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

Chapter 2: Boxing is to defeat the enemy!
Wudang Back Mountain, martial arts training ground.

It is called a training ground, but in fact it is just a flat hill.

The center area was slightly renovated, but it was just clearing away the grass and trees, and not even laying blue bricks.

When Mo Yu followed the little Taoist priest up the mountain, there were already quite a few people gathered scattered on the top of the mountain.

Someone was stretching his fists and feet in the open space.

Someone cleared a piece of space on the edge of the cliff and sat cross-legged in meditation.

There were also a few people who seemed to be on good terms with each other, sitting on a pile of strange rocks, facing the rising morning glow, eating steamed buns and chatting.

What a beautiful scene of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.

This relaxed and natural atmosphere made people like Mo Yu, who had no requirements for the environment, feel a sense of spiritual relaxation and peace.

Compared to being a cog in a big factory who has to get up in a hurry as soon as the alarm clock rings every day to rush to the subway or bus to punch in for work, it is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of life of stretching muscles and greeting the sunrise with friends is like being like a god.

After all, humans are biological beings, not machines.

Long-term repetitive work will only make a person's body and mind numb.

Even in the world of martial arts, Wudang still retains some of the true meaning of Taoist naturalness and inaction.

This may also be the reason why Taoist masters emerge in large numbers!

How can you expect a guy who is so numb that he has lost hope for the future to break through his body and mind and push his strength to a height that ordinary people can hardly reach?

With this mentality, Mo Yu started punching facing the rising sun.

The change in his state of mind gave him a different understanding of Wudang Changquan.

Yesterday, he only deduced boxing techniques from the perspective of human body structure and combat, but now he understood the true meaning of the sentence "Practicing martial arts is not only to defeat the enemy, but also to strengthen the body and defeat oneself."

Tao Te Ching says: He who conquers others is strong; he who conquers himself is mighty.

The emotion of life and the obsession with becoming stronger stimulated the internal strength in the body.

As Mo Yu practiced the boxing technique over and over again, his internal strength was naturally mobilized, flowing along the meridians that had already been laid out.
The hero Mo Yu exhausted all his efforts, using "Basic Internal Skills" and "Wudang Internal Skills" as blueprints, and combining them with his own physiological conditions, he conceived an internal energy circulation path that is structurally perfect.

However, it is inevitable that it has a bit of mechanicalness and it is difficult to achieve the state of perfection.

However, at this moment, this last flaw was made up for by Mo Yu's sudden realization.

It can be said that miracles are created by nature and are achieved by chance, which is beyond human calculation.

When the changes in Mo Yu's body were completed and he just stopped after finishing a set of punches, he heard a sound of applause and praise.

"good very good!"

Withdrew from the state of selfless concentration.

Mo Yu then realized that more than a dozen fellow disciples were watching him boxing.

The one who was clapping and cheering was a middle-aged Taoist priest with an ethereal appearance. Judging from the respectful looks given to him by the crowd, he must be a person of very high status.

Mo Yu didn't know what to say at this moment, so he bowed his head to show his respect.

I said nothing, praying that I wasn't the talkative type.

"I was worried that you might be dull and aloof, so absorbed in studying the art that you'd pursue perfection and forget the principle of the Fifty Heavenly Evolutions. Human effort is limited and perfection is impossible. Only by understanding the true nature of the Dao can one naturally strive for perfection. Now it seems I underestimated you."

The middle-aged Taoist held Mo Yu's hand warmly and told him not to be polite. His tone was full of excitement for his son to become successful, and the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Mo Yu could tell that this middle-aged Taoist who was truly happy for his own achievements must be his master.

This kind of master who truly treats his disciples as his own sons is almost extinct in modern times.

Judging from the handsome young man behind him, whose features are somewhat similar to his, this person is most likely Song Yuanqiao, the contemporary leader of Wudang Sect.

But Mo Yu didn't dare to gamble.

If you call the wrong name, whether it's embarrassing or not is another matter.

If suspicion is aroused, it will be a complete disaster!
Maybe even Zhang Sanfeng, who has been in seclusion, will jump out and give him a big fight, interrogating him about where he hid "Mo Yu".

In fact, Mo Yu's guess was correct. The middle-aged Taoist with an immortal look was Song Yuanqiao, and the person behind him was his son Song Qingshu.

Song Yuanqiao didn't take Mo Yu's unreasonable behavior of not saying a word to heart.

He also praised Mo Yu lavishly in front of all the disciples and told them to learn more from Mo Yu, as if he was using Mo Yu as an example for other children.

Song Qingshu, who was following behind Song Yuanqiao, looked a little unhappy.

Although he is the eldest brother among the third generation of Wudang disciples, in fact, a large part of his prestige comes from his father, from the fact that he is the son of Song Yuanqiao. The disciples only listen to him, Song Qingshu, to give face to Old Song.

But now Mo Yu was disrespectful to his father Song Yuanqiao, and Song Yuanqiao not only did not scold him but praised him, and even asked all the disciples to learn from Mo Yu.

If all the disciples followed Mo Yu's example and lost their fear of Song Yuanqiao, who would still listen to him, Song Qingshu?

In terms of martial arts talent alone, Song Qingshu is just above average.

The reason why he is stronger than everyone else now is simply because he is the son of Song Yuanqiao and the first third-generation disciple. He started practicing martial arts a few days earlier than the other disciples and learned advanced martial arts earlier.

After a few years, everyone will have learned advanced martial arts, and everyone will turn their potential into strength.

If Song Qingshu lost the prestige that weighed on people's hearts.

With his mediocre level, how can he suppress everyone?

As the son of Song Yuanqiao, even with his father around, Song Qingshu would not be able to suppress his contemporaries.

No matter how partial Song Yuanqiao is, he will never let him become the third generation Wudang leader!
How could Song Qingshu allow such a thing to happen before his eyes? !
"Since Junior Brother Mo Yu has gained some insights, why don't we discuss this and verify each other's understanding?"

Seeing that his father showed signs of passing on Mo Yu's martial arts, Song Qingshu, who was very familiar with Song Yuanqiao, noticed it keenly and interrupted him with the excuse of sparring.

Mo Yu, who had crawled out of the quagmire of intrigue in the information age, guessed what Song Qingshu was thinking almost instantly after seeing his expression.

He simply wanted to tread hard on the peak of his own reputation, thereby consolidating Song Qingshu's position in the eyes of many disciples. "Okay."

Mo Yu could see it clearly but didn't care. He chuckled and responded.

To Mo Yu at this moment, power has no meaning.

All he thought about was martial arts!
So he accepted the challenge without hesitation.

Fighting is fun!

The dozen or so disciples who were watching quickly left the area.

Song Yuanqiao did not stop him. After all, as the eldest senior brother, it was Song Qingshu's job to test and instruct his junior brothers' martial arts during daily morning exercises. Although Song Qingshu's words were a bit abrupt, there was nothing wrong with them.

"Junior Brother Mo, be careful."

Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with hostility, but he still forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and saluted Mo Yu with his fists clasped.

Mo Yu didn't say anything but also saluted in return.

He had never had a serious fight since he was a child, but at this moment he felt that the blood flowing in his body began to boil with every breath.

It was almost the moment when Mo Yu clasped his fists in return.

Song Qingshu rushed forward to take the initiative, taking advantage of the blind spot created by Mo Yu's fist and the impact of running, and immediately he lunged and elbowed Mo Yu.

If Mo Yu doesn't react in time, the battle can be ended with one strike!
In this world, Wudang Changquan was adapted by Zhang Sanfeng from Shaolin Changquan, and Shaolin Changquan was adapted from Taizu Changquan. Even the famous Hung Gar in later generations was based on Taizu Changquan.

Even Zhang Sanfeng was unable to completely eliminate the hostility in his boxing when he first created it.

Or perhaps it can be said that this murderous aura that can take away the energy of the three armies is the essence of this set of boxing.

Mo Yu's actual combat experience is almost zero, but his fighting talent is incredible.

Faced with a sudden and fierce attack.

Mo Yu's brain was not blank like a newcomer's. Instead, he quickly entered a state of extremely focused combat.

He used the forward elbow press technique in boxing to step back and press the elbow, avoiding the opponent's attack, and when Song Qingshu was exhausted, he blocked his elbow in front of his chest.

"color!"

The onlookers who were eating melons burst into cheers.

If they were there, they might have been caught off guard by Song Qingshu's sudden elbow strike, as it was so swift.

Even if one reacts quickly, it is difficult to withstand it as easily as Mo Yu.

Song Qingshu's face on the field had turned gloomy at this moment.

It is shameless to launch a sneak attack on a fellow disciple during a sparring match, not to mention that he is the eldest senior brother.

Not only did he fail to gain an advantage, but he was also shown off by the rude Mo Yu.

How could he bear this?

Song Qingshu's anger immediately grew stronger, and his punches became three times faster.

A set of long fist movements with great opening and closing, its momentum is like an aggressive tiger.

Mo Yu was beaten so badly that he retreated back repeatedly.

But even though he tried his best to block and dodge, he was still unable to avoid being careless and missed a few punches.

Fortunately, he was able to move back in time to absorb the force and was not hit hard, so he was not knocked to the ground.

But even so, Mo Yu could still feel a burning pain in his chest and lower abdomen where he was punched.

The upper half of his robe was soaked with cold sweat, but strangely, his mind remained extremely calm, without sadness or joy, frustration or anger.

Some people just think about the changes in moves and summarize their own shortcomings.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of fists and kicks clashed.

Song Qingshu, who still had the absolute upper hand, became more and more frightened as the fight went on.

According to past practice, Mo Yu should have been defeated by him by now, but at this moment, he stared at Mo Yu's eyes full of fighting spirit and could not see any sign of surrender.

"What the hell is going on? What's wrong with Mo Yu today? Why are you so eager to fight? Why not just lose to me? You've only been here for a few months. What's the big deal if you lose to me?"

Song Qingshu roared in his heart.

The punch he threw had already reached the limit of his ability, even though Mo Yu looked shaky, as if he could knock him down with just a little more strength.

But he really had given it his all, and he couldn't squeeze out even a drop.

Dozens of collisions occurred again.

Mo Yu was so excited about the fight that he had forgotten all his moves.

He would strike out with a palm when he should have punched. He would step forward to block when he should have retreated. He would suddenly change his tactics mid-fight, and he would confront you head-on where you should have been defending.

Song Qingshu, who was used to the moves and routines, fought in a very disgusting way.

Yes, it's just disgusting.

It looks like it should be a, but when it is typed out it turns out to be the upper half of a followed by the lower half of b. Reality is often the same as expected, yet completely different.

Song Qingshu's brain felt like it was being torn apart.

However, Song Yuanqiao, who was watching the battle on the side, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

The purpose of boxing routines is to make it easier for you to remember, smoother to practice, and to better exercise various parts of the body.

But who the hell told you to remember your combos during a fight? Just switch up your moves!
The purpose of boxing is to help you defeat your opponent. In other words, a good boxing is one that can win. Why are you always thinking about your B combo?!
(End of this chapter)