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

Chapter 62: Entering the world!

Following Song Yuanqiao's footsteps, we hurried along the way.

Although he did not use the Tiyunzong body movement, he also used the Qi of a first-class master to increase his speed, and with a tap of his toes he flew a hundred meters away.

It’s more like gliding at low altitude than running.

Even so, the hero Mo Yu still followed behind him easily, his face calm and without any sign of effort.

The two of them ran one in front and one behind from the martial arts field in the back mountain all the way to the Zhenwu Hall on Tianzhu Peak.

It is called a main hall, but in fact it is just a slightly larger Taoist temple, which only enshrines one statue of a deity. The whole room is only about a hundred square meters.

Song Yuanqiao calmed the internal energy and landed in front of the seated statue of Zhenwu in the hall with a "step".

The hero Mo Yu followed closely behind. The golden light under his feet disappeared and he floated down like a cloud without leaking any excess power.

This demonstrated that his control over his own Qi had reached the pinnacle, a realm that Song Yuanqiao had not yet reached even after years of immersion in the first-rate realm.

The hero Mo Yu not only broke through two realms in less than ten days, but his control over his own power was even better than that of older masters like Song Yuanqiao!
Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but sigh that the gap between people is really bigger than that between people and pigs.

Ten days of silent practice by a great man can equal ten years of hard training!
Even Song Yuanqiao, who was dedicated to the public, couldn't help but feel a bit sad and envious. It was no wonder that his son Song Qingshu behaved so inappropriately when facing Mo Yu.

"Ah~"

With another long and complex sigh, Song Yuanqiao shifted his gaze from the seated statue of Zhenwu in front of him to the hero Mo Yu.

He looked at his disciple carefully and saw that Mo Yu's face was rosy and his breathing was slow and long, without any signs of exhaustion.

Although his face was ordinary, not as good as his son Song Qingshu, but when he saw the heroes Mo Yu standing with his hands behind his back, he had an ethereal and otherworldly temperament.

It's like a banished immortal coming to the mortal world, or like a young master!
"Yu'er, I believe you have already met your Grand Master when you were facing the wall in the back mountain, right?"

Song Yuanqiao took a long time to adjust his mood, suppressing the complexity in his heart, and asked.

Mo Yu nodded, without hiding anything, and told his experiences of the past few days from the beginning very frankly.

Including Zhou Zhiruo and Bei Jinyi's visits, Zhang Sanfeng's several attempts, his insights when he attained enlightenment, and even the entire Sleeping Dragon Pill Technique he comprehended!

There was no hiding anything, and no hesitation at all.

The hero Mo Yu spoke in a smooth and steady tone, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.

But if what he said were compiled into a book and thrown into the martial arts world, it would set off a bloody storm in the martial arts world.

There will even be top-notch masters competing for it!
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Song Yuanqiao listened quietly, and his eyes looked at Mo Yu, the hero, with an even more complicated expression.

Especially when he thought of Song Qingshu's behavior of framing his fellow disciples for his own selfish desires, and compared it with the hero Mo Yu's magnanimity and openness, he felt a little ashamed of himself.

Even if it was him, it would be difficult for him to do what Mo Yu, the hero of the group, did, right?
As for what the hero Mo Yu talked about.

Even with Song Yuanqiao's talent, he still found it extremely difficult to listen to the insights of the hero Mo Yu after he had realized them himself. Many of the key points were as difficult to understand as the scriptures in heaven, let alone to start practicing them.

Moreover, after hearing the hero Mo Yu talk about the pain he suffered when he was trapped by the obstacle of seeing and knowing in an extremely casual tone, he was almost in a state of madness and almost possessed by a demon.

What made Song Yuanqiao even more frightened was hearing this.

It is no wonder that the master did not pass on the Sleeping Dragon Pill to them. Even though the hero Mo Yu had a supreme understanding that was no less than that of the master Zhang Zhenren, he almost went astray.

If I pass it on to them, it would be fine if they don't understand anything from it. What I'm afraid of is that they may understand something but not understand it thoroughly, and instead think about it day and night and cannot help but develop mental demons.

"Yu'er, you and your Grand Master are both born with a clear mind, but the majority of people in this world are still ordinary people."

"Master, I know that you have an open and selfless nature, but there are some things that would be more harmful than beneficial for ordinary people like us to know." Song Yuanqiao patted the shoulder of Mo Yu, a group hero, with great satisfaction and emotion, and said with a chuckle, "From now on, you should do as Grand Master said. If you don't meet a true master, don't pass on the knowledge. Only when you meet a true master will you pass it on."

"Disciple understands."

The hero Mo Yu nodded to indicate that he understood.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me about your future plans."

Song Yuanqiao smiled and gently changed the subject, looking at the hero Mo Yu with a kind and gentle gaze, as if he was looking at his grown-up son.

"With your current strength, the martial arts world is vast, but you can go anywhere. The ban on Wudang disciples leaving the mountain without permission no longer restricts you. Whether you continue to stay in Wudang Mountain to cultivate in seclusion or go out to explore the martial arts world is entirely up to you."

Regarding this, the hero Mo Yu had already made plans before joining the Wudang Sect.

But he never thought that this day would come so soon, and he never thought that when he came out of the mountain, he would have the strength of a first-class master.

"I've heard that my Wudang Nine Yang Gong, Emei Nine Yang Gong, and Shaolin Nine Yang Gong all originated from the Nine Yang Divine Art, so I plan to go to Emei and Shaolin to exchange ideas. Perhaps these two profound internal skills will be of some inspiration to me."

Mo Yu bowed and told the group of heroes what he was going to do.

If he wanted to do such a thing, he naturally had to get the consent of his master and acting head, Song Yuanqiao. After all, he was going to pay homage to the master as a third-generation disciple of Wudang.

This kind of thing will have some impact on one's own sect.

Song Yuanqiao held his beard and thought deeply. He was well versed in Yi principles and had been in charge of Wudang for many years on behalf of his master Zhang Sanfeng. How could he not hear the unfinished meaning in the words of the hero Mo Yu?

What he did was definitely not just a simple exchange of ideas. He was probably going straight for the other person's martial arts secrets.

As for why Song Yuanqiao had this idea, well, all we can say is that he was young once.

"Five years ago, your Grand Master, in order to save Zhang Wuji, the son of your late Fifth Uncle, proposed exchanging martial arts techniques with the Shaolin and Emei sects. However, neither side agreed. Even when your Grand Master personally took Wuji to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, they ultimately returned empty-handed."

"Yu'er, although you are a genius, it is not easy to gather the martial arts of the three schools."

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, remained expressionless, as it was not like he had not read the original novel.

Even without mentioning the grudges and disputes between the two major sects of Shaolin and Wudang, the mere fact of who is the number one in the world today is enough to make the two families fall apart.

Although Zhang Sanfeng had extraordinary skills, he could not really rob the sect by force. After all, it was the sect to which his master, Monk Jueyuan, had devoted his life.

Not to mention Emei, which is a new sect like Wudang, but lacks a patriarch like Zhang Sanfeng to maintain its dominance. Its current power is entirely dependent on Nun Miejue and the Sword of the Heavenly Sword.

However, seven years ago in Wudang, Nun Miejue made a fool of herself in front of so many people, and even the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was confiscated by Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang. If Emei were to submit to Wudang again and give away its martial arts skills, how would it have the face to stay in the martial arts world?

It can be said that the difficulty of acquiring the skills of both schools is ridiculously high!

Seeing that Mo Yu was not moved at all among the heroes, Song Yuanqiao knew that most geniuses like him had their own ideas.

And once a person makes up his mind, no one outside can change it.

"Not long ago, Emei sent someone to visit Wudang for a fellowship, and the relationship between the two sects has eased somewhat."

Song Yuanqiao said as he took a sword from behind the seated Zhenwu statue and handed it to Mo Yu, the hero of the group. "This is the Yitian Sword. Back then, we agreed to keep it for Emei for seven years. Now, there are only a few months left until the seven-year period. You should return it when you visit Emei."

The hero Mo Yu did not refuse and respectfully stretched out his hands to take it.

"Yu'er, you have lofty ambitions. This is all I can do for you. I hope you can always hold on to your true heart and walk on the right path. Don't be too eager for quick success and instant benefits and fall into the evil path."

Song Yuanqiao earnestly taught the hero Mo Yu a set of profound principles that the elders had already learned many times.

However, the hero Mo Yu did not show any impatience and listened quietly to his master's teachings until noon.

(End of this chapter)