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

Chapter 39: Fist of the North Star
"Master, what is the name of this set of boxing?"

Zhao Zhijing paused for a moment, thinking that he had never thought of giving this copied boxing technique a name.

If he called it Kongming Fist, people would inevitably suspect that Zhou Botong had taught him martial arts, which would be difficult to explain.

I might as well say that I also gained insights from the Tao Te Ching. There are so many coincidences in the world, so what if I add one more?

"Fist of the North Star."

Zhao Zhijing blurted out a name and found it funny himself.

However, the disciples thought that this name was very domineering, as it contained both the word "Beidou" (Northern Dipper) of the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation and the word "mighty Shenquan" (divine fist), which could be said to be very loud.

Zhao Zhijing performed the boxing moves again, this time faster, and the transitions between the moves were more coherent.

After the demonstration, he reminded them again: "You can practice this set of boxing techniques by yourself. If you don't want to practice, just continue to practice your original martial arts. I won't blame you."

"But remember, don't mention it to anyone other than your fellow disciples, and don't use it in front of other people, understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

After imparting the Kongming Fist, Zhao Zhijing did not rush to let his disciples practice it immediately, but instead taught them Quanzhen swordsmanship and internal strength as usual.

This can also be considered a postgraduate entrance examination. If you can memorize the moves, you will naturally have the qualifications to continue practicing.

If you can't remember something, there's no need to force it, so as to avoid forgetting the basics and leaving the most important foundation aside.

In this way, the morning time passed quickly and Zhao Zhijing asked his disciples to go and rest.

Today is a rest day once every seven days. If you have errands to do in Chongyang Palace in the afternoon, go and handle them yourself. If you don’t have anything to do, make your own arrangements.

Zhao Zhijing, on his part, continued to practice in the side hall with Guan Man'er.

Yesterday, Li Zhichang and the other two volunteered, which saved Zhao Zhijing a lot of trouble. Things like practicing sword formations and patrolling the mountains and deploying defenses became a lot easier.

I have just enough time to slack off here and guide Guan Maner at the same time.

"Master, I have made up my mind."

A little while before dinner, disciples came to the side hall one after another to ask for a meeting and told them what courses they wanted to choose in the future.

Lu Qingdu has decided to go to the kitchen for further studies and win the title of the world's god of food in the future.

The other disciples were similar, with little deviation from what Zhao Zhijing remembered them liking.

Some wanted to fulfill their parents' wishes, become a scholar and later become an official;
There are those who are determined to drive out the Tartars and want to become an enemy of ten thousand men and learn the art of war;

There are also those who just want to concentrate on martial arts, travel the world and become heroes in the future;
The person who surprised Zhao Zhijing the most was the usually steady Zhang Qingzhi.

"Master, I do like medicine, but in the process of learning medicine, I gradually felt the magic of alchemy."

Zhao Zhijing was not surprised at this point, as ancient medical techniques also included alchemy. In addition to curing diseases and saving lives, it was the elixir of immortality most desired by emperors and hermits.

It fits Zhang Qingzhi's character very well.

"Master, one time when I was watching other fellow disciples making pills, there was a small accident. There was an explosion in the pill furnace, but fortunately no one was hurt."

"When I was cleaning up the scene, I found some cinnabar and magnetite in the damaged furnace. I wondered at the time, could it be that the furnace exploded because of a reaction between these two things?"

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Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing had already guessed that things were going to start to develop in a direction that he had never imagined.

Explosion is art
Zhang Qingzhi was unusually excited, not noticing Zhao Zhijing's expression, and said excitedly: "Since then, I have looked for books in the palace whenever I have the chance, trying to understand the mysteries in them."

Zhao Zhijing didn't know what to say. After all, gunpowder was invented by a Taoist priest who studied medicine.

And he is a god-like figure, the "King of Medicine" Sun Simiao. "Qingzhi, I agree with your choice, but it is a bit dangerous."

"Disciple, don't be afraid!"

The master is afraid.
Zhao Zhijing thought about the chemical reactions he had learned in high school, and wondered how much he could still remember. But it would be bad to feed his apprentices chicken soup in the morning and then have to pick their throats to make them vomit in the afternoon.

"That's fine."

"I will help you find more relevant books in Chongyang Palace, but remember to understand every link first and distinguish each type of gold and stone."

"In addition, you must obtain the teacher's consent and, with safety as the top priority, use the minimum amount of materials to operate."

Zhang Qingzhi nodded immediately and said, "Everything is up to Master's orders!"

Watching Zhang Qingzhi leave the side hall contentedly, Zhao Zhijing sighed silently.

This is the most passionate heart hidden under the coldest appearance!
After I sighed for a while, time gradually got late and the sun was about to set.

In Chongyang Palace, most of the disciples except Guan Man'er have arrived, but Yang Guo has not been seen yet.

I saw before that he liked playing the flute, and I don’t know what his plans are now. I hope he won’t be like Zhang Qingzhi and give me another surprise.

"Man'er, let's go eat."

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Zhao Zhijing didn't wait any longer and took Guan Man'er to the dining room.

Because once the sun sets, it's the signal to stop practicing the sword formation, and then we have to go to the dining room with a large group of fourth-generation disciples to grab food.

Of course, the fourth-generation disciples did not dare to compete with Zhao Zhijing for the place, but Zhao Zhijing was also embarrassed that he was late, and the people in the crowd had to make way for him.

So it’s better to go earlier so that it’s more convenient for everyone.

"Master!"

After receiving the master's affirmation and encouragement in the morning, Lu Qingdu, who had come to the dining room to help in the afternoon, called out.

He seemed to be working very hard. I don't know whether he was fed more chicken soup by Zhao Zhijing or he admired the Beggar of the North Hong Qigong more.

"Qing Du."

"Persistence is the key to success, and the fire room is a place that requires patience."

"Take your time to watch and learn. If you need anything, just tell the master. Don't be afraid of the embarrassment of speaking up."

There must be thousands of Quanzhen disciples in Chongyang Palace. Although the place is large and there is more than one dining room for meals, one can imagine how many people are needed to handle it.

When Lu Qingdu arrived today, he took the initiative to say that he wanted to help here. The third-generation disciple in charge of the dining room was overjoyed and praised him repeatedly.

Although the tasks assigned to him were still fetching water, chopping firewood, washing and picking vegetables, Lu Qingdu had done these the most in the past, so he agreed to do them without hesitation.

After finishing the dinner work, Lu Qingdu, who had done a lot and quickly, was highly praised and flattered.

Even if it is a bit tiring, chopping wood and fetching water is a form of exercise in itself, and the people here speak nicely, so why not do it?

"Master, I understand!"

Seeing that Lu Qingdu's bitter face in the morning had completely disappeared, Zhao Zhijing knew that it would be right to let him come to the kitchen.

It seems that I should talk to the junior brother in charge of the dining room when I have time and ask him to take extra care of Qingdu.

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