Becoming a god starts from Douluo

Chapter 200 Are Geniuses

Strange places, especially a person is the loneliest.

Inside a dilapidated wooden house in the mountains.

There is no bed, no lamp, no furniture, nothing in the wooden house, only a clump of withered grass and a boy.

On the withered grass, a teenager puts his hands on the pillow and looks up at the night sky.

The stars are shining brightly in the night sky, which is extremely beautiful.

Regarding this, the young man didn't have the slightest intention of admiring it, and let out helpless sighs from time to time.

"Aren't you my life-saving talisman! Fortunately, I took you with me after crossing, it's useless at all."

The boy straightened his back and held the pendant on his chest with his right hand. Looking at the pendant, the boy became angry and complained.

The boy's name is Mo Yu, and he was a college student in Shanghai before crossing over.

Mo Yu recalled his life before time travel, it was so helpless and sad.

Before Mo Yu was five years old, he was always weak and sick. His mother spent all her savings to seek medical treatment for Mo Yu, but his condition did not improve.

Later, my mother heard from the old man in the hometown that Mo Yu might be stained with something dirty. My mother, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, can only have a glimmer of hope.

In the end, after spending money on friends' introductions and inquiries from various sources, my mother obtained a Yin-Yang Tai Chi bodyguard stone in a gymnasium.

This Yin-Yang Tai Chi Stone is like a Tai Chi Diagram, black and white are distinct, and there is nothing special about the rest.

Although my mother saw that this Tai Chi stone was extremely ordinary, but for the last only seedling of their Mo family, mother could only buy this Tai Chi stone with a fluke mentality.

Sure enough, hard work pays off.

Mo Yu didn't know why, but after wearing the Tai Chi stone, his condition gradually improved, which made his mother, who had been seeking medical treatment for many years, finally let go of her uneasiness and physical and mental exhaustion.

Mo Yu did not live up to expectations. In that year, he was admitted to the National Defense University in Shanghai. On the day he received the admission notice, Mo Yu was so excited that he could not sleep at night, and his excitement did not calm down for a long time.

However, the reality is often so cruel. My mother passed away a few months later due to years of illness.

When Mo Yu heard the bad news, his mind went blank. In this lonely room, Mo Yu was blaming himself and crying like rain.

Mo Yu thought of his childhood, when his father died in action in the army.

Only his mother was left to raise Mo Yu, and because of his frailty and sickness, Mo Yu spent all his family savings and loans from outsiders.

The mother could only support all the burdens alone. Under the pressure of years of hard work and foreign debts, the mother's body gradually weakened. After so many years, the mother finally persisted until Mo Yu was admitted to university, and then she closed her eyes and left.

Mo Yu didn't know if it was God's will tricking people, or if it should be like this.

"It seems that Mo Yu is destined to be like this, ha, ha!"

The corner of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, mocking himself with a half-smile, and tears fell down.

"Ah~~ why, why?" Mo Yu roared, and threw the liver cancer diagnosis certificate in his hand towards the cliff.

Mo Yu tremblingly squeezed the Tai Chi stone in front of his chest with his fingers. When the breeze blew past his face, his body moved with the wind and went straight to the bottom of the cliff...

When Mo Yu only thought that he was dead, Mo Yu's soul traveled to an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

At that time, Mo Yu's expression was full of disbelief and panic.

As a college student, of course he has read the novels of Crossing Flow.But Mo Yu never thought that such a thing would happen to him.

At that time, Mo Yu just wanted to die again, because he was so unlucky in the peaceful age, not to mention still in this cultivating sect that respects strength.

But after Mo Yu's head hurt a lot, Mo Yu smiled, very happy and silly, even when he received the admission notice, he never felt like this.

After the pain, Mo Yu, in the memory of the original owner, knew that he was an outer disciple in the Cultivation of Immortals sect.

Cultivation of Immortals is no stranger to Mo Yu, a college student. After becoming an immortal, he can live forever and exist in the world forever.

How could Mo Yu let go of such an opportunity? In his previous life, he suffered from illness and disease like this. Now that he has the opportunity of immortality in front of him, how can Mo Yu give up lightly.

When Mo Yu still wanted to know more about cultivating immortals in his memory, Mo Yu was shocked by the original owner's memory.

The original owner was also named Mo Yu. In the memory of the original owner, for some reason, it was only within two years.

Mo Yu didn't know what was going on, but he didn't care too much, so he looked at the original owner's memory.

Because the original owner was begging in a busy market and saw a woman about to be stabbed, the original owner went up to block the sword without hesitation. The original owner was bound to die, but the woman couldn't bear that the original owner died to save herself. It took a great price to save the original owner.

The murderer did not expect that someone would come out to block the sword at the critical moment. In order not to reveal his identity, the murderer had to evacuate quickly.

The woman had no choice but to bring the original owner to Tianjianzong for treatment. After the original owner died, even her behavior became a little stupid. The woman couldn't bear the original owner's wandering and starving to death on the street. That's why the original owner was able to keep Tianjianzong.

The Heavenly Sword Sect also conducted a spiritual root test on the original owner. It was just a waste material with very turbid spiritual roots of gold, fire, and wood. Fortunately, it was not four spiritual roots, otherwise it would have been driven away long ago.

In this regard, the several outer sect stewards of Tianjianzong were not surprised. It was quite normal for a mortal to leave a set of low-level disciple uniforms of the outer sect and let the original owner come into this dilapidated wooden house.

The rescued woman knew that it was her own fault that caused the original owner to behave like this, so the woman also tried to take care of the original owner on top of three meals a day.

But this made some people think that the original owner was pretending to be crazy, deliberately approaching the woman, and finally poisoned the original owner to death. This is how Mo Yu came from the earth now.

Regarding this experience, Mo Yu didn't know what to say.

Even though Mo Yu knew that his spiritual roots were rubbish, he would not give up, and Mo Yu gradually stayed away from women. He didn't want to cause his current self to die again because of this.

Mo Yu has also practiced desperately in the past six months, but his spiritual roots are too useless, and he is targeted by the disciples of the outer sect everywhere. Every time the cultivation resources distributed by the sect are withheld, he is squeezed out everywhere he does things.

There are no normal three meals a day, and the effort and harvest are not proportional, which also makes the body lack the physical strength needed for cultivation.

When he first time traveled, Mo Yu discovered that the Tai Chi Stone on his body had traveled with him, so Mo Yu was excited for a long time.

Blood dripping, burning, blistering, sticking the forehead to try to use soul power to communicate, and finally had to inject it with spiritual power, but the Tai Chi stone is just like an ordinary stone, useless at all, Mo Yu is a little angry, but still reluctant The Tai Chi Stone was smashed.

But God is always fair. Mo Yu has a very strong memory because of his soul travel. As long as there is no truth and the sword books and exercises imprinted by the soul of the strong, he can never forget it.

Mo Yu also relied on his photographic memory, and was sent by the steward to take care of the exercises and various martial arts of the outer disciples.

The reason why the manager dared to rest assured was because he knew that Mo Yu was a waste spirit root, and he was also a three-line waste spirit root.

The steward thought to himself, even if you practice for another 30 years, you won't be able to produce any flowers for the trash with three lines of spiritual roots.

No matter how many exercises Mo Yu looked at, even if he memorized them, they were just ordinary swordsmanship and martial arts, so what can he do with Mo Yu's strength of the third level of Qi training.

Mo Yu doesn't care what other people think. Not only can no one do anything to him in Cangshu Pavilion, but he can also learn various sword skills and body skills. Why not do it?

Mo Yu recalled the past, and now he admired himself a little, but he didn't have the idea of ​​committing suicide in his previous life.

Mo Yu held the Tai Chi Stone tightly, and said with a firm face: "Tai Chi Stone, I know that if you can travel with my soul, there must be a meaning for your existence. Even if I, Mo Yu, don't have a golden finger, I won't be here on the Heavenly Sword." Zong died."

Mo Yu didn't want to continue lying down, a carp straightened up and stood up, looking at the dilapidated wooden house, Mo Yu tightly clenched his right fist.

He must always tell himself that sooner or later he will have the strength, and he will get his dignity back.

Mo Yu stepped out of the door a few steps, drew the wooden sword beside the door, touched the ground with his footsteps, and jumped up.

Mo Yu waved the wooden sword in his hand, and lightly stepped on the peach trees in the yard. His footsteps lightly passed the branches of peach trees one after another. .

Wherever the wooden sword passed, peach blossoms followed like a shadow, like a beautiful woman, never leaving.

The wooden sword in Mo Yu's hand sometimes stabs and protrudes, and sometimes sweeps across, and his flexible body moves the sword body to fly up and down around his body like a swimming dragon.

Mo Yu turned back and fell to the ground, with his toes on the ground, his body leaned backwards, and the wooden sword in his hand turned rapidly from left to right. The speed was so fast that only an afterimage passed by. At the tip of the sword, blossoming peach blossoms After the dance, sword intents converged on the peach blossoms, and the peach blossoms condensed like a flying dragon. Pointing at the point of the sword, the flying dragon roared out and flew straight to the sky, soaring nine days.

The sword intent dissipated, and the blossoming peach blossoms scattered down, but it was not a different kind of beauty.

"Oh, Mo Yu, you still practice swords at such a late hour."

Not far away, a little fat man came towards Mo Yu saying hello, the word fat was vividly reflected in him.

"Little Fatty, what are you doing here?" As soon as he said that, Mo Yu tossed the wooden sword casually, and stuck the wooden sword by the door, clapped his hands, then looked at the little fat man and said seriously: "If you want to persuade me not to To participate in tomorrow's Zongmen Xiaobi, then you should go back."

Seeing that he wanted to persuade Mo Yu that it was useless, the little fat man didn't say anything more, then stared at Mo Yu and asked, "Mo Yu, why do I feel that you have changed? It's like a different person in the past six months."

"Cut! You think everyone is like you, you failed to cultivate immortality, and then you go back to inherit the family property! So I have to work hard." Mo Yu said with contempt for the little fat man, without showing any mercy.

"Hey, then I can't help it. If you can't cultivate into a fairy, at worst, you have to find a senior sister, and the junior sister will take you back."

The little fat man said with a look of helplessness that I was also helpless, and when he talked about women, his mouth almost fell out.

"Look at you like that. If you were seduced by a woman that day and used it to pick up yang and replenish yin, then we'll see if you can do it."

Mo Yu turned his head, as if to give a warning, but in fact he just wanted to fool the fat man. He knew about the saying of picking yang and nourishing yin, but he had never encountered it.

This scared the little fat man to tighten his crotch, and Mo Yu didn't bother to talk to him, so he said: "If you come to cheer me on tomorrow, I will treat you as a brother. If you want to persuade me to retreat, then I will use you to practice now .”

The little fat man didn't even think about it, so he said, his tone was full of comfort: "Forget it, but you must work hard, at least don't come down as soon as you go up."

"Okay, okay! I understand, thank you for your kindness! See you tomorrow at the martial arts competition." Mo Yu turned and went back to the room, waving his hands repeatedly to decline, the tone of his words was a bit awkward.

Seeing Mo Yu go back to the room, the fat man thought that Mo Yu might be tired, so he walked back to the dormitory of the outer disciples.

"How could I give up, I, Mo Yu, who is the junior of the Zongmen, will definitely become a blockbuster."

Mo Yu really appreciates Fatty's kindness, but Mo Yu is bound to win the first place in the Zongmen Xiaobi once a month.

Number one not only means being followed by the sect, but also means having complete training resources and qualifications for the inner sect competition, and even having the opportunity to enter the inner sect.

Mo Yu lay on the withered grass again, because Mo Yu was a monk, so Mo Yu had long been accustomed to this general cold.

"Replenish your energy tonight, and do a big job tomorrow!"

As soon as Mo Yu clenched his fist, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the sleeping position with his hands on the pillow.

(End of this chapter)