Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 106 What kind of dirty thoughts could I have?

The sky gradually darkened.

Mo Yu did not attend the luxurious dinner prepared by the Feng family.

Instead, he was on a hilltop, accompanying his senior brother Wang Ye, eating dry steamed buns in the northwest wind.

In conventional terms, these two brothers are actually richer than each other.

But they have surprisingly little desire for food, as long as they can fill their stomachs and take in enough energy.

"So, senior brother, you are not planning to return to Wudang?" Mo Yu sat cross-legged with the Yitian sword placed across his knees.

"I can't go back. You should know about the Eight Wonders. We can't bring trouble back with us." Wang Ye sighed while chewing a steamed bun.

Mo Yu actually wanted to say that he had also mastered Fenghou Qimen, and Taoist Yunlong and the ancestor probably wouldn't care about his little thing.

But after thinking about it, he finally didn't say it, because it was actually his own intention that made Senior Brother Wang Ye make this decision.

If he really returned to Wudang Mountain, perhaps this matter would only be a small trouble for Wudang, but Wang would also feel uneasy!

A restless mind is a big taboo for spiritual practice!
Rather than this, it would be better not to go back.

Wang Ye picked up the thermos cup hanging from his waist and drank a sip of tea. He looked at the setting sun and said, "Junior brother, you probably don't have much interest in the position of Heavenly Master's successor, right?"

"Zhang Chulan asked you to be a lobbyist?"

Mo Yu put his hands in his pockets and also looked at the colorful clouds in the sky.

"It's not him, it's an old man of high esteem and respect."

Wang didn't explain it clearly.

But he knew that with Mo Yu's wisdom, he could naturally guess who the old man was.

Both of them stopped talking at that point. Wang just mentioned Mo Yu and then skipped the topic.

"I've spoken to Master Fang from Longmen Baiyun Temple, and I'll personally visit him when I get back. If you want to place an order, you can go anytime."

"But it's better to do it sooner rather than later. I heard that Master Fang hasn't been in good condition recently. I'm afraid his end is near."

Wang Ye gazed at the setting sun and sighed deeply, no matter how hard these practitioners practiced or how hard they tried to grasp it.

The vitality of the body will still slip away from your fingertips like quicksand. If you can live to be a hundred years old without becoming weak, your body can still move, and you die without much pain, you are already a person of excellent cultivation.

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Mo Yu was silent, not knowing what to say. He could only look at the sunset and change the subject: "When will Senior Brother leave?"

"I won't wait for you for tomorrow morning's ticket. If you want to come to Shangjing, you can come anytime. I'll help you arrange accommodation."

Wang Ye smiled and said that his family had quite a bit of property in the land of Shangjing.

"I'll go check it out after the Luotian Grand Ceremony is over. Coincidentally, the Longmen Baiyun Temple is also in Shangjing."

Mo Yu paused for a moment, stroking his stubble. "I'll have to wait. I need to go back to Wudang after the Luotian Ceremony is over."

Wang Ye looked at Mo Yu strangely, not quite understanding why he returned to Wudang.

But seeing that Mo Yu didn't seem to want to say anything, he didn't pursue the matter any further.

The two chatted for a while, and when it became completely dark, they left.

Mo Yu separated part of his mind and immersed himself in the sea of ​​consciousness to check the chat messages given by the group of heroes Mo Yu.

[Heroes]: You have to go back to Wudang. The Taoist who taught me Fenghou Qimen might have gone astray. Your current Taiyi fighting method should be able to save him.

[War Maniac]: Should I go through the karma that you created?
[Qunxia]: Stop talking, it’s as if you don’t get any of the benefits I mentioned.

[Qin Shi]: Didn't both of your souls enter the sea of ​​consciousness? Do you still need to chat in the group chat?
[Qunxia]: This is not for you, but for the brothers who will come in the future. It will be much more convenient to let them look through the chat records than to explain to them.

[Qin Shi]: Tsk, these two big guys are still thinking about trash like me. (He really is crying.jpg)

[Qunxia]: I originally thought that you would be faster than Zhan Kuang. Why has Zhan Kuang entered the sea of ​​consciousness, but you haven’t entered yet?
[Qin Shi]: Hey, how can I compare to the War Maniac?

【Qunxia】: Speak human language! (rubbing dog head angrily.jpg)

[Qin Shi]: Actually, it’s almost done. I have found the method. The main reason is that my path is different from yours. You only need to ‘understand’ it, but I must ‘certify’ it.

[Qin Shi]: But I think Zhan Kuang, who will get the ability by then, will like it.

Mo Yu's Taoist soul looked at the information in the chat group and laughed. He knew that Qin Shi Mo Yu was waiting for him to ask, and then to riddle him.

But he just doesn't ask, you'll be suffocated to death!
"What are you laughing at? So obscene?"

Mo Yu looked up.

Feng Shayan was leaning against an old pine tree beside the mountain path, her slender arms crossed, slightly squeezing her chest. The open front of her clothes fluttered in the night breeze, and her purple bra looked even tighter in the moonlight. Her posture was lazy, yet gave people a very cool feeling.

Mo Yu glanced at the moon in the sky. The clouds were floating slowly and the moonlight was sparsely blocked by the shadows of the trees.

Last night, he lost his mind and was pushed back by Feng Shayan. He was so addicted to it that he suddenly recalled Feng Shayan's words, "I'll thank you again tonight."

He glanced sideways at the eerily quiet grove around him. The shadows of the trees swayed, and the branches and leaves blocked the moonlight, revealing a wild smell.

"Hiss, is it really that exciting? Field battles and the like, that's not good."

"My father is looking for you."

Feng Shayan raised her eyebrows and threw out four words. Her voice was clear, but there was a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Her arms remained folded, the curve of her chest appearing even more three-dimensional due to the compression. The moonlight was half obscured by floating clouds, and the shadows of the trees swayed across her face. His eyes seemed to mock: You, the dignified Taoist Mo Yu, a peerless genius in the pursuit of martial arts, are actually thinking about such vulgar things?

"Okay~" Mo Yu drawled out his words, with a hint of regret in his reluctant tone. He even glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, obviously unwilling to have his bold idea rejected.

Oh, man.

Before, he was aloof and aloof, but as soon as he broke the taboo, he completely let loose and became a fool.

Feng Shayan pursed her red lips and rolled her eyes in disgust. The moonlight danced on her face through the shadows of the trees. Her narrow eyes were so beautiful that it made people's heart beat faster, and they also revealed a sense of cold and arrogant contempt.

Mo Yu stared at her with a look in his eyes, and his fists hardened.

At this moment, he really wanted to ruthlessly crush Feng Shayan's coldness and arrogance, until she knelt down and begged for mercy!

"Why are you staring at me? Are you going to leave or not?"

Feng Shayan spoke coldly, her arms loosening slightly before immediately tightening. The curves beneath her bust swayed in the flickering moonlight, the full curves appearing even more alluring due to the pressure. Mo Yu's eyes drifted over unconsciously, as if pulled by gravity. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then lazily shifted away.

"Hurry up."

Not wanting to waste any more time talking, Feng Shayan loosened her arms, reached out and grabbed Mo Yu's arm and walked deeper into the mountain path.

Mo Yu was too lazy to move. The zhenqi filled his body, making his own weight seem very light. He was pulled by Feng Shayan like a kite and floated away. Feng Shayan glanced at him and saw his lazy look. Her brows furrowed even more tightly, and she felt a terrible headache.

Her father has looked frighteningly gloomy since he came back from seeing Wang Ai, and Mo Yu, that bitch, is an extremely selfish person.

When the fighting spirit came up, they dared to draw their swords against the Ten Lords.

She was really afraid that her father was not in a clear mind today, and Mo Yu's evil energy would happen to flare up. If the two quarreled for some reason, it was not impossible for Mo Yu, the bitch, to draw his sword and start chopping.

Close to him, Feng Shayan could feel that the sword intent in his body had not subsided, and was still continuously condensing in the scabbard in his hand.

As the saying goes, when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally feel murderous intent. When you hold a hammer, everyone looks like a nail and you can't help but want to swing it!
Feng Shayan's temples felt swollen. She stopped and leaned close to his ear. Her breath was warm and her voice was low and hoarse. "My father doesn't look well today. Please bear with me. When it's late at night and we're alone, I can satisfy your dirty thoughts."

After a pause, seeing the calmness in Mo Yu's eyes, Feng Shayan tightened the corners of her mouth slightly, and added in a low voice: "Don't talk back to him. If you can tolerate him for a few times, I will accompany you to toss a few more times at night, and you can have fun as you like."

"You're overthinking it," Mo Yu glanced at her expressionlessly, his eyes expressionless. "What dirty thoughts could I have?"

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Feng Shayan seemed to have a question mark on her forehead. She stopped, turned around and stared at him.

She didn't remember Mo Yu being stubborn.

"I think Zhang Chulan will come to see me later. After that, I will have to go find the old Taoist priest."

Mo Yu looked up at the sky speechlessly, his eyelids half-closed, and his tone was lazy but serious.

The moonlight was intermittently blocked by the shadows of trees and floating clouds. Mo Yu thought carefully and realized that his schedule for the past two days was so full that he had no time at all.

Although he and Feng Shayan had just established a relationship, and Mo Yu was indeed getting a taste of the sweetness, he still knew which things were more important to him.

Lust is just a way to spice up life.

In interpersonal communication, one's own strength is the basis for gaining benefits, fists are the real backing in conversation, and dignity lies only on the edge of the sword, not between the lips and tongue!

"Do not worry."

Feng Shayan pursed her lips and wanted to continue speaking, but Mo Yu lazily spoke first:
"I can probably guess why your father is in a bad mood. The Soul-Binding and General-Sending Artillery originally belonged to your Feng family, but it inexplicably appeared in Wang Bing's hands. This already explains a lot."

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Feng Shayan understood the known information that Mo Yu mentioned, but what the hell was that sentence at the end that said "it has already explained a lot of problems"?

Damn it, can't everyone just talk like a human being? Guess what, it's fun!

Her father Feng Zhenghao is like this, and so is Mo Yu.

Do these smart men all like to say half the words?!

Feng Shayan was too lazy to think about the twists and turns, nor did she ask Mo Yu what was going on. She knew very well that she didn't have the brains to do so.

Even if she knew the inside story, she would still be at a loss as to how to deal with it. Would she still just follow orders when the time comes? So why bother thinking about it?

"Never mind, as long as you understand."

Feng Shayan shook her head and stretched lazily. Her figure was stretched out slenderly in the moonlight, revealing a casual charm.

She glanced at Mo Yu, her tone filled with a sense of relief, "Anyway, don't get into trouble with my father. I don't want to clean up the mess."

Floating clouds obscured the moon, and the shadows of the trees in the forest swayed over her. The moonlight sprinkled intermittently, casting a somewhat lazy look on her cold and beautiful face.

Mo Yu put his hands in his pockets, his eyelids half-closed, and glanced at her lazily: "No matter how unhappy your father is, he is definitely smarter than you. If you can see it, he will understand it."

"That's the best. It saves me from having to coax you." Feng Shayan snorted coldly after hearing this, then turned around and continued walking.

She paused and added, with a hint of flirtation, "Of course, if you're obedient, I can give you some extra treats tonight. You can choose whatever you want."

Mo Yu's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at her back with a half-smile. He raised his head lazily and sighed, "Sweetness? Haha, I don't know who tasted more sweetness."

After absorbing the Yuan Yin Qi once, dual cultivation was actually no longer of much use to Mo Yu's cultivation.

But on the other hand, Mo Yu's essence is still of great benefit to Feng Shayan.

Although the quantity of his Qi is insufficient, its quality is still outrageous due to the structure of his internal strength.

In addition, Mo Yu can use Tai Chi to help her comb the meridians. Although the main purpose is actually to try to see if he can get her innate ability of space penetration, the benefits to Feng Shayan are real.

He shook his head and followed in a flash.

(End of this chapter)