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

Chapter 91 Damn Rentiers!
The warm sunlight shines through the window onto Feng Shayan's face.

The dizziness from the hangover made her feel as if her brain had been stuffed into a washing machine and stirred violently.

The sound of keyboard tapping came from beside me.

Feng Shayan struggled to open her eyes, and the first ceiling that caught her eye didn't seem to be from her room.

Turning my head to look for the voice, I saw Mo Yu sitting cross-legged on the bed in a black vest and shorts, browsing something on a laptop.

Feng Shayan put her hand to her sore forehead, and intermittent and vague memories emerged in her mind.

In her memory, Mo Yu brought her into his room, threw her on the bed, and then sat cross-legged to practice for the whole night.

Although it is speechless, but when you think about it carefully, it is indeed something this guy would do.

He took her back to his room out of laziness, but because of his pursuit of strength, he chose to let such a beautiful woman lie on the bed while he sat cross-legged beside her to practice, not missing any time to improve his cultivation.

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Feng Shayan rubbed her temples and sat up, leaning against the head of the bed and looking at Mo Yu's back.

Perhaps because the alcohol in her body had not yet been completely metabolized, her heartbeat accelerated.

Feng Shayan could feel that she had no affection for the man in front of her. It was the female instinct of admiring the strong that drove her body to react.

No matter from which angle, such as character, will, talent, and combat power, Mo Yu is a well-deserved strong man!
Realizing that the person behind him had woken up, Mo Yu waved his hand, and the two disposable cups in the water dispenser floated to the water inlet. He pointed the water dispenser in the air and water began to flow out.

Feng Shayan glanced at the cup full of water, waved her hand, and used her own spatial ability to create two wormholes to teleport the cup directly in front of the two people.

After drinking a glass of cold water, the swelling and pain in her brain felt much better.

Mo Yu gently blew the hot steam in the cup, took a sip, felt the water was a little hot, and let it float in the air.

"You seem to enjoy using your abilities in your daily life?"

Feng Shayan stared at the floating cup of water for a long time, then asked.

"Practice is everything, whether walking, standing, sitting or lying down. Besides, if I have the ability, why wouldn't I use it?"

Mo Yu didn't turn around, but just asked casually.

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Feng Shayan was speechless.

For a successor like her who came from a formal school, the rule of not showing off one's prowess in public has been heard since childhood.

Unless necessary, even someone like her who basically only hangs out in the circle of extraordinary people will subconsciously be careful not to hide her abilities.

Not without exception.

In fact, there are often people in the circle of extraordinary people who can't hold back. Most of those people are collectively referred to as - all-natural monsters!
Feng Shayan didn't try to persuade him or say anything that she herself hated, but instead changed the subject:
"At this time, the game is about to start, right? Don't you want to watch it?"

"In the morning's matches, based on the information you provided, the only highlight was the duel between my senior brother Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing. The sorcerer's methods are of no reference value to me." Mo Yu answered casually.

"Then what are you doing now?"

Feng Shayan curiously crawled to Mo Yu's side and looked at the computer screen.

The video and document pages each occupy half of the screen.

Feng Shayan took a quick look and found that she had actually seen all these documents and videos.

It is a collection of traditional Chinese martial arts such as Baguazhang, Xingyiquan and Bajiquan. It does not include the method of practicing Qi, but various ways of exerting force are included.

After the turbulent period, when Chinese martial arts reached their peak, all major schools in existence today actually possessed this information. Although many of those martial arts masters did not understand the practice of Qi, their skills had indeed reached the pinnacle.

For this kind of good stuff, all the sects say that the purpose of cultivation is to improve one's character rather than to fight and kill, but they are not slow at all in taking action.

He racked his brains to collect all kinds of deadly boxing moves, and even resorted to dirty tricks to do so.

To even talk about a more dangerous topic, they even have the military training methods from the era of large-scale military training after the founding of the country.

Even Mo Yu's forehead throbbed when he saw this thing.

This is the most comprehensive method of training troops compiled by the founding war gods under the national system!
All I can say is that if all of these aristocratic families were killed, there would definitely be some innocent people, but if nine out of ten were killed, there would definitely be some that slipped through the net.

Mo Yu criticized the aristocratic families who were sucking blood from the country in his heart, while engraving this information firmly in his mind.

After all, in the Qin Dynasty, he actually had an army of several thousand men under his command.
This is the stuff Feng Shayan was forced to learn through rote learning as a child, and she vomited at it.

Mo Yu obtained it from Feng Zhenghao, but at a considerable price.

This is also the reason why he tacitly allowed Feng Shayan to lie on his back and have close contact with him.

How can there be so much true love in the world?
Having a partner for mutual benefit that she doesn't dislike is already a very good outcome for a girl from aristocratic family like Feng Shayan.

After reading all the information about Baguazhang, Mo Yu closed his laptop and with a wave of his hand, his Taoist robe automatically floated onto his body.

It's already ten o'clock in the morning and the second game is about to begin.

Although Mo Yu said that the sorcerer's methods were of little reference value to him, but when Senior Brother Wang Ye appeared, he, as a junior brother, still had to go and support the scene.

Mo Yu stood up and walked out of the house, Feng Shayan followed him silently.

Both of them are the type who don't talk much and have no desire to talk, which makes both of them feel a lot quieter, which is quite good.

Recalling the essentials of Baguazhang's footwork in his mind, Mo Yu mobilized the energy in his body, walked like wading through mud, and his body moved like a swimming dragon, quickly moving through the mountains and forests.

Feng Shayan followed behind him at a leisurely pace, looking at this man who was thinking about martial arts every moment in his mind, with a bit of admiration in her eyes.

She couldn't help but think in her heart, if she could have this kind of heart, maybe not, she would definitely be stronger than she is now!

After all, Mo Yu needed to spend money and opportunities to obtain the precious information, but she actually had it from the beginning.
When the two arrived at the competition venue side by side, Feng Xingtong was chatting with Zhang Chulan, who had just defeated Tang Wenlong. After seeing Feng Shayan's figure out of the corner of his eye, he turned to look at the two of them.

"Sister, Brother Mo."

Feng Xingtong greeted the two of them with a smile, but in his heart he thought it was a close call and almost blurted out calling him brother-in-law.

Feng Shayan glanced at her younger brother. She knew Feng Xingtong's little tricks very well.

Mo Yu just nodded in response and looked towards the field.

At this moment, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were already fighting.

Tai Chi and Bajiquan collide.

Mo Yu looked at it and shook his head. There was a reason why Taoist Yunlong disliked Senior Brother Wang Ye.

Although he clearly possesses excellent talent, Senior Brother Wang Ye refuses to work hard on Tai Chi, allowing his talent to go to waste.

This is like a carpenter who sees a good material, but the good material refuses to let him carve it properly, and just hangs in front of him every day!

Over the years, Taoist Yunlong was able to control his temper and not beat Wang Ye to death, which only shows that he really likes this disciple.

(End of this chapter)