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

Chapter 81 My left hand Tai Chi
Following Uncle Master Zhou's instructions, the five Quanzhen disciples cleaned up a spacious room in Chongyang Palace, prepared daily necessities, and then respectfully invited Uncle Master in.

The space in the cell was limited, and when two people slept together, even turning over was a problem. Although Zhou Botong didn't care much about it, he was naturally happy to have a better choice now.

In this way, Zhou Botong was not in a hurry to practice martial arts with Zhao Zhijing.

He traveled thousands of miles from Mongolia to Mount Zhongnan. Although he had profound internal skills, he was after all an eighty-year-old man. He took off his clothes, shoes and socks, covered himself with a quilt and had a comfortable sleep.

Zhao Zhijing saw that Zhou Botong was asleep, so he naturally did not disturb him. Although he was not bored at all during these days of confinement in the cell, his range of activities was really limited.

At this time, he was walking quietly in the room to stretch, while carefully practicing the martial arts he had practiced with Zhou Botong.

Kongming Fist, Tai Chi, Shuangshou Huba, and other martial arts moves that Zhao Zhijing wanted to tailor for his apprentice, all lasted until late at night without him noticing.

"Huh~ha~"

"Huh~ha~"

Zhou Botong was sleeping soundly, his snoring echoing in the room. Zhao Zhijing could not help but smile as he recalled the scenes of him snoring, talking in his sleep, grinding his teeth and farting in the dormitory when he was a student in his previous life.

Then I lay down on the other bed and prepared to have a good sleep.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, the Five Quanzhen disciples came to pay their respects to Uncle Zhou again.

Over there, Qiu Chuji and the other three had not seen Zhou Botong for more than ten years. After the meeting, their uncle insisted on staying in the prison cell. It was not until now that they found a suitable place and hurriedly talked about what had happened in recent years.

Director Wang signaled Zhao Zhijing to come over, saying that he had something to tell him.

"Master, I am sorry to trouble you and the other uncles and senior brothers again."

"Ah."

Wang Chuyi nodded slightly, "Since your Uncle Qiu and the others have agreed, there is nothing to say."

"I came here today to tell you something else."

Zhao Zhijing said respectfully: "Please give me some advice, Master."

"In the past few days, I have been discussing one thing with your uncles and uncles, which is to select a few disciples from Chongyang Palace to go down the mountain to preach."

Zhao Zhijing glanced at his master. Although Yang Guo would talk about what happened in Chongyang Palace every day, this matter was obviously limited to the Five Quanzhen disciples, so they didn't know about it.

"Your uncle Liu suggested that you make amends for your crime and go somewhere else to promote the Quanzhen Sect."

Wang Chuyi paused for a moment, and seeing that his fellow apprentices were still chatting with their uncle, he lowered his voice and said, "It's better than wasting three years in that dark cell."

Among the three generations of disciples in Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing was the strongest in martial arts. Now he is the most outstanding one, leaving all his fellow disciples far behind.

He said he was going down the mountain to preach, but the world is not at peace now, and the disciples he chooses must be able to protect themselves first and then have the strength to stand firm in the world.

Now that Zhao Zhijing has voluntarily given up the position of the third-generation chief disciple, he is the best candidate no matter from which perspective.

"But how to choose depends on your own intention. It just so happens that your great-grandmaster wants you to accompany him. When you have free time these days, you can think about it carefully!"

"Wait until the day when Uncle Master Zhou passes away, and then give me a final answer."

Zhao Zhijing had long thought about taking his disciples away from Chongyang Palace and going down the mountain to start a new business, but he didn't expect that it would be his master Wang Chuyi who proposed it first.

It seems that the Five Quanzhen disciples also know that Chongyang Palace has a special location and there are no outstanding talents among the third and fourth generations of disciples. So they are preparing to make plans early so as to pass on the Quanzhen Sect's Taoist tradition.

"I will follow Master's instructions and give Master a satisfactory answer in due time." When Wang Chu saw that his disciple understood the meaning of his words, he said no more and turned to reminisce with his uncle Zhou Botong.

After another cup of tea, Zhou Botong was getting impatient of being pestered, so Qiu Chuji and others had to leave first and let Zhao Zhijing accompany his uncle-master.

"These nagging guys are finally gone. If they hadn't moved us out of that shabby little cell and into such a big house, I would have turned hostile to them a long time ago."

"Come on, come on! Old naughty boy, I had a new move in my dream last night. Let's fight again!"

Zhao Zhijing knew that he was able to get out of the prison cell thanks to Zhou Botong's reputation. Even his master Wang Chuyi's suggestion of making amends for his crime and going down the mountain to preach was also due to Zhou Botong's contribution.

He immediately gathered his concentration and put all his strength into using the martial arts he had digested and understood last night. The room was spacious at this time and he could also use his footwork. The two figures were seen intertwining and fighting again.

Zhao Zhijing and Zhou Botong played on and off, and occasionally when they had some strange ideas, they would sit down together to discuss and exchange ideas. Sometimes they frowned and thought for a long time, and sometimes they laughed out loud, just like friends who were close regardless of age.

In the afternoon, Yang Guo took Guan Man'er to the prison cell but couldn't find his master, so he had to ask his master.

Wang Chuyi knew about Guan Man'er's matter and told Yang Guo not to mention it to anyone else, and also told him Zhao Zhijing's current location.

"Disciples Yang Guo and Guan Man'er pay homage to our great-grandmaster, Grandmaster."

Seeing his master coming out of the cell, Yang Guo was naturally happy, but it was a pity that his master didn't let him say it, otherwise he would have let his fellow brothers be happy together.

After greeting, seeing that the master was practicing martial arts with his great-grandmaster uncle and had no time to be distracted, Yang Guo and his fellow apprentice stood quietly by the side, secretly cheering for the master in his heart.

"Good job, little Taoist priest, today's Kung Fu is only roughly the outline of yesterday, but you have made progress!"

After Zhao Zhijing gained a deeper understanding of Tai Chi, he was able to understand all the techniques. All martial arts in the world are about yin and yang, hardness and softness, cleverness and clumsiness, movement and stillness. Naturally, he took the moves he had originally studied for his disciples to a higher level.

Zhou Botong was even more excited, and hoped that Zhao Zhijing would have as many new and unique moves as possible so that he could have a good time.

Yang Guo watched the fight from the sidelines, and benefited greatly from his natural talent and understanding. When he saw the exciting parts, he couldn't help but imitate them.

Guan Man'er still had no reaction. The junior brother told him that the master was just playing with others and not fighting, so he just watched quietly.

It was not until the seventh day that Zhou Botong finally had enough fun and no longer actively asked for competition.

He is a person who prefers to be active and dislikes being quiet, so it is quite rare for him to stay in Chongyang Palace for such a long time.

Also, because there is no alcohol or meat in the Quanzhen Sect, even the most carefully prepared vegetarian food would become boring after eating too much. On this day, I looked out the window and saw that there were not many people outside, so I thought about leaving.

"Little Taoist priest, these past few days have been pretty good."

"I had a lot of fun, old boy. I'm going to go down the mountain to find new things to play with. You still need to work harder. When we meet again next time, you must come up with more interesting things."

Zhao Zhijing originally had a set of Tai Chi sword techniques, but they had the same origin as Tai Chi. Seeing that the Old Boy was determined to leave, he did not try to keep him.

"I obey your command, and please take care of yourself, uncle-master. We have a long way to go, and we will meet again."

"Haha, there's a time, there's a time, old naughty boy, go now!"

Zhou Botong only said goodbye to Zhao Zhijing, and did not even see the Five Quanzhen Masters again. He took a small path that few people took and left Chongyang Palace directly.

Seeing Zhou Botong leave, Zhao Zhijing took a deep breath, knowing that it was time for him to go down the mountain.

"I perform Tai Chi with my left hand and stab my body with a sword with my right hand"

(End of this chapter)