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

Chapter 70 Beating the Child on a Rainy Day
In the Sanqing Palace, Yang Guo was speaking out the speech he had painstakingly prepared all night, one by one with utmost sincerity.

Outside the Sanqing Hall, other senior brothers were waiting anxiously, hoping that their junior brother Yang Guo could persuade Grandmaster Qiu to help their master reduce some of the punishment.

Outside the prison cell of Chongyang Palace, the disciples in charge of guarding were discussing in a low voice, wondering how long Zhao Zhijing would be locked up here since he had committed such a serious mistake this time.

Inside the prison cell of Chongyang Palace, Zhao Zhijing was closing his eyes, slowly taking out a small piece of earwax with an expression of enjoyment, and then flicking it into the cell opposite with great ease.

"I miscalculated. I should have brought some paper and pen. Anyway, I have so much free time now. I can draw a portrait for each of my disciples as a gift for the future."

The last time I painted was to teach Guan Maner how to practice the basic internal skills of Quanzhen Sect. His painting skills were already quite good at that time.

Now, more than three months have passed, and Zhao Zhijing feels that with his ability, he can do a job that is very punishable by torture and handcuffs.

For example, to forge a banknote or something.
"You rude and arrogant youngster, do you know how powerful and majestic our grandfathers were in the martial arts world? If you dared to be disrespectful at that time, I would have chopped you in two with a single blow!"

Sha Tongtian and others had already threatened Zhao Zhijing when he was locked up last night, but Zhao Zhijing never answered and they did not curse him.

Early this morning, sunlight shone into the cell. Sha Tongtian, who had not lost his eyesight, saw Zhao Zhijing's face clearly and said a few words to the other three.

"He looks ordinary, and I don't know what abilities he has that would warrant being locked up with us."

When Zhao Zhijing heard Sha Tongtian's words, which were ordinary and hit the mark, he immediately opened his mouth to reply.

"Thank you for the compliment. I think you still have your charm."

Sha Tongtian naturally didn't understand that Zhao Zhijing was genuinely praising him. He thought he was being insulted by Zhao Zhijing for being a woman, so he started cursing again.

Zhao Zhijing stretched lazily and thought to himself, you guys have ended up in this situation and yet you still want to brag.

"Um"

"It's raining and I'm beating the kids. I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll just use you guys to get through the cloudy day."

Zhao Zhijing looked at the people in the cell opposite, and then told them the details of each of them.

"Sha Tongtian, right? Four disciples are no match for the all-golden Seven Freaks of Jiangnan."

"Hou Tonghai, right? Now the Beggars' Sect leader Huang can scare you away with a watermelon, and my uncle Zhou cut off your ears, and finally lost an arm at the hands of Peach Blossom Island leader Huang."

"But the most impressive one has to be this one, the White Stripe in the Waves, who is very smart. He can be played around by several masters in the world one after another. This kind of luck is really admirable."

In fact, except Hou Tonghai, these four were not considered weak in the martial arts world, otherwise they would not have been recruited by Wanyan Honglie.

It was just that Zhao Zhijing wanted to tease these people, so he picked out the biggest scandals in their lives, which immediately made them so angry that they were speechless.

Sha Tongtian had never seen Zhao Zhijing in the martial arts world and originally thought that he was just an ordinary third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

They were senior masters who had frequent exchanges with his master, the Seven Quanzhen Masters and others in the past. Although they are restricted by this now, if they just tell him about their glorious deeds in the past, wouldn't he be scared to pee his pants?
Who knew that he was so sharp-tongued and sarcastic, just like the little devil Huang Rong who made people hate him so much back then, and could make people angry to death with just one word. What was even more strange was that this little bull nose seemed to have seen these old news with his own eyes, and he described them exactly, which made people unable to refute even if they wanted to.

"So are you capable of this? You couldn't do it back then either!"

Zhao Zhijing wanted to intimidate a few people so that they would not keep talking nonsense, so he came to the prison door, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed one of the wooden bars.

With a "crackling" sound, the internal force spread everywhere, and the wood cracked like rot.

Among the four, only Sha Tongtian was not blinded. When he saw it, he was shocked and thought that this little Taoist priest actually had such profound internal skills!

Sha Tongtian was already the most powerful among the five masters under Wanyan Honglie back then. Now looking at Zhao Zhijing, he was several rounds younger than him, but his understated moves were enough to be compared with his peak time back then.

Could it be that during the more than ten years that he was imprisoned in Chongyang Palace, so many new masters have emerged in the martial arts world, and it is really the case that the new generation is replacing the old generation?
Then Zhao Zhijing said, "I advise you to repent and reform yourself here. Perhaps one day the head teacher will see that you have changed your ways and allow you to return home."

"If not, you will just be reduced to a pile of dirt on Mount Zhongnan!"

Sha Tongtian had been imprisoned in the Chongyang Palace cell for so long that his character inevitably became stubborn and obstinate. The more he thought about it, the more hopeless he felt. He collapsed to the ground and refused to say a word no matter how the people around him asked him what had happened.

Seeing his miserable appearance, Zhao Zhijing thought to himself that Sha Tongtian was once a character who could compete with Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and others, so how come he was so fragile?
"Could it be that I broke this toy in one go?"

Seeing that there was no movement over there, Zhao Zhijing thought it was pointless to provoke them any further. He took a look at the section of wooden fence that was shattered by his internal force, and his heart moved.

Among his current disciples, except for the two geniuses, Yang Guo and Guan Man'er, the other two have almost reached the point where there is nothing more to practice in martial arts.

If one wants to further learn the more advanced martial arts of Quanzhen Sect, one must have deeper internal strength as support. However, the internal strength of Quanzhen Sect cannot be acquired overnight and can only be acquired step by step.

"In that case, we have plenty of time now. Why not research some corresponding martial arts for them to practice according to their respective preferences?"

Zhao Zhijing felt that this method was feasible. It was just a way to kill time anyway. Even if there were some shortcomings for the time being, it would be like laying some foundation for the future.

Zhao Zhijing started with Lu Qingdu and carefully applied the experience he had accumulated from chopping wood and cutting vegetables in his daily life to see if he could gain anything.

This went on until noon, when the door of the cell was opened. Zhao Zhijing was still immersed in his own reverie and paid no attention.

"Master."

"Guo'er and Man'er are here to see you."

Guoer and Maner?
When Zhao Zhijing heard Yang Guo's voice, he opened his eyes, turned around and saw that it was indeed his two disciples.

I have just been locked up for a day, and I’m afraid even the term of confinement hasn’t been determined yet. How can I allow my disciples to visit me?
Yang Guo first respectfully thanked the third-generation disciple who was in charge of guarding the cell, then pulled Guan Man'er to the front of the cell and bowed deeply.

"Master, I am incompetent and cannot help you."

(End of this chapter)