pink skirt
After a few days of peace, Leng Can's sword-flying skills became more and more proficient, but he could only fly low, often only half a meter away from the ground. Flying higher was mentally demanding, and any higher flight required spiritual support. It was difficult for Leng Can to persist for too long, but he was very satisfied with it. It was faster and easier than simply walking.
"Junior brother, why are you so sleepy?" Xi flew past him. As a sword spirit, he could float in the air.
Leng Can yawned, and the vegetarian bun in his hand was tasteless. "Brother, I haven't spoken to Xiao Mo for several days. She always comes home very late these days, and when she comes back, she is so sleepy that she can't say a few words to me."
"Junior sister?" Yi said naturally, "She has been busy with the master these days and really doesn't have time to chat with you."
"What did Master call her for?" Leng Can asked.
He sighed, "Junior sister has mastered the complete sword technique. She has mastered most of the sword techniques by heart. She has mastered this level of sword technique to the point of 70% or 80%. I can't teach her more about the integration of spirit and sword. I can only ask Master for help."
"She practiced so fast?" Leng Can was speechless. He knew that Cong Mo was powerful and had hardly met any opponents, but he really didn't expect that she could be so smart as to make a breakthrough in swordsmanship in just half a month.
He was very resigned to his defeat. Fortunately, he had thought of luring Cong Mo early on instead of competing with Cong Mo for the cultivation of the Ruthless Dao, otherwise he would definitely have lost miserably.
"Yeah!" he sighed, "It's also my fault that I'm not good at swordsmanship."
"How could that be? Xiaomo is just too powerful." Leng Can consoled him, "Don't you still have me? I'm pretty dumb."
"Indeed." He patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "And you."
Leng Can: “…”
If I had known this, I wouldn't have comforted him.
When the two arrived at the training ground, they were rarely seen to see Cong Mo and the old man Qing Yi.
Seeing the two of them, the old man relaxed and said, "Come quickly."
Leng Can increased the speed of his sword and quickly rushed to Cong Mo's side, "Xiao Mo."
"Yes, Xiaocan." Cong Mo nodded.
The excitement of not seeing each other for a long time overwhelmed him. Leng Can was not unhappy about her coldness. Instead, his ears turned red and he kept glancing at her under the old man's nose.
The Master of Love coughed and asked with concern, "How has Leng Can's sword training been going lately?"
Leng Can was stunned for a moment, then immediately replied, "I have mastered the basics of sword control, and I have also learned a lot of sword techniques."
He also ignored the rolling eyes from the person beside him.
The old man smiled kindly and said, "That's good. You've been here for over half a month now. If you always stay in the mountains to practice, you'll forget the world. We cultivate to protect others. If we stay away from the world for a long time, how can we fulfill our mission? So, our mission today is to go down the mountain and participate in the Lantern Festival."
"?" Leng Can's face showed doubt, his focus no longer on the matter of whether he could go down the mountain. "What are you talking about, Master? It was scorching summer when we arrived, how come we've only been here for half a month and it's already the Lantern Festival?"
"Haha..." The old man stroked his beard, "Leng Can, I'm afraid you don't understand the situation clearly."
"The flow rates in the immortal mountains are different from those in the human world." Yu was the first to answer. "The seasons in each immortal mountain are different. Jian Mountain is in spring all year round, Ling Mountain alternates between summer and winter all year round, and Wuqing Mountain maintains the cycle of autumn and winter all year round. One day in the human world is more than half a month in Wuqing Mountain, so the difference is natural."
He looked at the cold air falling from the sky and said, "I guess it will be winter when we return."
"Winter is coming!" Leng Can hugged Cong Mo's arm and said, "Should we go home and get some cotton clothes? Wuqing Mountain is already cold, how cold will it be in winter?"
"Of course not." The old man said, "Wuqing Mountain has its own uniform of cotton-padded clothes. When the weather gets cold, it will be a good time to train your inner heat, so you won't need too many clothes to keep out the cold."
Without any worries, Leng Can immediately became excited and jumped up and down, pulling Cong Mo along. "Hey hey... let's go down the mountain and play!"
Seeing that he was happy, Cong Mo's nerves, which had been tense for many days, relaxed.
"Okay, pack in an hour. I'll send you clothes soon, and then we'll set off."
"good!"
He followed the old man to prepare some money for the journey. On the way back, only Leng Can and Cong Mo were left. He couldn't help but pull Cong Mo to chat.
"Xiao Mo, you've been so busy these days that you don't have time to talk to me?"
"Xiao Mo, are you tired?"
"Xiao Mo, you are so amazing. You must protect me in the future! But I have also made a lot of progress in the past few days! I..."
Cong Mo just listened to him and answered a few words from time to time. She had been studying with the old man Qing Yi these days to learn how to use thoughts to control the sword spirit so that the sword could be used in battle without the help of a weapon.
This move is very mentally demanding, and sword practitioners also need a lot of spiritual power and energy to practice it. In the early stages, they need to force the spiritual power in their bodies to surge out and achieve harmony with the sword spirit. Only by combining them together can they unleash the maximum power when wielding the sword. This forced her to sleep poorly these days.
Fortunately, Yanhuo has been behaving well these days and hasn't caused any trouble for her, but... she looked at Leng Can who was beside her with great interest.
Leng Can's praise still made her happy, but she would definitely not let Leng Can practice this trick. Leng Can had no interest in practicing Taoism. The spiritual energy in his body was slowly replenished, and it was even more difficult for him to concentrate, not to mention such a life-consuming thing. Once he lost his concentration, he would easily go astray.
She didn't want Leng Can to become a monster and bring disaster to the world, and she didn't want him to die in her hands.
Leng Can finally dragged Cong Mo into his room and said, "Xiao Can, stay with me for a while longer. I have something to give you."
Cong Mo naturally couldn't refuse him, but as soon as she entered the house, she couldn't open her eyes and fell straight towards Leng Can. The house, which was filled with fairy air, was extremely warm and there was always a faint fragrance lingering around, which could soothe people's minds.
Leng Can didn't look surprised at all. He just sighed, picked her up and carried her to the bed. "I saw you just now, you were listless. You must be exhausted these days. You're still so stubborn."
Cong Mo was speechless. He rested his head on his chest and fell asleep as soon as he lay on the couch.
Leng Can covered her with a blanket, and when Xi came to bring clothes, he just took the clothes and didn't let him in. The two of them stood outside the door and chatted.
Yu was also inevitably excited. He hadn't been down the mountain to the human world for a long time. His face was filled with unconcealed joy. "Junior sister, are you so sleepy?"
"Well, I want her to sleep a little longer." Leng Can said, "Can you ask Master for mercy so that we can go alone on the sword later?"
"That's fine. I'll go back and tell Master."
Leng Can pulled him aside to talk about the joys of the human world. "The human world is so much fun! The Lantern Festival is even more so. My mother always took me there when I was a child. Festivals in town are all like this, not to mention the ones in the capital. There are acrobatics, magic tricks, and all kinds of delicious food. When the time comes, I will definitely take you to the famous Jiefenglou for a big meal. I've read about that place in a book and I've been craving it for a long time."
"Yeah." He said excitedly, "You must come early."
"Um."
Leng Can locked the door and Qinghan was locked outside. He stretched, opened the cupboard quietly, and took out a thick package from the innermost part. It was the one he brought when he first went up the mountain.
When I opened the package, I found an exquisitely crafted pink tassel skirt with pearl buttons at the neckline and waist. The tassels dangling at the waist looked playful. The special design of the skirt hem and the simple tail made it look more dignified.
He had already prepared this dress before he learned that Cong Mo was going up the mountain.
When he was in the town, he always felt that Cong Mo was too dull and didn't like to talk. She was like an abandoned mute or an unconscious wooden stake. Every day she fiddled with the yellow and purple talismans and did things that were not suitable for her age. Her parents rarely took care of her, so naturally the children in the town didn't like to play with her.
But Leng Can was also a bit awkward. He felt sorry for her but was also jealous of her intelligence, so he became curious.
He began to pester her, insisting on being with her, competing with her in everything, following Cong Mo like a follower every day, making a lot of noise, and sharing fun and delicious things with her. Over time, Cong Mo would also look at him. If he said ten sentences, Cong Mo might respond with one or two.
While Cong Mo was drawing talismans, he sat beside her without moving, clamoring to learn too. However, Cong Mo said it was dangerous and that he was weak. If she learned it, she could protect him, and he didn't need to waste time on these things.
So Leng Can's eyes turned red, and he said to her that he was weak with great contempt, and ignored her for half a month. Later, he comforted himself and started to compare her in other aspects.
So he didn't allow her to not go to school. How could such a smart girl not learn to read and write? He made the whole town know that the landlord's son was a big devil and was incompatible with the Cong family. If Cong Mo's parents wanted to survive in the town, they could not resist the landlord, so they had to let Cong Mo go to school.
Cong Mo learned to read and understood the truth. By staying with him every day, Cong Mo gradually listened to him and occasionally had an expression on his face. He told him everything, but Leng Can was still no match for Cong Mo in any way.
The two of them became an incompatible bunch, and Cong Mo used the yellow talismans she made to beat down those who bullied them. Gradually, everyone in the town called Cong Mo a monster, but Leng Can began to feel amorous and thought Cong Mo was cute. He hated these rumors and was afraid that Cong Mo would be sad because of them. When he climbed over the wall to look for her in the middle of the night, he heard her asking for the Tao.
Of course he was unwilling. How could he be willing? He had never defeated Cong Mo once. He had no talent in the path of seeking the truth, so he would definitely not be able to beat Cong Mo. He begged his father to let him propose marriage to keep Cong Mo.
But when I went there the next day, Cong Mo had already left.
He gritted his teeth, left a note, and followed without telling his parents.
Leng Can picked up the pink tassel skirt in his hand and swallowed his saliva. The pink color was too much against Cong Mo's personality, but Cong Mo put it on...
Leng Can shook his head, trying to get rid of the chaotic thoughts from his mind, but... he thought, Cong Mo would look very cute in it.
"Xiaocan?" Cong Mo's voice rang out, "What time is it?"
Leng Can was suddenly startled, grabbed his clothes and hid them behind his back, and said nervously, "Well, it's getting late anyway."
"Master and Senior Brother left first?" Cong Mo rubbed his head and sat up, "Why didn't they call me?"
"You're too tired." Leng Can said seriously, "It's okay to be late."
"Yeah." Cong Mo turned over and got off the bed, putting on her shoes with her eyes downcast. Just when Leng Can thought she hadn't seen and was about to put her skirt away, Cong Mo suddenly said, "Pink skirt?"
Leng Can: “…”
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