What the heck…
And as for his own cool monts? Perhaps throughout the entire scene, it was all Ah Xiu's cool monts.
Gu Mo thought very self-awarely, he certainly knew who the most dazzling person in the entire instance was. Indeed, as the person's na suggests... As for himself, he was just Ah Xiu's accessory, his existence rely serving to provide weight training for the girl.
He shook his head, thought seriously for quite a while, and then chose to fast forward thoughtfully.
Thus, the surrounding space scenes rapidly changed, seemingly shifting and transforming at high speed. The scenes layered, becoming chaotic and unordered, like paint splattered across a canvas, a bizarre mix of intertwining bright colors.
Quickly, as his attention settled, the scene finally stabilized into the courtyard of a dojo in Lushan City.
—Out in the spacious area were two valiant female warriors competing against each other, the sound of clashing swords continuous, violent sparks flying in the air, incredibly imposing.
—Inside the house, a Great Onmyoji dressed in a deep blue hunting robe was earnestly explaining sothing, while across from him was a young man seriously writing at a desk, holding a brush to create a Curse Talisman.
Both sides were distinct and seed unaffected by each other.
Gu Mo watched this scene, and with a thought, drifted over, or perhaps it couldn't be said to have drifted, more like dragging the mouse to zoom in on the view.
"...The so-called curse, to put it simply, is a binding..." Abe no Seii's unhurried words ca through, deepening his onmyoji teachings, repeatedly analyzing the principles and secret techniques of Yin Yang Dao, while the young man in front of him listened and slowly nodded.
Occasionally, the young man showed so puzzlent, and the Great Onmyoji would imdiately stop and explain the technique principles in another way. This return to simplicity allowed the legendary onmyoji to reach an indescribable height, offering multiple perspectives to understand the sa talismanic magic.
If the perspective wasn't right, another perspective was chosen, always finding the right answer.
The young man quickly showed an expression of enlightennt, his furrowed brow swiftly relaxing, and then he instinctively glanced at the battle in the courtyard before refocusing on his own writing.
anwhile, Gu Mo watched himself with a retrospective look, listening to Abe no Seii's voice, and thoughtfully nodded. Reviewing the past to understand anew, he now felt a deeper understanding, and perhaps even increased his proficiency by a few points.
Thinking this, he tried adjusting the progression a few more tis, fast-forwarding slightly, and the scene changed again.
At this mont, the black-haired girl had left, and in the courtyard remained only Gu Mo's previous mirror image, standing opposite Minamoto no Yoshiie. The forr appeared sowhat helpless, while the latter's expression was full of displeasure, tirelessly pointing out various mistakes of the forr. Despite his exhaustive teaching, his attitude couldn't be described as friendly.
Still the familiar formula, still the familiar taste…
Although Gu Mo's consciousness couldn't feel his body's existence, he still felt an inclination to nod, thinking this function might still be quite useful—
For example, reviewing past battles or repeatedly watching previous lessons. Even if it couldn't match the original effect, viewing from a bystander's perspective might reveal problems unnoticed from the participants' perspective, gaining special insights.
Just like now, revisiting all previous lessons, even though both were rare and exceptional individuals in literature and martial arts, with outstanding teaching abilities.
However, his learning ability at the ti, as well as the available ti and energy, were limited. So even though he listened seriously during this period, it didn't necessarily an he learned as much as they taught.
If not, there wouldn't be a scenario where both masters were teaching earnestly, but only the crash course with Abe no Seii was fruitful, while the progress with Minamoto no Yoshiie wasn't even at the beginner's level.
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He hadn't explored for long, as the call from the delivery guy ca quickly.
Gu Mo didn't react for a mont, wondering why an out-of-place background music suddenly played in the dojo courtyard, thinking he might have mis-operated sothing, before rembering he had ordered takeout earlier.
Exiting the consciousness space of the "playback record," he picked up his phone, answered the call, and then left the house to go downstairs.
Though slightly delaying for a bit, the delivery guy wasn't particularly impatient. Instead, he parked his scooter at the community entrance and watched with interest as a group noisily shouted around the guard room, like a bystander enjoying the show.
Gu Mo went out and greeted him, took the delivery, and the delivery guy appeared sowhat reluctant, as if he didn't want to leave so soon.
"You saw the surveillance, there was really nothing going on, just that Mr. Ding, who didn't go to sleep in the middle of the night, dozed off at the desk here, and when he woke up, he suddenly started shouting, saying... saying..."
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