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

Chapter 78 It’s so enjoyable! It’s so enjoyable!
After Qiu Chuji and his companions left, Zhou Botong was imprisoned with Zhao Zhijing as he wished. He first looked at the pictures on the ground, and then looked at Zhao Zhijing's appearance.

Nearly half a year had passed since they last met, and Zhou Botong felt that this young Taoist had undergone some wonderful changes.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing's eyes were bright and lively, and compared with the brilliance of ordinary internal strength masters, there was an imperceptible gentleness in them.

This is a realm that only masters of profound skills can reach after decades of practice.

"Good boy, you really have some skills!"

Zhou Botong became even more convinced that Zhao Zhijing was instructed by a master. He praised Zhao Zhijing with a smile on his face, and the next moment he grabbed Zhao Zhijing's left shoulder, wanting to test his martial arts.

Although this cell is not as cramped as the government prison cells where one cannot even lie down, there is not much space for movement either.

In the past, Zhao Zhijing alone was enough, but now with the addition of Zhou Botong, the room suddenly seemed much more crowded.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhijing had already comprehended most of Zhou Botong's 72-move Kongming Fist through Yelu Qi. Although he could not fully master it, he knew the movements and changes of the fists.

He immediately dodged sideways, and used the move of walking on frost and breaking ice with his right hand, concentrating his strength but not releasing it, while using his left hand to both defend and attack, trying to grab Zhou Botong's wrist.

Since the last time Zhou Botong fought with Ouyang Feng outside the city of Xianyang, he took Yelu Qi all the way back to Mongolia. Apart from occasionally teaching him some martial arts, he never fought with anyone again.

Seeing how cleverly Zhao Zhijing responded, he immediately became more energetic. He no longer used his internal energy to take advantage, but only relied on his boxing techniques to break down the opponent.

Zhao Zhijing also wanted to verify his martial arts skills. No one among his peers in Quanzhen Sect was worthy of being his opponent. He could not ask his master for advice like Zhou Botong could. So he stood firm and fought the enemy with his bare hands.

There were whistling sounds from fists and palms. The old man and the child could not move due to the limited space. Their four hands swung in the air, leaving afterimages. The fight got faster and faster, neither of them giving in.

More than a dozen moves passed in the blink of an eye. The Quanzhen boxing and palm techniques used by Zhao Zhijing emphasized steady and solid attacks, and wide opening and closing, but were no match for Zhou Botong's clever Kongming Fist.

Zhao Zhijing changed his mind and simply used the martial arts that he had prepared for his disciples during the days of confinement. Although it seemed to be disorganized, it was unexpected.

Sword, knife, stick, and short-handled techniques are all integrated into the palms, with such unpredictable changes that it is impossible to grasp the routine.

Zhou Botong found it interesting and wanted to see how many tricks Zhao Zhijing had hidden, so he accompanied him and demolished more than a hundred moves.

In the end, both of them were satisfied. They each used their right palm to strike each other. The internal force in their bodies surged and blew away the paper and straw in the cell, and then they slowly fell down again.

“It’s so enjoyable! So enjoyable!”

Zhou Botong was in a very good mood. He didn't expect that in addition to the set of boxing that he had been thinking about, Zhao Zhijing actually had so many new moves. Although they still needed to be polished, such a variety of creative ideas were really a pleasant surprise.

It seems that after sending Yelu Qi back to Mongolia, the trip was well worth it after traveling thousands of miles to Mount Zhongnan.

Zhao Zhijing was equally happy. Today he finally had the chance to use all of the moves that he had only been able to master through hard thinking. He also had new ideas for the areas that he had previously been stuck in.

"Boy, I have almost comprehended the mantras and moves you told me last time. Let's quickly verify them so that I can teach you the rest of the moves."

Zhou Botong was fond of martial arts by nature. After a fight, he did not stop for a moment and wanted to continue practicing with Zhao Zhijing so that he could learn the boxing skills he had been thinking about day and night at once.

Zhao Zhijing felt amused in his heart that this old naughty boy was really a martial arts fanatic. Without any hesitation, he immediately started to study this immortal Tai Chi with him.

When Zhou Botong comprehended this set of boxing techniques, he felt that it was quite similar to his Kongming Fist, and both contained the Taoist truth that "The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and supplement the deficiency, therefore the void overcomes the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the surplus."

"The weak defeats the strong, and the latecomer arrives first." Zhou Botong performed the moves that Zhao Zhijing had practiced before, and he also filled in the incoherent parts with his own ideas.

"The empty ones must be defended, and the solid ones must be launched."

Zhao Zhijing had mastered a lot of Kongming Fist at this time. He knew that to create this set of boxing skills, it would take a lot of effort and effort, and it would not work if one was not talented enough.

Seeing Zhou Botong practicing Tai Chi again, the essence of using softness to overcome hardness and using stillness to control movement was already somewhat similar to his, and I admired him even more.

"When the time comes, the old naughty boy will use the left and right fighting technique, with one hand holding the Kongming Fist and the other hand holding the Tai Chi Fist. I'm afraid it won't be much worse than Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Kongming Fist combination."

Although Zhao Zhijing had this idea, he was not afraid that Zhou Botong's martial arts would be improved to a higher level, which would give him an additional opponent in the future Huashan Sword Contest. After all, he had a huge advantage in the cultivation of internal strength.

"Uncle Master, I have gained some insights in these days, and the master has taught me some new moves. Why don't we add these moves together and see how to make them perfect?"

Zhou Botong clapped his hands and said, "That's the best. I was worried that the master would think you were stupid and refuse to teach you anymore!"

Then he recalled the time when he was in the cave on Peach Blossom Island, when he first became sworn brothers with Guo Jing and later taught him the Kongming Fist and the Zuoyou Hubo Technique.

Now he was with a junior, who seemed to be about the same age as Guo Jing, and in this cell. He suddenly felt as if the past was repeating itself.

Zhao Zhijing didn't know what he was thinking, he just slowly used other Tai Chi moves. Because he had the foundation of Kong Ming Quan, he now had a deeper understanding when practicing Tai Chi.

"Lift the hands, hug the knees and hook the steps, swing the pipa, and move forward to block the hammer."

Use slowness to defeat speed, use stillness to defeat movement, and the power of the palm goes everywhere, like the mighty mountains and rivers, or as light as the feathers of a bird.

Although Zhao Zhijing learned Tai Chi in his previous life, it was not the era of revival of spiritual energy, so he only used it to strengthen his body and did not delve into its subtle mysteries.

Now that he had the blessing of internal strength, and with the support and confirmation of Zhou Botong and other martial arts moves, he suddenly felt like he had heard the great truth for the first time.

Zhou Botong saw Zhao Zhijing slowly using the remaining moves, which were indeed integrated with what he had learned before. He stood aside, stroking his beard with one hand, and nodded continuously.

The two of them practiced and learned like this until the gatekeeper disciple brought them lunch, then they took a short break.

Zhao Zhijing took a look at the food and found it was obviously much richer than usual. This must be due to the help of his great-grandmaster Uncle Zhou.

"Look at that Master Lingzhi. His internal strength was pretty good back then, but his weak spot was at the back of his neck. Huang Laoxie, Old Duwu and I took turns throwing him into the water like a turtle. That was really fun!"

Zhou Botong was a cheerful person. Because he had a great time with Zhao Zhijing, he told some interesting stories from the past.

The people over there didn't dare to talk back, they could only huddle in the corner and listen quietly.

In this way, in the afternoon, Zhou Botong, who was still not satisfied, practiced with Zhao Zhijing again. Both sides only used Tai Chi moves, slow against slow, hoping to understand this set of boxing techniques a little more.

This practice lasted until sunset, when the sunlight shining into the cell turned golden and the cell door opened again.

"Master, your disciple and Man'er are here to see you!"

(End of this chapter)