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

Chapter 50 Guaranteed to Win

Thanks to Hao Datong's intervention, the storm was quickly settled, and Yang Guo officially became the best martial artist among the fourth generation of Quanzhen Sect disciples this year.

Because Guo Qingfang, a disciple of Hao Datong, did not participate in the competition, a lot of time was saved, and it was still early.

Hao Datong simply asked the third generation of disciples to start the competition, so that all the disciples would not have to worry about their own things and fight endlessly for false reputation.

In addition, Hao Datong had other plans.

Ever since he recovered from his injuries and was able to get out of bed and walk, Hao Datong has heard and seen many times the methods Zhao Zhijing used to train his disciples.

How should I put it? It is very different from the past, but it is somewhat similar to the approach of the head brother, returning to the original intention of practicing Taoism and no longer being only keen on martial arts.

Today, it seems that he has indeed taken a different approach and cultivated an outstanding disciple like Yang Guo. Apart from Uncle Zhou's Kongming Fist, his swordsmanship alone is also the best among his peers.

However, Zhao Zhijing's own martial arts skills were likely to fall behind.

The head teacher once said that Zhijing was a disciple who was sensible and responsible, so Hao Datong was willing to help and take extra care of the three generations of disciples in this competition.

Even if Zhao Zhijing's martial arts stagnated or even regressed, it didn't matter. We couldn't let him feel disappointed.

"Zhi Jing, it depends on how you perform."

Zhao Zhijing has attracted much attention, or rather, has been criticized by thousands of people, because he was the best martial artist among the third generation of disciples in the previous term, and he is also the eldest disciple under Wang Chuyi.

He has a higher seniority among his fellow disciples, so he is ranked later in the order of competition. At this moment, he is sitting among the disciples, discussing an important matter.

"Today is already the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is almost New Year's Eve."

"I have been thinking about this matter for a long time, and now I finally have an idea. I will tell you about it while Guoer is winning."

All the disciples listened solemnly, not knowing what important news their master had that needed to be announced at this critical moment.

"Your fellow apprentice Xu Qinghao spent more than two months, bit by bit, collecting enough copper and iron from the leftover scraps from the renovation of Chongyang Palace to make two pots."

Xu Qinghao is also one of Zhao Zhijing's disciples. He is usually quiet and always stands between his fellow disciples in matters of common importance. He rarely expresses his own opinions.

His only hobby is blacksmithing, because his late father was a blacksmith.

As for the renovation of Chongyang Palace, it was the house and palace that needed to be repaired and rebuilt after Huodu and Dalba burned down Chongyang Palace half a year ago.

"Now the time is just right. On the one hand, I asked Qing Du to slowly prepare the utensils and seasonings in the kitchen, and on the other hand, I asked someone to prepare wild vegetable tofu, mushrooms and radishes."

"It's a good opportunity to enjoy a meal together during the Chinese New Year."

This Bo Xia Gong is actually a hot pot from the Song Dynasty. It gets its name from the process of putting food into the pot and cooking it, which is as beautiful as the clouds.

All the disciples naturally knew what Bo Xia Gong was. To put it simply, it was boiled vegetables. No matter rich or poor, as long as you had a ceramic pot, you could eat it.

I just don’t quite understand what Master meant at this time. Could this be the important matter that he has been considering for a long time?
Lu Qingdu was simple-minded. He just followed whatever his master said without paying attention to the time and place. He proudly said, "Don't think this is just a simple offering. My master asked me to prepare a lot of things. It will definitely open your eyes."

The other disciples looked at each other, not knowing what there was to be proud of.

"Master."

The quick-witted Liu Qingxing and the steady Zhang Qingzhi hesitated and said, "Master, please forgive me for my rudeness. Master will be on the field to compete soon, so I should think about how to respond first."

Although Zhao Zhijing was recognized as the best martial artist among the three generations of disciples, he was not much different from Zhen Zhibing who was not on the mountain at the time. He might be a little better than the other three generations of disciples, but he was not far ahead. Moreover, the others were just watching secretly and guessing in their hearts, unlike the disciples like them who knew everything clearly.

Apart from the usual teachings, the master really doesn’t practice the exercises!

Especially after accepting Guan Man'er as his disciple, most of his free time was spent on this little junior brother. Even if he wanted to practice martial arts, where could he find the time?

Zhao Zhijing knew what his disciples were worried about, but if he hadn't wanted to make the conflict public, he would have intended to give up in the first round.

What's the fun in playing chess with a bad chess player?
"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll win."

Yang Guo, who had won the first place in martial arts among the four generations of disciples as he wished, looked at his master's confident look and felt that his master was so sure that he would probably use the Fist of the North Star.

The disciples only found out today that this set of boxing techniques was created by their great-grandmaster Zhou. The master said at the time that he had figured it out on his own. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if it was intentional.

But no matter what the reason is, the master's actions certainly have his own hidden meaning!
Zhao Zhijing repeated some of the details and reminded his disciples to arrive on time and not to make a fuss.

The competition on the other field has also ended, and it will be Zhao Zhijing's turn soon.

"Senior brother."

Cui Zhifang, a fellow apprentice, came closer and said in a low voice with some concern: "I'm afraid the disciples of other uncles and seniors are targeting you."

"If you are in trouble, I can help you and lead the charge."

Zhao Zhijing had a good impression of this junior fellow apprentice. He was a loyal and capable person. If he was the eldest disciple under Wang Chuyi, he would probably become one of the candidates for the headmaster.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Cui."

I see these youngsters as nothing more than chickens and dogs, being sold to Seoul.

But it was inconvenient to say such outrageous words, so Zhao Zhijing picked up his sword and said with a smile: "Brother, I understand. I just hope they don't disappoint you."

Zhao Zhijing walked slowly to the center of the field, where someone was already waiting on the opposite side.

"Brother Zhao, please give me your guidance."

This man should be a disciple of the head master, Master Ma Yu. It seemed that he could have spared some face if he had not glared at Guo'er just now.

"Brother, you are too polite. Please make your move."

Yang Guo watched his master draw his sword from the sidelines, and he had no idea why such a simple action could be so profound and majestic, as if he had already reached the level of defeating the enemy without fighting.

Zhao Zhijing intended to win using Yang Guo's method, which would also allow him to see the shortcomings in the battle. As the saying goes, a bystander sees more clearly, and with Yang Guo's qualifications, it would definitely be of great help for him to see it.

"Set sail and raise oars", "No need to use oars", "Small oar and light boat".

Although these were the same three initial moves of the Quanzhen sword technique, the ones Zhao Zhijing used were different.

Only half of "raising the sail and rowing the oar" is used, skipping "not using the soft oars", and connecting with "small oar and light boat", and then stabbing with the sword in the air, and moving one step ahead to the position where the opponent is going to return the sword.

Different from Yang Guo's graceful and agile sword skills, and his unconventional and dangerous artistic conception, Zhao Zhijing's sword skills are more freehand, just like the poems that these three sword skills are inspired by.

"At Wuligantou, the wind is about to calm down. The strong wind makes the boat feel light when I lift the oars. The oars are not used, so I stop rowing and the boat is moving."

(End of this chapter)