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

Chapter 77 A VIP guest in the prison cell!
Qiu Chuji and others were discussing matters in the Sanqing Hall when they heard an alarm sounded outside.

The five people rushed to check, and saw that dozens of disciples had surrounded an old man with white hair and beard in the open space outside the hall.

"Master-uncle?"

Li Zhichang, who was leading the disciples to deploy defenses, saw who was coming and exclaimed.

"All disciples, listen up! Put away your swords and retreat!"

When Qiu Chuji and the others saw that it was Uncle Zhou, they were surprised and delighted, and hurried forward to greet him. When the disciples around them saw him, they all whispered to each other.

Many fourth-generation disciples, and even some third-generation disciples who joined later, had only heard that the founder of the religion had a junior brother who was also very famous in the martial arts world, but this was the first time they had seen the real person.

Zhou Botong was a mischievous and naughty person by nature, and he did not like the strict rules of Chongyang Palace, so he wanted to play a trick on his disciples and walked in without telling them who he was, which led to the misunderstanding.

"Uncle Zhou, how are you these days?"

"Uncle Zhou, I greet you!"

"Uncle Zhou"

Qiu Chuji and the others were already quite old, with gray hair and beards not much different from Zhou Botong, but Zhou Botong still waved his hand casually and said, "Forget it! No need to be polite, kids!"

Qiu Chuji didn't know why his uncle suddenly returned to Chongyang Palace, so he asked respectfully, "Uncle Zhou, do you have anything to teach us useless disciples when you come back this time?"

"Or will you stay in Chongyang Palace and lead the disciples to carry forward the Quanzhen Sect's tradition?"

Zhou Botong hated teaching, taking charge, and leading, so he hardly ever returned to Chongyang Palace after the death of his senior brother Chongyang Zhenren.

Now that he heard this, he felt overwhelmed and said immediately, "I'll be annoyed to death by you guys if I stay with you guys every day!"

Just like what happened at the mountain gate just now, Zhou Botong scolded all the Quanzhen disciples present, including the Five Quanzhen Masters, with just one sentence.

But Qiu Chuji and the others all knew the temper of this uncle-master, and they looked at each other and didn't think there was anything wrong, but instead chuckled a few times.

As for the third and fourth generation disciples below, who among them dares to act rashly?
Zhou Botong looked around, but the expected Zhao Zhijing did not show up. He originally thought that after seeing him, they would find a place with few people together to study the previous set of exquisite boxing skills and see if he could get any further instruction from the master in his dream.

"Where's Zhao Zhijing?"

Since he couldn't find anyone, Zhou Botong looked at his fellow nephews and asked.

"Zhao Zhijing"

Qiu Chuji thought that Zhao Zhijing was now imprisoned in the prison cell of Chongyang Palace. He wondered what his uncle-master wanted to do with him, a third-generation disciple.
etc.
Why are all the recent events related to Zhao Zhijing?
"Is this kid not on the mountain?"

When Zhou Botong saw that Qiu Chuji did not answer, he thought that Zhao Zhijing had gone down the mountain again to do business, so wouldn't his trip be in vain?
"All disciples, listen up and go back to do your own things!"

After Qiu Chuji asked all the disciples present to leave, he said, "Zhao Zhijing is in Chongyang Palace right now, but he cannot come to see Uncle Zhou because of some things."

Zhou Botong said disapprovingly: "If he can't come to see me, I will go to see him. Why are you talking so strangely?"

"Could it be that this kid was beaten so badly that he couldn't get out of bed? That's not good."

Qiu Chuji smiled bitterly, thinking that there was no one who beat Zhao Zhijing, but there were a lot of people who were beaten by Zhao Zhijing.

"Uncle Master, please come with me."

Qiu Chuji knew that this uncle-master was not a stable person. If he did not do what he wanted, he might turn hostile and leave the next moment. He immediately took the initiative to lead the way, accompanied by Wang Chuyi and others, and walked straight to the prison cell.

On the way, Wang Chuyi wanted to ask whether his disciple had offended Uncle Zhou in some way, but Zhou Botong did not answer, but urged him to go and meet the person quickly.

"Uncle Zhou, Zhao Zhijing was confined in this cell because he violated the rules of our sect. The environment is really shabby. Please take a look at it."

Zhou Botong was only thinking about meeting Zhao Zhijing and didn't care about anything else. Besides, he had been imprisoned in a cave on Peach Blossom Island by Huang Laoxie for fifteen years. How could he care about such a small matter?

"Nonsense, nonsense! You don't let him see me, and you don't let me see him, what on earth are you trying to do?"

Seeing Uncle Zhou glaring at them, Qiu Chuji and the others had no choice but to ask the disciple guarding the cell to open the cell door, and then they went in together.

This time, Zhao Zhijing did not argue with Peng Lianhu and the others. Instead, he picked up his pen and wrote and drew on the white paper brought by Yang Guo, occasionally pausing for a moment, frowning and thinking.

It is obviously not so easy to create a martial art suitable for his disciple Lu Qingdu by learning from chopping wood and cutting vegetables.

Firstly, he had only been helping in the kitchen for a short time, and secondly, Lu Qingdu’s qualifications were poor. When he came to Zhao Zhijing’s place, he could only learn limited things and could not develop his own style.

On the other side, Zhou Botong was delighted to see Zhao Zhijing being locked up in the cell, thinking that he had not realized that this guy was also a good troublemaker.

Zhou Botong felt that when he was in the cave on Peach Blossom Island, he had realized the 72-move Kongming Fist and the Left-Right Fighting Technique. Now he came to find Zhao Zhijing, but Zhao Zhijing was also locked up.

"Maybe this kid and I really have some fate."

Just as he was about to step forward to speak, he saw Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and others on the other side.

Sha Tongtian, who was not blind, saw that even Zhou Botong had come, and thought that his four deadlines had come. He took a few steps back involuntarily, and the iron chains on his body rattled.

"You rotten fish and shrimps now have a quiet place. Have you sincerely changed your ways as I asked you to do?"

Sha Tongtian and his four companions had once killed a Quanzhen Sect disciple while trying to escape, which was why they were blinded and had one leg broken. When they saw Zhou Botong questioning them, they dared not say a word.

Qiu Chuji briefly explained the matter to Zhou Botong, who was very angry. However, as a child, he did not like killing people, so he just scolded the four people.

"Disciple Zhao Zhijing pays homage to Grandmaster Zhou, all the uncles and uncles, and Master."

After Zhou Botong had scolded enough people, he came to find Zhao Zhijing. He saw all kinds of little people drawn on the papers spread out in his cell, some holding knives, some holding swords, and he found it very interesting.

"You are a man of your word. You didn't make my trip in vain."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Botong was about to go in and talk to Zhao Zhijing. Qiu Chuji and others didn't know whether to stop him or not, as they didn't know what this uncle-master was going to do.

"Open the door, open the door!"

"I am going to be put in solitary confinement with Zhao Zhijing. You guys quickly open the cell door and don't disturb me except for the three meals a day!"

Zhou Botong was anxious to study martial arts with Zhao Zhijing, and without caring about seniority or status, he ordered his disciples to open the door.

Qiu Chuji and others did not dare to disobey Zhou Botong's words, but their uncle-master had not revealed a single word about what he was going to do after returning to the mountain. Now they had to live in a prison cell. What should they do?
The few of them exchanged glances and had no choice but to follow the uncle's instructions. After they returned and figured out a plan, they would ask the uncle to leave.

Zhao Zhijing's mind was elsewhere, because when he saw Zhou Botong and Qiu Chuji standing together, a strange scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

I was afraid that Zhou Botong would suddenly say, "Chuji, let Uncle Shi see your chest muscles!"

(End of this chapter)