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

Chapter 45 What's the matter?
Yang Guo won three battles in a row, using palm, sword and knife techniques to defeat three people easily and efficiently.

As a result, among the four generations of disciples in Wang Chuyi's lineage, those who were of similar age all believed that they were no match for him.

Those who were older than him felt that it would be embarrassing if they won but it would be even more shameful if they lost, so no one wanted to go on stage to compete.

Although Zhao Zhijing knew that a tree stands out from the crowd, his disciples had worked just as hard and diligently as anyone else over the past six months.

Especially Yang Guo, who made up his mind to be a good master in the future, followed Zhao Zhijing every day.

He wanted to be as knowledgeable as his master and be able to handle everything with ease.

When the master was teaching his fellow disciples, Yang Guo was watching from the side, thinking carefully about how he would respond if it were his turn.

Therefore, he had contact with all kinds of common weapons. Occasionally, when he encountered something he couldn't understand, Zhao Zhijing would give him some pointers, and with his extraordinary aptitude, he would be able to understand it thoroughly very quickly.

This is also the reason why the senior brothers all agreed to push him out as the representative of the sect.

Zhao Zhijing had been teaching his apprentice for half a year and had begun to feel like both a father and a mother. It was natural that he was pleased to see his child succeeding.

"Let's be a parent who doesn't spoil the fun."

Of course, the reason why he had this confidence was because Zhao Zhijing was confident in his own abilities at this time.

In just half a year, the improvement in internal strength is enough to equal the hard training of more than ten years.

This Quanzhen Sect's authentic Xuanmen internal strength has almost no other disadvantages except that the progress of practice is slow.

However, Zhao Zhijing was able to ignore this biggest shackle. At this time, he had a strong and profound internal force of the authentic Xuanmen. Although he could not be compared with masters like the Five Greatest Masters of the World and King Jinlun for the time being, he could be said to be far ahead of others among the three generations of disciples.

Sorry, you can't even see my taillights.

Other things do not require daily accumulation of effort like internal strength, and can go a step further.

Just like guiding Yang Guo, he comprehended the true meaning of Quanzhen swordsmanship through the artistic conception of poetry and thus moved towards a state of doing whatever he wanted. After the tenfold return, Zhao Zhijing directly upgraded the Quanzhen swordsmanship and evolved it into the Three Purities in One Qi.

There are many similar examples, but the other disciples’ comprehension cannot catch up with Yang Guo, so their progress is not so exaggerated. But in general, there are also many achievements and great harvests.

As for Yelu Qi, who was under trusteeship, the 72-move Kongming Fist had now been completed to 57 moves.

Zhao Zhijing calculated that Sun Buer, who had the lowest martial arts skills among the Seven Quanzhen Masters, was no longer his opponent.

Hao Datong is only slightly better than Sun Buer, but Liu Chuxuan is one level higher than these two.

The top three are Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi.

Because I have no actual combat, it is not easy to determine my own realm, but generally speaking, there should be no suspense in my ability to rank third and look forward to second place.

To be honest, if you have many disciples, you can do whatever you want.

Seeing that no one wanted to go on stage to compete, Cui Zhifang and his fellow disciples came up to Zhao Zhijing and bowed to congratulate him.

"Senior Brother Zhao has a good way of teaching. I admire him!"

"Brother Zhao is a great teacher and has excellent students. I admire you!"

Amid the praises from fellow disciples, the competition among the four generations of disciples came to an end.

From Wang Chuyi's lineage, Yang Guo, a disciple of Zhao Zhijing, was represented to participate in the competition held three days before New Year's Eve.

When the other disciple representatives knew that Yang Guo was the candidate to fight, quite a few of them were treading on thin ice, not sure if they could make it to the other side.

Anyone can win, but Yang Guo can't.

In this way, during the ten days or so before the end of the year, disciples could be seen practicing diligently day and night everywhere in Chongyang Palace, almost diluting the atmosphere of the New Year.

Senior brothers like Lu Qingdu and Liu Qingxing spent the whole day hanging around the junior brother Yang Guo, not only taking over trivial tasks like sweeping the floor, but even serving him meals and water.

He was determined to win first place among the four generations of disciples in this competition.

Zhao Zhijing found Yang Guo interesting. He was a complicated kid with low self-esteem, conceited self-esteem, and a bit extreme.

When others look down on him or bully him, he always thinks of revenge; but when others praise him and place their hopes on him, he will be embarrassed and subconsciously avoid them. "What are you guys doing surrounding my junior brother all day long?"

"There are still a few days left until the Chinese New Year, why are you all starting to slack off?"

"Everyone, go practice. If you've finished your homework, take apart and wash the quilts. If you've finished washing the quilts, go to the backyard and chop wood. In short, do your own thing!"

Zhao Zhijing, with a stern face, helped Yang Guo out of the predicament, but the disciples knew that their master wanted to teach them the trick in private, so they walked away with their heads bowed, and did not forget to secretly give Yang Guo a look of encouragement.

"Master."

Yang Guo scratched his head embarrassedly. From childhood to adulthood, he had never been treated like a star like this. He felt happy and a little ashamed.

"Brother, here it is."

Before Zhao Zhijing could speak, Guan Man'er beside him spoke first.

It has been more than three months since entering Chongyang Palace, and Zhao Zhijing still keeps Guan Man'er by his side.

Since Guan Maner changed the way he addressed Zhao Zhijing from "Master Zhao" to "Master", he has recently learned another word.

Senior brother.

He is of similar age to Yang Guo. Yang Guo, who has been taken care of by his fellow senior brothers, also cares for this younger junior brother sincerely. Perhaps people of the same age can always get along better with each other.

At this time, Guan Man'er was holding a handful of dried dates in her hand and stretched it in front of Yang Guo.

Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly when he saw this, and thought to himself, what a kid, your master takes care of you every day, but you take the initiative to please your junior brother.

"Brother has eaten, so let me eat now."

Yang Guo pushed the dried dates back and his mood calmed down a little.

"Master, I am a little nervous. I am worried that I might fail in the upcoming competition and fail to live up to the expectations of Master and my fellow brothers."

Zhao Zhijing said nothing, calm and composed. He took two dried dates from Guan Man'er's hand and put them into his mouth.

After chewing the dried dates and swallowing them, he finally asked, "What's the matter?"

"?"

Yang Guo looked at his master, not understanding what this meant.

"After the New Year, you will be only fifteen years old, and you have only been in Chongyang Palace to be my disciple for about half a year."

"Now, many of the senior brothers who entered the sect earlier than you are willing to nominate you to compete with them. You even used three different kinds of kung fu to defeat three people in a row in the competition."

"Is this still stressful?"

Yang Guo felt a little embarrassed by what he said. He had been focused on winning before and had not considered other things carefully.

Now that my master had said this, I suddenly felt that I was indeed a little greedy.

"It's just a competition. If you are going to compete with your fellow disciples, you will make mistakes, but won't they?"

"Just remember, if you lose, just admit defeat openly. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand casually, "The victory or defeat at present is nothing but trivial matters."

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