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

Chapter 213 Is this Zhou Zhiruo?
"Senior Brother Moyu!"

A girl's clear, bell-like voice came from outside the door, carrying a vibrant energy. Mo Yu, who had just transmigrated, was slightly taken aback.

After a moment of blank thought, his mind finally found the relevant information from memories of several months ago.

"Junior Sister Zhou, it's been a long time."

Mo Yu wanted to put his hands behind his back, but unfortunately his right arm was injured and frozen into an icicle by the Cold Iron Armor, so he couldn't do such a difficult move.

But it's nothing. During the days when his right arm was metallized, he got used to life without 'Little Right'.

Zhou Zhiruo pushed open the door and entered, looking Mo Yu up and down.

That familiar, languid air washed over me, exactly like the image I remembered.

'No, it's different... He's become stronger!'

A hint of amazement flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.

She felt this most deeply; Mo Yu was only three years older than her, making them peers.

When they first met, their cultivation levels were roughly equal.

After Mo Yu's guidance and battle that night, she returned and practiced diligently, quickly condensing her inner strength into internal power and entering the second-rate realm.

She thought her progress in cultivation was already incredibly fast, and even her master and uncles praised her for her extraordinary talent.

But when I saw Mo Yu again at the same time, he had already reached the same level as his master, Abbess Miejue.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes dimmed, and she sighed softly, her tone tinged with disappointment: "I thought that when we met again, I would be able to fight my senior brother with all my might, but I didn't expect this."

Unexpectedly, her hard work not only failed to bring them closer, but instead made the chasm even deeper and more unfathomable.

"If you want to fight me with all your might, it's not impossible."

Mo Yu leaned against the table, his voice lazy yet carrying a hint of profound meaning.

He came into this world for the Emei Nine Yang Skill.

Bei Jinyi is gentle and calm, not easily fooled; in contrast, Zhou Zhiruo is easier to win over.

This is not to say that Zhou Zhiruo has a low IQ. On the contrary, she is more quick-witted, but her temperament is not as calm as Bei Jinyi's.

"really?"

Zhou Zhiruo tilted her head and glanced at him sideways, a sly glint in her eyes, and a playful smile appeared on her lips, "Senior brother, you're not going to say anything naughty, are you?"

"?"

Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl in front of him in disbelief.

Is this Zhou Zhiruo?
That gentle and delicate junior sister from Emei would actually speak to him in such a tone that was half-scolding and half-coquettish?
Is something wrong?

Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face flushed slightly, but she did not look away from him.

In her memory, her senior brother Mo Yu was extremely oblivious to feelings. If she didn't be direct, he would probably pretend to be deaf and dumb forever, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring her feelings.

Does she like me?

One of the three great illusions of life surfaced in Mo Yu's mind, but he quickly rejected it.

After the initial shock caused by the contrast between his persona and reality, he quickly regained his composure and began to think about the reasons behind it.

This wisdom was given to him despite his ordinary appearance.

He believed he didn't have the qualities to make someone fall in love at first sight, and if such a thing happened, it would definitely be for ulterior motives!
This is not self-deprecation, but a rational judgment based on reality.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and quickly retrieved all memories related to Zhou Zhiruo from his mind, analyzing them one by one.

In the original novel "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", people often remember Zhang Wuji's tragic background, but few people pay attention to Zhou Zhiruo's background.

The hatred for her family and country, the tragic deaths of her parents and brothers at the hands of the Yuan army, coupled with the patriotism instilled in her by Abbess Miejue, had already left a deep imprint on her heart. According to Mo Yu's analysis, if Zhou Zhiruo's life goals were listed, repaying her master's kindness and revitalizing her sect, and avenging her family and driving out the Mongol Yuan dynasty, these two would definitely be the top two.

To achieve this, she needs power—a powerful ally capable of overturning the situation.

Ultimately, it was concluded that Zhou Zhiruo's 'heart flutter' for him, on the surface, was a young girl's infatuation, but in reality, it was more of an affirmation of his strength and a projection of her future.

This feeling is not pure affection, but a complex mix of utilitarianism and calculation.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu felt much more at ease rather than dissatisfied.

Who made his feelings impure?

He finds it hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. If he encounters someone so devoted that she asks for nothing in return, it will only cause him a headache.

Even for Feng Shayan, her feelings for him were more about self-interest and calculation than genuine affection, at least initially.

Having figured out Zhou Zhiruo's purpose, Mo Yu knew how to face her.

He straightened up, picked up a calligraphy brush from the table, and with a light flick of the brush tip, drew a seven-colored crack in the air.

He turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo, a slight smile playing on his lips, his voice low and seductive: "I've recently learned some strange and magical techniques. If Junior Sister Zhou trusts me, why not try them out?"

Zhou Zhiruo's gaze was drawn to the crack, her pupils contracted slightly, clearly shocked by this extraordinary sight.

She looked up, met Mo Yu's gaze for a moment, and gently bit her lower lip:
"Alright, I believe Senior Brother Moyu!"

The girl plunged into the seven-colored rift, and in the blink of an eye, the scene before her eyes changed drastically.

Zhou Zhiruo found herself in a huge Tai Chi martial arts arena, with a slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram beneath her feet, spanning thousands of meters, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, it was difficult to distinguish reality from illusion, while golden light could be faintly seen shimmering on the distant horizon.

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring the hem of her blue dress and bringing a touch of coolness. The faint fragrance of pine trees in the air made her almost forget that she was in an illusion.

In reality, Mo Yu blinked his slightly dry eyes and casually placed the two-dimensional Zhou Zhiruo's body on the table.

The illusions and such were just something he made up on the spot.

He remembered this trick when Qin Shi Mo Yu used a replica of his Blood Sea Hell to train Princess Hong Lian, but he never had the chance to test it.

Inside the Taiji Heavenly Palace, Zhou Zhiruo looked around blankly, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze, her black hair moving with the wind.

She looked down at her body, the sensation incredibly real.

When you lightly touch your arm with your fingertips, the warmth and softness of the skin are exactly the same as the real body, and even the flow of meridians in the body is exactly the same.

She tried to lift her foot and gently bounce, and a natural tremor ran through her chest. The realism of the physics engine made her blush and her heart beat faster.

"What an amazing illusion! It feels just like the real thing..."

Zhou Zhiruo murmured to herself, her eyes filled with amazement, "Senior Brother Mo Yu can so easily create my body in this illusion, doesn't that mean..."

In an instant, countless images flashed through the girl's mind—various poses and scenes, making her cheeks burn with shame.

She shook her head violently, covering her face with her hands, trying to dispel the wild thoughts: "No, no, how can I think about him like that! Senior Brother Mo Yu would never do such a thing!"

Just as she was trying to calm herself down, a deep voice came from behind her: "What appears here is not your original body, but your consciousness."

Zhou Zhiruo was startled and turned around. She saw Mo Yu, dressed in a black Taoist robe, standing not far away, his face appearing even more mature.

With a wave of her hand, the air rippled, and another 'Zhou Zhiruo' appeared out of thin air, looking exactly like her.

"I will control this puppet, which is slightly weaker than you, to fight you. Don't you want to fight with all your might? Come on."

Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath to calm her girlish thoughts:
"Alright, then please give me your guidance, senior brother!"

(End of this chapter)