Chapter 274: Looking forward to success
Yin Zhiping saw Xin Zhen's expression and understood the reason. He whispered, "You are not a monk, so you can't eat meat. But you can't eat meat in Chongyang Palace. I will let you go down the mountain more often in the future, and you can eat there."

Xin Zhen smiled and nodded, but when he thought about spending an hour going down the mountain to eat meat, he could only sigh in his heart.

There is no sun or moon in the mountains, and the years pass by without a trace of cold or heat. Time passes slowly, and in the blink of an eye it is the twelfth lunar month.

The Quanzhen Sect has its own rules passed down by Wang Chongyang. Three days before New Year's Eve every year, disciples compete in martial arts to examine each person's progress over the past year.

Seeing that their martial arts skills were improving, the disciples practiced diligently day and night.

As the third-generation disciple of Quanzhen Sect, Yin Zhiping also accepted seven or eight disciples. Xin Zhen was the youngest among them, but no one dared to look down on Xin Zhen.

Firstly, when Xin Zhen went up the mountain, he amazed everyone with his skills. Everyone knew that although he was young, his martial arts skills were extraordinary.

Secondly, their master Yin Zhiping seemed to care very much about this little fellow apprentice. Not only did he sleep with him, he also often taught him kung fu in private.

Since everyone knew that the master was concerned about his junior fellow disciple, they naturally did not dare to bully him. However, few people would take the initiative to approach Xin Zhen.

Xin Zhen didn't care. The little Taoist priests were actually just teenagers, and he didn't want to play with children.

But Xin Zhen really likes playing with Yin Zhiping.

"Master, please do it again. You are not the strongest among the three generations of disciples. Zhao Zhijing is much stronger than you. If you don't work harder, the disciples will be embarrassed."

Xin Zhen, who hoped his teacher would become a successful person, said loudly.

Yin Zhiping was panting, holding his knees with both hands, looking at Xin Zhen helplessly.

But he saw Xin Zhen approaching quickly again, and Yin Zhiping had no choice but to draw his sword to meet him.

In the past three months, his disciple has mastered the 49 moves of Quanzhen swordsmanship to great perfection. He doesn't know why this Quanzhen swordsmanship is so subtle and mysterious. Yin Zhiping has never seen such sharp Quanzhen swordsmanship performed by his master and other second-generation disciples.

Sometimes Yin Zhiping even suspected that this was not Quanzhen swordsmanship at all, but another set of swordsmanship. When he asked about it, Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Is this swordsmanship like Zhang Fan raising the oar?"

Yin Zhiping hesitated and said, "Of course, Zhang Fan raised the oar, but..."

Xin Zhen played another trick and asked with a smile: "Is this trick the small boat?"

Yin Zhiping said anxiously: "Of course, but..."

Xin Zhen used another trick.

Yin Zhiping answered quickly: "Of course this is also vast and boundless, but, but, the Quanzhen swordsmanship I learned really doesn't have so many changes!

Compared to what you taught me, my original sword technique seems very crude. The sword technique you taught me looks like Quanzhen sword technique, but it feels like another sword technique. It's really strange."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Is there a possibility that you practiced it wrong?"

Yin Zhiping smiled bitterly and said, "I may have made a mistake, but my master and the others can't make a mistake, and Master Chongyang can't make a mistake either, right?"

Xin Zhen asked back, "Why, have you seen Chongyang Patriarch?"

Yin Zhiping shook his head and said, "That's just not the case."

Xin Zhen smiled and said, "That's it, then Master Qiu and the others must have practiced it wrong."

Yin Zhiping looked at Xin Zhen speechlessly and said, "Is it so difficult for you to admit that it was you who recreated the Quanzhen sword technique?"

Xin Zhen laughed and said, "How embarrassing it is for everyone. After practicing swordsmanship for so many years, it turns out to be so crude, don't you think?" Yin Zhiping pursed his lips and said, "Is there a possibility that you, as a swordsmanship genius, have improved the Quanzhen swordsmanship? Is that better than saying that everyone in the Quanzhen sect has practiced swordsmanship incorrectly?"

Xin Zhen exclaimed, thought for a while and nodded, "Master has indeed taught me something good again."

Yin Zhiping: “…”

Xin Zhen went up and knocked Yin Zhiping to the ground with a few screams, and then said, "Master is so powerful!"

Yin Zhiping lay on the ground and looked up at the blue sky. The sun was shining brightly today.

But Xin Zhen smiled and said, "Okay, Master, get up. The ground is cold. You have already comprehended 99% of the Quanzhen sword technique. The rest is just a matter of mastering it."

Yin Zhiping immediately got up and asked, "How does my current swordsmanship compare to Senior Brother Zhao's?"

Xin Zhen looked at Yin Zhiping in surprise and said, "Did I teach you for so long just to let you compete with Zhao Zhijing?"

Yin Zhiping was ashamed when he heard this: "Guo'er, what you are teaching is how a cultivator can have such thoughts of winning."

Xin Zhen looked at Yin Zhiping in surprise and asked, "Are you a monk or a Taoist priest?"

Yin Zhiping was also surprised and asked: "Why do you ask that?"

Xin Zhen said with both amusement and anger: "What I mean is - I have been teaching you swordsmanship for so long, and you are comparing it with Zhao Zhijing. Do you look down on me?"

Yin Zhiping's eyes lit up: "Can you beat him?"

Xin Zhen sighed and said, "If we only talk about swordsmanship, you should be the second best in Quanzhen."

Yin Zhiping was surprised and asked, "So I am only inferior to my master?"

Xin Zhen: “…”

Xin Zhen said sadly: "Master, have you never considered me a member of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Yin Zhiping slowly widened his eyes: "You mean, my master, your ancestor's swordsmanship is... not as good as mine?"

Before Xin Zhen could say anything, Yin Zhiping laughed dryly: "Impossible, haha, impossible, my master's martial arts are the best among the seven disciples, how can I be better than my master!"

He laughed dryly for a while, and then saw Xin Zhen looking at him quietly. Yin Zhiping couldn't laugh anymore: "Guo'er, are you serious?"

Xin Zhen sighed and said, "If you have nothing to do, go out and see the world more often... Never mind, let's just leave it at that."

Xin Zhen walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving Yin Zhiping standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xin Zhen walked a mile away, then looked around, sneaking like a thief, and went to a dense forest. He ran for a while, jumped down a slope of 70 to 80 meters, and passed through a dense forest. After walking for several dozen meters, the view in front of him suddenly opened up, and he saw a stone tablet on the ground with four big characters written on it: "No entry for outsiders."

Xin Zhen smiled. It was not easy to find a place to eat meat. This was his secret base. Xin Zhen did not enter the range of the stone tablet, but quickly went to one side, because if he stayed any longer, the Jade Peaks in the ancient tomb would swarm in.

Xin Zhen ran eastward for a few dozen feet and entered a valley. As soon as he entered the valley, he smelled a strong smell of chicken and duck feces. However, Xin Zhen did not dislike it at all. He looked at the dozens of fat chickens and ducks that were surrounded and smiled with satisfaction.

He dug around in the grass, pulled out a large jar, scooped out corn, rice and other grains, and scattered them into the pen. Chickens and ducks swarmed over to eat. Xin Zhen observed for a while and said with a smile, "It's you!"

(End of this chapter)