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

Chapter 61 Others Plant Trees, You Pick Peaches

"Disciple Yang Guo, I pay my respects to Grandmaster Qiu and Grandmaster Hao."

Although Yang Guo had his own opinions, he had studied hard over the past six months and read a lot of scriptures from the three religions, so he knew how to behave in front of his teachers.

He is very different from the time he went up the mountain half a year ago. Even though he is still young, he always remembers not to embarrass his master in front of outsiders.

At this time, in the back hall, besides Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong, there were also Zhen Zhibing and Zhang Zhiguang.

Zhao Zhijing knew that Qiu Chuji was going to test Yang Guo today, and he had given him a few instructions on the way here.

As for Ouyang Feng's matter, Zhao Zhijing was afraid that Yang Guo could not hide his feelings, so he did not mention it yet. This could also be used to prove that he did not take it seriously at all.

"Guo'er, get up."

Qiu Chuji is Hao Datong's senior brother. He has the highest seniority among everyone in the room and everyone has to listen to him.

"Thank you, Uncle Master."

Yang Guo stood up properly, only to see that Qiu Chuji's face was calm with a hint of severity, while Hao Datong had a slight smile on his face, and it was obvious that he liked him.

As a result, he disliked Qiu Chuji even more, thinking that if he responded to that sentence incorrectly, he might be scolded again immediately.

And although the master never mentioned it, senior brothers such as Liu Qingxing have privately said many times that the master wanted to compete with Uncle Zhen Zhibing from Uncle Qiu's lineage for the position of the third-generation chief disciple. Who knows if he will deliberately target him for this matter.

Qiu Chuji glanced at Yang Guo from above. At this time, he had heard from his junior fellow apprentice Hao Datong that Zhao Zhijing and his disciple Yang Guo had respectively won first place in the third and fourth generation disciple competition at the end of the year in Chongyang Palace.

Moreover, Yang Guo was taught the Kongming Fist by Uncle Zhou by Guo Jing, which in a sense means he has inherited his legacy, which is really gratifying.

When Qiu Chuji first heard it, he was a little bit unbelievable. After Li Zhichang, Wang Zhitan and other disciples explained the details one by one, he nodded heavily and believed it.

Seeing Yang Guo now well-behaved and polite, he was completely different from the naughty boy when he first came up the mountain, Yang Guo couldn't help but praise him secretly.

"It seems that I made the right choice when I handed Guo'er over to Zhijing."

Although he thought so in his heart, the stern look on Qiu Chuji's face did not diminish in the slightest, because seeing Yang Guo's current success, he believed that it was definitely related to the harsh lesson he had taught him in the past.

"What skills have you learned in the past six months in the mountains?"

After Yang Guo became Zhao Zhijing's disciple, he learned a lot. He was smart, and Zhao Zhijing could teach him anything.

Therefore, apart from martial arts, he was also outstanding in other subjects among the three generations of disciples.

When he saw his great-grandmaster asking about it, he immediately picked out the few things he was most confident about and told them.

"In reply to my great-grandmaster, in addition to martial arts, my master also taught me the classics of the three religions, poetry and songs."

Qiu Chuji himself was also fond of poetry. The poetry on the stone tablet at the foot of Chongyang Palace was written by him.

In addition, the poem "No Worldly Thoughts: The Pear Blossoms in Lingxu Palace" at the beginning of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber was also written by Qiu Chuji to praise Xiaolongnu.

"He is just like the Immortal Gushe, with a natural and elegant appearance and a noble spirit."

Listening to Yang Guo's answer, Qiu Chuji asked a few questions casually. Yang Guo answered them one by one, and they were all accurate. Qiu Chuji naturally felt more relieved.

"Brother Qiu, Guo'er is a very smart kid. In just half a year, he has been able to stand out among the four generations of disciples. He is truly a rare talent in martial arts."

Hao Datong likes Yang Guo and thinks he is the person who can revive the Quanzhen Sect in the future.

At this time, he deliberately praised him in front of his senior brother, "I didn't expect that he also has outstanding achievements in literary talent. He is really a great talent who is good at both literature and martial arts."

Qiu Chuji rarely saw his junior fellow apprentice Hao Datong praising a younger disciple like this, and he knew that his willingness to praise him was already a sign of recognition.

“Junior brother, please don’t praise him too much. Although Guo’er has made some achievements, he still needs to be strictly disciplined and cannot slack off in the slightest.” The Seven Quanzhen disciples have a deep bond as fellow disciples and are inseparable. Although Yang Guo is a disciple of Zhao Zhijing and belongs to the lineage of Wang Chuyi, in Qiu Chuji’s view, he is no different from his own direct disciples.

What's more, it was Guo Jing who made the decision to send the child to the mountain and let him become Zhao Zhijing's disciple.

But when these words reached Yang Guo's ears, they took on a different meaning.

"I was able to learn so many skills because of my master's good teaching. What does it have to do with you, an old Taoist who can only lecture people?"

Yang Guo lowered his head slightly, pretending to listen to the lesson, but in fact he didn’t want anyone to see his expression, “How did you say that sentence?”

"That's right, it's others who have worked hard to plant the trees, and you come and steal the peaches when they bear fruit."

Qiu Chuji naturally had no idea what Yang Guo was thinking. Since the written test was over, he wanted to see how his martial arts skills were.

Because they were in the back hall, it would be disrespectful to use weapons in front of the founder of the sect, so Yang Guo only briefly demonstrated the Quanzhen Sect's palm techniques and the Kongming Fist.

Qiu Chuji had already learned that Yang Guo was the best among the four generations of disciples, so he had no doubts about his martial arts training.

Seeing that the palm technique was practiced skillfully and the Kongming Fist had even approached some of the proficiency of Great-Master Zhou, he could not help but stroke his beard slowly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Guo'er, stop."

When Yang Guo heard his great-master's instructions, he stopped punching and kicking, clasped his fists in salute, and then stood in place properly.

Qiu Chuji originally wanted to say a few words of agreement to show encouragement, but suddenly he remembered Ouyang Feng's words last night.

"I am not Yang Guo. I am looking for my son Yang Guo. Has any of you seen my son Yang Guo?"

Regardless of whether this is true or not, since Yang Guo is the posthumous son of his disciple Yang Kang, and was sent to Chongyang Palace by Guo Jing himself to become an apprentice and learn martial arts, and now he is being taught so well, he can't throw the baby out with the bathwater because of this unfounded thing.

However, Yang Guo's possession of the Toad Skill was ultimately a hidden danger. The Quanzhen Sect's martial arts progressed slowly in the early stages, and Yang Guo was able to overwhelm four generations of disciples in a short period of time, probably because of the Toad Skill.

Thinking of this, Qiu Chuji remembered that Yang Kang had also worshipped Ouyang Feng as his master, and his face darkened.

"Although you have made some progress, you must not be complacent and think that you can do whatever you want among your peers!"

Qiu Chuji often taught his disciples in this way, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with saying it now.

"You still have to work hard and listen to your teachers' instructions in everything. Don't be lazy at all. Do you understand?"

Zhao Zhijing frowned slightly and thought to himself that Qiu Chuji was getting more and more excited as he spoke. Don't you have any idea about the kind of disciples you have taught?
He was also afraid that Yang Guo would feel too wronged, after all, there were even bigger storms waiting behind, so he apologized, came to Yang Guo's side, and slightly shielded him with his right shoulder.

"Master Qiu's teachings are very true."

"My disciples and apprentices will carefully follow the instructions, guard against arrogance and impatience, and practice diligently."

Qiu Chuji knew that Yang Guo had made such rapid progress because Zhao Zhijing must have made a lot of efforts, so for his sake, he didn't say anything more.

"Guo'er, please go out first. I have something to discuss with your master and others."

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