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

Chapter 46 Always Asking for Something from You
There are still three days until New Year's Eve, and this year's Quanzhen Sect Chongyang Palace Grand Competition officially begins.

Guangning Zhenren Hao Datong presided over the exercise personally. He sat at the front of the square where the Tiangang Beidou Formation was being practiced. Beside him were his disciples, and behind him were his disciples.

"All the disciples of Quanzhen Sect!"

Hao Datong's injuries have healed. Although he is nearly seventy years old now, he is still energetic due to years of practicing Xuanmen internal skills.

The shout was extremely loud. Although the square was wide and there were many disciples standing in line, even in the corners, it could be heard clearly.

"The head teacher is in seclusion in the back mountain, and Senior Brothers Qiu and Wang are on business outside and cannot return."

"So this year's competition will be hosted by me."

Hao Datong had a straightforward personality. He briefly mentioned the etiquette of martial arts competitions and the polite conversations among fellow disciples, and then began to focus on the current situation in the martial arts world and even the world.

"Half a year ago, there was a fire in Chongyang Palace, and our Quanzhen Sect was almost overthrown."

"Nowadays, there are many masters in the martial arts world, and our Quanzhen Sect's reputation as the world's authentic martial arts is not as loud as before."

All the Quanzhen disciples present were touched by these words, but none of the third and fourth generation disciples dared to gossip about them casually. Now, after hearing Hao Datong's frank words, they all held their breath and listened carefully.

The reason why Hao Datong had such emotion was naturally because half a year ago Huodu and Dalba broke into Chongyang Palace and even set fire to the mountain.

Hao Datong was seriously injured by Huo Du. Although it was because he underestimated the enemy and acted rashly, Huo Du's martial arts were unique and his moves were strange, which led to this situation.

But how old is Huo Du? He looks only about 30 years old. According to seniority, he should be on par with the third generation disciples in the sect.

Looking at the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, none of them has such cultivation, and there are no outstanding talents among the fourth generation of disciples.

Thinking of this, Hao Datong glanced at Zhao Zhijing on his left and felt a little better.

"Fortunately, with the blessing of our great master, there are disciples like Zhijing, Zhibing, and Zhichang in the third generation who are aware of the overall situation and know how to let go of personal gains and losses and pass on my Quanzhen Taoism."

Zhao Zhijing found it interesting and thought that he should thank me.

Hao Datong naturally knew that Yang Guo became the martial arts competition representative among the four generations of disciples under Wang Chuyi, and he strongly agreed with Zhao Zhijing's approach.

Zhao Zhijing was already the most powerful martial artist among the three generations of disciples. If he wanted to make significant improvements, he could only do so through years of diligent training.

Firstly, Quanzhen martial arts itself is not a quick way to master it, and secondly, it is also limited by one's character and aptitude.

Now that Zhao Zhijing can let go of his obsession and turn to training disciples with better talents, one can imagine how much struggle and torment he went through before he finally made this decision.

Not only that, his actions also set a good example for the other three generations of disciples. The diligent atmosphere that can be seen everywhere in Chongyang Palace is the best proof of this.

"Brother Master and I are getting older, and the future of Quanzhen Sect needs to be carried by you, the third and fourth generation disciples."

"I hope you will maintain your integrity, fight against evil and uphold the Way; work hard and pass on the Way!"

After Hao Datong finished his admonition, the disciples standing in the field retreated to both sides, leaving a five-meter square open space for the next competition.

The order is still that the fourth generation disciples compete first, followed by the third generation disciples.

Zhao Zhijing was confident, and it didn't matter whether he got the title of the best martial artist among the three generations of disciples, so he walked leisurely to the sidelines.

All the disciples naturally followed closely behind. Yang Guo looked at his master's relaxed expression and suddenly realized something.

This is a martial arts competition for all the disciples of Chongyang Palace. Master will also go on stage to compete with others in a while! Yang Guo is used to Master's calmness and composure, but he finds that he has been neglecting Master's feelings.

"Master, are you really not nervous at all?"

"Or is it because you want us disciples to feel at ease, that's why you appear so calm?"

Always asking for things from you, but never saying thank you
Perhaps this sentence would be appropriate to describe Yang Guo’s mood at the moment.

"The fourth generation of disciples' martial arts competition begins!"

Sun Buer, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, was a Kun Daoist. His disciples, such as Cheng Yaojia, did not practice in Chongyang Palace, so there were no fourth-generation disciples who went into battle.

Although Tan Chuduan has passed away, his disciples are still very numerous.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others, out of consideration for the brotherhood between them, paid special attention to guiding his disciples, so the disciples of Tan Chuduan's lineage were no less inferior to those of other people.

So at this time, the six people's disciples were challenged in pairs for comparison test.

Yang Guo happened to be competing with Tan Chuduan's disciple. The two men bowed to each other, asked each other for advice, and then each held a sword and fought.

The man who competed with Yang Guo was about twenty years old, tall and thin, a head taller than Yang Guo, which gave him a natural advantage in terms of boxing and kicking.

The Quanzhen Sect's external skills have always been famous for sword techniques and palm techniques. Many of its moves involve swords with palms and palms with swords.

As soon as the competition began, Yang Guo was at a disadvantage under the opponent's sword and palm.

The disciple was also alert, knowing that Yang Guo's sword moves were varied, so he used palm techniques to make up for the shortcomings of his own sword techniques. Whenever the two swords intersected, he would attack the enemy with his palms, putting himself in an undefeated position.

Yang Guo saw that his gate was strictly guarded and it was difficult for him to lure the enemy with a feint, so he suddenly had an idea and swept his sword down, aiming to attack his lower body.

Everyone in the arena watched the two people compete, whispering to each other about how clever this move was, how brilliant that move was. In the end, it seemed that although Yang Guo was temporarily at a disadvantage, he was able to change his moves very quickly, so there might be hope of turning the situation around.

"Qingchi, watch carefully. No matter which of them wins, you should think of a countermeasure when you meet them in the competition later."

Qi Zhicheng gave instructions, but this disciple was not his disciple, but a disciple of Zhen Zhibing who was not on the mountain at the moment. His surname was Hua and his Taoist name was Qingchi.

Hua Qingchi is already a leader among the four generations of disciples. He has been practicing diligently in the past six months and is expected to perform well in the year-end competition.

"Yes, uncle."

While the people off the field were discussing, the situation on the field had changed. Yang Guo knew that he was at a disadvantage in long-range combat, so he used sword moves to close the distance.

When he used the move “Clouds and Waves Connecting the Sky”, forcing the opponent to jump up to dodge, Yang Guo took advantage of his small body to gain the first position, followed by a series of quick sword strikes.

One sword followed another, each one faster than the last, without seeking continuity between the sword moves. He just connected the sword lights into a sword net, forcing the opponent to be unable to counterattack with his palm.

The tall and thin Taoist priest originally had the advantage of his long arms, but now he was suddenly approached and his sword moves gradually became difficult to perform and he was exhausted from dealing with the situation.

In a dazzling chaos, the two sides exchanged twenty or thirty moves. The tall and thin Taoist felt that he was no match for his opponent and wanted to take a risk and win by defeating him at once.

"Go!"

(End of this chapter)