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

Chapter 124 I, Mo Yu, will definitely surpass the Immortal Daying!
After listening to Lu Linglong's soft words, Lu Jin glanced outside the door and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Mo Yu stepped in. The morning light slanted in from the open door. The tea set on the wooden table in the room reflected a faint luster, and the air was faintly filled with the fragrance of tea.

Lu Jin sat at the head of the table, his thin figure draped in a plain robe. His white beard twitched slightly, his gaze fixed steadily on Mo Yu. He lifted his teacup and took a gentle sip. The bottom of the cup made a slight "click" sound as it touched the table, breaking the silence in the room.

"You want to become my disciple and learn the third level of Ni Sheng?"

Lu Jin's deeply wrinkled old face was full of doubts, and the scrutiny in his eyes was faint. It was obvious that he was a little confused about Mo Yu's intentions.

He wasn't a naive little girl like Lu Linglong. His rhetoric about "the irreversible metallization of the right arm, which could only be saved by the third level of reverse birth," might have fooled a little girl, but how could Lu Jin, an old fox, believe it? The Wudang martial arts library wasn't that poor.

This is indeed the case. Fenghou Qimen's method of Qi circulation alone can solve Mo Yu's current troubles. However, the hero Mo Yu is not willing to accept such a simple re-cultivation. He insists on using all the materials at hand and is not satisfied with a single method.

Facing Lu Jin's question, Mo Yu didn't hesitate at all. He bent his knees and knelt down to kowtow, his forehead touching the ground. His voice was low and earnest: "Disciple sincerely wishes to become your disciple."

Lu Jin's eyes twitched slightly when he heard this, and the doubt in his eyes deepened.

In this era, young people are more stubborn than each other. They don’t respect heaven or earth, and they think they are the biggest.

During the Chinese New Year, they would feel extremely embarrassed to kowtow to elders they are not very familiar with, not to mention those who are not related to them by blood.

Mo Yu, a seemingly lazy but actually arrogant genius, has even tougher legs and feet, especially those who play with swords, who prefer to break rather than bend.

If you really do something that humiliates yourself and hurts your spirit, once this energy is lost, all your sword energy will be wasted.

"Sincerely?" Lu Jin narrowed his eyes, his tone calm but testing. "Regarding your right arm, I don't think you need to reach the third level of Reincarnation. Can't Wudang's methods cure this problem of yours?"

Old Master Lu lowered his eyes and stared at Mo Yu, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to cut open his thoughts.

Lu Linglong, who was standing aside, had a hint of anxiety in her eyes and whispered, "Grandpa, Brother Mo Yu really wants to learn, why don't you take him in?"

Lu Jin glanced at Lu Linglong, and seeing her eager look, the corners of his mouth twitched as he whispered, "Linglong, go out first. I want to talk to this guy alone."

Girls can't be kept at home when they grow up. This sweet and caring little girl has only been around for a few years, but she has already started to become disloyal.

Lu Linglong was stunned, a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes, "Grandpa..." She wanted to say something else, but Lu Jin interrupted her with a wave of his hand, his tone becoming a little tougher: "Get out."

Lu Linglong curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, so she turned around and left. Before leaving, she stole a glance at Mo Yu with a hint of worry in her eyes, and walked out of the door slowly.

The morning light shone on her back, casting a slender shadow, which then disappeared outside the door frame.

The room was quiet again, and the water in the teacup reflected the faint light, with fine ripples appearing.

Lu Jin sat still, his gaze fixed gravely on Mo Yu. He whispered, "Get up! Stop kneeling." He paused, tapping his fingers on the table. Doubt lingered in his eyes, and his tone grew a bit colder. "Tell me, what are you planning, kid? I'm too old to play games with you."

Mo Yu knelt on the ground but didn't get up. He simply straightened his back, his eyes revealing a sense of calmness as he began to explain, "Actually, you misunderstood. I'm just connected to Wudang through some connection between my ancestors. The elders of Wudang took pity on me and gave me a Tai Chi manual. Taoist Master Yunlong trained with me for a month, but I still haven't taken a disciple."

Traditionally speaking, the process of apprenticeship is actually a very complicated matter.

It is often difficult to distinguish between family learning and inheritance from a teacher.

Take Lu Linglong for example. The Lu family itself is a family of cultivators and can also be considered a sect. She was born a disciple of the Lu family, but she can still join other sects, and other sects will not care about her Lu family label.

Because at that time Lu Linglong had not formally become a disciple.

The same is true for Mo Yu. He just has a "connection" with Wudang. Wudang recognized him and gave him a name, which can barely be considered as their mother's home.

But this did not prevent him from becoming a disciple of other schools, because he did not have a master in Wudang.

A look of surprise flashed across Mr. Lu's eyes, and the hand holding the teacup trembled. The bottom of the cup knocked lightly on the table, making a slight sound.

Didn't find a disciple? Mo Yu, this kid, actually hasn't found a disciple yet? Did he reach this level of cultivation on his own?

Lu Jin didn't know much about Mo Yu, but he thought he was an exceptionally talented junior. He was decisive, ruthless, and quick-witted. He admired his ruthless treatment of Quan Xing and his determination to confront Tiantong Taoist Zhang Zhiwei.

But Lu Jin never asked anyone to investigate Mo Yu's background. After all, this method was dishonorable and completely unnecessary unless there was a conflict of interest. No one wanted to be thoroughly investigated by others.

"In that case, why don't you become a disciple of the old Heavenly Master?" Lu Jin tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He whispered, "I, Lu Jin, can barely be considered a figure in the world of extraordinary people, but I don't have the nerve to compare with Zhang Zhiwei, the Taoist priest of Tiantong."

His words rang with a hint of bitterness. He truly wanted to take Mo Yu as his disciple, but he didn't want to delay the development of such a fine piece of jade. He narrowed his eyes, his tone steady yet tinged with self-mockery: "Selecting fine jade and carving it is a joy, but you are too gifted. I'm not sure I can polish you to perfection. Perhaps only the old Heavenly Master has the qualifications."

"Longhu Mountain's Tianshi Mansion, Zhengyi Mengwei Dao, what a prestigious name." Mo Yu lost his respectfulness at this point and knelt down, his hands tucked into his sleeves, lazily but still measured. "Besides, for me, compared to the Tianshi Mansion's thunder method, the Sanyi Sect's Nisheng III is more suitable for me."

This was half true, half false. The main reason was that it was too difficult to obtain a complete set of thunder techniques from the Tianshi Mansion. It took too long and he didn't want to wait. He stole bits and pieces from Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan, and the effect was almost the same.

As for Zhang Zhiwei's guidance, he just refused to become his disciple and shamelessly tried to get it. It was not like the old Taoist priest had not given him guidance before. If he became his disciple, it would be difficult for him to find an opportunity to fight with the old Taoist priest.

However, the triple level of reverse birth is indeed more suitable for Mo Yu. His sword move of "unsheathing" is actually this approach.

If he learns the third level of Reverse Life, he can transform his entire body into true Qi, and then unsheathe the sword. Mo Yu can really transform his body into a sword and reach the point where "sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills nineteen continents."

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Lu Jin fell into silent thought, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a slight "tapping" sound. He stared at Mo Yu, and a hint of memory flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't help but recall the time when he first joined Trinity Sect, his fellow disciples who had just joined Trinity Sect, and Li Muxuan who also exuded a spiritual aura!
That young face flashed through his mind. Lu Jin paused, his eyes becoming more complex. Of course, Mo Yu was different from Li Muxuan, completely different.

He pinched his brows, sighed softly, and said in a heavy tone: "The third level of the Reverse Life Realm cannot reach the sky, you should go and pay homage to Zhang Zhiwei."

After saying this, Lu Jin's old face with deep wrinkles looked even older, and his energy and spirit were visibly weakened. He supported himself on the table with his hands, as if he was suffocating under the weight of memories.

The surface of the water in the teacup trembled slightly, reflecting his lost face.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. Although there were some rumors in the information Feng Zhenghao had provided, he had never expected to hear it from Mr. Lu himself.

Old Master Lu Jin is indeed worthy of the title of 'a flawless life'.

However, he doesn't think so.

"The third level of reverse life can reach the sky!" Mo Yu's voice was very soft, but his tone was as firm as a sword, piercing the silence in the room.

Lu Jin looked up in surprise and met the boy's gaze. His confused and lost eyes met Mo Yu's firm and restrained eyes. He could clearly feel the belief in the boy's heart.

This young man truly believed that the third level of Reverse Rebirth could lead him to the heavens. There was no hesitation in his eyes. Lu Jin had never seen such a level of determination.

Even his master, Zuo Rutong, the Great Ying Immortal, the previous generation leader of the Sanyi Sect who had gone the furthest on the road of rebirth, had something else in his eyes.

But there was no such thought in Mo Yu's bright and restrained eyes. He believed that the three levels of reverse life could reach the sky, just like believing that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

This gaze pierced Lu Jin's heart. He turned his head away, a vein in his forehead twitching slightly. The teacup in his hand shattered with a bang, fragments scattering across the table. Suppressing his inner turmoil, he whispered, "The third level of Nisheng cannot reach the heavens! It cannot reach the heavens!" His eyes were filled with pain, and his voice was hoarse. "My master, the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, had already reached the third level. He said so himself."

"The third level of Reverse Life can reach the sky!"

It was the same words, the same firmness, the same tone, but the volume was raised a bit, as deafening as a bell.

"What Immortal Daying couldn't do, as his descendant, I, Mo Yu, may be able to do!" Mo Yu straightened his back, looked at the old man with a distorted expression in front of him with a burning gaze, and said loudly: "A disciple does not have to be inferior to his master. The disciple learns from the master and the disciple is worse than the master. You should understand this principle!"

"If future generations cannot stand on the shoulders of their ancestors and make further progress, then what is the point of their sacrifices?!"

"Admit your mistakes, face your mistakes, and then change your mistakes! Surpass yourself! Go one step further!"

"I think this was what Chief Zuo intended back then."

Mo Yu bowed his head again, knocking his forehead against the blue bricks. The muffled sound of "dong" shook the tea fragrance slightly. "Disciple Mo Yu, please join the Trinity School and continue to practice the Dharma to prove the way to heaven!"

Lu Jin's body trembled upon hearing this, and the pain in his eyes seemed to have cracked open at the sound of these words. He stared down at Mo Yu, his eyes filled with complex emotions. His palms were clenched on the table, his knuckles clenched white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed even more violently.

His throat rolled, as if he was choked by the young man's determination, and he said hoarsely: "You..." He paused, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself, "Master's original intention..."

The room was as silent as death. The morning light shone on Mo Yu's lowered head, casting a soft halo.

A stream of white Qi surged out, quietly closing the open door and blocking out the sunlight. A whisper came out from the old man's lips, entered the young man's ears, and no one else could hear it.

The Ni Sheng San Li, who was once described by another young man as "the only one in the world in the Xuanmen", has gained another successor after many years.

(End of this chapter)