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

Chapter 89: Sword of Quanzhen
Seeing that his disciples had stopped, Zhao Zhijing knew there was no need to be on guard any longer. He suddenly sped up, having intentionally slowed down, and rushed up like a giant bird soaring into the sky.

The Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill is unique. When the Quanzhen Sect's headmaster Ma Yu traveled to the desert to teach Guo Jing martial arts, he used this Golden Goose Skill to climb to the top of the cliff.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing's internal strength was even stronger than Ma Yu's back then, and he was much younger. Without any restraints, it was as if he had wings on his ribs. Even if the place was as steep as a wall, as long as there was a slight bump there that could give him a little leverage, he could climb up.

The Five Peaks of Mount Huashan are worthy of being known as the Five Great Mountains in the world for their strangeness and danger. When we were still dozens of feet away from the top of the cliff, the temperature dropped suddenly and gray, leaden cumulus clouds surrounded us.

In April, there are still snowflakes floating on the top of Mount Huashan.

Zhao Zhijing took a breath at a place where there was just enough space for one person to stand and not even enough space to turn around. Then, without any pause, he swam up along the large smooth stone surface like a gecko.

When they finally reached the top of the North Peak of Mount Hua, the holy land of martial arts where the five greatest masters of the world once competed in sword fighting, a long roar was suddenly heard, and the mountains echoed and birds flew away in fright.

Yang Guo and other disciples were located at different distances on the mountain at this time, but they could all clearly hear the long roar of their master. Against the backdrop of the long wind in the mountain and the rolling and unrolling clouds in the sky, it was as if the heaven and earth were changing color.

"I'm afraid I will never be able to achieve the same high level of cultivation as Master in this lifetime."

On second thought, if I could only learn 50% or 60% of my master's abilities, I would be able to travel the world. There is no place in the world that I cannot go.

The disciples immediately became more resolute and were more determined to practice martial arts. They only thought that if such a situation happened again in the future, they would follow their master and stay by his side no matter what.

As soon as Zhao Zhijing stopped howling at the top of Mount Hua, he looked around to see if there were any traces left behind. However, it had been forty years since the first Sword Contest on Mount Hua, and more than a dozen years since the second Sword Contest. The mountain wind blew all year round, so even if someone had left anything behind, he would not be able to find it.

Zhao Zhijing knew that he would most likely come here again to compete with the best masters in the world, so he thought of leaving a mark like "I was here". It would be interesting to see other people's reactions when the time comes.

It was a pity that he didn't have his sword with him. Zhao Zhijing's martial arts at that time were still not as good as the "Zhong Shentong" Wang Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen Sect. Even if he was better, he couldn't carve words on the stone with his fingers.

But if I go down and get the weapon, I feel like I will lose the heroic spirit I have now.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find a solution. Suddenly, I touched the copper coins left over from yesterday's spending and thought I might as well give it a try.

He immediately broke a dozen copper coins into pieces of similar-sized copper nuggets with his hands. Then he concentrated his inner strength in his palms and pressed them into the cliff wall bit by bit.

Sword from Quanzhen
After the completion, Zhao Zhijing was very satisfied. Even if the copper block had fallen off when he came again next time, he could still recognize the traces left on the cliff.

I am the peak when I reach the top of the mountain!
Zhao Zhijing laughed a few times, and thinking that he still had to find a place to spend the night in Huashan today, he did not stay any longer. He used the Golden Goose Skill to return along the same path, sliding down with his back pressed against the cliff. When he encountered protruding rocks or places to stand, he used the momentum to slow down his descent.

At this time, going down the mountain was faster than going up, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the last disciple who was following him.

In this way, he picked up the apprentices along the way and brought them back to the place where the carriage could no longer move, and then the master and apprentices reunited again.

"Master! What kind of scenery is there on the top of Mount Hua?"

"Master! When will it take me to master the long howl you made on the clifftop just now?"

"Master! You mentioned before the Five Greatest Swordsmen of the World at Mount Huashan. Are there any martial arts secrets or magical weapons left on the top of the mountain?"

"Master." When they were coming down the mountain just now, the disciples were all holding their breath, but now that they were in a safe place, they could no longer hold back and rushed to ask what was on their mind.

Zhao Zhijing was about to tell them what he had seen and thought, but then he felt that he should leave some room for his disciples' imagination and motivation to work hard, so he pretended to be profound and kept the secret.

“The best way to see the scenery is to go and see it yourself.”

"Master did leave a treasure on the top of the mountain just now. As long as you concentrate on practicing, there will always be a day when you can go up there with your own ability."

"Then you can see what the scenery on the top of the mountain is like and what treasures your master has left behind."

The disciples' eyes lit up as they listened. They all felt that anything that their master called a treasure must not be an ordinary thing, and they couldn't wait to go up and take a look.

"Well, it's getting late, we should find a place to rest."

Zhao Zhijing was thinking that he would have to stay in Huashan for some time. If he had to go back to that town to stay the night every day, it would be really troublesome to go back and forth.

It would be better to see if there are any Taoist temples or caves that can shelter from the wind in the mountains, so that the disciples can adapt to life of relying on themselves for everything sooner.

The group searched in a place sheltered from the wind and saw two abandoned temples on the way. However, they had been in disrepair for many years and were so loud that they might collapse if someone spoke too loudly.

Seeing that it was getting darker, Zhao Zhijing finally found a cave that could accommodate more than a dozen people. After a brief thought, he decided to spend the night there.

He immediately asked several apprentices to take out quilts and warm clothes from the carriage, while the others were assigned to pick up some dry firewood for making a fire, and another group to see if there were any mountain springs or streams nearby to get water. If not, they would go to the shady place where the snow had not completely melted yet, and bring back some water for boiling water.

At this point, you can see how difficult it is to do everything yourself after leaving Chongyang Palace.

Life in Chongyang Palace was certainly not auspicious, but it was stable, with meals to eat every day and a bed to sleep in every night.

However, the disciples did not complain at all, nor did any of them show any regrets. Instead, they were in high spirits and quickly assigned all the tasks to be done.

Except for Zhao Zhijing and Guan Maner, everyone started to move.

Xu Qinghao also brought out the two pots that he had spent several months making. After setting them up, Lu Qingdu started the fire and cooked.

The disciple in charge of driving the carriage removed the reins of the horses and led them into the cave to prevent the animals from being frozen by the biting night wind. Finally, he placed the carriage across the front of the cave to protect them from the cold wind.

Liu Qingxing and Zhang Qingzhi distributed dry food to everyone. They had bought a lot of things in the market town yesterday, so there was no need to be frugal. Everyone sat around the fire and had their first meal since arriving at Huashan.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill and were warm, they covered their younger brothers with quilts, and they all meditated and practiced together, and no one found it hard.

Just like the night of the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, when all the masters and apprentices gathered together and happily ate hotpot.

(End of this chapter)