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

Chapter 122 This injury requires a heavy blow!

Inside the small bamboo house, Mo Yu's eyelids trembled slightly and he woke up slowly.

The evening light slanted in through the bamboo windows, and the golden-orange afterglow cast long shadows in the house. Tiny points of light danced on the wood grain, casting a warm glow on the mottled ceiling.

He blinked twice, and in his daze he thought it was the morning light.

"you're awake?"

Feng Shayan leaned on a bamboo chair, holding a book in her hand, glancing at the soft sunset outside the window. She saw him open his eyes, and with a wave of her hand, the water cup on the table fell into her palm under the influence of her ability, and then handed it to Mo Yu.

The glass water cup reflects a faint golden edge in the sunset.

Mo Yu didn't move or say a word, just staring quietly at the wood grain on the ceiling that was dyed red by the dusk glow.

The memories in his mind kept flashing through like fragments, the meridians in his body became a mess, the Qi flow was stagnant, and it stirred up a dull pain in his internal organs.

Being affected to that extent by Xia He's breathing muscles, an ordinary person would have gone crazy, with the Qi and blood rushing back to the Dandan and died.

Afterwards, he used the meaning of the Bodhidharma Sutra to blur his own reality and merge with the sword of the Heavenly Sword, and slashed out the Sword of Hell - Zhuxian.

The fact that will influences reality and even distorts reality is indeed an unchanging law in all extraordinary worlds.

But after being distorted, the cold backlash of the rules of the material world is equally merciless.

Even if Mo Yu forcibly fused an ordinary iron sword, he would have been poisoned by heavy metals by now. Carbon-based organisms and silicon-based organisms are two completely different directions.

But the weapon he fused was a divine weapon like the Yitian Sword, and the sharp edge entered his body, so the price he paid was even higher.

Hua Jian's right arm had lost all feeling, it was numb as a stone, he felt nauseous and his muscles trembled involuntarily.

The light of the setting sun fell on his right arm, making the skin pale and almost transparent, with a faint hint of metallic coldness.

The lung metal is burning with pain, and every breath feels like a knife scraping the throat; the kidney water is deficient, and cold sweat oozes from the palm of the left hand if you exert the slightest force.

The meridians in the body were in a mess, and even if the hero Mo Yu came, he would not be able to recognize that this thing was built by him.

Mo Yu struggled to get up and took the cup of water with his still-moving left hand. His wrist was shaking violently as he brought the cup to his mouth. Half of the water in the cup spilled before it even reached his lips.

A slender hand reached out, firmly grasped his trembling wrist, and brought the cup of water to his lips, the movement was gentle but not to be refused.
Mo Yu took a sip of water, and the coolness flowed into his throat. The burning pain in his chest and lungs was slightly relieved, and he felt better overall.

He leaned weakly on the pillow and turned to look at Feng Shayan, his eyes mixed with fatigue and curiosity, his voice hoarse: "In my current state, I am almost a useless person. Don't you mind?"

Feng Shayan rolled her eyes at him and said in a sharp tone, "You can treat me as a powerful woman, but please don't treat me as an idiot."

With a light snort, he threw the "Dharma Sutra" in his hand back into Mo Yu's arms, and turned the pages with a bit of disdain. He read it for the whole day but didn't understand a single word.

"Tsk," Mo Yu smacked his lips, his mouth curled slightly, revealing a playful yet slightly sad expression. He squinted at Feng Shayan, his tone lazily revealing a hint of teasing, "I thought you were going to do something sentimental, like 'holding your hand, growing old together, till death do us part', but you still think my body can be fixed?"

"Oh, you still expect me to act out a sad drama with you?" Feng Shayan sneered when she heard that. A hint of mischief flashed in her eyes, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, with a hint of ridicule.

Then she cleared her throat and swayed to Mo Yu's side, her voice deliberately tinged with an exaggerated tone: "Oh, oh, oh, Brother Mo Yu, even if you're half dead now, I'll still stick to you and never break up. How about that?"

"It's just okay, not like Qiong Yao." Mo Yu leaned lazily against the pillow, glanced at her, his tone was flat and annoying, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly.

Where does "love" exist in this world? It's just a mixture of lust and profit.

It’s just that some people are smart and have a longer-term vision, so they won’t abandon you immediately when something happens.

Some people are short-sighted and can only see the bottom of things with their narrow vision. They will leave you when they encounter a little setback.

"I'm going to rest for a while. Please keep an eye on me and don't let anyone disturb me."

"Okay, I understand." Feng Shayan responded softly, her eyes slightly narrowed, revealing some understanding.

Seeing Feng Shayan nodded and understood what he meant, Mo Yu lay back down and closed his eyes.

His physical condition is extremely bad now, and his Taiyi fighting method alone is no longer able to save the situation. At this time, he must use a heavy punch and his trump card - shaking people off!
His consciousness sank into the sea of ​​knowledge, and the Taoist's soul in the Taiji Heavenly Palace reached the Second Heavenly Palace in an instant, and stopped in front of the jade steps of the majestic throne of the tyrant's soul.

"Hey, isn't this the war maniac? How come you're so lame after two days of not seeing you?" The tyrant's soul leaned against the throne, a strange grin on his lips, and he looked at the Taoist's soul with a playful look in his eyes. He had already roughly guessed the purpose of his visit.

"Ahem, give me a hand, brother. I'm pretty badly injured this time." The Taoist's spirit coughed awkwardly twice. The trouble with metallizing the body wasn't just a matter of true Qi. This method was quite similar to how Bai Yifei and the Red Eyebrow Dragon Snake transformed flesh and blood in exchange for power.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse depends entirely on your own ability.

If there is a way to get a practice method that suits your current situation, it would be to transform from ordinary spiritual roots to extraordinary spiritual roots. Not only will the injury no longer be a burden, but your strength can also be improved to a higher level.

But if you can't find a suitable method, your spiritual roots will be wasted and you will suffer from all kinds of injuries. It would be better to kill yourself early and reincarnate less.

After teasing for a few words, the tyrant's soul closed his eyes and sensed the condition of Mo Yu's physical body. His eyes twitched and he glanced at the Taoist's soul in annoyance.

"When did you lose Chunyang?"

The Taoist's soul turned his head to look at the sky, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be deaf and dumb. Well, this Fenghou Qimen is really mysterious. Look at this Qimen situation, there are more than 4,000 variations.

The tyrant's soul twitched his face and was too lazy to poke him in the sore spot. After all, this body belonged to the Taoist's soul, and there was no point in interfering too much.

"You have someone else's Qi in your body, and you can no longer follow your original path." The tyrant's soul glanced at him and made a clear judgment after understanding the condition of his physical body.

"I've tried it. In fact, my Taiyi fighting method can dissolve this part of Qi, but I didn't do it that way." The Taoist's soul was too lazy to pretend at this time, and shrugged and said.

"Oh? Why?" The tyrant's soul raised his eyebrows, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He remembered that he had boasted a lot about how powerful the Nine Suns construction was. It had the mechanisms, the values, and it could even fix bugs. Why did this war maniac suddenly not want to fix it?

"There's no reason. I just suddenly feel that I don't have to follow the same path as you. I'll get bored of playing with the same character template all the time." The Taoist's soul curled his lips indifferently. If he really wanted to play, he could just switch to the physical body of the hero Mo Yu.

"Is that so? Yeah, this really can't bring out our greatest advantage." The Tyrant's soul nodded, a hint of recognition flashed in his eyes, but he didn't force him to go with the Nine Yang construction. If it doesn't work, he can just rebuild it later.

Anyway, with their talents, retaking the course is like a piece of cake, there is no pressure at all.

As for the lack of power, methods of borrowing power from other areas have been developed. If you really encounter any threat, you can just use the Tongtian Lu to ask others for help. There is nothing to be afraid of.

"Tao says there are three thousand great ways, Buddha says there are eighty-four thousand methods. No one knows which way will lead to the end. Trying other ways may be the best solution for us." The tyrant's soul supported his head with one hand, his eyes slowly swept towards the shadow of Feng Hou Qimen that appeared in the air, and the methods of practicing Qi such as Tongtian Lu, Ju Ling Qian Jiang, Jin Guang Mantra and Tai Chi Jin passed through his mind like flowing water.

Perhaps it would be better to let Zhan Kuang learn the martial arts from his world, and then make some improvements and integrations on his own.

During this trip to Mount Longhu, the old Taoist priest, Lu Jin and other old guys of the older generation are over a hundred years old but still very agile. The road to immortality cannot be put all on one basket. What if the Nine Yang Construction cannot lead to immortality?

"That's right. If I really want to continue on my original path, the best choice is for you and I to merge into one." The Taoist's soul put his hands in his sleeves, his tone lazy and a little casual. If they were to take the same path, they might as well just merge into one.

The tyrant's soul closed its eyes and pondered, thoughts surging in its eyes.

Things are different now. He now has more and more skills at hand. If he wants to create another one, with his perfectionist nature, he must use everything he has.

But what he lacked was a backbone who could hold the situation together.

The most suitable one might be the Golden Light Curse, but the subsequent thunder spells were basically unsuccessful.

The origin of Qi body is a good choice, but he still has fragmented thoughts in his mind and cannot remember the whole article.

The Wudang Nine Yang Gong is not of high enough quality. If he had the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, it might work, but Mo Yu has already lost his virginity and he does not have this skill.

After much deliberation, the Tyrant's spirit told the other spirit everything about this mess, and finally said, "I'll probably be able to reach Peach Blossom Island in ten days or half a month. By then, I'll have the Nine Yin Manual, which might serve as the main framework for my new technique."

The Taoist's spirit pondered for a moment after hearing this, but waved his hand: "No, I might think of a better option."

The Taoist's soul thought of the information about the alien world that Feng Zhenghao had given him. When he first met the old Taoist priest, Lu Jin suspected that he was using the spirit of a god.

Out of curiosity about the spirits of the gods, he carefully read the relevant information about Mr. Lu, and then he traced it to a sect that was once famous but now deserted - the Sanyi Sect.

"When dispersed, it becomes qi; when gathered, it becomes form—the third level of reverse birth!"

"It is said that this technique can reach the sky and ascend to heaven after practicing to the third level. You should be quite interested in it." The Taoist's soul curled his lips slightly and glanced at the tyrant's soul with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"You bastard, you knew I was interested, so why didn't you just go and find a way to get it?" The Tyrant's Soul slammed the table in anger, gritting his teeth and saying, "Be careful of this mess of meridians you have. I won't help you fix it. You'll be paralyzed for the rest of your life!"

(End of this chapter)