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

Chapter 54 I want to eat hot pot today

After all matters were arranged, the disciples immediately went about their business.

Zhao Zhijing took Guan Man'er and walked towards the gate of Chongyang Palace as usual.

"Man'er, please stop looking after your sister today and go with Master to eat hotpot with your brothers, okay?"

Guan Man'er didn't know what hotpot was, and he wasn't going to ask. When she was alone with him, she was always more casual, so it didn't matter what he said.

The master and the disciple walked slowly in the biting mountain wind, but Zhao Zhijing's internal strength was already quite profound, keeping him warm in winter and cool in summer, as if he had his own air conditioner, so it didn't have much impact.

Guan Man'er had already learned the Quanzhen School's basic internal skills at this time, which allowed him to circulate internal energy in his body on his own.

And because their minds are pure and almost free of distractions, they can rapidly improve their inner strength, much faster than people whose minds are filled with various thoughts that are difficult to clarify.

In addition, he has strong fire power, so it is difficult for the cold to invade his whole body, and he does not have to worry about being harmed by the cold winter wind.

Guan Man'er listened to his master's question but did not answer. After arriving at the mountain gate, he stood on a stone platform not far away with a wider view, still staring in the direction of Xianyang City.

Over a period of three months, the disciples guarding the mountain gate and patrolling the mountain were replaced one after another, and most of them had become accustomed to this scene.

It's just that today, Zhao Zhijing's school produced two "martial arts champions" at the same time. Unexpectedly, they still came to the mountain gate for this meeting as usual.

The disciples passing by the mountain gate became more respectful to Zhao Zhijing.

Judging from his performance today, even if Zhen Zhibing still becomes the next leader of Quanzhen Sect in the future, Zhao Zhijing will definitely be an elder with great power.

The master and his disciple stood at the mountain gate for about half an incense stick of time. After Liu Qingxing, Zhang Qingzhi, Yang Guo and other disciples finished what their master had asked them to do, they arrived at the mountain gate one after another.

"Master, everything is ready."

"Master, clean the ingredients and quietly take them to the side hall."

"Master, I have passed on the message as you instructed. I believe no one will disturb me today."

Zhao Zhijing looked at his disciples. It was still some time before dark, so it would not hurt to wait a little longer.

"Okay, you go first."

"Master, let's go back with our brother."

Guan Man'er, who had been silent the whole time, jumped down from the stone platform, walked to Zhao Zhijing's side, and said again: "Man'er has already seen my sister today, you can come back tomorrow."

"Ah"

Zhao Zhijing felt somewhat touched, but at the same time he had a vague feeling that Guan Man'er had seen Yang Guo, which was why he had temporarily changed his mind.

Is the attraction between people of the same age so strong?
Or is it that Yang Guo's original halo as the protagonist is shining again?
Forget it, I’m in a good mood today and won’t bother about it for now.

"Okay, let's go back together."

The group of fellow disciples were very excited and followed their master according to their seniority, heading towards the side hall where they usually practiced.

When they arrived at the side hall, Lu Qingdu and other disciples had already prepared everything, with pots, bowls, spoons, plates and chopsticks spread all over the floor.

There are wild vegetables and mushrooms, tofu and radishes, vegetarian cakes and steamed buns, as well as a lot of other things that are easy to find at this time of year.

The two pots that Xu Qinghao had spent a lot of time and energy to make were now set up. He poured half a pot of water into them and added some fragrant herbs, waiting for them to boil over the fire.

Zhao Zhijing looked around with satisfaction, thinking that it was a wise decision to let Qingdu help in the kitchen.

Otherwise, in this situation, it is very unlikely to be able to gather so many things in a short time without relying on accumulation. I just hope that the time will come soon, so that I can take my disciples to find a place far away from the emperor, and I don’t have to hide for every little thing like now.

Well.
It may not be a trivial matter to light a fire and set up a pot in the side hall where Quanzhen Kung Fu is taught, and to gather people for a meal.

Everyone gathered together, discussing the moves that Master and fellow apprentice Yang Guo had used to defeat their opponents today, while waiting for the water in the pot to boil.

Although there were more monks than porridge, and more food than pots, this was the first time for the disciples to experience the feeling of New Year reunion in Chongyang Palace.

As he was talking, Lu Qingdu was quietly wiping away tears again. Zhao Zhijing glanced at him and couldn't understand why this disciple, who was the most muscular among them, was so fragile.

"Senior brother."

Yang Guo and several fellow apprentices gathered around him and tried to persuade him softly. Lu Qingdu also felt embarrassed and quickly wiped away his tears, with a silly smile on his face.

When the water in the two pots boiled, Zhao Zhijing took the lead and put several ingredients into the pots. He also mixed salt, sauce, vinegar, sugar and other seasonings together and distributed them to his apprentices.

It wasn't long before the aroma wafted from the pot. All the disciples looked at Zhao Zhijing. As long as their master didn't start eating, they couldn't eat first.

"Look after yourself. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!"

Zhao Zhijing tried to liven up the atmosphere, so he quickly reached into the pot with his chopsticks, put it in a bowl, dipped it in some sauce, and put it all into his mouth.

Although it’s a bit shabby, it’s still three or four levels better than the daily meals of Quanzhen Sect.

When the disciples saw that their master had eaten first, they immediately started to pick up food with a smile, but they still followed the order of seniority among their fellow apprentices.

A dozen boys were guarding two pots and were able to eat in an orderly manner.

Zhao Zhijing felt somewhat touched and helpless.

No matter how hard the life is, we must not let our children suffer; no matter how poor the life is, we must not go without food and

Zhao Zhijing has tried his best to prepare a lot of things for the reunion dinner at the end of the year, but now it seems that it is not enough.

But the disciples did not feel that there was anything missing, and each of them laughed from the bottom of their hearts.

In this way, when the sun went down, the hot pot meal was successfully completed. All the brothers and sisters ate politely, and in the end, the simple-minded Guan Man'er ate the most.

"Master, the disciples will clean up the side hall. You and Junior Brother Guan can go back to the Taoist room to rest first."

Zhao Zhijing nodded, thinking that even though he had a good day, he would keep working hard in the new year and strive to achieve hot pot freedom as early as possible.

"Today is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month. For the next three days, there will be rituals of fasting and praying in Chongyang Palace."

"After you have packed up, you can go to bed early."

"Yes, Master."

After Zhao Zhijing gave his instructions to his disciples, he took Guan Man'er and left the side hall. Because of the year-end competition, their daily lessons and training were all suspended.

At this time, Chongyang Palace was rarely seen in a peaceful and quiet scene. It was really like "the evening clouds have all disappeared, leaving the cold and clear sky, and the Milky Way is silently turning like a jade plate."

Thanks to his disciples' hard work, Zhao Zhijing can now recite a few lines of poetry to suit the occasion.

"Come on, Man'er, we won't practice today. Let's go back and have a good sleep."

"Someone broke into the mountain!"

(End of this chapter)