Let’s do spiritual practice together!
"Where have you been?" When Leng Can came back, he saw Cong Mo studying magic.
"After waking up, I went to the library and sorted it out. Next time I read, I'll take it seriously." Cong Mo raised his head from the book and looked at the old man with his hands covering his arms and the arrogant Qi behind him, with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong with them?"
"Nothing." Leng Can also felt a little guilty. Instigated by him, he refused to believe that the old man hadn't hit him. The two of them struggled so much that the old man began to suspect he was sleepwalking. He changed the subject, "Want a light meal tonight? Porridge, please."
"Can."
After dinner and a short rest, Cong Mo went back to the back mountain. Since she felt at ease and no longer had any doubts about this place, there was no need for Leng Can to sleep on the hard floor with her.
Leng Can was a little reluctant at first, "I'm used to sleeping here, it's okay. If you suddenly ask me to go back to sleep on the bed, I will be uncomfortable."
"It's not good for your waist." Cong Mo turned away ruthlessly. "Your health is already poor, and now you're using this as an excuse to avoid training. If you continue sleeping, I'm afraid you'll be sleeping beside others while they're training."
Leng Can: “…”
He had no way to refute it.
Cong Mo didn't give him any chance to slip up, so he flew to the back mountain on his sword and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Leng Can stamped his feet in anger. "Am I some kind of monster? Stinky Xiaomo, bad Xiaomo... I'm annoying."
He cursed for a long time, until the entire Wuqing Mountain fell silent, and then he slowly hurried back, "Tomorrow, I won't pay any attention to you..."
After a long nap in the afternoon, Cong Mo returned to the cabin and was no longer sleepy. She sat down on the couch and suddenly remembered the book in her arms.
With nothing to do, I thought about it, took it out from my pocket, turned on the warm lamp, leaned against the edge of the couch, and started reading in the light.
However, in this book, apart from the initial text introduction, the rest are all pictures of various poses.
There are much more than words, and it looks like they are not wearing any clothes.
She had never seen this kind of book before and was a little curious.
What kind of knowledge is discussed in this book that needs to be expressed through pictures?
The book begins with the following: [Spiritual power arises from nature, or from the intermingling of life. Nothing in the world can live alone; two people form a team, relying on each other.]
[There are tens of thousands of ways to increase spiritual power, but none of them can help you achieve it most quickly without spiritual practice. This book teaches you the methods, postures, and feelings of spiritual practice.]
[Two people embrace, their figures intertwined, under the bright moon, sweating profusely, men and men, men and women, and women and women are all welcome.]
It takes two people.
A man and a woman, a man and a man, a woman and a woman.
Cong Mo only had a vague understanding and turned the page.
The rest of the book is filled with various pictures, divided into three parts, explaining three different spiritual practices. Some pictures have a few lines of text below for analysis, while others are bare with nothing on them.
It took her only half an hour to finish reading everything.
It turns out that the fastest way to restore spiritual power is spiritual practice. If it is done perfectly, you can reach a higher level at a time.
Why didn’t Master tell her such a wonderful method?
Also put it in the [Not necessary] tag.
Could it be that Master wants to keep it for himself?
"Master shouldn't be this kind of person..."
Cong Mo couldn't understand it, and looking at these pictures, he became more and more annoyed.
"Two people?"
In my mind, Leng Can naturally came to mind.
If I practice spiritual cultivation with Leng Can, the improvement will probably be slower, after all, Leng Can's spiritual power is weak.
But looking at the postures in the book, Cong Mo frowned unconsciously.
If she were to do this kind of thing naked with someone else, she imagined that she would be extremely unhappy and might even be unable to bear it and kick the other person away.
It would not be a good thing if someone got hurt.
"Xiao Can?" Cong Mo thought that if the two of them practiced spiritual cultivation, it could also improve Leng Can's cultivation, which would be a good thing.
Leng Can shouldn't refuse her.
Never mind, it doesn't matter if my spiritual power improves slowly, I can just do it a few more times...
She thought her idea was perfect, so she put the book aside, took off her coat and shoes, and got into bed.
It’s a good way to kill two birds with one stone.
Let's tell Leng Can about this tomorrow. He should be happy.
"Today's porridge seems a little salty." Leng Can tasted it.
"Stir-fry some greens without adding salt," he said. "Eating greens with porridge can neutralize the saltiness of each other."
"That's a good idea." Leng Can gave him a thumbs up, "Then I..."
"Xiaocan!"
Cong Mo suddenly came in and interrupted their conversation.
"What's wrong?" Leng Can didn't expect her to wake up so early.
"I have good news for you."
"Good news?" He was very perceptive. "What good news? I want to hear it too. You can't hide any secrets from me."
"It's not a secret." Cong Mo looked at him and thought seriously. "You probably can't. The book doesn't say that sword spirits can participate."
"?"
He lost interest as soon as he heard it. "Forget it. It's another book about martial arts training. I'm not interested. Junior brother, take the porridge outside and I'll stir-fry the vegetables."
"Okay then." Leng Can untied the apron in front of him, holding the porridge and followed her out.
"What do you want to say?" Leng Can was still sulking about her ignoring him yesterday, and his tone was light when he spoke to her.
Cong Mo didn't notice anything, so he took out a book from his arms and placed it in his hand, "Xiao Can, take a look."
"What is this?" Leng Can read the name on the book, "How to quickly increase spiritual power. Tsk... where did you find this book? It must be a scam. Besides, I don't need it."
He held the book with disdain, flipping open a page at random. When he saw the picture clearly, his eyes widened instantly, and then he immediately closed the book, his face flushed like a monkey's butt, and he spoke incoherently, "You, what do you think of this, this kind of thing!"
"What?"
"What, what is that... How can you have such a thing? What are these things? You..." Leng Can threw the book back into her arms, stuttering and unable to speak clearly. "This, this is Wuqing Mountain, a place for practicing Taoism, a pure place. We must keep it pure and clean. How can you have such an idea? Xiao Mo, I didn't expect you to be such a person. I will never believe you again, and I will never have such bad intentions... Don't try to test me. Even if I have such thoughts, I won't be fooled..."
Cong Mo held the book, confused. "I don't understand what you're saying. Are you unwilling? But... this is really amazing and will be very beneficial to us."
"Of course I don't want to!" Leng Can raised his head, met her empty eyes and immediately lowered it, the heat in his body rushed to his head. How could Cong Mo watch such a thing, and... want to invite him to do it together,
But Cong Mo should do it with him...
No, no,
"oops…"
This, what is this?
They were not married, and only after marriage could they do such things. Moreover, she practiced the ruthless way, and showing him these things was simply too much.
"You, can't do it either."
"?" Cong Mo stared at his flushed face. "Why? This is very good for me, and it will not be bad for you either. There is no reason for you to refuse."
Maybe my invitation wasn't formal enough, which caused his hesitation and uneasiness?
Cong Mo paused, coughed twice, then held out his hand to him seriously and said, "Xiao Can, let's practice spiritual cultivation together. I will be responsible for you."
“?” Now it was Leng Can’s turn to not understand what she meant. He didn’t even dare to look at her. “Spiritual cultivation…what is it?”
Cong Mo: “…”
"It's what's written in the book. You only took a quick look, so naturally you don't know what it is." Cong Mo patiently explained to him, "Spiritual cultivation is when two people are intimate with each other, exchanging spiritual energy to improve their realm. It's the fastest way to increase spiritual energy."
It turns out that this kind of thing is called spiritual practice, and it can also quickly improve spiritual power during the practice.
Cong Mo had no other thoughts, he just wanted to use this to quickly increase his spiritual power, so he wanted to do this with him.
She had no idea of the other meaning of this matter.
Leng Can was a little disappointed, unable to put it into words.
Cong Mo didn't have any feelings for him.
He was very unhappy. "But, there are other ways. Why do we have to use only this one? It's very, very troublesome."
"It's not a big deal, and those postures are very simple. The book also says that spiritual practice has a great effect on improving the spiritual power of both parties. It is even higher than the usual closed-door practice. If the spiritual power of two people is quite compatible, it can even improve a level at a time." Cong Mo saw that he really had no intention of agreeing, so he didn't intend to force it.
Isn’t cultivation the same for everyone? Leng Can didn’t want to, so she went to find someone who was willing.
"If you don't want to, that's fine. I'll find someone else."
"No, this kind of thing..." Leng Can swallowed his saliva, holding her with one hand and covering his nose with the other. Blood from his nose dripped down his fingers, "...You can only do it with me."
"Why? Is there anything special about this?" Cong Mo was puzzled. He pulled his hand away and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. "You have a nosebleed. Wipe it."
"I..." Leng Can looked at the kitchen not far away. It was very likely that Li would come out from inside at any time and hear their conversation. He didn't want others to know what they were talking about.
Fortunately, Xi is a sword spirit, so Cong Mo did not tell him about this just now.
Otherwise he will regret it deeply.
He blocked his nose and grabbed Cong Mo's wrist, "Let's... go talk somewhere else first."
When the two returned, the old man had already woken up. He was holding a bowl of porridge and reading a notebook in his hand. "What were you doing? You came back so late. I've been waiting for you for so long that I'm hungry."
Cong Mo didn't want to hide it from them, "We are going to... um..."
Leng Can covered her mouth with his hand, looking embarrassed, "Um... I have something to say to her, you guys eat first, you guys eat first."
"It's strangely tight." It had always been like this between them. The old man didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he could always get it out of Leng Can in the end. He picked up the porridge and took a sip. "Xiang, your cooking is really getting better and better."
“Isn’t the porridge salty?”
"It's not salty." The old man was quite pleased. "It's just that this dish has no taste."
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