My cultivation is too warm

The opening ceremony of Wuyou Peak was cancelled.

This was the news Xu Mo was told after arriving at the meeting.

The reason is that the current situation is turbulent and it is not suitable to hold a grand ceremony.

In any case, the Tianxuan Sect had already officially announced that Wuyou Peak was the 102nd main vein.

Xu Mo had no opinion on this. He didn't care much about these things.

In addition, this meeting also brought another piece of news, that is, the Cang Gu World will officially open the world blockade in a month and carry out trade exchanges with all the heavens and worlds.

This news surprised Xu Mo a lot. He didn't expect Cang Gu to take the initiative to open the door to the world. It seems that the situation is indeed a little wrong.

The purpose of this meeting was to announce these two pieces of news, and to let each branch inform their disciples not to panic and to maintain order when they saw people from alien lands.

After Xu Mo returned to Wuyou Peak, he passed the news on.

The disciples of Wuyou Peak reacted calmly to this, showing neither much hatred nor much expectation.

During this period, Xu Mo also began to adapt to the life of teaching apprentices.

In fact, teaching disciples is quite boring. After all, Xu Mo had basically explained the essence of Qi and Blood Martial Arts and Wen Qi Confucianism in one sermon before.

The more than 3,000 disciples in Wuyou Peak can basically cultivate to the pinnacle of the two current cultivation paths on their own, and there is no need for him to explain too much.

However, even though he said that, Xu Mo couldn't really ignore them. He still had to keep an eye on their progress in cultivation.

Especially now that the Qi and Blood Martial Arts and the Wen Qi Confucianism are just starting out, they do not have many means to fight the enemy.

Xu Mo himself did not have much experience. The reason why he deduced these two paths of cultivation was that he had seen too many people who wanted to practice but did not have the qualifications to do so, and he had seen too many tragedies of people who went crazy in order to embark on the path of cultivation.

In order to avoid unrest in the Canggu world, he thought of deducing these two paths as a supplement to Canggu's current cultivation system.

At first, I only thought about practicing and didn't consider how to fight the enemy at all.

That is, today's Qi and Blood Martial Arts and Wen Qi Confucianism only have "Tao" but no "Shu."

Now that he has accepted more than 3,000 disciples, he naturally wants to complete his "skills".

The literary spirit and Confucianism were fine, so he first used his soul to recall all the poems and books about his previous life in his mind.

In his setting, literary spirit of Confucianism and Taoism should be to use literary spirit to manifest the power contained in poetry and songs to fight against the enemy.

He tried to use literary skills to copy a war poem, but well... nothing happened.

He reviewed it and realized that this was because simply copying the poem was not enough. He also needed to understand the poem himself and resonate with the poem in his heart to stimulate the effect of the poem.

In other words, in the literary world of Confucianism and Taoism, the same poem will have different effects when expressed by different people.

After he copied the poem, he didn't have any reaction, simply because he didn't resonate with the poem, it didn't mean that the poem had no effect.

Anyway, I have brought all the poems and songs from my previous life here. Whether they can be used in the future depends on my disciples.

Then, when Xu Mo handed the poems and songs he had brought over to all his disciples who had practiced Confucianism during morning practice, everyone looked at him with admiration.

"Junior brother, did you write all these?" Wang Er, who was sitting next to Xu Mo, stared at him blankly with astonishment.

At this moment, Wang Er's hands were trembling as he held the jade slip. Since cultivating Confucianism, he had acquired a certain level of cultural literacy, and naturally could appreciate the level of poetry and songs within it. It was precisely because of this appreciation that he was even more astonished. You know, there were tens of thousands of poems and songs within it, and almost every one of them, taken alone, could be called a classic.

Among them are many masterpieces. If an ordinary person can write one or two in his lifetime, they will be passed down through the ages. But Xu Mo just brought them out so easily without any preparation or sign.

Wang Er feels a little nervous now. His previous junior brother Wuyou was recorded in the ancient history books. He was famous throughout the world and was revered by countless spiritual plant masters as the ancestor of new farmers.

And the current junior fellow is also the son of the former junior fellow Wuyou. He was also recorded in the history books of Cang Gu, and was automatically recorded by the Cang Gu laws. He is a literary saint and martial ancestor who created two new paths of cultivation.

He didn't have much sense of reality before, but now when he saw Xu Mo Shuiling taking out tens of thousands of poems and songs, he truly felt the evilness of his junior brother.

He was wondering, how could he have such two monstrous junior brothers in a row?
Wang Er is just an ordinary person. How can he be qualified to be their senior brother?
Xu Mo had no idea what Wang Er was thinking. Facing the other party's question, he calmly replied, "Articles are naturally formed, and they are achieved by a master's hand."

Anyway, he had moved a lot of things after he traveled through time, so he didn't care about adding more poems and songs. No one would expose their fakery anyway.

After seeing Xu Mo admit it, Wang Er shuddered and said tremblingly: "Junior brother, how about... I still call you Grandmaster. I am not worthy of being your senior brother."

Xu Mo was speechless when he saw Wang Er's reaction. Wasn't it just some poetry? Was it that serious? He had done so many things before, but he had never seen Wang Er react like this.

In fact, the main reason is that Wang Er has now turned to studying Confucianism and is considered a scholar. For a scholar, is there anything more shocking than these poems and songs?
Xu Mo replied helplessly, "Brother, stop making trouble."

After saying that, he ignored Wang Er. Then when he looked at the other disciples, he found that each of the disciples present was looking at him with admiration.

"Master, how did you come up with such amazing poems?" someone in the room asked Xu Mo with shining eyes.

"Um... I wanted to write, so I wrote it." Xu Mo replied with a stiff expression.

The disciples in the field looked at him with even more admiration. If he wanted to write, he would just write. Listen to what he said, he is worthy of being our master, the literary saint who created the Confucianism and Taoism.

"Master, how does poetry fight? Can you show us how?" Another disciple asked, staring at him with admiration.

Xu Mo's face froze again when he heard this. He really didn't know how to do this. He had tried and copied hundreds of poems, but nothing happened.

But he certainly couldn't say that, so he could only reply calmly, "You figure it out on your own."

Although the disciples were a little disappointed about this, they didn't say much.

However, what Xu Mo did not expect was that the poems he moved over spread throughout Cang Gu in just a few days.

Then it spread from the spiritual world to the people.

For a time, the whole Cang Gu was discussing his poems and songs.

On this day, the gate to the Canggu world was officially opened. When people from foreign lands entered Canggu, they were instantly stunned.

Because at this moment, Cang Gu was filled with the sound of reciting Xu Mo's poems and songs.

When they heard this, they suddenly felt panicked and felt like they were illiterate.

No, they know that the ancient world is powerful and can accept it.

But why are they so cultured?
It always feels like a big blow. There are sounds of reciting poems and songs everywhere, which makes them feel ashamed after coming in who only know how to fight and kill.

(End of this chapter)