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

Chapter 107 py transaction
In the living room of the courtyard.

Feng Zhenghao arranged for Mo Yu to sit at the tea table and waved his hand to let his secretary and Feng Shayan leave.

Some things are better discussed alone.

Turning around and sitting back at the tea table, Feng Zhenghao skillfully brushed away the tea set, took out the tea leaves, twisted them lightly with his fingertips, and put them into the pot.

Lift the kettle and slowly pour in hot water. The water flows into the pot as finely as silk, the tea leaves roll around, and a light tea fragrance fills the air.

Mo Yu leaned lazily on the back of the chair with his eyelids half closed, but he had already guessed what Feng Zhenghao wanted to talk to him about.

The tea was floating in the pot. Feng Zhenghao pushed a cup of tea in front of Mo Yu and said in a low voice:

"You and Shayan are both not young anymore. I know young people of your generation tend to get married late, but why don't you settle the engagement first?"

Feng Zhenghao's eyesight was so sharp that even without checking anything, he could tell how far their relationship had progressed just by looking at his daughter's gait.

Unlike ancient times, the modern times are very open-minded between men and women, and it is normal for something to happen after a drink.

Feng Zhenghao had no intention of using this to force Mo Yu, he just wanted Mo Yu to express his opinion.

So it's an engagement, not a marriage.

Agreeing to an engagement and holding an engagement party will inevitably deepen the bond between the two, but the binding force is not strong, because the engagement can be revoked after it is signed.

But during this period, to outsiders, the two were tied together.

No matter what, Tianxiahui is a force at the level of the Ten Lords. Even if it lacks foundation, Mo Yu will never suffer any loss.

"Uncle, just take care of the arrangements for this matter." Mo Yu took a sip of tea and spoke in a calm tone.

Even if his mind was broken, his thinking inertia and instincts were still there.

From the very beginning when he agreed to join the Tianxiahui, he wanted to borrow the power of the Tianxiahui.

After a few days of contact, he found that Tianxiahui was not bad, and Feng Zhenghao's character and ability were trustworthy. Under the influence of both inside and outside, he was pushed forward.

Furthermore, his grandparents have been urging him to get married since before he entered the supernatural world, which has given Mo Yu a lot of headaches. Getting engaged can calm the two old people's minds and bring a lot of peace of mind to Mo Yu.

Seeing that Mo Yu agreed without much thought, Feng Zhenghao's face showed a noticeable smile.

"Xingtong asked me to thank you for saving him. Now we are considered a family, so let's not talk about it. If there is anything you need, please let me know."

He smiled and casually pulled out a bank card from the drawer and pushed it over. He had prepared this long ago and would give it to Mo Yu regardless of whether she agreed to the engagement or not.

But if you don’t agree, the thank you will stop there, and there will never be the following sentence “feel free to ask”.

Compared to the promise made by the chairman of Tianxia Group, the three million cash in Kali was just an appetizer.

Mo Yu didn't hesitate, reaching out to take the card, his movements natural. A give-and-take relationship is the essence of human nature; blindly giving or taking only distances people.

He picked up the teacup and took another sip, then said calmly, "Thank you very much, uncle."

Feng Zhenghao's smile deepened, and he waved his hand: "It's just my own business, why thank me?"

The aroma of tea lingered in the living room, and the moonlight sprinkled intermittently, and the distance between the two seemed to have shortened a lot.

Afterwards, Mo Yu took the initiative to ask about some of the inside stories behind the Luotian Grand Ceremony, after Feng Zhenghao explained it to him in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.

Mo Yu finally understood the cause and effect of this competition.

Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Huaiyi was one of the thirty-six thieves back then, and he mastered the Eight Wonders Skills: The Origin of Qi Body.

People speculated that these eight strange skills were passed on to Zhang Chulan by Zhang Huaiyi, so the bigwigs in the extraordinary circle set their sights on Zhang Chulan.

Among the Ten Lords, the Wang and Lu families have the most distinct and tough attitudes.

The old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei, remembering the friendship between them as fellow apprentices, wanted to save Zhang Chulan, so he held this Luotian Grand Ceremony.

Combined with some of the information Mo Yu already knew, how could he not see that this was the old Taoist priest paving the way for Zhang Chulan?

After another cup of tea, Mo Yu looked at Feng Zhenghao and asked, "Without worrying about my opinion, I want to ask, Uncle, do you really want me to win first place for the Tianxia Association?"

Tomorrow's semi-finals are Mo Yu vs. Wang Bing and Zhang Chulan vs. Feng Baobao.

Among these three people, the only one who poses a threat to Mo Yu is Feng Baobao!
But Feng Baobao is Zhang Chulan's scavenger, she can't beat Zhang Chulan.

If Zhang Chulan cannot reach the top, it will be of no use even if Mo Yu loses to Feng Baobao.

With this kind of competition schedule, Mo Yu is almost certain to take first place with his strength.

The reason why it is almost is that it depends on how dark the hand behind Zhang Chulan is.

A certain respected elder was going to personally come down and give Mo Yu a slap that very night. He would have to lie down on the board right then and there and would definitely not be able to go to the finals.

The main thing is that it's meaningless.

Feng Zhenghao filled Mo Yu's teacup. The clear tea reflected the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, causing ripples.

"From a reputation perspective, it doesn't really matter whether you come in second or first. Zhang Chulan fought Tang Wenlong head-on throughout the entire match, while you fought your way through the entire arena."

"Sha Yan, Lu Linglong, Zhang Lingyu, and Wang Bing—these four are recognized by everyone in the industry for their prowess. You defeated them head-on. Even if you conceded to 'Bu Yao Bi Lian,' no one would think you were any less powerful than Zhang Chu Lan. They would simply think 'Bu Yao Bi Lian' was playing dirty tricks again."

Although Feng Zhenghao admired Zhang Chulan and Guang Tongchen's character and flexibility, he also knew that every advantage has its disadvantages.

Zhang Chulan, pretending to be a pig can certainly make others relax their vigilance against you and prevent many people from targeting you.

But it will also make many people really treat you as a pig!
The ancients said: Only tools and names cannot be lent to others!

Many people regard fame as something illusory, but if fame is really not worth mentioning, why would so many people pursue it?
"So uncle also thinks I should give it up, right?" Mo Yu turned the teacup with a half-smile on his face.

"I'm just analyzing from the perspective of interests, but no matter what choice you make, I will support you!" Feng Zhenghao took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.

He is optimistic about Zhang Chulan, but now Mo Yu is more closely tied to him, so Feng Zhenghao naturally gives priority to Mo Yu's interests.

Who made Zhang Chulan "too smart" and "too aloof"? The opportunity was given to you a long time ago, but you didn't seize it.

Since you don't want to fall into this corrupt world and want to play with the world with a detached heart, then don't blame Feng Zhenghao for making another choice.

The aroma of tea in the courtyard's living room had not yet dissipated when Mo Yu pushed the door open and walked out, his steps lazy but with a bit of briskness.

An old fox like Feng Zhenghao is a real headache to be an opponent, but if you can stand behind him, things will be much easier.

Feng Shayan's "stupidity" and Feng Xingtong's "naivety", to put it bluntly, isn't it just that these two siblings are too well protected by Feng Zhenghao?
Sand~
The crisp sound of dead branches breaking suddenly rang out in the silent night, and the moonlight was intermittently blocked by floating clouds.

On the forest path, a sharp sword energy streaked across, intercepting Feng Baobao, who had somehow circled behind Mo Yu. Her perpetually glazed eyes blinked, and she tilted her head in a naive manner, half a piece of bread still dangling from her mouth, sesame seeds clinging to the corners. Her slightly puffed cheeks revealed an inexplicable naiveté.

The finger covered with sesame seeds had quietly pressed on the hilt of the Okamoto 0.01 knife at his waist, his knuckles slightly tightened, and although there was no fluctuation in his eyes, a hint of danger was faintly revealed.

"Don't be impatient." Mo Yu chuckled and took a half step back, crushing a piece of broken wood with his heel. He turned his head and shouted towards the misty woods, "Zhang Chulan, you bastard, should be here, right? Come out and talk."

Time is a bit tight tonight, otherwise he actually wants to have a fight with Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao tilted his head, his fingers still on the knife handle, chewing a sesame cake in his mouth, his cheeks moving, but he didn't say a word. His eyes were fixed on Mo Yu, but he glanced at the mud around him out of the corner of his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

A burst of hurried footsteps could be heard in the morning mist, and Zhang Chulan stumbled out from the shadows of the trees, shouting at the top of her lungs as she ran, "Sister Baoer, don't do it, don't do it!"

He panted heavily and stopped beside Feng Baobao, his hands on his knees, his chest heaving violently, his face full of helplessness. Sister Bao'er's speed was so absurd that he almost couldn't keep up, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhang Chulan stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a dry smile: "Brother Mo, don't bother with her. My colleague's brain is not very good."

He spoke half-truthfully, his tone hinting at flattery and guilt, but his hand unconsciously scratched the back of his head.

stare!
Feng Baobao's mouth was filled with steamed buns, and his cheeks were bulging. He turned his head suddenly when he heard the words, and stared at Zhang Chulan with a stupid look, as if to say: "Who is stupid? I am smart!"

Mo Yu smiled without saying anything. He had heard the news about Shan Shitong's failure to participate in the competition from Lu Linglong at the bonfire party.

If he didn't react, Feng Baobao would probably bury him directly. If he reacted, Zhang Chulan would "just happen" to arrive.

But these are all trivial matters. That's how competitions are.

What kind of game is it if there are no players using tricks outside the game and no mastermind behind the scenes manipulating the game?
Py trading is the mainstream, resource exchange is the right way, and what is being played is the shady dealings!

"Okay, we are all smart people. I am in a hurry today, so I won't beat around the bush." ​​Mo Yu put his hands in his sleeves, stood with his sword in his arms, and said with a smile.

"Hey, Brother Mo, please tell me."

Zhang Chulan glanced at Sister Baoer, then followed Sister Baoer's gaze to look at the sword in Mo Yu's arms, and a little cold sweat couldn't help but flow on his forehead.

Today, when Mo Yu stood with his sword in hand facing the Ten Lords Wang Ai, he asked Sister Baoer, but the answer he got was: He can't bear it and will die.

Although Feng Baobao's tone was very relaxed, as if it was a joke, Zhang Chulan, who was familiar with Sister Baoer, did not dare to take it as a joke.

"I can give you the championship, but I have three conditions." Mo Yu pulled his hand out of his sleeve, stretched out three fingers and shook them.

"First, I want the Tongtian Talisman. If you want, I can let you make a copy."

"No problem, the Tongtian Scroll is yours, Brother Mo. You don't need to leave me a copy."

Zhang Chulan remained calm and readily agreed to this request.

After all, people who come to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony basically have three purposes.

He won the first place in Yangming, the qualification of successor to Tianshi Mansion, and the Tongtian Talisman, one of the Eight Wonders mentioned by Mo Yu.

Zhang Chulan doesn't care about this thing, and he wouldn't even take it if it was given to him for free.

This thing is a hot potato to him. The news that the source of Qi may be in his hands has already caused him a lot of trouble.

At this time, they wanted to prove in public that he still had the Tongtian Talisman in his hand. Zhang Chulan knew what the consequences would be even if he used the Shougongsha.

"Second, I want the Golden Light Curse," Mo Yu said with a smile. Before Zhang Chulan could say anything, he continued, "You don't have to pay for this. I will go find the old Taoist priest."

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After these words were spoken, Zhang Chulan's face became a little stiff. He lowered his head and stared at the ground, his brows deeply furrowed.

The Golden Light Mantra is the treasure of the Tianshi Mansion. Although it is not completely forbidden to be passed on to others, it is not something that can be given away casually.

Mo Yu used the championship as a bargaining chip to ask the old Taoist priest for this thing. With his ability and the old Taoist priest's temperament, there was an 80% chance that this would succeed.

Moreover, whether to pass it on or not is not up to Zhang Chulan, but is decided by the old Taoist priest.

But Zhang Chulan felt unhappy, even though he had only met the old Taoist priest a few times.

But the old man was very kind to him, and together with Master Tian, ​​he was one of the few elders he had in this chaotic world.

He really didn't want the old Taoist priest to bear any price for him, even if this price had nothing to do with him, Zhang Chulan, but he couldn't get rid of the awkward feeling in his heart.

Zhang Chulan's mouth moved, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, then unclenched, as if he was considering something.

At this moment, he even thought of handing over the Old Farmer's Skill to replace the Golden Light Curse.

But reason quickly stopped his impulsive thoughts.

"third."

Ignoring Zhang Chulan's struggle, Mo Yu retracted his last finger, glanced at Feng Baobao meaningfully, turned to look at Zhang Chulan, chuckled and said:

"Let's talk about this after this matter is over. Anyway, you guys are targeting me, right?"

Zhang Chulan's scalp tingled under his gaze, and he subconsciously took a half step back, laughing dryly twice:

"What do you mean by 'targeting you'? Brother Mo's words make it seem like Sister Baoer and I are bad guys."

Mo Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him. He put his hands back into his sleeves, stared into Zhang Chulan's eyes, and asked directly: "These three conditions are actually not a big deal for you. How about it? Not difficult to answer, right?"

Zhang Chulan fell silent again, staring down at the ground, his hands clenching and unclenching in his pockets, his mind racing.

The first condition is nothing.

The third condition sounded like it was related to Sister Baoer, but Mo Yu didn't say it explicitly, and he couldn't guess its depth. Anyway, this matter had to be discussed sooner or later, so it wouldn't make a big deal if it was delayed.

Only the second condition, the Golden Light Mantra
It got stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it no matter how hard he tried.

"If you ask the old Taoist priest for the Golden Light Curse, will he give it to you?" Feng Baobao tilted her head and stared at Mo Yu, asking suddenly.

She didn't think as much as Zhang Chulan. There was only one thing on her mind at the moment, which was to help Zhang Chulan get first place and then get information about her from the old master.

Mo Yu glanced at her and said, "Whether to give it or not is between me and the old Taoist priest. You don't need to worry about it."

Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched when he heard this, and the confusion in his eyes deepened. He lowered his head and muttered, "This matter, hey..."

"You're right. These three conditions won't hurt me." He raised his head and looked at Mo Yu with complicated eyes, his tone a little helpless. "Okay, then let's do as you say, Brother Mo."

Mo Yu nodded, without further ado, he walked lazily past Zhang Chulan, without even turning his head, saying:
"That's settled then. I'll go find the old Taoist priest."

(End of this chapter)