Jianshan Competition 23 Thinking of Your Own Goodness
Yi looked at him strangely, "If you're being too attentive for no reason, you're either a traitor or a thief. What do you want to do to me, Junior Sister?"
"What do you mean by showing off? I'm mature now, okay?" Leng Can curled his lips and took a big bite of chicken. "I'm promoting friendship between senior and junior sisters."
"Then you can pick out the fish bones for me too." He handed the bowl over, "It will also strengthen the relationship between brothers."
Leng Can indifferently dug out the fish's eyes with chopsticks and threw them into his bowl, "Eat it to replenish what you have."
Cang: "..."
Is Leng Can implying that he has no tact?
In just half an hour, the three of them were already full and their stomachs were rumbling. Almost all the food on the table was gone. Leng Can burped, resting his arm on the table. He held his chin and tilted his head to look at Cong Mo, "Xiao Mo, why are you so sure we can win?"
Cong Mo picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite. Qi had brought a lot of cakes, but Leng Can wasn't interested in cakes. She preferred the sweet and sour, soft texture. "I'm not sure, but the team needs a leader. I'm the strongest, so I should take on the responsibility of being the leader. Besides, the five of us haven't known each other for long, so it's inevitable that we'll have some rifts. Arguing over the competition is inevitable. They can't beat me, so it's most appropriate for me to be the first to speak out."
Leng Can nudged his nose, feeling inexplicably guilty. Who would have thought that the only conflict between the five of them was caused by him, and Cong Mo was also a participant in the quarrel. "Xiao Mo, you are so nice."
"I'm only analyzing from the most objective and rational perspective." Cong Mo finished a snack in a few bites and explained calmly, "Xi Chengming is impulsive and irritable, Yin Yi is hesitant and indecisive, and Ji Shufeng lacks self-confidence. If you were captain, you would be better than them in combat planning, but you're too weak. No one would accept you as captain."
Leng Can: "..."
The emotion he had just felt for Cong Mo's selfless dedication was instantly overwhelmed, and he couldn't even tell whether Cong Mo was scolding him or praising him.
He smiled at the two and said with emotion, "You two have really made Wuqing Mountain a lively place this year. Wuqing Mountain is difficult to cultivate. There have been some people who have chosen to take this course in the past few years, but they always choose to leave the mountain halfway through, or go to other immortal mountains after passing the test."
"The Sword Mountain Competition is held every ten years. When there is no Sword Mountain Competition, what tests do they need to pass in order to stay in Wuqing Mountain?" Leng Can asked.
"Usually, they've defeated me in the first round, right?" Yi thought for a moment, "or perhaps they've faced a duel with Master Jianyi. Anyway, it wasn't as strict as yours this time. Since Wuqing Mountain has no apprentices, it can be said that there's no successor, so Master is very lax about this aspect of the assessment. As long as you can pass the most basic level of severing emotions, you can basically stay and train. Although the final achievement is average, not even up to my level, and most apprentices have a hard time passing that level."
"Why is it so difficult for us?" Leng Can complained. "The top three, standing out among nearly 600 people, Master can't stand seeing us two do well, right?"
"Perhaps you can console yourself," Cong Mo said, "perhaps Master feels that you and I have spiritual roots and are naturally suited to cultivate the Way of Mercy. This competition is a test for us."
"Do you think that's possible?" Leng Can raised his finger and pointed at himself, frowning, "Xiao Mo, do you think this is credible?"
Cong Mo: "..."
"It's just a coincidence!" Yi shrugged, seemingly thinking of something. He beckoned the two of them closer and said mysteriously, "When I came from the Fairy Mountain, I heard that during your competition, it seemed like some demons tried to break through the barrier and attack us. They wanted to catch us off guard and occupy the Fairy Mountain."
"Huh?" Leng Can was surprised. "It's that ugly monster I met in the human world last time."
The corner of his mouth twitched inaudibly. "Yes, that... ugly thing."
"Their original target was the Immortal Mountain. Going to the Human Realm was just a cover. This time, they wanted to launch a surprise attack when most of the Immortal Mountain's forces were concentrated on Sword Mountain." Cong Mo rubbed his chin. "When we returned from the Human Realm, we should have attacked their lair directly, caught them off guard, and killed most of them, thus saving us from all the trouble now."
Leng Can looked puzzled. "There's no room for two tigers in one mountain. But we've been at peace for hundreds of years. What good will it do them to provoke a fight?"
"The demons were born from derogatory words like jealousy, anger, and insecurity. Wherever there's praise, there's corresponding criticism. Now that praise has taken over the world, criticism will always feel unfair. Praise and criticism coexist, interconnected and shared. Wherever there are fairy mountains, there will be demons. This is a force majeure factor." Cong Mo took another piece of hawthorn cake. "Otherwise, the formation of the world would become a one-way entry, with only entry but no exit, and a normal cycle would be impossible. The Peach Blossom Spring is an unattainable dream. Neither the fairy mountains nor the demon world can create such a place."
"Master Jianyi's son is the best example." Leng Can continued her words, giving an example. "He's domineering and shameless, using his own abilities to bully the weak. And yet Master Jianyi still protects him. It's totally unreasonable. A person like that would be a disaster if he stayed in Xianshan."
"I think Master is absolutely right. Anyone who enters the Immortal Mountain should cultivate the Way of Mercy. Only by severing the roots of emotion and refusing to be trapped by it can one protect the world impartially." Cong Mo nodded in agreement. "Desire is the most fundamental root of sin, which can be summarized as the seven emotions and six desires. The Way of Mercy first severing the seven emotions, and then gradually eliminating the six desires through long-term cultivation. If someone from the Immortal Mountain develops feelings for someone from the Demon Realm and shows mercy, the consequences will be unimaginable, inevitably leading to catastrophe and ruining world peace. It would be an extremely tragic thing."
She clenched her fists. "If I knew there was such a person, I would make him suffer more than death. I will also warn the people of the fairy mountain to remember this lesson. If you do it again, you will be sent down the mountain to harm others."
Cong Mo looked at Leng Can, as if hoping to get his approval.
Leng Can immediately gave a thumbs-up to confirm his attitude, "Xiao Mo, you are absolutely right. It is truly wise advice."
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them. Then he curled his lips calmly and stood up to clear the table. "After we finish eating, I will go visit Master. You should get some rest quickly. We have the final competition tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Senior Brother."
"Goodbye, Senior Brother."
When you are warm and full, you think about sex; when you are full, you feel sleepy.
As soon as Xi left, Cong Mo couldn't stop yawning, "Ha... Huh..."
With only the two of them left, Leng Can finally asked, "Xiao Mo, if one day I become possessed by a demon, will you... kill me?"
"Yes." Cong Mo took off his shoes and got under the quilt without thinking, "And I will try to do it as quickly as possible to save you pain."
Leng Can: "..."
He shouldn't have questioned Cong Mo's loyalty to Wuqing Dao.
"I'm definitely not possessed by a demon, haha..." Leng Can scratched his hair and stood at the door, pretending to pull it open to go out. However, his hand was on the door, but he didn't move. His eyes were fixed on Cong Mo, and his words and actions had nothing to do with each other. "Go to sleep, it's getting late, I have to go back."
"Hmm." Cong Mo's consciousness was already drowsy, and he didn't notice his true intention. "You're not here... huhu..."
He started snoring in the middle of his words.
Leng Can: "..."
hehe…
He felt more and more frustrated with his self-esteem, but he had to comfort himself in his heart that Cong Mo was too tired these days and he couldn't throw a tantrum. He had to learn to be considerate, so that he could please others.
But the more he thought about it, the more he collapsed. Leng Can's crazy head exploded.
Is it because he is not good-looking, not tall enough, or not strong enough, that Cong Mo just can't be interested in him?
Leng Can held up the bronze mirror, lit a candle, and looked at his face carefully.
Still incredibly handsome!
Thick eyebrows, big eyes, double eyelids, a high nose bridge, cherry lips, sexy freckles and a perfect jawline.
There is absolutely no fault to be found!
Looking at my own height, over six feet, I stand out in the crowd.
(One foot in the Tang Dynasty is approximately equal to 30.7 cm)
Looking at her own body again, it was white, tender and soft. When she tensed up, she could see four thin abdominal muscles on her stomach.
Leng Can smacked his lips. Compared to Xi Chengming and Yin Yi, his figure did look a bit average, but his shoulders were broad and his legs were long!
He wears clothes in a standard and neat manner, which makes him look more fresh and lively, and he looks like a refined and elegant young man.
Leng Can lay on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt.
From childhood to adulthood, the only three women he had met who were not interested in him were A Niang, Cong Mo, and Ji Shufeng.
He and A Niang are mother and son, and Ji Shufeng is a partner, so naturally they have no experience to talk about.
The only one was Cong Mo. There was no difference in the way he looked at him and at others, no, at other things, a stool, a table or something. Although he looked at everything as if it were a dead object, this was not what he was pursuing.
It was completely different from how he viewed Cong Mo.
"Bad Congmo!" Leng Can kicked the quilt away. "We've already kissed, and you're still... so annoying."
He has experienced a lot in these days of competition and he has indeed learned a lot.
Friendship, tactics, skills, etc., but none of these are as precious and important as Cong Mo.
Leng Can shook his head, shivered with cold, and pulled the quilt back.
He couldn't figure out what his feelings were towards Cong Mo. He wanted Cong Mo to win the game, but he also wanted her to lose to him. Now he wanted her to be special to him.
He stared at the dying candle beside the couch, unable to figure out what was going on in his mind.
His heart was pounding, making a dull sound.
Although they won the second round, Wuqing Mountain required that only the top three could stay. Except for Cong Mo, the remaining three were all stronger than him. How could he destroy Cong Mo's Wuqing Dao in such a short time?
Headache,
Headache.
Leng Can blew out the candle and turned around.
If God gave him a chance to stay, he swore that he would give up all his dignity and use all his tricks to seduce Cong Mo, making her fall into his arms and unable to pull herself out.
What's more, even if she has no emotions, she will still think of her own kindness because of her six desires and can never forget it.
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