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

Chapter 40: It all depends on the support of peers
By the next day, except for Yang Guo, all the disciples had determined their main attack direction in the future.

Zhao Zhijing didn't rush him. Yang Guo was a quick-witted and complicated kid, and he was still young, so it was normal for him to be unstable.

In this way, the original teaching format changed again. In addition to fixed cultural courses and martial arts training, every disciple can learn what he is interested in.

Zhao Zhijing did his best to create an environment for his disciples and provide them with help in all aspects. If there were things available in Chongyang Palace, he would help them. If there were things that were not available in Chongyang Palace, he would ask his fellow disciples to buy them for them when they went down the mountain to do work.

Three days later, after seeing that his fellow brothers had begun to devote themselves to their respective interests, Yang Guo finally made up his mind.

"Master, I have made up my mind."

Zhao Zhijing was in his own Taoist room at this time, and wanted to put up an extra bed so that he could take care of Guan Maner at all times.

Seeing Yang coming, he immediately waved and asked him to come in and talk slowly.

When he was not busy these few days, Zhao Zhijing drew some more pictures of the Quanzhen Dao Song and posted them in the study so that Guan Man'er could look at them from time to time and gradually understand them.

"Master, I want to be like you in the future, and become a teacher who can teach and answer questions."

Zhao Zhijing was surprised when he heard this, although the contrast was not as great as that of Zhang Qingzhi, it was still beyond his expectations.

"Guo'er, you can continue to cultivate in Chongyang, or in a few years, Hero Guo will take you down the mountain and start your own business."

"It's not difficult to accept a disciple. According to your qualifications, you can make great achievements in both civil and military affairs."

"By then, someone will naturally take the initiative to become your apprentice, and you just need to teach him well."

Yang Guo lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling that he had not expressed clearly what he was thinking.

"Master, I want to be a master like you, knowing everything and being able to do everything, and having a heart that can embrace everything in the world."

"That's it"

Zhao Zhijing roughly understood Yang Guo's thoughts. It seemed that after these three months of getting along, Yang Guo's personality had changed a lot.

Not only did he accept me wholeheartedly, but now I even look at him with a bit of blind worship.

After another three months of extensive training, now anything the disciples know can be learned tenfold by Zhao Zhijing, so they appear to be extremely knowledgeable and can easily grasp anything.

In addition, the fact that he recently accepted the mentally retarded Guan Man'er as his disciple and helped Lu Qingdu regain his confidence may have also touched Yang Guo.

Apart from these, what can I say?
I still have to thank my peers for their support.

Guo Jing's martial arts skills are naturally very high, but he is slow-witted and not very good at speaking, which makes him very lacking in terms of his wide range of knowledge.

Huang Rong has a family heritage and her martial arts skills are first-rate. Like her father Huang Yaoshi, she is an all-rounder. Unfortunately, she is too smart and dishonest to others.

As for the other three generations of disciples who became masters in Chongyang Palace, none of them is worthy of comparison.

"This makes it a little difficult for Master. I'm afraid I can't give you a definite answer for the time being."

"But you can observe more on weekdays. As long as you want to learn, Master can teach you."

"But as for your mind and character, as you said, you need to be tolerant of everything in the world. This requires you to slowly comprehend it yourself."

Yang Guo nodded heavily. He also knew that according to his age, it would take at least ten to twenty years for him to become someone's master. There was no point in being anxious.

But since the master said so, he believed it.

In this way, all the disciples began to get on the right track.

Those who read read, those who paint paint, those who make elixirs make elixirs, and those who forge iron make iron. Zhao Zhijing has an overall view of the overall situation, and his martial arts skills are developing rapidly, and his progress is better day by day.

In other aspects, there is rapid progress. Not everyone is a martial arts genius, but if you find the right path, everyone can become a genius.

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing's lineage had come up with new tricks, the head sect leader Ma Yu was honest and humble, and Guangning Zhenren Hao Datong was still recovering from his injuries. Besides, Zhao Zhijing was only training disciples, which did not violate the sect's rules and did not delay his studies and daily affairs, so neither of them asked about it.

However, the other disciples in Chongyang Palace felt that they were increasingly unable to understand Zhao Zhijing and his disciples.

People who originally thought that Zhao Zhijing wanted to win the top spot among the third and fourth generation disciples in the year-end competition are now confused.

"Didn't our Quanzhen Sect's year-end competition test music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?"

"I'm not surprised by the assessments. Didn't you see that some of Master Zhao's disciples became blacksmiths and cooks?"

"Could it be that Master Zhao knows that he is no match for our master, so he just gives up and doesn't want to be the third generation's first disciple anymore?"

Zhen Zhibing's apprentice waved his hands and said, "Absolutely not!"

"How significant is the significance of being the third generation's first disciple?"

"In the Quanzhen Sect, that means the next headmaster, in charge of tens of thousands of Quanzhen disciples in the world. It can be said that one call will attract thousands of responses."

The disciple next to him asked, "So, do you think that a blacksmith's anvil and a cooking spoon can surpass our Quanzhen swordsmanship?"

"Although I can't explain it, there must be some calculation in this. Unfortunately, Master and Master Qiu haven't returned yet, so Uncle Li and the others can only maintain a mediocre situation."

Such private speculation is just the tip of the iceberg. Many eyes in Chongyang Palace are staring at Zhao Zhijing's lineage, wanting to see what he is up to.

"Ah!"

"Someone is talking about me behind my back again."

Zhao Zhijing has been living a more comfortable life recently.

After Li Zhichang and others shared the daily affairs, Zhao Zhijing went to do some ideological work on his junior brother Cui Zhifang, hoping that he would be aware of his responsibilities and be willing to take on the responsibility.

This way you will have more time.

Every day, after watching his apprentices complete their homework, he might go fishing, play chess, paint, play the piano or even do some ironwork, depending on his mood, and guide his apprentices at the same time.

Under Zhao Zhijing's arrangement, Lu Qingdu has also started to learn how to cook, and it turns out he has some talent for it.

In this way, Zhao Zhijing would occasionally sneak into the kitchen and cook a few dishes, which could be considered as a special meal for himself and his apprentices.

As time went on, not only Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu and their gang, but even all the disciples in Chongyang Palace were all shocked to varying degrees.

He really can!
It is said that Huang Yaoshi, the owner of Peach Blossom Island, knows everything, dislikes etiquette and is eccentric and evil in his behavior.

But among these disciples of Chongyang Palace, has anyone ever seen Huang Yaoshi?
So it seems unlikely that he would be like Zhao Zhijing, who, in addition to astronomy, geography, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, also dabbled in blacksmithing, cooking, gunpowder making, and bricklaying, right?
The main point is that as long as the apprentice can do it, the master must be better than the apprentice.

This also led to the fact that no matter which of the Seven Quanzhen disciples in Chongyang Palace they were disciples of, no matter how close or distant their relationship with Zhao Zhijing was in the past, they all had to secretly express their admiration for him to some extent.

Of course, there are also quite a few people waiting to see the joke.

The year-end competition at Chongyang Palace is just over two months away. I wonder if Zhao Zhijing will still be as carefree as he is now.

(End of this chapter)