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

Chapter 21 The Sorrow of a Dog Licker

To hurt him first, be prepared for the consequences and make preparations in advance - move quickly and move around!
The anti-Genting big cicada catcher is trying to take the middle one - point, lift, wash, pick, and chop!
The anger of putting on the jade ring and cutting open the liver and gallbladder has not yet subsided - twist the sword and stab forward, pull the belt and stab backward, step back, lift the sword and raise the sword!

"How is it possible? How is it possible? How is it possible?!"

Song Qingshu had never expected this.

Since he was the first to use his weapon for a sneak attack, Mo Yu was forced to draw his sword, and the result was a one-sided crushing defeat!

Unprecedented two-handed sword technique, sharp and powerful unmatched sword power!
"This isn't Wudang swordsmanship at all!"

Song Qingshu raised his sword to block Mo Yu's sword force.

But even though he used all his strength to activate the internal energy of Wudang Nine Yang Gong, he was still forced to kneel down by the domineering force of the sword in his right hand.

"Big Brother, did I forget to tell you that what I'm best at isn't fists or kicks, but wielding weapons!"

Mo Yu used the inch force of his sword to suppress Song Qingshu who was trying to struggle!
Song Qingshu had just raised his knees a few inches when he fell heavily to the ground again, sinking an inch and a half deep into the mud.

"As for the sword technique that defeated you today, Senior Brother, it is called the Mantis Sword Technique, and was created by a Sword Saint named Yu."

Song Qingshu actually didn't hear clearly what Mo Yu said. He focused his already somewhat blurred attention on the beautiful figure in his peripheral vision.

But Zhou Zhiruo didn't pay any attention to him at all. Instead, she stared at Mo Yu with shining eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sense of depression in his chest, and then his head was spinning.

Fainted.

And before he fainted, this was the last thought in Song Qingshu's mind.

It turns out that Junior Sister Zhiruo didn't notice my miserable state. That's good.
"Senior Brother Mo Yu, are you okay?"

"Junior Brother Mo Yu, are you okay?"

Bei Jinyi supported Zhou Zhiruo and walked towards the center of the battle, both speaking in an earnest tone.

As for Song Qingshu, who fainted on the side like a stray dog, his goddess ignored him just as he expected. Instead, several Wudang disciples came over and carried him away.

This is the tragedy of being a bootlicker. It can be said that he gets what he wants.

Mo Yu casually stuck the long sword full of gaps into the mud, ignored the two women's concerned inquiries, and slowly walked towards the place where the older generations of the two factions were.

Not far away, Song Yuanqiao looked deeply at Mo Yu who was walking towards him step by step. There was a bit of anger in his eyes, but more of it was admiration and relief.

With Mo Yu's current combat power.

Even in the underworld, as long as you don't meet those famous old guys, there is no place in the world that you can't go.

Mo Yu walked up to Song Yuanqiao, lowered his head and knelt down, but did not say a word.

Although he is a modern person, Mo Yu does not feel any psychological burden when kneeling before the four elements of heaven, earth, and teacher.

Although he did not have much contact with Song Yuanqiao, Mo Yu could feel Song Yuanqiao's master-disciple relationship with him. He, Mo Yu, recognized this friendship and was willing to maintain it.

"Yu'er, your every move is too full of violence. My Wudang sect is affiliated with Taoism. Our martial arts are based on the harmony of hardness and softness, yin and yang. Taking an unconventional approach with your sword will only narrow your future path."

"Also, I see that the way you're stimulating your Qi and blood is somewhat similar to the external martial arts' horizontal training. This kind of external martial arts has incredible explosive power, but without a method of training and secret medicine to nourish your body, it might damage your foundation. You're young and full of energy, so it's okay to use it occasionally, but be careful not to abuse it. After your great master comes out of seclusion, I'll ask him for a training method for you."

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Even though his own son Song Qingshu was beaten like a stray dog, Old Song still did not punish Mo Yu for it. Instead, he began to teach and guide Mo Yu on his mistakes and shortcomings.

Although he was a bit nagging, Mo Yu understood many of the principles himself, but he did not show it. He knelt respectfully in front of Song Yuanqiao and listened quietly to his master's earnest teachings.

"Cough cough."

Yu Lianzhou saw that the disciples from both sects had already dispersed, but Old Song hadn't finished his words yet. The elders from both sects were still watching. Of course, it didn't matter between Wudang brothers, but the Emei people were still there. Song Yuanqiao, reminded by Yu Lianzhou, suddenly realized that there were still people from the Emei sect around him. He had been so focused on teaching Mo Yu that he had forgotten about it.

After realizing what was happening, he coughed twice to ease the awkwardness, and then changed the subject.

"Yu'er, I'm going to punish you by sending you to the back mountains to face the wall for three months to cultivate your body and mind. Are you willing to do this?"

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. I accept your punishment!"

Mo Yu bowed his head and knelt.

Even at the final punishment stage, Old Song still did not punish Mo Yu for beating up Xiao Song, but because in Old Song's opinion, Mo Yu had some mental problems and needed to meditate and adjust.

This isn't really a punishment at all.

Mo Yu also understood Song Yuanqiao's concerns.

After all, he and the group hero Mo Yu have different personalities. The two of them keep switching back and forth, which seems like a mental illness to others.

The condition is almost serious enough to cause schizophrenia!
However, schizophrenia does not seem to be a complete deBUFF for martial arts.

You're right, it's the art of fighting with both hands.

And you, God of War of Hell!

With all sorts of random things in his mind, Mo Yu said goodbye to his master and several uncles, then headed towards the back mountain for meditation.

After passing the martial arts field, we walked along the mountain road and finally stopped at a cliff.

Mo Yu looked up and saw a waterfall falling from the clouds under the shining light of the stars and the moon, as if it was pouring down from the sky.

"When the heavenly weaving is over, the moon shuttle is idle; the stone walls hang high, and the snow is cold."

Although he was a wild boar that could not eat fine bran, a few lines of poetry emerged in Mo Yu's mind under such magnificent scenery.

Without going deeper into the forest, Mo Yu chose this place as a place to reflect on his mistakes.

I put my hand into the pool of water, and the lake water was icy cold at night.

Perhaps because of the injury on his right arm, the lake water washed away the blood mixed with mud, attracting several carp to circle around his right arm.

Mo Yu grabbed casually and caught a yellow carp that was more than a foot long. If he had not entered the extraordinary world at this moment, he would not be able to catch this giant with one hand.

Judging from the weight, it must weigh at least two or three pounds!
"I can't eat it all. I can't eat it all. If the fishermen find out about this place, they will definitely settle here."

Mo Yu smiled and said some jokes that only he could understand in this world, but he casually threw the big golden carp back into the lake.

Although he still likes eating fish, the meridians in his body are already riddled with holes after all his messing around.

Capillaries in many places ruptured, and blood flowed into the internal force framework. Qi, blood and internal force were intertwined together, which was a mess.

"Tsk, after messing up that guy's body like this, he won't fight me to death, right?"

After exiting combat mode and calming down, Mo Yu felt a little embarrassed.

What's even more embarrassing is that he hasn't been able to take advantage of this time to comb it out.

After using internal force for the past few days, Mo Yu is actually capable of constructing a general internal force circulation, but the problem is that the basic framework of the internal force circulation constructed by Qunxia Mo Yu is extraordinary.

Mo Yu's current level is just barely passing, but the homework in his hand is 100% scored, and it is only judged as 100% because the full score is only 100!

He accidentally scribbled the content and had to use his head to write a full-mark homework!

(End of this chapter)