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

Chapter 61: Top-notch expert, young master!
“Jin Jin Xia!”

"Junior Brother Mo Yu, why is his whole body glowing?"

I don't know which young disciple shouted first, but suddenly there were cries of surprise in the training ground.

Tiny exclamations rang out around Song Qingshu.

Just like the previous times, when the hero Mo Yu appeared, all of his radiance would be sucked away by this guy.

Obviously, he is the eldest senior brother of Wudang!
I am the future leader of Wudang!
But whether it was these disciples, the people from Emei Sect, or even Junior Sister Zhou.
When Song Qingshu thought of his dream goddess Zhou Zhiruo, he couldn't help but recall that night.

He secretly followed Zhou Zhiruo, but saw the beauty affectionately applying medicine to the hateful guy Mo Yu.

Whenever he thought of this, Song Qingshu felt an unbearable wave of sadness and unspeakable pain in his heart!
"Mo Yu, greetings to all the senior brothers, senior brother."

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, retracted the golden light, bowed to his fellow brothers from a distance, and then bowed specifically to Song Qingshu.

His tone was as gentle as a cloud, without a trace of arrogance.

Song Qingshu looked at the pretentious look of Mo Yu, the hero in the group, and his heart was burning with anger.

If you were truly as ethereal as a cloud and didn't care about fame and fortune in this world, why did you embarrass me in these previous battles?

He immediately stepped forward and used his internal energy to kick the wooden sword that had fallen to the ground.

The wooden sword shot out, piercing through the Wudang disciples and piercing the face of the hero Mo Yu.

Before Mo Yu, the hero, could make any move, the flying wooden sword was only three inches away from him when a flash of golden light suddenly appeared and broke the wooden sword with a loud bang.

"Elder brother, what do you mean?"

The hero Mo Yu's tone remained steady and gentle, without any fluctuation due to Song Qingshu's attack.

Seeing that his test was so easily resolved, Song Qingshu immediately understood that the golden light surrounding Mo Yu was not false. It was the energy that only a first-class master could possess.

"Master asked you to face the wall for three months, and it's only been less than ten days and you can't bear it anymore?" He said with a gloomy face, "Do you think the Wudang precepts are a joke?"

No matter how strong Mo Yu is, he is still a disciple.

Disobeying the master's orders is a very serious offense even within the Taoist Wudang sect, where the rules are relatively relaxed.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, lowered his head and glanced at Song Qingshu.

He didn't say that this was the order of the Grand Master, and he brought Zhang Sanfeng out to suppress others.

Or talk about your current martial arts skills.

Instead, Song Yuanqiao, who was watching from the sidelines, bowed and said loudly:

"I have adjusted my state of mind during these few days of facing the wall, and my skills have reached a new level. Master, please allow me to be exempted from facing the wall for the remaining days."

It's a very simple thing.

The one who is qualified to make the judgment is Song Yuanqiao. Why are you entangled with Song Qingshu for no reason?
No matter what the outcome of the argument is, in the end it will still be decided by Song Yuanqiao, so arguing will only bring disadvantage.

"Well, the key to facing the wall and reflecting on one's mistakes isn't facing the wall, but reflecting on one's mistakes. Yu'er, since you've already realized and adjusted your mental state, the remaining days can naturally be waived."

Song Yuanqiao looked at the hero Mo Yu with a bit of surprise and joy, and appeared in front of him in a flash.

He is a steady, modest and elegant person, so naturally he would not care whether the hero Mo Yu's early exit would damage his own dignity.

In Song Yuanqiao's opinion, after facing the wall for a few days, not only did his disciple's state of mind return to its previous peace and tranquility, but his skills also increased by more than one level. His original purpose of having him face the wall had been achieved. Why should he be obsessed with such trivial details as the duration of facing the wall?

Just as Song Yuanqiao was about to ask the group of heroes about something, Mo Yu suddenly roared, "Father!" Song Qingshu interrupted, his eyes bloodshot. "The Qi power in Mo Yu's body is clearly not my Wudang martial arts. How could he have cultivated Qi power directly from internal strength in less than ten days?"

"Even if Bodhidharma were to be resurrected, he might not be able to do it. He must have practiced some evil method!"

"Please, father, check this out!"

Song Qingshu knelt down beside Song Yuanqiao.

The Wudang disciples who gathered around were whispering to each other.

Although the golden energy on Junior Brother Mo Yu does look like the energy of the Taoist Xuanzong.

But this speed of promotion is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination!

Apart from the extremely evil and selfish magic techniques that are rumored in the martial arts world, with their knowledge, they simply cannot imagine any other way to achieve it.

"Ugh"

Song Yuanqiao looked down at Song Qingshu, and seeing the madness and pleading in his son's eyes, he let out a long sigh.

Unlike other disciples, Song Qingshu had met this grandmaster before Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion. He understood that there was a kind of person called the Supreme Man in this world.

These people all have monstrous talents that normal people cannot understand.

Song Qingshu knew clearly in his heart that his junior brother Mo Yu had most likely met his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng when he was facing the wall in the back mountain.

He knew clearly that the hero Mo Yu possessed the most orthodox Xuan Zong Qi!
But, but ah! !
If he admitted it, if the hero Mo Yu was not practicing some evil method.

How could Song Qingshu, a guy who had barely reached the second-rate level in the Wudang Nine Yang Gong, face his junior brother Mo Yu who had already entered the first-rate level?

How could he guarantee his position as the Wudang Master?

I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail!
So he hoped that his father could help him frame his junior brother Mo Yu, or even expel Mo Yu from the sect!

In this way, Wudang Sect will certainly lose a young master, but his position as Song Qingshu will be secured.

Wasn't it the same thing that drove Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng out of Shaolin back then? Isn't Shaolin still a powerful sect today?
The martial arts world has always been like this!
After staring at Song Qingshu for a few seconds, Song Yuanqiao discovered that the crazy and resentful look in his son's eyes not only did not diminish, but became even more intense.

So he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, and his palms under the wide Taoist robe were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

"My son, the son who once made me proud, when did he become like this?"

But Song Yuanqiao had been practicing for many years after all, so he quickly calmed down. He swept his serious eyes over the Wudang disciples around him and said in a deep voice:

"The method that Mo Yu practices is the orthodox method of the Xuan Sect of our Taoism! It is based on the Wudang Heart Method and the Wudang Nine Yang Gong. There is also another profound method. Although I don't understand it, I can still feel the orthodox Xuan Sect Qi of our Taoism."

Song Yuanqiao defined the matter with one sentence.

Song Qingshu lowered his head as if in despair. All the air in his chest was completely drained away. His usually straight waist bent down, and his whole body seemed to have lost its spine.

"You guys continue with your morning exercises. Yu'er, come with me. As for you..." Song Yuanqiao looked at Song Qingshu and sighed in disappointment again, "You should go to the back mountain and face the wall for three months."

Deep down, Song Yuanqiao still hopes that his son can adjust his state of mind and get out of his inner demons.

All along, he never asked how high Song Qingshu's martial arts skills were, he only asked that his son be upright and honest.

With these elders, Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang around, he will be able to live a safe life.

(End of this chapter)