Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 172 Lin Dong: Three days in the east, three days in the west, don't look down on the poor young people (fourth update)
Three days later, in the welcoming venue specially built by the Ice Spirit Clan, the most important figures of the day, Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, and Chief Referee and Commentator Ye Kong arrived late, and were greeted with many people's attention and salutes.

After smiling and waving their hands to deal with the situation, Lin Dong and Ye Kong called Lin Diao, who was welcoming guests, and went to a special small meeting room to start the pre-event warm-up.

In the small conference room, besides the Ice Spirit Clan leader mentioned earlier, there was also an unrivaled beauty who was meditating with her eyes closed. She was as cold and pure as Su E in the Moon Palace, with a three-foot-long sword beside her. Ye Kong knew that this was the other mistress of the Martial Realm, Lin Jing's mother, Ling Qingzhu.

It must be admitted that the old man Wu Zu is very lucky in terms of women. Both of his two mistresses have a cold and frosty temperament, and can be said to be a pair of peerless beauties.

"Why are you so late?" Ying Huanhuan stood up and looked at her husband and the culprit who forced Zhang Fei to embroider with surprise.

"Ahem, nothing much, just doing some more preparation for today's speech."

Wu Zu coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and then pointed out the situation in a rather heroic manner:
"Many people think that I, Lin, have only known how to speak with my fists throughout my life, but they don't know that I, Lin, am also quite accomplished in culture. Today, I will open the eyes of those who come here! Let them see the peerless literary talent of your husband!"

After saying this, Lin Dong looked at his wife, who was wearing cold clothes and had blue hair hanging down to her waist, very excitedly, and was looking forward to her reaction.

Ye Kong, who was standing aside, turned his head silently with an expression that said "I'm not familiar with this Martial Ancestor". He could already imagine what kind of scene would happen next.

As expected, the conference room was soon filled with the deafening, sarcastic laughter of Lin Erdang.

“Hahahaha, Lin Dong, we are all elderly now. Don’t I know what you’ve been like over the years? Have the three of us ever been associated with the word cultured? Hahahahaha…”

On the other side, Ling Qingzhu, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, also opened her eyes and looked at Ying Huanhuan. Both saw confusion in each other's eyes:
Could it be that Lin Dong had traveled back hundreds of years in his dream? Why was he so arrogant again like when he was young?
Did they not know whether he had any ink in his belly? Back then, even counting was a problem for him, let alone culture. I have never seen him write a few beautiful words in these years.

Seeing that his brothers and two wives did not believe him, Wu Zu blushed in shame, as red as a monkey's buttocks, and tried to argue:
"Hey, you can't always look at people with old eyes! How does the saying go? That's right! When a man is away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes!
After all, I am a Saint Product Late Heaven Supreme. Is learning culture a big deal for me? Isn't it easy? ! "

After these words fell, Lin Diao's laughter stopped, and his playful expression turned serious. He walked steadily to Lin Dong, patted the latter's shoulder, and said with a forced smile:
“Lin Dong, I’ll give you face this time and call you Big Brother. Big Brother, if you don’t have that talent, don’t try to show off. This is not funny, ahahahahaha…”

“Lin Dong, I can accommodate you in other matters, but this matter…right? You’d better not force it. There’s no need. Really…hahahaha…”

Ying Huanhuan, who was born cold and frosty, laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter and could hardly straighten her back. In terms of cultivation, she certainly had endless confidence in her husband, but as for culture... she also had endless confidence in Lin Dong - she believed that he could not have any culture!

Ling Qingzhu could still hold it in, but the forced downward movement of her mouth showed that she was extremely uneasy inside and it was very hard for her to suppress it.

It's not that they all look down on Lin Dong, it's just that Lin Dong has never been a cultured person in his life. When he was young, he spoke and acted in a domineering manner, and his words were not without vulgarity.

"You...you all just wait! As the ancients said, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west', don't look down on the young because they are poor! I will show you the results of my past few days!"

Lin Dong plagiarized a famous saying of a certain Yan Emperor in the north without paying any copyright fees, and then took Ye Kong with him and strode out, walking like a dragon or a tiger, with great power and a very powerful aura.

"What should we do? Do we really want to let him speak later?"

Ling Qingzhu suppressed her smile, covered her belly, and looked at Ying Huanhuan. Her words clearly showed that she was not optimistic about Lin Dong.

"What else can I do? If he wants to go up, let him go up. If he makes a fool of himself, I will announce that this is just one of his clones and cannot represent his real self...hahahaha..."

Ying Huanhuan was laughing so hard that she almost couldn't breathe. Although she didn't understand what was wrong with Lin Dong to do such a thing, since he wanted to go, she certainly wouldn't stop him.

Besides, Lin Dong’s silly look is quite cute, and he looks like he did when he was young.

……

"Hello, fellow practitioners and talented juniors from across the world!"

On the rostrum specially built by the Ice Spirit Clan for the martial arts conference, Wu Zufu, who was speaking on behalf of his wife, attracted a large number of ice flowers and applause as soon as he appeared on the stage.

Countless people cheered and shouted the name of "Martial Ancestor". They never expected that the Martial Ancestor would be so respectful and directly speak on behalf of his wife and even ask them questions. It was really a pleasant surprise.

At this moment, the young geniuses were the most excited, their shouts were loud enough to cause an avalanche. The purple-robed man on the high platform was the Martial Ancestor!

The most powerful person in the universe actually greets a lowly cultivator like them. This is the first time in the history of the world!

"Senior, the atmosphere is good, please continue." Ye Kong, who was sitting next to Wu Zu, looked around, made sure there were no black fans, and informed Wu Zu to continue.

"Okay! Let's continue!"

Wu Zu was also extremely excited. It was his first time being a cultured person, so he was a little uncomfortable. However, this feeling was really great...

"The wind is howling, the snow is floating, the white powder and jade are extremely charming; in this ancestral land of the Ice Spirit Clan, which is full of cold tests and breeds hope, the Ice Spirit Clan Martial Arts Conference is grandly opened!" "Here, on behalf of the Ice Spirit Clan, I would like to express my heartfelt and warm thanks to all the fellow Taoists who have come to the Ice Spirit Clan to watch the ancestral sacrifice and participate in the Martial Arts Conference, and express my cordial encouragement and greetings to all the young talents who are about to participate in the Martial Arts Conference..."

"... Fellow comrades, the young generation of geniuses is the fresh blood of all our forces. It is the most important guarantee for the inheritance and prosperity of our forces. Working hard to cultivate the next generation of geniuses and train good successors is one of the most important pursuits of all forces in our world!

Therefore, I suggest that during this martial arts competition, we, the older generation of strong men, should also pay more attention to them and pay attention to their all-round growth. The strength of the young generation of geniuses is the strength of our respective forces and the strength of our world. How to cultivate the young generation of geniuses is also the most important issue for the future development of the world..."

On the stage, Lin Dong, who had learned recitation and public speaking for three days and three nights and had used his powerful cultivation to imprint the contents of the speech into his mind, recited with an impassioned voice in a rhythmic tone and a rich and loud timbre, as if he was speaking the divine law, attracting the attention of all the cultivators.

Behind the stage, Lin Diao, who had been waiting to see Lin Dong make a fool of himself for hundreds of years, was stunned, like a wooden chicken, repeating with a dull expression, "Master Diao, I must be dreaming", "This is not Lin Dong"...

Ling Qingzhu and Ying Huanhuan were also shocked and speechless. They covered their pale faces with their hands, and their beautiful eyes were filled with surprise, suspicion, and disbelief...

“This is impossible, he is Lin Dong?”

Ling Qingzhu was the first to speak. If the man's breath was not exactly the same and so familiar, he would have suspected that this husband was a fake.

Doesn't she know whether Lin Dong has this talent? There's no way this could be him!

"I... don't believe it either, but... it seems... like... right?"

Ying Huanhuan's heart was filled with emotions and she was so shocked by the reality that her words were incoherent. When did this arrogant guy learn this trick? How come she didn't know about it?
"That's right! Master Diao, I know! It's not him, it must be that kid! It's that kid who is helping Lin Dong to cause trouble!"

Lin Diao suddenly remembered that he had heard from Lin Jing that her idol Ye Huankong was a versatile person who had the ability to dominate the world in a casual manner... He had not cared about it before, but now he remembered it.

No matter what, even if Lin Diao jumped out of the Ice Spirit Clan, ran to the Demon Realm and fought the Demon Emperor of the Evil Clan for three hundred rounds and died gloriously, he would not believe that Lin Dong, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would become a cultured person!

I, Master Diao, watched you grow up. I didn’t even know what kind of barbarian you were. Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty in front of me?

Even if Lin Dong really became a cultured person, it must be because of that kid's good teaching, and it has nothing to do with Lin Dong's own efforts!

Lin Diao comforted himself in this way.

"That little guy? No wonder Xiaojing admires him so much, no wonder..."

Ying Huanhuan's eyes showed a look of "as expected". She was saying, how could Lin Dong undergo such a drastic change for no reason? It's not normal.

"Is Ye still empty? That's not surprising."

Ling Qingzhu's face showed realization. These days, Lin Jing had been telling her a lot about the little guy's abilities. Now it seems that the reputation is well-deserved.

……

"...Finally, I am here to represent myself and the Ice Spirit Clan. I wish all the young talents can fight with passion and beauty, and show the style of the younger generation! The future is yours, and the world is yours too!"

Lin Dong's passionate speech finally came to an end. Instantly, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which was three times more terrifying than an avalanche. Countless young geniuses screamed loudly, regretting that their skills in their previous lives were too poor and they could not be reborn into the Ice Spirit Clan or the Martial Realm.

How could this be called the Martial Ancestor? This was simply the ideal guide for all of them!
When the elders in the clan put strict demands on them and all kinds of competitive pressures emerge one after another, only this person will encourage them and tell them that the future belongs to them.

Of course, not all places are so harmonious and crazy. In a certain corner, a sneaky young man in white clothes threw away the folding fan in his hand at some point, and his eyes were filled with surprise as if he had just recognized the true face of this old man for the first time.

When everyone applauded, she just felt that the world was too noisy and too unreal.

Her dad has a weird culture! This world is not normal!
Xiao Xiao, who was standing by, noticed her horrified expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Xiao Jing? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Sister Xiao Xiao..."

Lin Jing cast a gloomy gaze towards Xiao Xiao, her tone filled with inexplicable meaning:
"I suspect... my father was replaced by someone else. This is definitely not something my father would say..."

Xiao Xiao: “…(⊙_⊙)?”

There will be another update in the evening

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