Idiot is not a good word, I'm afraid it's not appropriate
"What are you doing here?"
The puzzlement on Leng Can's face had not yet dissipated. He looked at the old man with confusion. He immediately stood up and saluted, but the old man raised his arm to stop him. "No need to salute."
"Thank you, Master." Leng Can naturally couldn't sympathize with an old man talking about his troubles. He smiled a smile that was uglier than crying. "I'll just enjoy the scenery here and go back soon."
"Really?" The old man, a head shorter than him, looked up at him with a look of kindness and concern in his eyes. He gently patted his shoulder and said, "If you have any troubles, you can talk to me. After all, I've lived longer than you, so I naturally know more than you do."
As a ruthless Taoist, it was very rare for him to show such emotion in his eyes. Leng Can's mouth twitched, and he almost thought that the master in front of him was fake. "Master, you... don't look at me like that, it's like... Forget it, Master, I'm just taking in the scenery, it's really nothing."
"Very well then." The old man, unable to conceal his disappointment, lowered his arm and turned to leave. "It seems I'm really old, and you youngsters are unwilling to negotiate with me."
"Oh... no..." Leng Can had indeed fallen for the trick, looking flustered and unable to bear it. He took two steps forward and said, "Master, I didn't mean that. I... just... I have a younger brother, and he..."
"How is he?" The old man quickly put his arm around his back and pushed him to sit on the grass. He sat beside him and conjured up a bag of candy from his hand. "Orange flavor, you like it very much."
"Thank you, Master." Leng Can took the bag, took out a candy and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste spread in his mouth, giving him some energy. "My... brother, he, it's a matter of love between a man and a woman. Master, do you understand?"
"That's not right. Master, although you practice the way of ruthlessness, you have seen a lot over the years, men and women, loving couples, and more paths than books. No matter what, you have to listen before you can give me a solution and help you...brother." He played the role of a good and patient master, listening to Leng Can talk about the troubles he said he was forced to talk about.
Leng Can sighed deeply, "It's just... he has a nemesis who he's grown up with... and this nemesis has always been better than him in every way since they were little, so he's particularly unwilling to accept it. And then, this nemesis now wants to pass the imperial examinations and become an official in the court, focusing on his studies. My brother isn't cut out for the imperial examinations, so there's no way he can beat him on the road to fame and fortune. So, he has evil intentions and has come up with a crooked plan. He wants to... seduce this nemesis and make her fall into the arms of a gentle woman, giving up halfway and losing hope of success. In this way, he can turn the tables and win the battle they've been fighting for so many years, but..."
Leng Can shook his head, seemingly puzzled. "This old enemy of his is like a piece of wood, unable to fall into any trap. He treats him very well, almost accommodating his every request, but he doesn't have any feelings for him. He...he even wrote to me yesterday, saying that for some reason, his old enemy has been treating him coldly and rudely recently, treating him just like he did in the beginning before he seduced her. He doesn't care about anything. As his younger brother, I can't find the reason and I'm about to give up."
"Love has always required persistence to achieve true results." The old man stroked his beard. Although he appeared calm, a closer look revealed his pupils trembling, clearly desperately trying to think of a solution. "Although sometimes giving up can lead to good results, for me, since my old enemy has allowed your brother to get close, it doesn't mean he dislikes me. Tell your brother not to give up."
"If there is no hope, then..."
"What if it's you, no, it's him who's using the wrong method, or maybe his nemesis can't express himself and is hiding it deep down?"
Leng Can thought for a moment, then denied it. "Of course not. His sworn enemy's mind is filled with nothing but... ruthlessness, bah, achieving fame and repaying the world. He's just not good at this. He speaks bluntly and says whatever he thinks. He can't even lie. He's incredibly stupid and... annoying."
The more he spoke, the more resentful his expression became, as if he hated it very much.
"Then we should increase our efforts." He described Cong Mo's condition exactly. The old man pretended to be ignorant and tried to comfort him, "What if... she has her own difficulties! Or maybe she is just born with a lack of foundation in sexual desire?"
"Lack of foundation." Leng Can pondered for a moment, and after hearing what the old man said, he seemed to have found his direction. "Master, could you explain what lack of foundation means?"
The old man said, "Lust is generated by the root of love within the body. If a person expresses extreme confusion and rejection of the seven emotions and six desires, it's possible that there's a problem with the root of love, either missing or broken. We need to learn more about it so we can find a solution, but..."
He looked at Leng Can's starry eyes and thought that he was very easy to be hooked. "Love roots, as the name suggests, are roots born from love. They can be repaired through postnatal nourishment."
"Then..." Leng Can grasped his hand, his beautiful eyes trembling, clear and bright, "...Master means that if I, your brother, use some more tricks and increase my efforts to seduce her, maybe I can mend her feelings and turn the tables."
"Yes." The old man stroked his beard. "He's very intelligent. It's hard to mend the roots of love, but you shouldn't be easily discouraged."
Leng Can was encouraged and became more cheerful. He was no longer as lifeless as before. He smiled brightly at the old man, and then stood up and left. "Thank you, Master. I'll tell my brother right away."
The old man looked at his cheerful back, feeling both happy at having achieved his goal and confused.
"Master, you are such a good actor." Xi appeared beside him and praised.
The old man glanced at him and said, "I also worked in a theatrical troupe for a while before I went to the immortal mountain. I can still act out the emotions of this kind of character. We still need to investigate the follow-up matters. As for the matter of love, I can only put my hope on Leng Can."
"If he can't control her..." the old man sighed. "Once Cong Mo is out of control, the Three Realms will be in turmoil. She is both the last barrier and the hidden tinder."
When Leng Can was looking for Cong Mo, she was reading a book about magic. She was so focused that she didn't notice him approaching.
Leng Can was encouraged and became more interested. He thought Cong Mo's indifference in recent days was just a change of character. It was nothing more than starting all over again. What's the big deal? He could do it before, so why can't he do it now?
The old man's words may not have entered his ears, but they were all in his heart and became a helper that pushed him to take action.
Even the number one person in Wuqingdao helped him, so why shouldn't he do it?
He wanted to carry out his plan to the end.
Cong Mo, wait and see!
"Junior brother, what are you hiding there for?" A wave of air flew over and blew past his ear.
Leng Can was startled and quickly jumped out, his mouth full of anger as usual, "Why did you throw me? What if I hurt my face?"
"Then what are you doing hiding in the dark?" Cong Mo didn't even raise his eyes, but raised his arm and opened his palm towards him. A force wrapped around his waist. Leng Can staggered and was pulled forward by this force, almost hitting the table.
Before he could get angry, a force suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the stone bench. Cong Mo was in a good mood and showed off to him, "The magic I learned from the book."
Leng Can couldn't help but have a cold face, and ripples appeared in his heart. It would be fine if Cong Mo didn't call him Xiaocan, but if it was the case in the past, why would she treat him so rudely? In that case, he would definitely give her a beating, but Cong Mo was different now. She treated him coldly and always felt that she was going to punch him in the next second.
The aura she exuded was so terrifying and cold that he was a little afraid of her, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, "So you used this technique on me. What if I got hurt?"
"You won't get hurt." Cong Mo returned his gaze to the book. "I'll take care of things, Junior Brother, don't worry."
Leng Can curled his lips, feeling extremely concerned about this title, "Why are you suddenly calling me Junior Brother?"
Cong Mo explained, "Your martial arts talent is even worse than mine. Even though we're going up the mountain together, it's safer to call me Junior Brother. If you call me Second Senior Brother, I might not accept it."
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I don't know." Cong Mo seemed to be annoyed by his question. He turned the book over and put it down on the table, then looked up at him. His eyes were clear, his black pupils were deep, and he was ruthless and extremely cold. He was in a completely different state from the way Cong Mo looked at him a few days ago.
Cong Mo would never look at him so coldly. Leng Can felt a prick in his heart, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes, making his entire eyeballs wet, soft and vulnerable, in sharp contrast to Cong Mo.
He turned his head away, wiped his eyes, and asked directly as a cover-up, "Why don't you call me Xiaocan anymore?"
"Since we have entered the Immortal Mountain, we should address each other according to the rules of the Immortal Mountain. I am Senior Sister, and you are Junior Brother. This is the rule. Without rules, there will be no order. Otherwise, calling this old man Master will be meaningless."
"But..." Leng Can clenched his fists, "Why didn't you feel this way before?"
Cong Mo blinked rapidly, her expression revealing confusion and anxiety. She scratched her hair, the corner of her mouth raised. "I don't know. Maybe I was just immature and stupid back then. Calling each other by such intimate names would be against the rules. We should change it."
"Oh..." Leng Can said, feeling stubborn, "What if I don't want to?"
"..." Cong Mo didn't expect that he would resolutely reject his well-reasoned analysis and warning. His mind immediately stopped and paused to think, "If you don't want to... that's not good. Otherwise, what do you want to call me?"
Leng Can couldn't help but scold her, "Cong Mo, you idiot."
"Idiot isn't a good word. I'm afraid it's not appropriate. I'd better think of something else."
Leng Can: "..."
No, how come there are people in this world who are so suitable for practicing the Way of Mercy?
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