Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Zhang Yao was surprised when he heard this.

He didn't expect that Zhou An would call him over to ask about the origin of Taiyi Zhuang Gong, and he wanted to take him in as a disciple.

In the past two months, he hasn't expressed any thoughts on this aspect at all?

But he was only a little dazed, and Zhang Yao quickly realized: Judging from the current situation, no matter what the reason is, it would be a good thing if he could become the house owner's disciple.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, stood up and saluted respectfully: "It is a student's honor to be valued by Master."

"Hahaha... good."

Zhou Anfu laughed out loud, showing joy.

Zhang Yannian on the side also took a step forward, and said with a smile, "Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhang, and congratulations to Master for accepting another good disciple."

"Um."

Zhou An nodded with a smile, and said, "Yannian, go down and prepare for your apprentice apprenticeship ceremony."

"Okay, Master."

Zhang Yannian responded, turned and left the main hall.

Zhou An looked at Zhang Yao again, motioned him to sit down, and then asked, "Zhang Yao, do you have any relatives in Lianhua Township? Or did you have a teacher?"

"No."

Zhang Yao shook his head and said, "I was born as an orphan, my parents died early, and I entered Qingping Palace at the age of nine."

"When I was in Qingping Palace, the real Guanlu who was in charge of the Danding Palace intended to accept me as a disciple, but before I had time to formally start, there was an accident..."

Zhou An showed a hint of understanding when he heard the words, and said in a gentle voice: "Your life is bumpy and lonely, it is not easy."

"After today, you can regard Jinding Martial Arts as your own home and move in with us."

Hearing this, Zhang Yao felt a warm current in his heart, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."

"You don't have to be so polite."

Zhou An waved his hands and said with a smile: "After you officially become a teacher, we will be a family."

…………

that morning.

In the inner courtyard of the Jinding Martial Arts Academy, under the witness of dozens of apprentices, an apprenticeship ceremony was held.

Zhang Yaosan knelt down nine times, offered tea cups, and after saluting, he became the true personal disciple of the owner Zhou An.

"Congratulations Senior Brother Zhang, Congratulations Master!"

"Brother Zhang, congratulations!"

Dozens of apprentices stepped forward to congratulate, their eyes full of envy and even jealousy.

Although Zhang Yao was young and started late, once he became a direct disciple, he would naturally be their senior brother.

Zhou An's status was unusual in Changping City, and being his direct disciple would have a far brighter future than theirs.

"Zhang Yao, come here."

After the many apprentices had dispersed, Zhou An called Zhang Yao over with a smile and introduced him to him.

Big Brother Meng Zongwei, Second Senior Brother Xiao Yao, Third Senior Brother Zhang Yannian, and Zhou An's daughter, Zhou Hongxiu.

"Big Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Senior Sister Hongxiu."

Zhang Yao stepped forward to salute one by one, the brothers and sisters already knew about his life experience, and their attitudes were quite friendly.

For Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian, Zhang Yao was actually quite familiar with them within two months, and he had asked for advice several times.

The second senior brother Xiao Yao is the young master of the Xiao family in Changping City. Although he often comes to the martial arts hall, the time is not fixed and he comes and goes in a hurry. Zhang Yao only saw him two or three times.

Zhou An also has a son, but it is said that he is out of town and rarely comes back. Zhang Yao has not seen him yet.

After everyone had lunch together, Zhang Yao went back to pack up his things first, and went to Yaxing to move out of the small rented courtyard and move into the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall.

"Master."

When Zhang Yao came to the main hall again and met Zhou An, the sun was already setting.

"Um."

Zhou An nodded and said, "Zhang Yao, after today, I will teach you personally."

"After you have practiced the "Golden Cauldron Kung Fu" to a small degree earlier, I will teach you some secret methods and the matching Great Vajra Fist."

"Secret method? Great Vajra Fist?"

Zhang Yao's expression moved slightly.

Zhou An smiled slightly and explained: "In any inheritance, there are tricks and formulas that are passed on orally, and the "Jinding Gong" is naturally no exception."

"The so-called true transmission of one sentence, false transmission of thousands of volumes of books, these tricks seem insignificant, but in fact they are the true foundation of a family or a sect, and money cannot buy it."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, and then continued: "As for the Great Vajra Fist, it is a fighting method that is matched with Jinding Kungfu."

"The twenty-four moves of carrying a cauldron are just moves to nourish qi and blood, and the Vajra Fist is the real unique skill for fighting with people."

"I see."

Hearing this, Zhang Yao immediately understood.

Whether it is the secret method of "Golden Cauldron Kungfu" or the Vajra Fist, it is not accessible to apprentices.

He also kowtowed to become a teacher, equivalent to half of Zhou An's son, and was qualified to learn the secrets of Jinding Martial Arts.

…………

at the same time.

Lianhua Township, in Shiligou.

Outside a large house with three entrances and three exits, a young man in a long gown sat on the threshold with a gloomy expression.

He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but there was a slender scar on his forehead, which made him look even more fierce.

The boy with the scar looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, his eyes were cold, and his heart was icy cold.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, you can vaguely see a huge palace complex on the top of the hill, which is the former Qingping Palace and now the Qingping Village.

"Can't wait any longer!"

The boy with the scar got up abruptly, his face sank like water, he turned and hurried into the courtyard.

A moment later, an old man in his fifties with a handsome face sighed and said, "Senior Nephew Qingzhuo, I understand your thoughts, but we can't act rashly because of impatience."

"If the news is leaked by mistake, you, me, and even my whole family will not be able to save their lives..."

The scarred boy was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I understand the worries of the uncle."

"Back then, we were extremely grateful for you taking the risk to take me and senior brother Qinghe in."

"But it's been more than two months, that group of rebels are lawless, and no one cares about the common people!"

"If we wait any longer, even if we wait until the Year of the Monkey, we won't be able to wait for a result..."

The boy with the scar was exactly the Daoist Qing Zhuo who had escaped from the Qingping Palace.

On the night of the incident, seeing that the battle in the atrium was about to be defeated, he escaped from the Qingping Palace under the desperate support of a senior brother from Shangqing Pavilion.

They escaped the siege and interception all the way, took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain to escape, and finally wandered to Shiligou, seeking the asylum of an elder.

This elder is Taoist Guanyuan who returned to vulgarity at the beginning, and he was in charge of real people in his last term.

Taoist Guanyuan and the old palace master are brothers with deep feelings, but he took them in when they were in danger, but his brother was seriously injured and died within two days.

Since then, with deep-seated hatred, he has been looking forward to the county guard's mansion in Changping City, who can send out soldiers to clear up this group of rebellious troops.

But waiting every day, in exchange for disappointment again and again.

Facts have proved that as long as the group of rebellious troops is not too rampant, or does not violate the interests of the Sheriff's Mansion, it is impossible for the Sheriff's Mansion to send troops to encircle and suppress them.

"If you can't wait, you have to wait!"

Taoist Guanyuan looked stern, and scolded: "Senior Nephew Qingzhuo, you have a bright future, carrying the hope of revival of Qingping Palace, you must not take any risks!"

"Once you lose your composure and act rashly, then we're all over!"

Is anyone reading this book? Stand-alone is so uncomfortable o(╥﹏╥)o