Guan Man'er aside, ready to start chewing on this tough bone.

Several pictures were hung on the wall, each of them was a portrait of Guan Man'er, with various lines running along his body.

"Man'er, can you recognize who is in the painting?"

Guan Man'er couldn't read, but he could still understand the portrait. After thinking for a while, he slowly said, "It's a person."

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Completely irrefutable.

Zhao Zhijing said patiently: "The one in the painting is Man'er. Look at his eyebrows and eyes. They are all painted based on you."

Guan Man'er looked at him without saying anything.

"We will use these portraits to practice from now on."

Zhao Zhijing pointed to the acupuncture point on the portrait and explained word by word: "This place in the painting is where Man'er is standing."

"This part of the portrait is on Man'er's leg."

"This part of the portrait is Man'er's tailbone."

The three places Zhao Zhijing mentioned are the Yongquan point, the knee point and the coccyx point of the human body.

Knowing that Guan Man'er couldn't understand, he didn't mention the names of the acupuncture points. He pointed to one point on the portrait and then touched another point on Guan Man'er's body.

The disciples who were reciting scriptures below would occasionally take a peek, feeling curious, and not knowing what strange things their master was doing.

“Imagine that there is a stream of air in your body, passing through these places one by one. Don’t rush, just feel it slowly.”

Guan Man'er looked at him without saying anything.

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"It doesn't matter if you can't imagine it. Just remember these locations on your body. When the time comes, your body will naturally feel them."

He taught patiently for an hour. The other disciples' morning classes had finished. Zhao Zhijing got some water for Guan Man'er to drink, and then let him sit here and rest.

"I have come up with a set of boxing techniques in the past two days, but it is not complete yet."

"This set of boxing techniques is also developed based on our Quanzhen Sect's boxing techniques, but it has more changes and tricks."

Zhao Zhijing originally planned to pass on the Kongming Fist only to Yang Guo, because he was undoubtedly the youngest disciple with the best talent.

But then I thought, with anything, the problem is not the lack of it but the uneven distribution of it. Who can be sure which cloud will bring rain?
So now I'll just pass on the Kongming Fist to all my disciples, and you just need to pay more attention to look after them.

"Remember, if you can learn it, that's the best. If you can't learn it, don't force it. After all, what I have come up with for now is not completely perfect."

At this time, Yang Guo, having seen Guo Jing's martial arts, thought that the most powerful martial arts in the world were fists and palms. Now when he heard about the new boxing style, he immediately became interested.

"The sky is hazy and the cave is pine, the wind is blowing and the dream is contained, the path is full of poverty and the children are like bowworms."

“This relaxation means that the force of the punch should be weak; this insect means that the body should be soft when punching.”

Zhao Zhijing practiced as he spoke, slowly performing the twenty or so Kongming Fist moves he had acquired last night, one move at a time, so that his disciples could see clearly.

"You can understand as much as you can. With your current level of cultivation, it is normal that you cannot understand some of the tricks of releasing power."

"Master, I have a question to ask."

(End of this chapter)