My cultivation is too warm

Xu Mo found that the atmosphere in Wuyou Peak seemed a little strange recently.

There seems to be a faint smell of gunpowder, or perhaps it is the feeling of impending storm before war comes.

Very depressing.

In the past, people would talk and laugh when they met, but now such scenes have obviously become less common, and often when some people's eyes meet on the street, they are very angry, as if they can't wait to fight with each other.

Why is this happening?

Xu Mo was a little confused.

After a few days of observation, he discovered that the many disciples seemed to be vaguely divided into two factions.

After realizing this, Xu Mo was shocked.

He immediately realized that many of Wuyou Peak's disciples were now practicing the Qi and Blood Martial Arts and the Wen Qi Confucianism that he had created.

The two parties are taking different paths. Wouldn't this lead to factional struggles?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Xu Mo suddenly felt a little uneasy.

If that were the case, that would be troublesome.

You must know that since ancient times, factional disputes have been the most unsolvable and longest kind of struggle.

This involves the philosophies of both sides, just like the righteous and the evil. Once different philosophies are formed, it will be a war that will never end and will never be stopped.

Even after endless years, it cannot be diluted by time; even if one side is completely defeated, it will make a comeback after a period of time.

In short, wildfires cannot be extinguished, and they will spring up again with the spring breeze.

Once a battle of ideas begins, there is no possibility of it ending.

It is just like the many disciples of Wuyou Peak. Once two different factions are formed, the disciples of all the main branches of Tianxuan Sect will involuntarily take sides, and then spread to Taixuan Continent, and further expand to the Eastern Dao Realm, and finally sweep across the world, spreading to countless creatures in the endless time and space of the heavens and myriad worlds.

After realizing this possibility, Xu Mo became worried. Could it be that a struggle that would be born from his Wuyou Peak in the future and could sweep across the world, or even the endless time and space of the heavens and all realms, would be born?

If that were the case, I would be infamous forever.

The atmosphere in the entire Cang Gu world and the entire Tian Xuan Sect is very harmonious. If my own Wuyou Peak sets a precedent of fighting among fellow disciples, how can I have the face to live in this world?

No, no, we absolutely cannot let this happen.

Xu Mo clenched his fists with a grim expression, then took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

First of all, we have to think about why it has become like this and find out the reasons that may have led to factional disputes. Only then can we prescribe the right remedy and nip the signs of ideological disputes in the bud. We must never let it emerge.

Xu Mo thought about it carefully. There will naturally be factions between two different paths, but that doesn’t mean there will definitely be a conflict between the two.

The Tianxuan Sect has 102 main branches, and each main branch has its own strengths. Don’t they get along very harmoniously?

There are hundreds of arts in the cultivation world, and there is no malicious struggle between each profession.

The most important thing is that in the ancient world, both the good and the evil can be as close as one family, so why would his two different paths of literature and martial arts start a fight?

Therefore, natural factional differences are definitely not the main reason for the current disharmonious atmosphere.

There must be other reasons.

But what is the specific reason?

Xu Mo thought for a long time, feeling confused and completely lost.

There was no other way, so he had to observe the disciples' movements quietly to see if he could find anything.

One day, when he was observing his apprentices' daily lives, he suddenly saw Liang Huanhuan walking closely with a young man.

Because of Ye Laodao's clone, the people on Wuyou Peak are now all boys and girls around eighteen years old.

The two of them behaved very intimately, which made Xu Mo's eyes light up when he saw this scene, and his original purpose was instantly forgotten.

He doesn't like to eat melons on weekdays, but Liang Huanhuan is one of the people closest to him, so he must eat the melons about people around him.

Xu Mo quietly followed the two of them to a secluded corner. Liang Huanhuan said to the young man, "Come, let me check your progress in cultivation."

After hearing Liang Huanhuan's words, the young man did not hesitate at all and directly wrote a war poem in the air.

The moment the poem was finished, a blood cloud surged, transforming into the shadow of a ten-foot-tall bronze chariot. The sound of rusted swords clashing could be heard in the air, and the swords of the soldiers guarding the city walls suddenly wailed in unison.

Liang Huanhuan stared at the vision summoned by the young man with wide eyes for a long time before she said blankly, "So powerful."

When the young man heard this, he immediately raised his head and said proudly: "Of course, this is a poem written by Master himself, it must be strong."

After saying this, he looked at Liang Huanhuan and sighed with some regret, "I just can't understand why Aunt Huanhuan would choose the Qi and Blood Martial Arts? That kind of reckless way doesn't seem to suit you at first glance."

"Aunt?" Xu Mo, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked when he heard this. Then he remembered that his clone had used the bloodline search technique to help Liang Huanhuan find her relatives.

According to the feedback from the clone at that time, the person with the deepest blood relationship with Liang Huanhuan was in Tianxuan Sect, and most likely in Wuyou Peak.

Now it seems that this young man is Liang Huanhuan's relative. No wonder the two of them look so close. It turns out they are a family.

After discovering the truth, Xu Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Oh, how boring! I thought there would be some gossip. I'm so disappointed."

While Xu Mo was disappointed, Liang Huanhuan on the other side heard what the boy said, and immediately glared at him angrily and scolded him:
"Liang Chen, how many times have I told you not to say that Qi and Blood Martial Arts is the path of a reckless man? Why don't you listen? If I hear you say that again, I will beat you up."

As she spoke, she raised her fist and stared at the other person, the meaning of her gaze was self-evident.

Seeing this, Liang Chen's head shrank immediately, and then he retorted somewhat unconvincedly: "I'm not wrong. Auntie was such a gentle person before, but ever since she practiced the Qi and Blood Martial Arts, she has been saying that she wants to beat me up."

"Huanhuan didn't. It was obviously you who did something wrong first and made me angry." Liang Huanhuan stared at Liang Chen unconvinced, and blurted out the wrong thing in a hurry.

After realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth and her pretty face turned slightly red. After all, it was a bit embarrassing to speak with a bad mouth in front of the younger generations of the family.

To hide her shyness, she glared at him again and said in a serious tone, "Anyway, if you ever say that Qi and Blood Martial Arts is the way of a reckless man again, I'll really get angry."

Liang Chen uttered an "oh" after hearing this, then lowered his head silently, muttering softly, "That's how it is. Why aren't you allowed to talk about it? Otherwise, why didn't the Peak Master teach you the corresponding martial arts? Isn't it because he's worried that after you learn it, you'll go around beating people up and causing trouble?"

"What did you say?" Liang Huanhuan was really angry this time. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Liang Chen, with fire burning in her eyes.

Liang Chen shuddered involuntarily upon seeing this, and replied cautiously: "No, I didn't say anything, it was someone else who said that."

Liang Huanhuan stepped forward and tapped him on the head, saying solemnly, "Stop saying things that damage the friendship between fellow disciples. There must be a reason why Junior Brother Peak Master didn't teach us martial arts. It's not because he's afraid we'll cause trouble."

"Why is that?" Liang Chen asked subconsciously.

Liang Huanhuan's face froze when she heard this. Her fair little hands involuntarily grabbed the hem of her skirt. She stammered with her mouth open, but couldn't say a word.

How did she know such a thing? She was also a little curious why her junior brother had never taught them martial arts.

But there was one thing she was sure of, that was that her junior brother definitely wasn't worried about those of them who were learning martial arts getting beaten up.

Those who practice Confucianism and Taoism are really despicable. Just because their junior brother suddenly took out tens of thousands of poems and songs, they are complacent all day long and even slander those who practice martial arts.

It's all their fault!
Liang Huanhuan recalled in her mind the smug faces of those Confucian and Taoist scholars these days after they received tens of thousands of poems and songs from the peak master's junior brother.

Doesn't this clearly show that those who practice the Yin-Yang Qi and Blood Martial Arts have not received martial arts instruction from their junior fellow apprentices?

Especially as time went by, and the junior brother of the peak master had not taught them martial arts, those disciples of the literary way became even more proud.

Thinking of those scenes, Liang Huanhuan couldn't help but clench her fists, and a "crunching" sound came from her white and tender fists.

Hearing this, Liang Chen instantly shrank back, holding his head in his hands. "I didn't say anything. Don't hit me, or I'll complain during the worship ceremony."

"Huanhuan is not violent." Liang Huanhuan retorted somewhat unhappily.

At this time, the person who had been secretly observing the two of them finally understood why the atmosphere in Wuyou Peak had been weird recently.

Is it really my fault?
He deduced it in his mind and guessed that the disciples of Wenqi Confucianism, after getting the poems and songs he had moved over, were showing off in front of the disciples of Qixue Martial Arts, with a hint of pride in their words.

For example, "Oh, why doesn't the master teach you? Is it because he doesn't like you? Or is it because he knows you are reckless and therefore doesn't dare to teach you?" and so on.

So... they are competing for favor?

Xu Mo suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He never thought that one day he would become the object of someone else's favor.

Then he was speechless again. No, aren't these people childish? Why are they acting like little kids?
Although their current appearance has been transformed into eighteen-year-old boys and girls by Ye Laodao's clone, many of them have lived for hundreds of years, and some have even lived for more than three thousand years.

As a result, at such an old age, he is still vying for favor like a child. It is really incomprehensible.

(End of this chapter)