I hate ruthlessness
"Then you can call me Brother Leng. I'm a little older than you."
Cong Mo thought about it for a while, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on why. "Well... you're not even a few days older than me."
"Ji Ri is older than you." Leng Can's expression was unfathomable. "I am older than you anyway, so you should respect me. You can't call me brother or sister. What's wrong with asking you to call me Brother Leng? Isn't this a normal thing?"
The rhetoric continued one after another, confusing Cong Mo's originally energetic brain.
"Uh...you do have a point."
"Why don't you just call me brother?"
"Leng...Brother..." Cong Mo opened and closed his mouth, but the sound was stuck inside. He couldn't shout out no matter how hard he tried. Finally, he gave up and settled for the next best thing. "Can I still call you Xiaocan? This...Brother, I don't know why, I always can't call you that. It feels awkward."
"Then I'll agree to it reluctantly." Leng Can covered his face and shook his head, pretending to be sad.
Cong Mo blinked and found that he seemed to be framed.
"Okay then..." Leng Can coaxed her, confirming that he was still better than her in this aspect. He was in a very good mood and happy. He decided to give her a day off today and go back to draw up a new plan and develop strategic policies. "You study, I'm going to go back."
Cong Mo was stunned. "Oh...Xiao, Can."
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"Amo, today is my regular day off. I came to see you. Can you teach me swordsmanship?"
Before Leng Can could do anything, Ji Shufeng came to Wuqing Mountain to look for Cong Mo.
"What are you doing here?" Leng Can followed behind Cong Mo, looking at her unhappily, with his arms folded in a protective posture.
"I came to see you." Ji Shufeng was older than them and knew Leng Can was childish, so she didn't argue with him. "Don't you welcome me?"
"nature…"
"Of course you're welcome." Cong Mo picked up Leng Can's unpleasant words and said, "Wuqing Mountain still has to know the art of hospitality."
"Yes, yes, yes." Leng Can subconsciously wanted to put his arm on Cong Mo's shoulder, "Welcome... I'll go..."
Before his arm touched Cong Mo, he dodged sideways, and Leng Can almost stumbled and fell down.
Cong Mo used his magic to help him up from the air, "Stand up straight."
Leng Can looked at her in shock, his words stuck in his throat, "You, you..."
"I said I won't let you fall." Cong Mo's expression was calm as usual, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with this action.
Leng Can looked at Ji Shufeng, then at Cong Mo, turned around, and left without saying a word.
The distance between the two was obviously different from before, and Ji Shufeng naturally noticed it. She looked at Cong Mo who did not move a step, and asked tentatively, "Amo, Leng Can is angry."
"Why are you angry?" Cong Mo said innocently, "Being angry all the time is not good for your health."
"Aren't you going to chase him?"
"He has no reason to be angry, and there's no need for me to apologize." Cong Mo walked forward first. "There should be distance between people. Constantly touching is both inappropriate and extremely inappropriate. Come with me."
"...Uh..." Ji Shufeng looked at her calm expression and said nothing.
Without sexual desire, she naturally prefers to be single and is unwilling to touch them. Cong Mo is... He has succeeded in practicing the ruthless Taoism, so why is he so indifferent to Leng Can, like a stranger.
Ji Shufeng couldn't describe his emotions, nor did he dare to touch her. He walked beside her and asked, "Are you going to take me to visit Wuqing Mountain?"
"It's the same as Tongjian Mountain. If you like it, that's fine."
"Then teach me some swordsmanship." Ji Shufeng smiled. "Master Jianyi is currently selecting a successor. I want to compete for the position. Can you help me?"
"You're certainly not qualified at your current level," Cong Mo commented. "I can help you, but more importantly, you need to cultivate yourself. French techniques require practice, and using swordsmanship requires manipulating the spiritual energy within your body. Seclusion and training also takes time. As you can see from the Jianshan Competition, there are many people in Jianshan who are more powerful than you. The position of Sect Leader... I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to take it."
"Well, but I still want to work hard for this. Since I want the position of the head, I have to pay for it. As long as you are willing to teach me." Ji Shufeng was full of motivation. "Thank you, Amo."
"Practicing Buddhism is not difficult for me, so I don't need to thank you."
Except for the main fairy mountain, the structures of the remaining fairy mountains are not much different. Apart from the differences in seasons and environment, the styles and decorations are also determined by the preferences of the elders. It is difficult to practice Taoism in Wuqing Mountain, and it is difficult for disciples to persist for too long. The population is sparse, but the monthly allocation of silver for each fairy mountain is the same. Wuqing Mountain does not need to use the silver on disciples, and there is no use in keeping the silver. So the old man Qingyi thought of spending a lot of financial resources on the repair of Wuqing Mountain.
It was much more gorgeous and clear than Jianshan Mountain. Ji Shufeng and Cong Mo had only walked around less than half of it when an hour had passed.
"I'm so tired." Ji Shufeng's legs and feet were numb and she felt very uncomfortable. "Do you want to take a rest?"
"Are you very tired?"
"Yeah." Ji Shufeng curled her lips, "I want to take a break. When I was at Jianshan before, I didn't think it was this big."
"Compared to Jianshan, Wuqingshan is relatively empty, so it's normal to feel tired." Cong Mo stepped back a few steps and moved closer to her. He raised his arm to hold her, a hint of spiritual power seeping from his brows. "I'll take you back to the living room to rest."
In the blink of an eye, they appeared in the hall specially used to entertain guests. Ji Shufeng strode onto the chair, her whole body softening. "Will this consume too much of your spiritual energy?"
"No, we can't treat our guests badly." Cong Mo poured her a cup of hot tea. "The tea is always warm in the living room, waiting to be served to our guests."
"Thank you." Ji Shufeng took a sip, and the warm liquid rolled into her stomach. "Are you really not going to see Leng Can?"
"Guests come first." Cong Mo sat down next to her. "Leng Can is familiar with this place. There's no need for him to stay with me all the time. We need our own space."
"If he's unhappy..." Ji Shufeng felt strange too. When they were together, she felt that Leng Can was abrupt and had no sense of boundaries between men and women, which would hurt Cong Mo. Now that they kept a reasonable distance between them, she felt that Cong Mo was too cold. He always emphasized the word "guest" when he was with her, and was nice to her because she was a guest, not... a friend.
Leaving Leng Can's Cong Mo, people feel very strange.
Ji Shufeng looked at her cautiously, "...didn't you know how to coax him in the past?"
"Is he angry?" Cong Mo poured himself a cup of tea.
"It's obvious, Leng Can can't hide it." Ji Shufeng said bluntly, "The only one who can't see it... is you."
"So..." Cong Mo recalled the past in his mind, "Should I buy a roast chicken to appease him?"
Ji Shufeng said slowly, "If he likes it, and you're willing."
Cong Mo calculated the silver in her hand, "It's enough to buy a roast chicken..."
She looked at Ji Shufeng with a puzzled expression, "But... why should I coax him? Why doesn't he need others to coax him? Why is he angry with me... and why did I do that? Logically speaking, according to the book, even if we have known each other since childhood, our relationship shouldn't be that close... like... close friends who can talk about anything."
She had many questions that she couldn't figure out, such as why she had to obey Leng Can's words, why she couldn't bear to see Leng Can suffer, and why she had to tolerate him and make him happy.
Cong Mo didn't understand, and even now, she couldn't figure it out. It was as if something important was buried in the deepest part of her heart, wrapped in a thick layer of wall. The wall was getting thicker and thicker, and she couldn't dig it out, so she couldn't see clearly.
Why is that?
She has memories, but in her memories, she cannot understand what she has done.
It feels empty, as if a place in my heart that was finally filled up has become empty again.
"This..." Ji Shufeng looked at Cong Mo again and felt that she had a bit of pity for her. She couldn't explain the reason to her. Could it be that Leng Can liked her, so she had to be nice to Leng Can?
This makes no sense at all.
But liking someone is a personal matter. If Cong Mo doesn't have that intention, what's the point of forcing it on her? Unrequited love is the most painful.
Leng Can also couldn't understand his own heart. Ji Shufeng would never forget the orange glow of the afterglow shining on Leng Can's cheeks when the sun set. Leng Can, who was usually carefree, had his eyes filled with deep sorrow at that time.
Ji Shufeng came back to her senses and looked at Cong Mo who was still struggling.
Now she seems to understand.
Leng Can was unwilling to admit it, perhaps because of his arrogance, or perhaps because the person he fell in love with could never truly love him.
"Amo, I don't know why he's angry either." Ji Shufeng nodded between her eyebrows and smiled, "Don't frown. If you're so worried and want the answer so badly, why don't you just ask yourself? Worrying about it won't get you any results."
Cong Mo suddenly realized what was going on and stood up to leave. "Thank you. The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. I really should go ask him why I was like that."
"Wait a minute." Ji Shufeng grabbed her sleeve. "Buy him a roast chicken. You always coax him like this. Maybe he'll be happier and talk to you more."
Cong Mo thought about it and felt that what she said made a lot of sense. "Well, I'll go now. You can go back to Jianshan on your own. I hope you will forgive me for my poor hospitality today."
Ji Shufeng waved at her and said, "Go quickly."
Cong Mo hurried as fast as she could and consumed a lot of spiritual energy before landing in the human world. She wanted to know the reason so much that she didn't take the long way around to the restaurant that Leng Can loved to eat at the most. She just found a roast chicken restaurant and bought one.
At this time, Leng Can's eyes were so swollen from crying that he couldn't open them.
"Woo woo..." He buried his head in the pillow, which was wet and spread out.
He hiccuped sadly, "Hiccup... stinky... hiccup Congmo, I will never... hiccup... ignore you again... hiccup..."
The more he hiccuped, the more uncomfortable he felt. He even took off his coat and got into the quilt to wrap himself up, "Woo... woo..."
He has been pampered since he was a child. If he shed even a few drops of saliva, let alone tears, the servants in the house would be scolded. Now his tears are flowing like a river and no one comes to comfort him.
Leng Canxin was almost dying.
"Damn Congmo!"
"Stinky bush!"
"Bad Congmo!"
"I hate...hiccup...ruthless ways!"
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