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

Chapter 11 Even worse than Song Qingshu!

Let’s not talk about the verbal battle between Bei Jinyi and Mo Yu, which is difficult to tell the winner for the time being.

On the field illuminated by a bonfire, many people gathered together after dinner, and martial arts competitions, a traditional underworld activity, were indispensable.

Song Qingshu is the leader of the third generation of disciples of Wudang Sect.

Although he looked a little embarrassed in his narrow victory over Mo Yu yesterday morning, his strength is still quite good among the younger generation, except for a few who are cheating. In this Wudang Emei Young Generation Friendly Tournament, he defeated several opponents in a row, which can be said to be the focus.

The older generations who gathered together also gave face.

Many people praised Song Qingshu for his youth and promising future as the successor of Wudang Sect. Song Yuanqiao waved his hands and said, "He is just averagely good," "Just a naughty boy," and "The Emei disciples are just giving him face and don't want to steal the show from him."

But from his smiling face, it is not difficult to see that Lao Song is in a really good mood.

The Emei disciples were also whispering to each other, with admiration on their faces as if to say, "It really lives up to its reputation."

"Senior Brother Song Qingshu is not only a master of martial arts, but also has delicate features and a handsome appearance with a certain dignified bearing. He is truly captivating upon first sight."

"Yes, yes. Song Qingshu's 'Waving the Five Strings' move was really well used. It actually has some similarities to our Emei Sect's 'Light Silk Fan'."

"In terms of martial arts, Senior Brother Song Qingshu should be the best among the young Wudang disciples."

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The female disciples of Emei chattered in praise.

Song Qingshu was of course very pleased to hear these words. He bowed repeatedly and acted modestly. But looking at his beaming face, anyone could tell that he was probably overjoyed.

He completely forgot the Taoist skill of cultivating qi and remaining calm in the face of praise or criticism.

Qian Gua Jiu San: The gentleman works diligently all day long and is vigilant at night, and he will not do any wrong.

Song Qingshu, who had won consecutive battles, was naturally very proud.

But how could those who were defeated by him not feel resentment?

His completely unrestrained expression, coupled with the praises from the young girls, was like a bucket of hot oil poured on these people's hearts.

The anger suddenly rose up and could not be suppressed.

It's okay for you, Song Qingshu, to act arrogantly on weekdays.

Your father is Song Yuanqiao, and your own strength is indeed above everyone else. It’s no big deal to be taught a lesson by you a few times. On the contrary, it will help you recognize your own flaws and improve your martial arts.

But the sect party is here now!

I've been living in the mountains for several years and the birds are almost suffocating to death. Finally some young girls have come. Mr. Song, what do you think?
He was so brutal in front of outsiders, but he didn't even bother to save face for his brothers. How could his brothers talk to the girls?
You bastard, you don't want to eat alone, do you?!

Feeling jealous, the unlucky guy who had been hit by Song Qingshu's "Five-stringed Hand Wave" move immediately spoke in a sinister tone.

"My Wudang Sect is full of hidden talents, and there's more to it than just Senior Brother. Yesterday morning, Junior Brother Mo Yu and Senior Brother fought for half an hour without a clear winner. If we only talk about martial arts skills, Junior Brother Mo Yu may not be inferior to Senior Brother."

Once someone takes the lead, those who are dissatisfied will naturally follow suit. One person sneered.

"Haha, what's the cultivation level of Senior Brother? What's the cultivation level of Junior Brother Mo Yu? I dare to assert that under the same cultivation level, Junior Brother Mo Yu is still better in terms of moves."

At this time, a Wudang disciple who was proficient in Yin and Yang took over the conversation with a smile.

"That's not true. Internal cultivation is an important part of our warriors' strength. Doesn't this just prove that Senior Brother's cultivation is 'profound'?"

Several confused Emei girls nodded when they heard this.

Indeed, internal strength is often more important to a warrior than martial arts moves. If you have a high level of internal strength, no matter how exquisite your moves are, they will only scratch me. I can just slap you and you will be defeated.

But the Emei disciples didn’t know, so how could the Wudang disciples not know what was going on?
What's more, that person even emphasized the word "profound".

Everyone basically understood it immediately.

One of them, with a look of nostalgia on his face, took the knife without hesitation and stabbed Song Gou.

"But Junior Brother Mo Yu has only been a Wudang disciple for less than three months, and he only practiced basic internal skills before coming here. As for Senior Brother, when I joined Wudang three years ago, Senior Brother Song Qingshu seemed to be the Senior Brother, right?"

The more experienced Wudang disciple saw that the knife skills of the man in front were not strong enough, so he offered another blow.

"It was ten years ago. When I first entered the sect, there were only a few disciples from the third generation."

Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned grim as he listened to the whispers. Especially when he noticed that Zhou Zhiruo, whom he cared about the most, was actually asking about Mo Yu, the Wudang disciple beside her, his face immediately turned green, and he quickly winked at his lackey.

Then the crowd exploded.

The lackey here just said that.

"Practice is all about taking one step ahead, and no one in the martial arts world cares how many years you've practiced."

Some hermaphrodites expressed their feelings.

"Junior Brother Mo Yu is truly a genius. He's only been practicing for three months, but he's already stronger than I was after a year of hard training."

Then someone immediately took over to assist.

"Brother, you have made great progress in just one year. I, your talent is not that great, and it took me three full years to reach this level."

The young disciples were making so much noise that they attracted the attention of the older generation.

Especially when the name 'Mo Yu' reached the ears of the Emei Sect members who already had ulterior motives, its significance became even more extraordinary.

Although Master Jingxuan is a fourth-generation disciple of Emei, she is now in her forties, so she also sits with the older generation.

At this time she suddenly spoke.

"I've heard for a long time that the reclusive Nanxian suddenly recommended a disciple to join the Wudang Sect three months ago. Is that this Junior-Junior Brother Mo Yu? Why isn't he present at this competition?"

Song Yuanqiao didn't care about the noise of the younger generations.

They are all young men full of vigor and vitality. It is a rare opportunity for them to come into contact with young girls of the same age. It is normal for them to have a few quarrels. He himself has been through this age group and is quite open-minded.

However, since Master Jingxuan wanted to meet Mo Yu, Song Yuanqiao couldn't refuse her.

What's more, the relationship between Emei and Wudang has always been good, so it's a good thing to let Mo Yu show up in front of Emei so that they can get to know each other.

He immediately sent someone to find out where Mo Yu had gone.

After the disciples asked each other.

The young Taoist priest who had just returned said that he knew where Senior Brother Mo Yu was, and then he ran off to find Mo Yu again.

"Brother Mo Yu, Master is looking for you. He said that a disciple from the Emei Sect wants to learn martial arts from you."

When only two figures could be seen in the distance, the little Taoist priest shouted loudly.

Bei Jinyi, who was just worried about how to deal with Mo Yu, the hedgehog, chuckled and said, "Master Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled. Junior Brother Mo Yu is a genius. I believe he has already learned some of the true skills. I hope you will teach me."

Mo Yu's words were full of thorns several times. Even a clay man would have some temper. Now even Bei Jinyi couldn't help but retort him with a sneer.

Mo Yu heard that there was a fight, instead of being called to chat.

He immediately felt relieved, and even Bei Jinyi's sarcastic remarks did not take him to heart.

He suddenly stood up and walked quickly towards the little Taoist priest who was waving at him, and Bei Jinyi followed closely behind him.

When the Wudang disciples saw that Mo Yu was accompanied by Bei Jinyi, the eldest sister of the Emei lay disciple, the quarrel in the crowd immediately subsided.

OK OK.

I originally thought that Junior Brother Mo was aloof and arrogant, disdaining all these worldly things, so he quietly left to find some peace and quiet, leaving all these worldly things to his senior brothers.

I didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are not much better than that bastard Song Qingshu!

You've been on a two-person trip with Emei Senior Sister, right? When did you even manage to hook up with her, you bastard?!

Mo Yu glanced at Bei Jinyi, who was standing beside him, covering her mouth with her sleeves and laughing softly.

He knew in his heart that this guy was deliberately staying so close to him in order to wait for an opportunity to take revenge, but Bei Jinyi pretended to look at him with an innocent expression.

When the Wudang disciples saw that Mo Yu dared to flirt with them in front of them, their eyes immediately became murderous.

I was wrong before, you are even worse than Song Qingshu, you deserve to die!

　21 hours of train, I just knelt on the bed and wrote two chapters (sad), please give me a free recommendation ticket
　　

(End of this chapter)