Chapter 169: Four Generations of Disciples

On this day, Yang Guo has been accompanying Li Mochou until Shen Shi returned to Zhongnan Mountain, although the two have feelings for each other, but they have not done anything out of the ordinary, the most is that Yang Guo said, Li Mochou listened, there are a lot of interesting things in the past year, including teasing Dawu Xiaowu told her one by one, and also took out the little handsome who was sleeping in his arms for her to see, but the woman had a few people who liked insects, and immediately disgusted Yang Guo to take it away.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and Xiao Shuai also crawled out of Yang Guo's collar, he usually slept during the day, and only crawled out to play near night, but fortunately, he could understand Yang Guo's words, and he didn't run around, which was quite worry-free.

"Chirp~"

"What's wrong?" Yang Guo asked suspiciously, this was also the first time that the little guy spoke out in a few days, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with it.

Xiao Shuai screamed a few more times, and then jumped off Yang Guo's body and jumped towards a stone, just as Yang Guo chased after him, only to hear it make a few hisses, the sound was as loud as a calf, and it spread directly a few miles away, fortunately, this is the mountainside, otherwise it would have to attract a lot of Quanzhen disciples who patrolled at night.

"You are a soul! A little whisper attracts people to eat with your good fruit. ”

Just when Yang Guo was puzzled, there was a "chirping" sound around him, and then the sound was getting closer and closer, although it was night, he still clearly saw many small black dots jumping towards this side, they were actually some small crickets, which were smaller than the current little handsome, and the screams were needless to say.

At a glance, there were hundreds of crickets surrounding him, Yang Guo was worried that this small family would be beaten, so he hurriedly protected him by his side, only to see the crickets screaming densely, and even his character of not being afraid of heaven and earth looked a little stunned. Xiao Shuai screamed a few times as if he was giving orders, and all the crickets that had been scattered in all directions ran towards it.

"Chirp~Chirp~"

After several screams in a row, hundreds of crickets scattered as if they had received orders, and disappeared into the jungle in the blink of an eye, and Yang Guo was stunned for a moment.

"Little brother, can you still order other bugs?"

"Chirp~"

Yang Guo has been with it for a long time, although he can't hear what it says, but he can still guess the general meaning, and he saw his two tentacles swinging constantly, very proud.

"Good guy, your skills may be of great use in the future! Follow my brother well, and the benefits will be great in the future!"

After praising it a few times, he sneaked into the Quanzhen Sect according to the same way, of course, with his current skills, it was inevitable that he would be discovered by some patrolling disciples, and he just made up a reason to mix it up, and the disciples saw that he was young, and they didn't pursue it after a few words of advice at most.

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For ten days in a row, Zhao Zhijing taught Yang Guo a few words of mental formulas on time every day, and then he didn't care about him anymore, and he was happy and comfortable.

Today, Qiu Chuji said that he was going to test Yang Guo's homework in the past few days, and Zhao Zhijing asked him to recite the mental formula that he had memorized for ten days to Qiu Chuji, and Yang Guo memorized it very smoothly from beginning to end, which made Qiu Chuji laugh and praised Yang Guo for being smart, and praised Zhao Zhijing a few words by the way, which made him happy.

In the cold winter, Yang Guo has been in this Chongyang Palace for almost nine months, and it has been more than half a year since Li Mochou left.

"I don't know where Xiaoju has gone!"

In the past half a year, Zhao Zhijing really only taught Yang Guo the mantra of the heart, but never taught him a move and a half, but it did not affect him at all, every day after Zhao Zhijing taught the mantra, Yang Guo secretly went to the backyard to see other disciples practice, occasionally did not understand the place to ask a few words, the mantra and the move pair, but also a pair of eight or nine.

Today, Zhao Zhijing did not teach Yang Guo's oral method, but only said to him: "Yang Guo, every three days before Chinese New Year's Eve, the disciples under the sect will compare martial arts and inspect how the disciples have entered the country in the past year, you must prepare well, don't lose your face as a teacher, you know?"

Yang Guo glanced at him coldly, thinking: Your good life can be regarded as the end!

"You haven't taught me martial arts, what do you want me to prepare?"

"Bold! How can you talk to the teacher?" Hearing that Yang Guo didn't use honorifics when he talked to himself, Zhao Zhijing was furious in his heart, and he raised his hand to hit him, but suddenly stopped in the air again, and his heart sank slightly: This kid is a little abnormal today, is it deliberately leading me to make a move, so that he will not play tomorrow because of his illness?

In fact, Yang Guo didn't have any ideas, he just didn't want to be with him anymore, and Zhao Zhijing didn't dare to do anything, if he was really bold, he would be able to unlock the acupoints and restore his power in an instant, and when the time came, he could go straight out of Chongyang Palace with a finger to death, who could help him, but it was just a little difficult for his master and Guo Jing to explain at that time!

"Hmph, boy, I don't care about you today, just arrive early tomorrow!"

After speaking, he ignored Yang Guo and left on his own. In fact, Zhao Zhijing did not have any deep hatred with Yang Guo, at first he just wanted to avenge the broken formation by Guo Jing alone! Slightly punished Yang Guo, but as time went by, the more he looked at Yang Guo, the more unpleasant he became, although Yang Guo was usually respectful to him, but he always felt that he harbored evil intentions, and gradually he really didn't dare to teach him martial arts easily.

Time flickered, day and night, the sky was bright, the cold wind was howling, and all the disciples couldn't help but swing under the martial arts platform, but the three generations of disciples and some of the four generations of disciples who had achieved internal cultivation did not have much impact.

"Today, Dabi will be presided over by me and Senior Brother Zhen and Senior Brother Cui, I hope you will perform well, the day after tomorrow the head and all the teachers and uncles will be there in person, and the outstanding disciples will be commended by the head of the house, now I announce, Dabi begins!"

Zhao Zhijing has the highest martial arts among the three generations of disciples, and he has performed well recently, Qiu Chuji made an exception to teach him the opportunity to host the big competition this year, which is why yesterday he had the heart to let Yang Guo prepare well, if it is hosted by others this year, it is estimated that Yang Guo's entry time is too short, and it is not easy to say that he will not let him play.

The seven sons of Quanzhen are the senior brother Ma Yu in turn, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and Sun Buer, except for Tan Chuduan who was killed by Ouyang Feng more than ten years ago, the remaining six are all alive, and the disciples and grandchildren are divided into "Zhi Qingjing", Zhao Zhijing and others are the Zhizi generation, including Sun Buer's apprentice Chen Yaojia also belongs to the third generation of disciples, Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu, etc. are all four generations of disciples.

Lu Qingdu is Zhao Zhijing's disciple, he is his loyal dog's leg, he has wanted to bully Yang Guo a lot over the past few months, but Yang Guo doesn't bird him, and he doesn't dare to do too much, so he can only secretly write it down, in fact, this time let Yang Guo make a fool of himself is his idea for Zhao Zhijing.