Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 4 The Real Dao Ye

Faced with the unarmed Qiu Chuji, the pyrotechnicians not only planned to beat him up, but also picked up wooden spoons for making rice porridge, or wooden and bamboo sticks used in construction, ready to teach Qiu Chuji a profound lesson. As for whether they would not be able to stop themselves and beat Qiu Chuji to death?
Hadn't they already been killed once?
The current Quanzhen Sect is called a Taoist temple, but it is actually a military camp.

Fights and even accidental deaths have occurred.

If you want to be a soldier, you must be brave and fierce.

Qiu Chuji was not stupid either. He turned around and merged into the crowd. Although he possessed magical skills, he had only practiced for one morning and had no idea how much of their effects he could bring.

Even with the profoundness of the Vajra Indestructible Art, if he could withstand a wave of blows from the sticks, perhaps he could improve his cultivation a little bit... but there was no need for that.

There are many ways to improve your cultivation, and there is no reason for him to choose the dumbest one.

A Taoist priest who was a pyrotechnician and had a slightly burly build rushed towards Qiu Chuji with a grim smile on his face. Qiu Chuji ducked and dodged... but not completely, as the other party grabbed the back of Qiu Chuji's collar and was about to strangle him by the neck.

Qiu Chuji turned around and threw a punch using the "Turning Back and Double Tricks" move from Taizu Changquan, hitting the Taoist in the abdomen and hitting his Qimen acupoint. The man, who was originally a sturdy man with good strength, immediately fell to the ground with a forehead full of cold sweat and curled up.

Another person swung a stick at the side and Qiu Chuji dodged sideways, then turned around and used the "Kui Xing Kick" move, hitting the person in the crotch, but he heard a sound of chickens flying and eggs breaking.

Qiu Chuji did not stop and entered the crowd again, dodging the two Taoists who were surrounding him. He challenged them, "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just talking. Are you going to use this to fight the Golden Man?"

"Go home early and cry in your mother's arms! Don't embarrass yourself here, and don't waste the Grand Master's food and fodder."

Many porters around burst into shrill laughter.

Faced with the ferocious Taoist pyrotechnicians, these porters not only did not give way, but deliberately created obstacles so that Qiu Chuji could face fewer Taoist pyrotechnicians at a time.

"Get out of my way!" The leading pyrotechnician was so angry that his eyebrows almost stood up.

Although these Taoist fire workers basically wanted to eat food and get bombs but not fight or go to the battlefield, they still blushed and had ferocious expressions when they were despised and ridiculed by Qiu Chuji.

After all, people these days are still thin-skinned.

Sometimes a few sarcastic remarks are enough to lead to a life-and-death feud.

Qiu Chuji was not yet an adult, so naturally he was not tall, but he was nimble on his feet and was very proficient in the Taizu Changquan. He had a group of porters as cover, and although he was outnumbered, he did not suffer any loss. Instead, he was successful repeatedly, making those pyrotechnic Taoists scream in fear.

"Chuji! We are here to help you!" Two shouts rang out at the same time, and then Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan lowered their heads at the same time and rushed towards a Taoist priest who was a pyrotechnician.

Their joining did not actually make Qiu Chuji's condition better. On the contrary, in order to take care of them, Qiu Chuji was repeatedly hit by the pyrotechnicians' sticks, causing pain in his back and chest.

Despite this, Qiu Chuji was very happy.

These two young Taoist priests, knowing they could not win, still dared to step forward to help. They are good brothers!
From now on, if Qiu Chuji does something, they will definitely take the blame.

Not far away, on a wooden building with a completed frame, two sturdy Taoist priests with messy beards and hair were looking out at the chaotic playground.

"Good boy! You are agile and smart, you deserve to be under my command!" One of the Taoists spoke first.

Looking at Qiu Chuji, who was making good use of the terrain to deal with a group of pyrotechnicians, and at the same time constantly directing Wang Chuyi and Liu Chuxuan, arranging their positions for sneak attacks, another Taoist shook his head and said, "He's a good candidate, it's a pity to give him to a reckless person like you!"

"The Grandmaster is planning to recruit disciples. He is good... maybe he can be recommended to the Grandmaster."

After hearing this, the Taoist who spoke first fell silent. After a moment, he said angrily: "What does he mean? Is he really planning to establish a school of Taoism in Mount Zhongnan and become a Taoist master or a wandering knight?"

"Many of the Jin nobles believe in Taoism. The Grand Master may want to disrupt their government by bewitching the Jin nobles."

"Humph! You're just following the wrong path. In my opinion, you'd better fight on the battlefield. Even if you die on the battlefield, you'll just be following Master Yue. What's the pity?"

"Haven't we lost enough lives? What's the point? The Jin people are only getting more rampant, and the court doesn't care whether we live or die. Since the right way doesn't work, we can think of a way... It's always right."

"Ha! You guys always have something to say!"

The topic that has been discussed many times has come to an end again.

However, they still reported Qiu Chuji's uniqueness, and the news reached Wang Chongyang's ears.

This immediately aroused Wang Chongyang's interest.

At this time, Wang Chongyang was no longer the best martial arts master in the world, but just the leader of the anti-Jin army in the guise of a "Taoist priest".

Anyone who knows a little about Taoism knows that when it comes to rebellion and uprising, Taoists are professionals.

To put it another way, the Taoist priests who rebelled are the ones who truly inherited the Taoist tradition.

Although the uprising has suffered repeated setbacks, Wang Chongyang has not been completely discouraged and is still in a wavering stage.

Wang Chongyang had not yet made up his mind whether to continue fighting against the Jin army until his death, or to retire completely and become a Taoist priest.

If Wang Chongyang of the later period had come across a talent like Qiu Chuji, he would probably have thought: "This guy is too violent and always stirs up trouble. If I accept him as my disciple, I'm afraid he is not a good person. It would be better to send him down the mountain early and let him go."

At this time, Wang Chongyang was thinking: "Such a young man is naturally intelligent. If he studies martial arts diligently and is taught the art of war, he may become a good general on the battlefield."

A difference in thought will lead to different choices.

On the playground, Qiu Chuji held two sticks in each hand and performed a set of random wind-splitting stick techniques. Although there was no rules, it was powerful enough and fast enough to beat back several approaching pyrotechnicians.

Liu Chuxuan was supporting Wang Chuyi behind him. Both of them were injured. One of Wang Chuyi's legs was broken, so he could only drag himself back.

The porters who had originally been helping Qiu Chuji now withdrew from the central area due to being "accidentally injured" several times. They just shouted and called for the Taoist priest who was really in charge to end this farce.

"Ha! Run! Why don't you keep running?"

"Little brat, I will pull out your tongue today to let you know the consequences of provoking me."

The leading Taoist priest, who was a pyrotechnician, squeezed his hips and shouted in a shrill voice.

There was no choice. Among the 32 forms of Taizu Changquan, Qiu Chuji had practiced the 'Kui Xing Kick' to perfection, and his egg-blasting kick was simply elusive. This was one of the reasons why the pyrotechnicians, despite having the advantage in numbers, weapons, and strength, had yet to defeat Qiu Chuji and the other two.

After all, who wouldn’t be afraid of this mysterious kick?
The pyrotechnicians were just about to reap the fruits of victory when they suddenly heard someone in the crowd shouting, "The Grand Master is here!"

(End of this chapter)