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

Chapter 9 This Class
"Compared with my Quanzhen Daoism, what does my personal honor and disgrace mean?"

Ma Yu looked as if he had not made a mistake, and said with relief: "I think among the three generations of disciples in the entire sect, Zhi Jing is the only one who knows how to put the overall situation first."

I didn't, it wasn't me, don't talk nonsense.

Zhao Zhijing really didn't expect that his slacking off and influencing others would be mistaken for having a sincere heart and considering the overall situation.

"In the past, you were in charge of the Big Dipper Formation. Now that your master and fellow disciples are not on the mountain, you must share more of the worries for your master and practice diligently."

Of course Zhao Zhijing was unwilling, but he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he had to agree.

Being entrusted with such an important task without knowing why, Zhao Zhijing finally experienced the pain of working overtime without getting paid.

During the day, he has to teach disciples and practice formations on behalf of fellow disciples who are not on the mountain.

They also had to patrol the mountain at night to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the empty Chongyang Palace and breaking into it.

Zhao Zhijing felt that all the work he missed in his previous life was returned in this life.

Moreover, the apprentice is not your own, and there is no reward or return for teaching him. It is like after doing the work, the performance is still counted as someone else's.

The only good thing is that Zhao Zhijing, who originally only wanted to slack off, now has to set an example every day.

The sword techniques are used over and over again, the boxing techniques are taught over and over again, and the formations are practiced over and over again.

Originally I wanted to rely on slacking off to become the best in the world, but now I have to do it myself and practice in advance to make up for my lack of practical experience.

In this way, Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and went to bed early every day while looking forward to the quick return of Wang Chuyi, Qiu Chuji and others.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

When Zhao Zhijing patrolled the mountain every day, he stared at the direction of the mountain gate, hoping that Qiu Chuji and the others would come back. He almost turned into a husband-waiting stone.

Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu and other disciples, who had been training hard for three months, were eagerly looking forward to the day of rest every seven days.

Because they suffered together every day, and Zhao Zhijing treated every disciple equally, people like Lu Qingdu who originally did not get along well with Yang Guo had long since eliminated the rift between them.

"Hey, Junior Brother Yang, you have a sharp mind and quick hands. Today, Master has punished me to copy the "Tai Shang Ganying Pian" ten times. You must help me."

“Hey, Senior Brother Lu, everyone in the sect knows that I, Yang Guo, am honest and trustworthy. For every copy I do, I will have to do one day of cleaning duty in exchange.”

Lu Qingdu smacked his lips and started to complain, "Brother, you almost burned me to death the first day you came up the mountain. I didn't cause you any trouble afterwards, did I? Why are you fussing over such a small matter now?"

Yang Guo curled his lips, not buying it at all, "Brother, I have copied for you for free seventy-eighty times. If you continue like this, the other brothers will not accept it."

Seeing that crying poor was useless, Lu Qingdu stretched out four fat fingers and said flatteringly: "Good junior brother, you also know that I am stupid. If I spend more time cleaning, my homework will only fall further behind."

"Why not change the duty four times, just as a favor to my senior brother."

"Eight times."

"Six times."

"Seven times."

"make a deal."

After Yang Guo sincerely accepted Zhao Zhijing as his master, he slowly began to open his heart and build good relationships with other fellow disciples.

Three months is enough time for a group of young people to become good friends.

He was young, cute, and lovable, and he was smart and clever, so he quickly blended in with the others. Zhao Zhijing had gone through three months of devilish training, and his own strength had also increased a lot.

In terms of internal strength, three months is equivalent to thirty years of practice in the past. Even if the disciples' internal strength is still shallow and the improvement is limited, there is still a gain of ten years of internal strength.

In terms of external skills, Quanzhen Sect's swordsmanship and boxing techniques have become more and more sophisticated, and there is a feeling that they have reached a bottleneck. Perhaps they will soon be able to reach a higher level based on their original foundation.

As for scriptures, they have already memorized the classics of the three religions, such as "Tao Te Ching", "Classic of Purity and Tranquility" and "Tai Shang Ganying Pian". Although it is difficult for the disciples to realize profound martial arts through this method with their current level of cultivation, they can still have a chance to realize the 72-move Kongming Fist with their accumulated experience, even if they cannot realize the "Nine Yin Scriptures" in a short period of time.

In terms of miscellaneous studies, alchemy, talisman drawing, medicine, divination, astrology, divination and interpretation of hexagrams, and even music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as long as it was available in Quanzhen Sect, all that could be arranged was included.

Back then, I had to study more than a dozen subjects at the same time, and each study took me three years. In comparison, what is the hardship you are enduring now?
Could anything be harder than math and English?

It was another day of practicing formations. In the open space in front of the Sanqing Hall of Chongyang Palace, Zhao Zhijing stood in front and took the main position of the formation.

The ninety-eight Taoists in the field all held swords, and were divided into groups of seven, forming fourteen Tiangang Beidou formations. Every seven Tiangang Beidou formations formed a large Beidou formation.

The two groups of Big Dipper formations, one positive and one strange, complement and restrain each other and support each other. The sword light in the formation flashes dazzlingly and the momentum is extraordinary.

As Zhao Zhijing took the lead in drawing his sword, the ninety-eight Taoists immediately dispersed, jockeying for positions in the front and back, imagining that their opponent was Guo Jing, who had broken through the formation alone that day.

The Big Dipper Formation, which evolved from the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation, can be said to be the Quanzhen Sect's magic weapon.

After the death of Master Chongyang, the Seven True Men relied on the Tiangang Big Dipper Formation to deal with the other four great masters of the world. The formation in which Guo Jing participated was even able to defeat the "East Evil" Huang Yaoshi.

However, under the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, most of the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect, except for a few such as Zhao Zhijing, had mediocre martial arts skills, and it was difficult for them to bring out the full power of the formation.

Therefore, after years of research, they deduced this large formation of a hundred people. The formation has infinite changes, greater power, and is more suitable for protecting the young disciples in the formation.

This formation affects the entire body if one move is made. Zhao Zhijing took the lead in making a move and leading the formation. The ninety-eight long swords shone like water, and the figures of the sword holders were like the tide. The offensive was one wave after another, as if there was no end.

"Stand at the North Star position!"

Zhao Zhijing, who commanded the entire Beidou Formation, naturally knew where the weakness lay. The weakness was not in the formation, but in the people who made up the formation.

Although he could draw his sword quickly, the disciples who saw his sword moves later had different speeds and levels of skill, so it was difficult for them to be as skilled as one and invincible.

Some disciples who had just started practicing formations could not even firmly occupy the most fundamental position of the North Star, and once the main position was disrupted, the formation would immediately be deformed.

Zhao Zhijing sped up his sword moves, and indeed, bigger loopholes appeared in the formation. Some disciples wanted to keep up with the sword moves, and some disciples wanted to stand their ground.

As the sword moves became faster and faster, the entire formation was shaken from side to side. The disciples with little skill could only perform the sword techniques one after another based on their memory, and they had no energy left to maintain the formation.

"stop!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly shouted loudly, and his sword moves, which were as smooth as mercury pouring out on the ground, came to an abrupt halt halfway.

"Crash!"

The disciple used all his strength and could no longer retract his sword, so his sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had to teach batch after batch of disciples. When would it end?
Moreover, the current Quanzhen Sect, just as Ma Yu said, is facing internal and external troubles.

If I don't train these young disciples well, if Chongyang Palace is really captured one day, I won't even have a place to stay.

"I really don't want to go to this class for a single day!"

(End of this chapter)