Zhang Yao was surprised when he heard this.
He did not expect that Zhou An called him over to ask about the origin of Taiyi Zhuang Gong, and actually wanted to accept him as a disciple.
In the past two months, he didn't express any thoughts in this regard?
But he was only slightly stunned for a moment, 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 master's disciple.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, stood up and saluted respectfully: "It is a disciple's honor to be valued by Master."
"Hahaha... ok."
Zhou Fushu laughed, showing joy.
Zhang Yannian on the side also took a step forward, smiled and said: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhang, and congratulations to Master for accepting another good disciple."
"Um."
Zhou An nodded with a smile and said, "Yannian, you go down first to prepare for your junior brother's apprenticeship ceremony."
"Okay, Master."
Zhang Yannian responded, turned around and left the main hall.
Zhou An looked at Zhang Yao again, motioned him to sit down, and then asked: "Zhang Yao, do you still have any relatives in Lianhua Township? Or have you had any mentors?"
"No."
Zhang Yao shook his head and said, "I was born as an orphan. My parents died young and I entered the Qingping Palace at the age of nine."
"When I was in the Qingping Palace, Master Guanlu, who was in charge of the Danding Palace, was interested in accepting me as his disciple, but before I could officially join him, something unexpected happened..."
When Zhou An heard this, he showed a hint of understanding and said warmly: "It's not easy for you to have a rough life and be alone."
"After today, you can treat Jinding Martial Arts Hall 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."
"No need to be so polite."
Zhou An waved his hand and said with a smile: "After you officially become a disciple, we will become a family."
…………
That morning.
In the inner courtyard of Jinding Martial Arts Hall, under the witness of dozens of apprentices, an apprenticeship ceremony was held.
Zhang Yaosan knelt down and kowtowed nine times, offered a cup of tea, and after completing the salute, he became the true disciple of the master Zhou An.
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhang, congratulations to Master!"
"Senior Brother Zhang, congratulations!"
Dozens of apprentices came forward to congratulate him, their eyes filled with envy and even jealousy.
Although Zhang Yao is young and started late, once he becomes a direct disciple, he will naturally become their senior brother.
Zhou An's status is extraordinary in Changping City. Being his personal disciple means his future is far brighter than theirs.
"Zhang Yao, come here."
After many apprentices dispersed, Zhou An called Zhang Yao with a smile and introduced him.
Senior brother Meng Zongwei, second senior brother Xiao Yao, third senior brother Zhang Yannian, and Zhou An's daughter, Zhou Hongxiu.
"First senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother, and senior sister Hongxiu."
Zhang Yao stepped forward and saluted one by one. Several senior brothers and sisters already knew his life experience and their attitudes were quite friendly.
Zhang Yao has actually become familiar with Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian within two months and has consulted them several times.
Second senior brother Xiao Yao is the young master of the Xiao family, a wealthy family in Changping City. Although he often comes to the martial arts gym, the time is irregular and he comes and goes in a hurry. Zhang Yao has only seen 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 his things, went to Yahang to move out of the small rented courtyard, and moved into the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall.
"Master."
When Zhang Yao came to the main hall again and paid homage to Zhou An, the sun was already setting in the west.
"Um."
Zhou An nodded and said, "Zhang Yao, after today, I will teach you personally."
"After you have mastered the "Golden Cauldron Kung Fu" to a small degree earlier, I will teach you some secret techniques and the matching Diamond Fist."
"The secret method? The Great Vajra Fist?"
Zhang Yao's expression moved slightly.
Zhou An smiled slightly and explained: "Any inheritance has secret tips and tricks that are passed down orally, and "Jin Ding Gong" is naturally no exception."
"The so-called true teachings are one sentence, and fake teachings are thousands of books. These tips may seem inconspicuous, but they are actually the true foundation of a family or a sect, and they cannot be bought with money."
As he spoke, he paused and continued: "As for the Great Vajra Fist, it is a fighting method that is matched with the Jinding Kung Fu."
"The twenty-four movements of Carrying the Cauldron are just moves for cultivating Qi and blood. The Great Vajra Fist is the real secret technique for fighting with people."
"I see."
When Zhang Yao heard this, he suddenly understood.
Neither the secret method of "Jin Ding Gong" nor the Great Vajra Fist is accessible to apprentices.
Only after he kowtowed and became a disciple, he was equivalent to half of Zhou An's son, was he qualified to learn the secrets of Jinding Martial Arts School.
…………
at the same time.
Lianhua Township, in Shiligou.
Outside a large house with three entrances and three exits, a young man wearing a long gown with a gloomy face sat on the threshold.
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 sinister.
The scarred boy looked at the distant mountain peaks with cold eyes and a cold heart.
Under the setting sun, you can vaguely see a huge palace complex on the top of the mountain. It was the former Qingping Palace and today's Qingping Village.
"Can't wait any longer!"
The boy with the scar stood up suddenly, his face as heavy as water, turned around and hurried into the house.
A moment later, an old man in his fifties with a rich face sighed and said: "Senior Nephew Qingzhuo, I understand your thoughts, but we can't act rashly just because of impatience."
"If the news is accidentally exposed, it will be difficult to save the lives of you, me, and my whole family..."
The scarred boy was silent for a moment and whispered: "I understand Uncle Master's concerns."
"We are extremely grateful to you for taking the risk to take me and Senior Brother Qinghe in."
"But more than two months have passed, and the rebels are lawless and the common people are being exploited, and no one is taking care of them!"
"If we wait any longer, even if we wait for years and years, we still won't get a result..."
The boy with the scar is the Qingzhuo Taoist boy who escaped from the Qingping Palace.
On the night of the incident, seeing that the battle in Zhongting was about to be lost, he escaped from Qingping Palace with the desperate support of a senior fellow from Shangqing Pavilion.
They escaped being chased and intercepted along the way, and escaped by taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain. Finally, they wandered to Shiligou, seeking the protection of an elder.
This elder is Taoist Guanyuan who returned to secular life at the beginning, and he was in charge of real people in his previous term.
Taoist Guanyuan and the old palace master were brothers and had a deep relationship, so he took them in during times of crisis. However, his senior brother was seriously injured and died within two days.
Since then, with deep-seated hatred, he has been looking forward to the governor's office in Changping City to send out soldiers to clear out this group of rebels.
But waiting day by day only resulted in disappointment again and again.
Facts have proved that as long as the rebels are not too rampant or do not violate the interests of the county governor's office, it is impossible for the county governor's office to send troops to encircle and suppress them.
"You have to wait if you can't wait!"
Taoist Guanyuan looked stern and scolded: "Senior nephew Qingzhuo, you have a great future and are responsible for the revival of Qingping Palace. You must not take risks!"
"Once you lose your composure and act rashly, we will be totally doomed!"
