quarreled but reconciled

Cong Mo frowned and asked urgently, "Why isn't Xiaocan eating?"

He glanced at her complainingly, "He's sad too!"

Cong Mo didn't understand what he meant, "Why?"

"Junior sister, ah..." sighed, "Because you didn't want to talk to him, he was so sad and distressed that he didn't want to eat."

Cong Mo's expression changed, "He was the one who stopped talking to me first."

"I don't know about that." Yi looked troubled. "But the problem of him not eating is difficult to solve. It will hurt his health. I think the person who tied the bell should be the one to solve it."

Cong Mo nodded quickly. She didn't want Leng Can to skip the meal. "Okay, I understand."

She knocked on Leng Can's door without hesitation.

"Dong Dong Dong"

No response was received.

"Dong Dong Dong"

Leng Can did not answer, but went in to investigate from the perspective of Mo Hua Fu. Through the black characters, she saw that Leng Can was standing at the door, only one door away from her.

Cong Mo stood outside the door, unable to understand why he didn't answer. "Xiao Can, I know you're inside."

"Xiaocan, you were angry and ignored me first, so why are you blaming me now?"

"Xiaocan, why don't you speak?"

"Why don't you eat?"

Cong Mo clenched the sword in her hand and gritted her teeth. It was time for sword practice. She glanced at the door and was about to leave. She didn't want to delay the sword practice. "Xiao Can, I'm going to practice sword first. I'll come find you in the evening. Then..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled in by a strong force. Cong Mo's hair stood on end and she instinctively sensed the danger, but the moment she smelled Leng Can's scent, she pulled back the sword.

She couldn't let Xiaocan get hurt.

With a "clang", she was pushed against the door. Leng Can stood in front of her, casting a shadow over her. He lowered his head and his emotions were unrecognizable.

Holding her shoulders tightly, Cong Mo spoke first, "Senior Brother said you didn't eat lunch, which is bad for your health."

"If I don't eat, I won't have the energy to practice swordplay. It's almost time to practice swordplay."

"Xiao Can, if you don't want to talk, can you please let me go? I'm going to practice swordplay. Or you can go to the cafeteria with me to see if you can still get food. If not..."

"It's none of your business."

Cong Mo's expression was stunned for a moment, "W-what?"

Leng Can gritted his teeth and repeated, "I said don't bother with it."

Cong Mo blinked, then seemed to understand. She really didn't need to care about Leng Can. She and Leng Can were just fellow apprentices now. Once they reached Wuqing Mountain, they would be the final remaining rivals. She suddenly realized and said seriously, "Well, there really is no need for me to care. Xiao Can is right. I'm going to practice swordsmanship."

Although he expected her to say so, Leng Can still felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard it.

How could Cong Mo be so ruthless!

He almost had the urge to strangle her to death, so he put more strength into trapping her and growled in a suppressed voice, "Cong Mo, do you have a heart?"

"Yes." Cong Mo tilted her head and grabbed his wrist tightly. Leng Can was no match for her strength. Cong Mo forcefully pried his hand off her shoulder and touched her heart. "Here, it's beating."

Leng Can felt that she was out of her mind and completely unreasonable. She couldn't understand what he was saying at all. He felt like he was communicating with a wooden stake. All his grievances came out at once, and the fear of these days and the strange feelings buried in his heart poured out. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes and dripped onto Cong Mo's face.

Cong Mo frowned and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "Why are you crying?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't care about me?" Leng Can got stubborn and slapped her hand away, wiping away his tears. "I can cry if I want to."

Cong Mo looked at her hand that had been knocked off. A strange feeling grew, but it was so fleeting that she couldn't catch it. "You told me not to care about it. Do I need to care about you?"

Leng Can became more and more excited as he spoke, tears falling like strings of money, and no matter how hard he tried to wipe them away, they wouldn't stop. In the end, his face was covered with tears. "Why do you care about me?"

"I..." Cong Mo's mind was stuck, and she couldn't understand the meaning of Leng Can's words. She couldn't think of any reason why she should control Leng Can. It seemed that she really didn't need to control Leng Can.

She opened her mouth for a long time, but seeing Leng Can crying inconsolably, she couldn't say anything good.

Leng Can didn't like her being so dull. It always made him look ridiculous and crazy. He had clearly said harsh words, but now he was urging her to speak, "Speak! Speak!"

Cong Mo's mind was blank, he had no answer, and when pressed, he could only utter, "I don't know."

Leng Can broke down crying, "I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

"Why?" She grabbed Leng Can's hand, not letting him leave. "What's the connection between me not caring about you and you ignoring me? I don't understand, Xiao Can."

Leng Can pursed his lips, crying breathlessly, unable to speak, "Wuwu... Wuwu..."

Cong Mo's pupils suddenly shrank, and his calm expression was torn apart, revealing his panic. He grabbed his head and turned it back, covering his mouth tightly, "Breathe, breathe!"

Leng Can grabbed her arm, closed his eyes tightly, and breathed rapidly. It took him a long time to recover from the feeling of suffocation.

Cong Mo hugged him and leaned against her shoulder. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped away his tears. She asked her doubts, "Why are you crying so hard? Why are you ignoring me? Why are you angry?"

Leng Can looked extremely aggrieved, but he didn't resist anymore. He let her wipe his eyes, lowered his legs slightly, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He sobbed and asked, "When did I get angry?"

Cong Mo blinked, an unknown emotion spreading in his chest, "Last night."

Leng Can panicked, thinking she had discovered his dirty thoughts last night. His whole body froze, and he even forgot to cry, "What, what last night!"

"Yanhuo told me everything." Cong Mo lowered his eyes, "You returned the roast chicken to me, but clearly..."

She bit her lip and spoke with difficulty, "You said last night that you weren't angry with me, so why didn't you eat the roast chicken I gave you? Master said it would take a long time to go down the mountain and back, and I had Yan Huo roast the chicken specially. Why didn't you eat it?"

Leng Can was confused. "What, what do you mean?"

"?" Cong Mo tapped his forehead lightly and looked at the sky outside through the window. A long time had passed, and a lot of time had been wasted. She held up Leng Can's head and said, "Nothing. Are you still angry now?"

"I'm not angry." Leng Can rubbed his face against her palm, "I want to talk to Xiaomo."

Cong Mo nodded and pushed his hand away, "Well, I'll leave then."

"?"

Leng Can couldn't understand her train of thought, and his emotions, which had finally calmed down, suddenly surged up again.

The door was pulled open a crack, and cold air poured in. Cong Mo couldn't even see the scene outside the door. A pair of big hands brushed past his ears and closed the door with a "bang".

She was startled, and immediately a warm body pressed against her back, hot breath blowing in her ears. "Xiao Mo, I..."

A pair of slender white hands came from behind, wrapped around her arms, and tucked her whole body into his arms.

Leng Can hugged her from behind, knocking his head against her shoulder. His movements were as light as a feather, as if he was handling something fragile, and as if he wanted to rub her into his body. His voice, mixed with sobs and gasps, resounded, "Xiao Mo, don't go."

Cong Mo covered his hand, "Xiao Can, I want to go practice sword."

"Can't I not go?"

"No, and you have to go too. You haven't learned to fly a sword yet."

Leng Can acted coquettishly, "But you won't teach me."

"Sword control cannot be taught," Cong Mo explained, "you need to learn and master it yourself."

"Then I'm hungry!" Leng Can changed his approach and held her and rocked her, "I want to eat roast chicken, and you need Yan Huo to roast another one for me."

Cong Mo didn't hesitate, "Okay."

He hurriedly let Cong Mo leave, stroking his beating heart. Leng Can panted and sat back on the stool, looking up and smiling, deliberately ignoring the pain in his heart. Thinking of everything that had just happened, he couldn't even tell whether it was true or false.

Is he acting to gain sympathy or is he genuinely feeling bad?

Yanhuo roasted another chicken, and Cong Mo stuffed it into Leng Can's pocket. "You eat it, I'm going to practice sword fighting."

"And you?"

Cong Mo repeated, "I'm going to practice swordplay."

"You don't want to eat?"

"No." Cong Mo said, "I ate at noon and am going to practice sword now. You can eat by yourself."

Too slow.

Leng Can gnawed the chicken in his hand and sighed in his heart. After today's commotion, he completely realized that Cong Mo's tolerance for him was below that of cultivation. Cong Mo's patience and feelings for him were all outside of the realm of ruthlessness. As long as it didn't interfere with her cultivation, everything else could be discussed.

Leng Can took a big bite of the chicken and placed his hopes on these three months. Before being driven down the mountain, he had to speed up his actions to destroy Congmo's cultivation and avenge the oppression he had suffered since childhood.

After filling his stomach and picking up his sword, Leng Can went to the training ground. The first step in seduction was to let the other party see his strong appearance and thus feel pity.

But for the whole afternoon, he didn't even find Cong Mo.

"Brother, where is Xiaomo?"

"She's got the complete sword technique, so she'll probably be studying it until the night." He shared the sweet rice dumpling in his hand with him, "You don't have to wait for her."

"Oh!" Leng Can was unhappy.

He chuckled, "Now that we're back together, you want to stick with me all the time. Junior Brother, I'm afraid you're not the spiritual herb raised by Junior Sister Congmo!"

Leng Can was embarrassed and annoyed, "I'm not, you're the only one who's raising spiritual herbs, we grew up together, I'm a worrier, I'm just concerned about her."

He looked at him meaningfully but did not refute anything.

Leng Can clutched the chopsticks in his hand and came up with another plan. "Brother, I want to practice more at night. Can you help me build a barrier at night as well?"

So when Cong Mo came back with the sword in hand, Leng Can was still staying inside the barrier with the sword in hand and his eyes tightly closed.

She didn't make a sound to disturb him, but sat aside and quietly flipped through the ancient books until Leng Can found her, "Xiao Mo, help me remove the barrier."

"How is it?" Cong Mo asked him, "Do you feel the spiritual energy flowing into your body?"

"Huh?" Leng Can scratched his head awkwardly. "What spiritual energy?"

"Forget it." A plan flashed through Cong Mo's mind. "I can indeed help you, but don't be afraid."

Leng Can didn't expect her to suddenly agree to help him, and he suddenly became happy, "Xiao Mo won't hurt me, why should I be afraid!"

It was as if there had never been a quarrel between the two.

Cong Mo picked up his sword. "Okay, we'll go to the training ground tomorrow morning."

"Um."

So the next day when Leng Can was forcibly pushed into a dark well by Cong Mo, his mind was in a mess.

Cong Mo stood at the mouth of the well and said, "Fly up with your sword."

Leng Can: "..."

He must avenge this vengeance!