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

Chapter 60 I’m here again, Senior Brother Song Qingshu!
At dawn, purple air comes from the east like a dragon or snake.

The young man in Taoist robe lying on the blue stone is surrounded by golden light, just like the rising sun in the sea of ​​clouds.

When he stretched his muscles, there was a sound of wind and thunder, and his energy naturally spread out, causing the waterfall beside him to stir up three-foot waves.

Mo Yu, among the heroes, lowered his eyes and looked inward.

The basic internal strength of Taoism is transformed into a solid foundation, continuously generating internal force.

Wudang Nine Yang Gong is the first level of Heavenly Palace, which transforms internal force into pure internal energy.

Taiyi Jinguan Gong is the second level of heavenly palace, which attaches spiritual will to every strand of pure internal energy to form golden light energy.

The meridians in his body were flowing like a galaxy, and a golden light condensed three feet around his body, wrapping him up.

Using the golden energy to propel the Golden Light Curse, even Mo Yu, a hero who is not good at fighting, is able to crush someone like Song Qingshu whose martial arts skills have not yet reached the first-class level.

Only the Qi of a first-rate master can break the golden light that protects his body.

If an ordinary warrior had such good fortune, he would probably burn incense and report to his ancestors in great joy.

But the boy just casually brushed away the morning dew from his shoulders, with the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff reflected in his eyes.

The realm of being a master that people like Song Qingshu have been pursuing all their lives is just an idle piece that he casually dropped while watching chess on the Yuntai Terrace - the Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique is the real door to heaven that he wants to knock on.

This skill is one of the ancestral scriptures of Taoism, which directly points to the path to immortality and can only be passed on to those who are truly accomplished.

"Only immortality. Only immortality!" The young man looked at the flickering golden light in his palm and held it firmly.

Even if you are extremely beautiful and can cover the sky with one hand, if you cannot achieve immortality, you will ultimately be nothing but a handful of yellow earth and a waste of time.

For heroes like Mo Yu who have glimpsed the path to immortality, achievements in martial arts are nothing but mirages.

Just like Bodhidharma facing the wall for nine years, what he sought was never the unique Shaolin skills, but the Zen wisdom of "pointing directly to the original heart"!

The mountain wind suddenly turned fierce, lifting up the long sleeves of the hero Mo Yu, and his Taoist robe fluttered like a flag, as if to bid him farewell.

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, knew that this was the signal from his Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng to drive him away.

Although he wanted to stay in this deep mountain waterfall to practice, the wind would not stop even if the tree wanted to be still. Mo Yu, the hero of the group, still had his own destiny to fulfill.

Without having to struggle as much as he did with Tathagata, the hero Mo Yu jumped off the cliff.

There was no need to learn any other physical skills like the Tiyunzong. His body was wrapped in golden light, and he was like a golden auspicious cloud, floating down from a hundred-foot cliff leisurely without stirring up a trace of wind.

Turning his head to look at the small bonfire beside the pond where he had previously used to grill fish, Mo Yu bowed.

"Master, the disciple is leaving!"

There was no response, but the mountain wind blew three times faster.

It was as if a grumpy fat old man was chasing people away.

The hero Mo Yu was not annoyed, but just bowed three more times.

Turning to leave, the excitement of stepping into the path of immortality in my heart was transformed into a poem Qinyuanchun to express my aspirations:
"Who will control the stars and redefine the mountains and rivers when the universe is broken?
The waterfall is rolled back, the silver dragon is tempering the sword; the cloud platform is cracked, the purple lightning is grinding the elixir.

Tie up the monkey in your heart, lock up the wild horse in your will, and burn thousands of scriptures in the fire!
Taiyi Qi transforms into 30,000 golden lights, illuminating the mysterious gate."

“The Taoist Lord is now opening the altar.

Order the Zhoutian meridians to be listed among the immortals.

Whipping the mountains and boiling the sea can be regarded as tea and food; refining the moon and cooking the sun are nothing special.

The tyrant enforces the law, the primordial spirit enforces the law, and the palm prints of the jade buildings are observed.

The road to immortality, wait until you shatter the thirty-three heavens!"

The young man's heroic roar echoed in the mountains for a long time.

Beside the small campfire, a round figure stood there for some unknown time, quietly gazing at the boy's back.

"A tyrant enforces the law, while the primordial spirit suppresses the law? Tsk, this kid's understanding of the way to immortality is truly domineering. However, his talent for reciting poetry and composing lyrics is still far behind that of an old Taoist like me."

Zhang Sanfeng picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

What kind of person is he? Just by reading between the lines, one can already get a glimpse of the path of the hero Mo Yu.

"But if we talk about martial arts, he is a first-rate master who attained enlightenment at the age of nineteen. Even I was not so outrageous back then, right?" Speaking of talent, Zhang Sanfeng remembered that a few years ago, due to his momentary negligence, his most talented disciple Zhang Cuishan was forced to commit suicide by the five major sects. He felt very unhappy.

But he no longer belongs to this era, and the grievances and grudges in the world of martial arts can never be sorted out or cut off.

The world of this generation is decided by the young people of this generation.

I, Zhang Sanfeng, was merely in seclusion in the back mountains, teaching my disciples and cultivating a first-rate master who embarked on the path to immortality at the age of nineteen.

The five major sects, ah the five major sects, I hope you still have the rebelliousness you had a few years ago.

The sleeping dragon is awakened, and the young tiger roars in the valley!
If the old man hadn't blocked his way, the young man's journey in the martial arts world would have been incomplete.

"Nineteen years old! I'm afraid the old guys from the five major sects won't be able to sleep well."

Seeing that Mo Yu had disappeared from the group of heroes, the long roar echoing in the mountains fell silent, and Zhang Sanfeng's figure disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving only a gloating laugh.

A golden flash quickly passed through the forest.

"This should be considered a low-profile martial arts version of the Golden Light of the Earth, right?"

The hero Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his body wrapped in golden light. The surrounding scenery quickly receded as he ran, and he felt very happy.

Ever since he mastered the art of the Sleeping Dragon Pill, his meridians have been circulating on their own, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Although the total amount of his energy is much less than that of a normal first-class master, he recovers quickly!

At least if the Golden Light Curse is operated at this current power, the Qi in Mo Yu's body will not be exhausted even if it takes seven days and seven nights.

Firstly, the energy consumption of the leak-free foundation is extremely low.

Secondly, the internal energy of Wudang Nine Yang is extremely pure and resistant to burning.

Although the self-created Taiyi Jinguan Gong still has various flaws, this loss is a small problem compared to the blue buff of the Zhelong Shuidan Gong, which permanently restores mana at full power.

It was morning practice time, and all the young disciples of the third generation of Wudang had gathered in the martial arts field to start their morning exercises.

Ever since that cheating bastard Mo Yu from the group of heroes was punished to go into seclusion.

Song Qingshu regained his former feeling and, as the eldest brother of Wudang, enjoyed the admiration and respect of his fellow disciples.

His eyes swept over a Wudang disciple whose movements were deformed due to sleepiness, and he hit the disciple's wrist with the wooden sword in his hand mercilessly.

"The seventh move of the Mian Zhang emphasizes that the Qi should flow through the Laogong point, and it should be moved three inches to the left!" Song Qingshu said with a cold face as he used a wooden sword to lift up the wrist of his disciple and put it in the correct position.

"If we were fighting in the martial arts world, your flaws just now would have been enough—"

The words stopped abruptly.

A chill inexplicably came over Song Qingshu's heart, causing him to shiver. He turned his head and looked back.

At the end of the mountain road, the morning light suddenly broke through, a ray of golden light pierced through the mist, and the heroes, their Mo Yu Taoist robes fluttering, leaped into the air, stepping on the ground covered with broken gold.

"Mo, Mo Yu? When did you come?!"

Song Qingshu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

How is this possible? This kind of Qi power is only possessed by first-rate masters!
He clearly remembered that more than ten days ago, this person had not even mastered the Wudang Mian Zhang, and was not considered strong even among the third-rate characters in the martial arts world.

Afterwards, the hero Mo Yu revealed his extraordinary martial arts talent and fighting talent. He learned the Wudang Mian Zhang within a few days and was able to fight against opponents of higher levels at the third-rate level, defeating himself who had just entered the second-rate level and was not yet stable.

Mo Yu's fighting ability is indeed amazing, but his realm is definitely only third-rate!

Song Qingshu knew that his father had given the Wudang Nine Yang Gong, a high-level martial arts manual, to Mo Yu when he punished him to face the wall.

But he had obtained the Wudang Nine Yang Gong three years ago!
After three years of diligent study, I have only just managed to get started and have achieved some minor success.

Moreover, even if the hero Mo Yu is a genius and can cultivate the Wudang Nine Yang Gong to a small degree of success in a few days, it is only a second-rate level!

Only by practicing the Wudang Nine Yang Gong to perfection, or practicing higher-level skills such as the Pure Yang Wuji Gong to a small degree of perfection, can one condense Qi and achieve a first-class realm.

But whether it is the former or the latter, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven for warriors!
Looking at the world today, there are only a few top-notch masters, and they are all from the older generation.

How old is Mo Yu, the hero of the group?

nineteen!!
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