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

Chapter 1 Song Qingshu? Just a Roadside

As a social animal who grew up reading online literature.

Mo Yu naturally also fantasized about whether he would have the opportunity to become a giant if he was really born in another world.

Unfortunately I never had the chance to try it.

The chains of order in modern society are too strong.

For a man like him with a wild heart, it was like Monkey King under the Five Elements Mountain, pressing him to the point of suffocation.

Even turning over and changing lying position is difficult.

"Meow, why do I have to go to this B class?"

After working for a whole day, Mo Yu dragged his heavy body and leaned back on the chair.

Taking a quick glance at the now empty company, he skillfully opened layers of folders, found Steam from a hidden folder, and casually opened his private QQ.

It's so funny. The boss doesn't really think that he will work overtime if he stays, right?
What's the point of working like that when he doesn't get any overtime pay?

Genshin Impact, bah, he doesn’t play the original version.

Warhammer 3: Soul Start!

"Huh? Why is it stuck? Is it another mod conflict?"

"Holy crap, this is impossible, it just crashed?!"

Mo Yu tapped the keyboard and mouse twice in frustration, then reached out and pressed the restart button on the host computer helplessly.

There was a crackling sound and the lights in the office flickered.

Mo Yu twitched for a while, and then his eyes fell into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yu staggered to his feet from under the table.

"Hiss, my head hurts. Did I go astray from practicing the side stitch? According to my deduction, there should be absolutely no problem."

"No, where is this? Have I traveled back in time again?"

Mo Yu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar modern facilities around him and couldn't help but frown.

In his memory, he should be in the world of heroes at this moment.

It had only been less than two months since he entered Wudang with the letter of recommendation from Nanxian. Even just a moment ago, he was still experimenting with the 'basic framework of energy circulation within the human body' that he had deduced. However, he didn't expect to be back in time in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged on a chair, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

A quarter of an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and a barely perceptible energy emerged from his body.

"Fortunately, the internal energy I brought from the world of heroes is still effective in this world."

Although it is a bit regrettable that he has not yet obtained the many magical skills in the world of heroes.

At this moment, Mo Yu only remembered "Basic Internal Power·Popular Edition" and "Basic Internal Power·Wudang Edition" in his mind. The former was almost covered by the latter with only slight differences.

"Tsk, never mind. With the basic framework for building an internal energy circulation system in hand, if I give myself some time, I might be able to create a god-level technique."

Mo Yu's mentality was very stable. He only felt a little regretful, but he did not have any hatred.

He quickly recovered, closed the running game and opened a website with 3D models of human anatomy.

"It's true that you only regret not having enough knowledge when you need it. When I was in school, I complained that the anatomy teacher had too much on the blackboard and I couldn't even copy it all. Now when I need it, I have to summarize and find it myself."

"Looking at it this way, traveling back in time isn't bad. Not only can I catch up on the knowledge I missed, but I can also focus on studying my internal skills without being used like a meat stick by Song Qingshu's ass every day."

Mo Yu muttered, looking very relaxed.

The world of heroes, Wudang Mountain.

"What the hell is this for?"

Mo Yu rubbed his slightly sore head.

Looking around, what I saw was an extremely simple room.

Apart from the bed under his butt, there was not even a wardrobe in the room.

Apart from bedding and pillows, there were only a few books and some scattered draft papers on the bed.

Ignore the draft paper that is densely covered with a bunch of incomprehensible nouns.

Mo Yu picked up a few books and took a look.

"Basic Internal Skills"? Good stuff!
When Mo Yu saw the words on the cover clearly, he instantly became alert.

I opened the book with great joy and took a look.

He suddenly felt his spirit was shocked.

It was as if he was under a sleeping spell. He barely managed to get through it and read a few pages carefully, suppressing the discomfort.

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and threw it aside.

"Damn it! The memories of the dead are still attacking me. This is like mixing my most annoying anatomy and physiology classes together, with a little pharmacology sprinkled in as a seasoning. The resulting Nine-Turn Large Intestine is full of mental attacks at a glance."

Mo Yu temporarily gave up the idea of ​​delving into basic internal skills.

Although internal strength is indeed very attractive to him, the hypnotic effect of knowledge pollution is really hard for him to resist, and he can only slowly understand it in the future.

Picked up another one.

"Wudang Internal Power"!
In terms of volume alone, it was twice as thick as the previous one. Mo Yu flipped through two pages and found that the two were almost the same.

They were all the kind that his brain couldn't digest, so he just tossed them aside and picked up another one.

"Basic Sword Technique"?
It can be clearly seen that compared with the first two books of internal martial arts secrets whose pages are a bit loose and about to be torn apart, this book of external martial arts secrets is so new that it can be said that it is perfect for girls to use for themselves.

It is easy to imagine that the original owner just flipped through it and threw it aside to collect dust.

Mo Yu originally thought that the knowledge pollution in this book of basic swordsmanship was even worse.

After making sufficient mental preparations, I opened the pages of the book with a confused expression as if I had eaten shit.

"?" A big question mark appeared on his forehead.

"Hiss, Madou Bridge." Mo Yu finished reading a page in two or three glances.

Not only did his brain easily absorb the knowledge in the book, but when he saw the patterns interspersed in the book, an image of a sword-wielding figure practicing the thirteen basic sword techniques appeared in his mind.

And when the sword-wielding figure danced with the sword in his mind, he could clearly perceive where there were problems with his movements and where they did not conform to the key points in the book.

When Mo Yu turned the last page of the sword manual, a feeling emerged in his heart.

He has completely mastered this sword manual, so the book is no longer useful and can be thrown away.

But when he looked through this book of basic swordsmanship again, he no longer had the feeling of understanding it at a glance, grasping it immediately, and being able to apply it to other situations as if he were divinely assisted.

It’s not that I can’t bear to look at it, I can only say that it’s like jug wax, which is not bad but has no taste at all.

Afterwards, Mo Yu read through "Basic Boxing" and "Wudang Changquan" one after another.

When a loud rooster crowed outside the door.

Mo Yu belatedly realized what was happening and looked out the window, only to see a few rays of sunlight shining on the screen.

"Did I actually read a book all night? It didn't feel like much time had passed."

Mo Yu was just now shocked to realize that a whole night had passed.

This state was like when he was in school and was so engrossed in reading a novel that before he knew it, a whole day had passed.

But the difference is that when I first read a novel all night, I always felt a little tired and empty.

I spent the whole night reading sword and boxing manuals.

Mo Yu was still full of energy at this moment. Not only did he not feel weak at all, but he felt full of energy and strength.

"Is it because of the internal force within my body? Or is it the spiritual satisfaction I gained from mastering the three martial arts? Or is it because the mastery of the three martial arts naturally boosts my internal force even further?"

Mo Yu was not very clear about it, but he was generous and not fussy by nature, so he did not delve into the issue.

He was just very happy that he had mastered three martial arts and had figured out how to operate his internal energy by instinct, and he instinctively desired to obtain more advanced martial arts secrets.

This state was just like when he was so engrossed in reading a novel before traveling through time that after finishing it all at once, he always felt empty inside, as if he had a slight withdrawal reaction.

The dopamine produced in the brain when reading these martial arts secrets is several times more than when reading exciting novels!
If he had run out of books, Mo Yu would have wanted to swim in the ocean of knowledge 24 hours a day, without eating, drinking or sleeping.

The feeling was so wonderful that Mo Yu even suspected that he had taken Wu Shi San.
"Senior Brother Mo Yu, Senior Brother Mo Yu, please get up soon."

"It's time for morning exercises. If we're late, Senior Brother Song Qingshu will be unhappy again."

There was a rapid knock on the door shortly after the rooster crowed.

When Mo Yu opened the door, he saw a young Taoist priest about fifteen or sixteen years old, who was knocking on the door and calling him while putting on a Taoist robe.

By the way, Mo Yu's body is also very young at the moment. He just turned eighteen, which is the best time in his life.

It is much stronger than his previous 24-year-old body.

With the extraordinary energy of internal force in his body, he felt like a superman at this moment, who could kill a cow with one punch!

"." Mo Yu looked at the little guy and was about to speak.

But he suddenly realized that he didn't know who this little guy was or what to call him, and he had no idea what his predecessor would usually say.

So I just kept silent and tried to get away with it.

As for Song Qingshu.

He knew this, after all, he grew up reading martial arts novels such as Jin Yong and Gu Zhenyu. However, due to the passage of time, Mo Yu could no longer remember the specific plot. He only remembered that Song Qingshu seemed to be a bootlicker.

Good or bad or something.

As a combat dog, Mo Yu was too lazy to comment.

But if we just talk about strength, Song Qingshu doesn't seem to have any outstanding qualities. He is just an ordinary person on the street. It is very likely that he is a loser who can't even beat Hei Zhou.

Mo Yu immediately labeled him as a small fry in his mind.

So Mo Yu didn't take the little Taoist priest's constant muttering about how walking too slowly would make the eldest brother angry to heart.

It's so funny, how dare a dog on the street care about me?
"I feel like Senior Brother Mo Yu is a little different today. He used to be sullen and a bit of a nerd, but today he's full of energy and spirit. I wonder if I can hold out a little longer under Senior Brother's hand. If I do, maybe I'll get beaten less."

The young Taoist priest looked at Mo Yu, who was in a completely different mental state beside him, and secretly criticized him as he took him all the way to the martial arts field in the back mountain.

Compared to Senior Brother Song Qingshu who beats people up every day, the young Taoist priest still prefers Senior Brother Mo Yu who was recommended to Wudang by a big shot.

Although she is a taciturn person and not very close to him, she can't resist Senior Brother Mo Yu's generosity!

Who wouldn't love a senior brother who gives you ten taels of silver every month just for helping to bring you breakfast?
Mo Yu, who had no idea that what he had in his hand was exchanged for silver, swallowed the two eggs one by one.

While chewing the steamed bun in his hand, he was still sighing that he was quite popular in Wudang, and even his younger brothers would bring him breakfast.

(End of this chapter)