My cultivation is too warm

Chapter 251: To be suffered (4000 more at night)

Xu Mo helplessly hid in the dark and watched the martial arts disciples showing off in front of the literary disciples.

Although he also felt that the words of those martial arts disciples were quite irritating, he did not come out to stop them.

There is a saying that goes, what goes around comes around.

Although he had never seen how those literary disciples showed off in front of the martial arts disciples after receiving the poems and songs he gave them.

But from the fact that the martial arts disciples were now forced to act weird, it was clear that they definitely didn't say anything nice at the beginning.

Otherwise, this group of martial arts disciples wouldn't have jumped out so impatiently. It was obvious that they were just holding it in.

Xu Mo even saw Liang Huanhuan raising her fist and shouting excitedly, "Great! I can finally practice martial arts! Huanhuan can't wait."

As Liang Huanhuan finished shouting, a discordant voice came from the crowd of Wen Dao disciples across from him. "Ah, they say that the path of cultivation is a journey of advancement, racing against time, and being one step ahead gives you the upper hand. Master is so kind to us, fellow disciples. Master has been teaching us poetry for so long, so everyone should have gotten started, right?"

When many disciples of the Wen Dao heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they shouted loudly: "We have entered the sect a long time ago. After all, Master has taught us poetry for so long, so that we can seize the opportunity of the Great Dao first. We must not let him down. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, it has to be Master. He is kind in everything he does. He clearly favors us in his heart and comforts others with kind words, but those people actually believed him."

"Hey, Junior Brother, that's wrong. Master is fair and impartial. He treats everyone equally. How could he possibly favor anyone? Didn't Master say that the reason he gave us the poems first is because they can be written easily without exerting any effort. They have nothing to do with the Dao. Please don't talk nonsense and affect the friendship between fellow disciples."

"Oh, that's right. I said the wrong thing. I slapped my mouth. That's right, Master is such a fair person, how could he show favoritism? This has nothing to do with the opportunity of the Great Dao, absolutely not.

Ah, I won’t say more. I have been learning poetry for many days. I have a feeling that my path will soon be accomplished. I need to study hard and quickly.

Oh, fellow disciples across the table, please practice well. I wish you can enter the door soon. Don’t let down the master’s good intentions for you.

After all, that was the martial arts technique that Master had spent countless efforts to deduce. It was different from the poems we could write easily. It was very precious.”

When this person spoke, he deliberately prolonged the ending sound and changed the tone of the word "呢" several times before officially ending.

Hearing him say this, the martial arts disciples were completely enraged. They all widened their eyes, clenched their fists, and stared at him with gritted teeth.

As Xu Mo's senior brothers and sisters, Liang Huanhuan, Wang Er, and Ye Qingyue were not in the team with many disciples.

During morning practice on weekdays, the three of them would sit at the front with Xu Mo, leading many disciples in their practice.

After the Wen Dao disciple finished speaking, Liang Huanhuan stood up, stretched out his head, glared at Wang Er and said, "Senior Brother Wang Er, please control your Wen Dao disciples. Their words are so annoying. Huanhuan is very angry now."

After saying this, she waved her fists a few times to express her mood at the moment.

Upon hearing this, Wang Er stood up, smiled gently at Liang Huanhuan, and said politely, "I wonder what Junior Sister Huanhuan meant? Those disciples didn't seem to say anything to undermine the friendship between fellow disciples, did they? I just heard clearly, wasn't he offering blessings to all of you fellow disciples?"

He raised his hand slightly in a bow and added, "Also, I'm now called Wang Haoran. The name Wang Er was just given to me when I was young and naive. Now that I'm mature, I hope Junior Sister Huanhuan won't call me by that name anymore."

When Liang Huanhuan heard this, she was stunned, as if she was wondering if she had heard it wrong. Then she glared at Wang Er angrily and said:

"Brother, you, you, you... it's wrong for you to do this. You don't know right from wrong. You weren't like this before."

Wang Er replied innocently, "I didn't do anything."

"You..." Liang Huanhuan pointed at him and opened her mouth. Perhaps she was so angry that she could only utter one sentence, "Anyway, what you did is wrong."

Wang Er replied calmly, "How could Junior Sister Huanhuan slander me?"

Seeing his attitude, Liang Huanhuan was so angry that tears immediately fell. Then, with tears in her eyes, she said to Ye Qingyue on the other side: "Senior Sister Ye, look at Senior Brother Wang, he, he has become abnormal."

Seeing this, Ye Qingyue hurried over and hugged Liang Huanhuan in her arms. She gently stroked her hair to comfort her while staring at Wang Er with a gentle smile on her face. She said softly,

"Brother Wang, Huanhuan was wrong just now. Let me apologize to you on her behalf, okay? Don't be angry, forgive her."

When Wang Er saw Ye Qingyue like this, his body trembled suddenly and he was very anxious. It's not good, it's all over. He knew his junior sister Ye too well. She was so gentle, but she could kill him.

So he quickly shook his head and said to Liang Huanhuan, "Junior Sister Huanhuan, I was wrong. I will go and teach them a lesson right now and will definitely not let them talk nonsense anymore."

Then, under the leadership of Wang Er and Ye Qingyue, this fiery farce finally ended abruptly, and fortunately no major conflicts occurred.

Xu Mo, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now, the situation was still under control, so he could rest assured.

With Wang Er and Ye Qingyue controlling the situation and preventing it from escalating any further, after a few days, when those martial arts disciples have almost vented their anger, I will gather everyone together and tell them to live in harmony. I think there should be no problem.

After all, the foundation of Wuyou Peak is still there, and everyone has always gotten along in a friendly manner. It is impossible for them to go their separate ways and really fight just because they have practiced different paths, right?

Thinking so, Xu Mo left with peace of mind.

He thought things would develop as he expected, but the development of the situation far exceeded his expectations.

On this day, the Three Yuan Saint Lord found him and said that his child was born and hoped that the child would become his disciple when he grew up.

When Xu Mo heard the news, he was truly happy for the Three Yuan Saints.

It hadn't been easy for the Three Yuan Saint Lord either. He had toiled for most of his life for the disciples of Danxia Peak, and now he had finally achieved his goal, reaping his own happiness with a lover and a child. However, he was puzzled as to why the other party had allowed the child to become his disciple.
You have to know that the cultivation levels of this couple are much higher than mine.

Sanyuan Saint Lord himself is now the Fifth Realm Saint Lord, the internal affairs elder of Danxia Peak, and a master of alchemy.

Not to mention his Taoist partner, Fairy Ningxin, the former saint of the Taishang Sect, a proud daughter of heaven who once dominated an era. Her cultivation is not far from the realm of Taoist Master.

Which of them wasn't stronger than me? And yet, they actually let this kid worship me, a mere third level Yun Dao realm person, as his teacher. This was truly incomprehensible.

Could it be that their children really don’t have the qualifications to practice cultivation?

In response to Xu Mo's doubts, the Three Yuan Saint Lord said that this was not the case. Their children not only had the qualifications to practice, but also had good qualifications. They possessed the Hundred Spirits Dao Body and could be considered as geniuses.

"If that's the case, then why do I let them become my disciples?" Xu Mo couldn't understand.

After a moment of silence, the Three Origins Saint Lord replied, "You should know, nephew, that while the Dao bodies of this world are quite good, they are not enough to become top-tier experts. The general upper limit is the Sixth Realm of Dao Transformation. Even if one breaks through this limit once more, they are only at the Seventh Realm of Dao Unity. In the history of the ancient times, there has only been one person who possessed such special physiques as the Dao Body, the Saint Body, and the Spirit Body to become a Dao Venerable."

"As parents, our hope for our children is definitely to have them go as far as possible. The original Cang Gu cultivation system has a limit, so we thought it would be better to practice the path of cultivation pioneered by you, our nephew. There's still hope of reaching the pinnacle of the universe."

After hearing this explanation, Xu Mo quickly replied, "But the path I created can only be cultivated to the equivalent of the fourth level of Dao Transformation."

Upon hearing this, the Three Origins Saint Lord said nonchalantly, "It's true that we are in the Fourth Realm now, but that doesn't mean it will always be that way. Ning Xin and I are both very optimistic about the system you have created, and we both believe that it has unlimited potential in the future."

Xu Mo was somewhat helpless. Was there something wrong? He himself did not have the confidence to further deduce the future limits of the Way of Literature and the Way of Martial Arts. However, when he came to the Three Origin Saints, he immediately realized that their potential was limitless.

That's really not the case. After all, I cheated by being able to create these two paths. If I want to break the upper limit, I have to rely on others. I can't do it by myself.

Therefore, he certainly could not agree to the Three Yuan Saints. Wouldn't this delay the child's future?

However, facing Xu Mo's refusal and explanation, Sanyuan Saint Lord refused to listen and insisted that he accept a disciple, even bringing up his "father" Wuyou Lingnong, "Your father and I are close friends. Are you unwilling to accept a disciple?"

After listening to Xu Mo's explanation, he got tired of it and waved his hand, saying, "If the civil and martial arts can't make you a strong person, then why don't you create a new path to cultivate to the level of Dao Zun? Anyway, if you don't agree to accept my child as your disciple today, then I won't leave."

Xu Mo was also shocked by the other party's outrageous remarks. Is this what human beings say?
What does it mean to create a new path if it doesn't work? So, in their eyes, creating your own path is as easy as eating and drinking water, right?

Isn't this a bit too self-righteous? What kind of filter does one use to see oneself so perfectly?

However, since the Three Yuan Holy Lords had expressed their views and even brought up his "father", Xu Mo had no choice but to agree.

I'm just stating in advance that if I hinder my child's future and prevent him from making further breakthroughs, I can't blame myself.

The Three Yuan Saint waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, I believe in you, nephew."

Xu Mo was a little helpless. No, don’t trust me about this kind of thing.

However, given the other party's current attitude, it is definitely impossible to explain. It is better to agree to it first and wait until his child grows up before making a long-term plan.

Xu Mo sighed helplessly. At this moment, the Three Yuan Saint Lord sitting opposite him spoke again, "Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you in advance. We hope that our child can become a refined scholar. Please remember, nephew, don't let him learn from those reckless men...ah."

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Sanyuan Saint quickly covered his mouth and explained with embarrassment, "No, nephew, please don't misunderstand me. I have no objection to the martial arts you created. I just want my child to become a scholar."

Xu Mo didn't feel anything about this, he just felt something was not right. Judging from the attitude of the Three Yuan Saint Lord, it seemed that he also sided with the civil and military factions. What was going on?
When the Three Yuan Saint Lord saw Xu Mo was silent, he thought he was angry. After all, it was a bit too much for him to say in front of the founder of the martial arts that the martial arts he created were reckless. If it were him, he would definitely be angry too.

So he hurriedly explained: "Junior Brother, I really like literature, especially the poems you wrote, they are really great."

After saying this, he began to recite poetry again.

Xu Mo smiled slightly when he saw his reaction. He was about to explain when he suddenly realized something was wrong. Because when the Three Yuan Saints were reciting poems, the literary energy in the room surged and strange phenomena occurred one after another.

He was immediately surprised and asked, "Senior, have you also practiced Wenqi Confucianism?"

Upon hearing this, the Three Origins Saint nodded proudly, "That's exactly why I said I like literature and Taoism. I really didn't lie to you."

Xu Mo asked hesitantly, "But you... can study both?"

The Three Origin Saints nodded and said, "Of course, ever since the Canggu Dao League promoted both the civil and martial arts, those of us who originally practiced cultivation have become very interested in both, and many people have practiced one of them concurrently."

So that's how it is. Xu Mo nodded. He originally thought that only he, the founder, could practice both, but he didn't expect that others could do it as well.

Then he felt something was wrong. Since they could practice both, why did Ye Laodao's clone ask the disciples of Wuyou Peak to abandon their original cultivation and start over?

Wouldn’t it be enough to just study both?
Xu Mo was a little confused, but since Ye Laodao's clone was unwilling to explain too much on the matter, he could only let it go.

However, he suddenly thought of a more serious problem and quickly looked at the Three Origin Saint to confirm, "Senior, you just said that many people practice both the civil and martial arts, right?"

Sanyuan Saint Lord nodded and said, "Seventy to eighty percent of the people in Danxia Peak practice both. The number of people practicing both is probably about the same."

Xu Mo was shocked when he heard this. He recalled the attitude of the Three Yuan Saints towards martial arts, and suddenly a bad feeling surged in his heart.

The situation doesn't seem to be going well. Could it be that this ideological dispute between civil and military officials is really going to sweep the world?
(End of this chapter)