My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 138 Master, You Said the Wrong Thing Again

On the way, Xu Mo curiously asked the Jiu Miao Saint beside him: "Why did the spiritual plant master of the Supreme Sect choose to assist me?"

Jiu Miao Sheng Zun was not particularly clear about this. He shook his head and replied:

“It is said that he is particularly optimistic about you. With his status and position, he could have conducted research on his own, but he refused. No matter how the Cang Gu Dao League and their sect members tried to persuade him, it was useless. He insisted on assisting you.

He said that only through you can there be hope of increasing the production of spiritual rice, and he believes that you can definitely do it.

"Ah, this..." Xu Mo's expression froze, and he felt a little weird. Could it be that this spiritual plant master of the Supreme Sect was his die-hard fan?

Otherwise, how could he say such words praising himself? You have to know that he himself does not have 100% confidence.

However, it is also a good thing for me to have a master of spiritual plants to assist me.

I just don’t know what the other person’s personality is like, I hope he is someone who is easy to get along with.

As they were thinking about this, the two of them arrived at the valley where the recruitment meeting had been held.

Not long after the two arrived here, a black dot on the distant skyline slowly grew larger, and then an extremely huge green flying boat appeared in front of them.

After the flying boat landed, thousands of figures walked out from it.

The leader was an old man with white hair, a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a short beard.

He was wearing a gray coat, of medium build, and looked very easy-going.

He walked at the front of the crowd and stopped three feet away from Xu Mo and Jiu Miao Sheng Zun.

Then he raised his hands and made a Taoist seal with a solemn expression, "I, Qingzhu, have brought three thousand spiritual plant masters from the Canggu Taoist Alliance to assist Wuyou Lingnong."

Xu Mo and Jiu Miao Shengzun returned the greeting with solemn expressions.

This trip was led by Xu Mo, so naturally he was the one to speak. He read the name of the vest with a serious face and said:
“Xu Ran greets all of you fellow Daoists, and thanks you for coming. I am very grateful.

Thank you all for your hard work. We have prepared spiritual tea and spiritual food in the mountains to welcome you all. Please come in."

……

Xu Mo is now particularly glad that he brought Ou Fenjin back to Wuyou Peak on the way back from the Blood Demon Sect.

Because of his existence, many things have become very simple.

Just like the situation today.

On the way here, Xu Mo saw that among the 3,000 spiritual plant masters and disciples sent by the Cang Gu Taoist Alliance, some were in a bad mood, and some even had reluctant expressions on their faces.

Xu Mo could understand this. Being forced to leave the sect and go to an unfamiliar place to assist someone whose name he had only heard of but had never met, even if that person was a famous figure recorded in history, there would definitely be many people who would not be happy about it. This is human nature.

He has not yet become so arrogant as to think that it is natural for everyone to come to help him, and that they must do so willingly.

However, ever since those people came to Wuyou Peak and ate the spiritual meal carefully prepared by Ou Fenjin, the expressions on their faces instantly improved a lot.

This is the charm of food. It is like when a person was assigned to a distant business trip in his previous life, he was reluctant and irritable, but suddenly he found that the local food was surprisingly good. He would feel more at ease and at least have some hope for his future life.

This also applies to those who practice cultivation.

Xu Mo was particularly satisfied with the effect of Ou Fenjin's strangeness. After everyone dispersed, Qingzhu, the spiritual plant master from the Supreme Sect, came to Xu Mo with a little Taoist boy and handed him a jade gourd.

After Xu Mo took the jade gourd, he looked at the other party with confusion and asked, "What is this?"

Qingzhu replied, "There is a small world inside this jade gourd, with 300 million mu of fertile spiritual fields. It was prepared by the Canggu Dao League for you, Wuyou Lingnong."

Xu Mo stared at the jade gourd curiously. He was also very curious about this small portable world and couldn't wait to go in and take a look.

But now is not the time to do this. He put away the jade gourd, raised his hands and made a Taoist seal towards the green bamboo, and said sincerely:
"Thank you again, Senior Qingzhu, for coming to assist me. I am honored to have you here."

Qingzhu waved his hand upon hearing this, "You're welcome, Wuyou Lingnong. You're a great figure who's been recorded in history and is famous throughout the ages, while I'm just an ordinary old man. I don't dare to do you the honor."

Hearing this, Xu Mo's expression froze and he was stunned for a moment.

Didn’t you say that Grandmaster Qingzhu came here voluntarily to assist me?

Why did he sound a bit angry? Could it be that the information was wrong, and the other party didn't come here voluntarily? Instead, he was forced by the Canggu Dao League?
Xu Mo was in a confused mood. If this was true, it would be troublesome. It would be difficult to carry out the subsequent work for a spiritual plant master who was forced to come here.

Just as he was wondering how to respond, he suddenly heard a "pop".

Then he saw the little Taoist boy beside Qingzhu with a stern face. He said to Qingzhu seriously, "Master, you said something wrong again. Slap your face."

The slap just now was given by the little Taoist boy.

Qingzhu was not angry at the little Taoist boy's behavior. Instead, he asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Did I say something wrong? I think what I said was good and there is no problem."

The little Taoist boy nodded with certainty, "No, no, your words sound like a mockery, which is very uncomfortable. Look, Wuyou Lingnong doesn't know how to respond to you."

Upon hearing this, Qingzhu glanced at Xu Mo, his old face panicked, his ears turned red, and he rubbed his hands in a bit of a loss.

Then he looked at Xu Mo with a somewhat flustered expression and explained, "Ah, I'm sorry, Wuyou Lingnong, I didn't mean to mock you.

What I want to say is: You have created the grafting technology at such a young age, and you have a promising future. The Canggu Dao League has high hopes for you. Unlike me, I am already quite old, but I have not made any achievements. I have wasted half my life and am only worthy of coming here to help you, a young man. "

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another "pop" sound, "No, no, Master, you can't say that. What you said is even more excessive than before."

The little Taoist boy puffed up his cheeks and gave Qingzhu instructions with a serious expression.

Qingzhu looked innocent upon hearing this. He spread his hands, looking particularly confused. His tone was somewhat melancholy and helpless. "How could it be wrong again? Isn't it normal? I feel there is absolutely nothing wrong."

The little Taoist boy shook his head, "It's just not right."

Qingzhu scratched his hair in annoyance, then sighed, "Hey, why is it so troublesome?"

After he finished speaking, he coughed, straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and said to Xu Mo with a serious expression:

"What I just said doesn't count. What I want to say is, Wuyou Lingnong, I am very optimistic about you."

After saying this, he quickly looked at the little Taoist boy beside him and asked, "Is this correct this time?"

The little Taoist boy frowned and sighed in distress, "Forget it, let it be."

　Thanks to my book friend [The Fat Man Who Loves to Daydream] for the reward, thank you for your encouragement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)