My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 165 What do you know? (There is still a guaranteed 8000 in the evening.)
At the headquarters of the Cang Gu Taoist Alliance, Taoist Master Zixiao and the leader of the Cang Gu Taoist Alliance, Taoist Master Xuancang, were sitting facing each other.

At this time, the two of them raised their heads slightly and looked at the picture in the sky.

When Xu Mo came out to give a speech, Daoist Master Zixiao said proudly to Daoist Master Xuancang on the other side: "Well, I told you this kid is good."

Daoist Xuancang glanced at him, nodded imperceptibly, and replied indifferently, "It's indeed not bad."

He knew what Taoist Zixiao was thinking. Didn't he just want to show off his vision?
In his heart, he felt somewhat disdainful of Zixiao Daozun's behavior. The old fellow always believed that he had discovered Wuyou Lingnong when he presided over the Shennong Conference. Since then, he had always treated Wuyou Lingnong as his own grandson, and boasted to others every day about how powerful his grandson was.

But as far as he knew, Wuyou Lingnong had actually created the grafting theory long before that and was conducting further experimental verification.

The reason why he attended the Shennong Conference was that the elders of the sect were worried about his young age, lack of reputation and qualifications, and that when he introduced the grafting technology, it would cause criticism and doubt. Therefore, they arranged for him to attend the Shennong Conference to increase his qualifications.

Therefore, Wuyou Lingnong’s excellence actually has nothing to do with that old guy Zixiao.

As a result, this shameless old man keeps talking about his good child every day and showing off to others, saying, "Oh my, what happened to our Wuyou?"

That face is really hateful. He even talks about our Wuyou and acts like Wuyou Lingnong is related to him.

Daoist Master Xuan Cang was thinking with some displeasure in his heart. He admitted that Wuyou Lingnong was indeed very good and worthy of any praise, but he just didn't want to follow the wishes of that old guy Zixiao.

Taoist Zixiao felt somewhat indignant when he saw his reaction, and wondered why that old fellow Xuancang was like this. You know, that good boy Wuyou had made many contributions to Cang Gu, but now this fellow reacted so coldly when he saw him.

It's really hateful!
The two listened to Xu Mo's speech with different thoughts. When Xu Mo said, "No matter what life is like, everyone should be happy."

Daoist Master Xuan Cang's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was somewhat moved.

It’s because Xu Mo’s words touched his heart.

Isn't his ideal that all creatures in the ancient world should be happy and carefree?
This is the long-cherished wish that he has been practicing and wants to realize.

Now that Xu Mo said this in public, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "What an innocent and kind child."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Daoist Master Zixiao looking at him with a half-smile, so he quickly coughed dryly and put on a stern face, as if nothing had happened.

Taoist Zixiao on the side wanted to laugh when he saw this, and thought to himself, old guy is still playing tricks on me, just wait, I want to see how long you can endure.

Then he laughed out loud, "That kid is going to perform. I wonder what he's going to show everyone. I'm really looking forward to it."

Daoist Master Xuan Cang nodded slightly. He was also very curious, but he thought that since it was to encourage everyone to boost morale, it should be a war song or something like that, the kind that would make people's blood boil when they heard it.

As the two were talking, Xu Mo also spoke, and his singing voice slowly came over, "The dark sky hangs low..."

Hearing this lonely melody, the two frowned. Why did it feel a little wrong?

But they didn't think much about it, they just thought it should be the kind of war song that is sad at the beginning and passionate at the end.

Then they listened patiently.

As they listened, their brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Why hadn't the exciting scenes arrived yet?

"Insects fly, who are you thinking of?" After Xu Mo finished singing the last line, Daoist Xuan Cang, with a faint sadness flowing in his heart, turned his head to look at Daoist Zi Xiao beside him and asked:

"Is Wuyou Lingnong really here to encourage everyone? Why do I feel like something is not right? After listening to his songs, why do I feel a little lonely and desolate?"

"Uh..." Taoist Zixiao's face froze when he heard this. In fact, he had the same feeling in his heart, wondering if the child sang the wrong song.

However, he himself can have such concerns, but it is definitely not okay for others to question the child.

So he stubbornly explained, "What do you know, old man? That kid sang such a sad song so that everyone could vent their emotions first. Then, some passionate war songs would cheer everyone up."

As he said this, he pointed at Daoist Xuancang with a look of disgust and said, "You old fellow are the leader of our Canggu Dao League, but how come you don't understand human nature at all?"

Daoist Xuan Cang nodded doubtfully upon hearing this, "Is that so? It seems to make some sense."

Daoist Master Zixiao nodded with certainty, "That's definitely the case. If you don't believe me, just wait and see. That kid will definitely sing a passionate war song next."

Daoist Xuan Cang was skeptical, but he said patiently, "That's right, let's wait and see."

While the two were talking, Xu Mo began to sing the second song.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..."

If "The Insects Fly" is about loneliness, then "Farewell" is about sadness. The moods they express are different, but they are equally sad.

And compared to "The Insects Are Flying", "Farewell" is more visual. As soon as I start singing, the scenes in the lyrics involuntarily appear in my mind.

Along with the sad and beautiful singing, a faint sense of sadness permeated the world.

Daoist Xuancang wiped his eyes, restrained his emotions, looked at Daoist Zixiao and asked, "Why is this different from what you said?"

Daoist Master Zixiao was previously immersed in the poignant song. After hearing this, his face froze, and he continued stubbornly:
"That's because the song just now wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to let everyone vent their emotions. With this one, it should be almost there. It makes me want to cry. It must be enough. The next one, the next one will definitely be a passionate war song."

In fact, at this moment, Zixiao Daoist Master had no confidence. He didn't know what Xu Mo was thinking and why he sang two such sad songs in a row.

But what he said was extremely sure and decisive, as if he was stating a fact.

No matter what, we must not lose momentum in front of this old guy.

Taoist Xuan Cang was a little skeptical, but when he saw that Taoist Zixiao was so sure, he did not refute it. He guessed that this old guy knew some inside story, so he controlled his temper.

As he was speaking, Xu Mo began to sing the third song, "Little cabbages, the ground is yellow..."

As soon as this sad tune came out, Daoist Xuan Cang tensed up, then stared at Daoist Zi Xiao with a look of suspicion, "Are you sure?"

　Thanks to the operation officer [Eternal Holy Emperor] for the reward, thank you. ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)