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"Xiaocan?" Cong Mo was a little confused. He shook the two tattered trouser legs in his hands and said, "What can Xiaocan do to me?"
"He, what can he do?" The old man walked back and forth twice and couldn't help scolding Leng Can, "He's a little bastard, he can't do anything good. How can he lead you to spiritual practice?"
Leng Can looked at the old man Qingyi from afar, and pulled Yi to stand in the corner. Yi didn't understand why, but he held him tightly, so he could only stand in front of him and watch the old man Qingyi and Cong Mo arguing.
"You know I'm going to practice spiritual cultivation with Xiaocan?" Cong Mo was happy, not noticing the strange atmosphere at all. "I should have told you if I knew I couldn't hide it."
"Tell me about this? Even if you told me, I wouldn't agree. You practice the ruthless way, how can you lose... Alas..." The old man turned around and found Leng Can far away. He stomped his feet twice. "Spiritual practice is beneficial for improving spiritual power, but it is not suitable for ruthless practitioners. With so many methods, he chose to lead you to spiritual practice. You are stubborn and refuse to change. I should..."
"It wasn't Xiaocan who took the initiative." Cong Mo interrupted him, "I suggested it. I saw this method in the library. If you use it quickly, you can increase your spiritual power by one level per night. Because it appeared in Wuqing Mountain, I didn't know that this method is not applicable to Wuqing Dao."
"You took the initiative?" The old man shook his head, quickly grasping the key words in her words. He was a little confused for a moment, "How could the library have... a book about spiritual cultivation?"
"What I say is definitely true." Cong Mo picked up the book that had not been opened for a long time from the table and handed it to the old man, "This is it."
She personally opened the first page and held it in front of the old man. "Master, look, this is what it says. Spiritual practice helps to quickly increase spiritual power. The rest are all pictures of actions, men and men, men and women, women and women, stripping and naked..."
Yi, who was standing behind them, suddenly understood and patted Leng Can's hand, "No wonder Master is so angry. So they have to be naked facing each other. How can that be allowed? It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to be naked facing each other."
"Alright, stop talking. I know." The old man put down the book and looked at Leng Can behind him. He was suspicious. Could it be that Leng Can had kept it for himself to read when he was young and hadn't yet mastered the ruthless way? He forgot about it and put it in the library. He coughed twice and calmed down. "That's not right. You don't know anything? How could Leng Can not know anything?"
The old man glanced at him and said, "He hasn't reached the stage of being pure and free from desire yet."
Leng Can's originally aggrieved expression suddenly turned into one of guilt. The old man was right. Cong Mo had started this matter first, and he had seduced her afterwards, and had continued throughout the whole process. Cong Mo didn't understand a thing and just listened to his nonsense. He scratched his head and tried to explain, "Um... I'm very innocent, Master."
The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became, and he lost confidence.
What the hell is going on? Not only is he incompetent, but he was exposed in front of everyone and had half of his pants torn off.
The old man shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Cong Mo. His expression had never been so vivid. "Did you... succeed in your spiritual practice?"
If they had practiced spiritual cultivation, he would not let Leng Can go no matter what they said.
"No." Cong Mo shook his head and said calmly, "Xiao Can is not in good health and often has nosebleeds. He can't take off his clothes, so he has never done the postures in the books. But he knows how to practice spiritual cultivation alone. I just took off his pants because I wanted to see the difference between men and women with my own eyes and learn how to practice spiritual cultivation alone."
An old man said: "..."
"I'm in good health..." Leng Can lowered his head, feeling ashamed to face others, and quietly defended himself, "I, I don't know how to... practice spiritual cultivation alone."
"Then you just said that someone who did something in a book could have done something other than spiritual practice. How could you have deceived me?"
"Junior brother, have you ever practiced spiritual cultivation alone? How come I didn't know?" Yu was also confused and looked at Leng Can with wide eyes. "But you are amazing. It's rare that you know more than me and learn faster. Teach me. I also want to improve my spiritual power quickly."
The old man was almost out of breath. He looked around and felt that he had taught two unreasonable idiots.
Leng Can covered his face, almost fainting from shame.
How can anyone praise someone like this?
He opened his fingers, revealing a crack, and fixed his gaze on the only person among the four who might understand him. "Master, help me..."
The old man held his forehead in pain, not knowing how to explain it for a moment. After all, he had practiced the Way of Mercy for many years and had long forgotten the feelings of his youth. He could only make do with, "Spiritual cultivation cannot be done alone. Leng Can's... self-experience and physical reactions do not count as spiritual cultivation. Forget this method. It can no longer be used in the Way of Mercy."
He put the book into his sleeve and said, "I'll take this book. Next time if you don't understand something, be sure to tell me."
Cong Mo blinked, tilted his head, and looked at Leng Can, "Xiao Can said it's a secret and can't be told to others."
The old man's glare instantly swept towards Leng Can, "Did you really say that?"
"I..." Leng Can tugged at his clothes and slowly backed away. He was about to leave when the wind from outside blew against his thighs without pause, making him shiver with cold. He looked at the old man and tried to make up a lie to get away with it, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't play a good role in this matter. "I... was afraid you'd be angry."
"Leng Can, Cong Mo practices the Way of Mercilessness." The old man approached him step by step, "I am really angry."
Leng Can immediately shouted, "Xiao Mo, I, I can't die!"
"Master, don't be angry." Cong Mo grabbed the old man's arm, "Xiao Can just wanted to help me."
Li nodded and stood in front of Leng Can, "Junior brother is simple, maybe he doesn't know anything, he just wants to help Junior sister, Master, please don't hit him."
"You..." The old man was helpless. It took him a long time to explain to these two people who were so unreasonable and stupid. He shook off Cong Mo and said, "Let go. If it weren't for you protecting him, he wouldn't be so bold. Today I must teach him a lesson."
"Master, don't... uh..."
Suddenly, her brain buzzed, and Cong Mo's eyes widened. She could only watch the old man Qing Yi walk away. Her body was dazed and she couldn't use any strength. The old man Qing Yi didn't use much strength. If it were normal, she wouldn't be like this.
What the hell is going on…
A wave of powerlessness enveloped her. Cong Mo's mind went blank for a moment, her legs and feet went weak, and she retreated to the side of the couch. The half of the cold pants in her hand fell to the ground. She shook her head, trying to throw away this strange feeling, but the reality was not as she wished. Her mind was blank for a moment, and then, like a spirit ball recording, the memories of the past surged up, threatening to explode her head. She covered her chest, her body unable to support herself any longer, and she knelt on the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto the ground, "Cough cough..."
Several people turned around and saw her like this, and ran over.
"Master, Senior Brother..." Cong Mo's gaze swept across their faces one by one, finally landing on Leng Can's face, "...Xiao Can, I seem to remember."
Not only her original memories, but also those erased by her parents, she remembered them all.
After that, all she could see was their figures running towards her, and then she closed her eyes and passed out.
In her dream, she stood aside and saw the little Leng Can carrying her out of the dilapidated house under the cover of darkness. He ran home with a guilty conscience, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. They don't like you, but I do. I have money at home and can support two children. I will always be with you."
The little girl lay on Leng Can's back, with a wooden face and no words, like an idiot.
She opened her eyes, and the sunlight shone in through the window, casting mottled shadows on the ground. It was already bright outside. Cong Mo looked at the ceiling, unable to distinguish reality for a moment. It turned out that she had forgotten so much pain, but she still had memories of Leng Can.
"Xiao Mo, you're awake." Leng Can hadn't slept well the previous night. Seeing her open her eyes, he happily rushed over to her. "You scared me, I thought..."
He pursed his lips, tears falling down his face. "I won't say anymore. Anyway, it's good that he woke up."
Cong Mo wiped away his tears and said, "I'm fine, and I won't sleep for that long and leave you alone."
"Junior sister, I'm glad you're okay." He brought water and looked at her with a smile, "Drink some water, your lips are dry."
The three of them were scared last night. Except for Leng Can who went to change his pants, no one dared to leave. They stayed with her all night and none of them slept well.
An old man stepped forward to feel her pulse and said, "There's nothing serious. She's recovered. And last night, I..."
"It has nothing to do with Master." Cong Mo sat up with the help of Leng Can. "It's just that too many memories have come back. I remembered things I had forgotten before, and I'm not used to it for a while."
"What did you forget before?" Leng Can fed her water.
"My... parents..." Cong Mo didn't know what to say for a moment, "They sealed away most of my memories from the time I was born until I left the village, leaving only some insignificant ones. My impression of you... is very superficial. I only know that you were from the same village, the son of a landlord, and a playmate I didn't know well when I was young."
"We couldn't be more familiar with each other. We grew up together and stuck together every day. We are not just ordinary playmates." Leng Can knew the stories of her childhood best. He didn't like Cong Mo's parents to begin with, and after hearing what she said, he became even more annoyed. "No wonder you were so cold when we went up the mountain. You talked to me so much just a few days ago."
Cong Mo touched his head distressedly, "I'm sorry."
"If you remove those memories, you will be free of all worries. You originally have no emotional roots, which is even more beneficial for cultivating the path of no emotion. Their purpose must be simple, just like they wanted to rip your emotional roots out of your body in exchange for your innate spiritual power to cultivate the Tao." The old man sighed, "I just didn't expect your parents to be so crazy."
"Love Root has these memories. She once said... the one who led her to the demonic realm was the one who stripped me of my love root. After years of torture and the hardships she'd experienced since childhood, she hates me and the entire world. It's not logical for me to hate her, but that doesn't mean she can hurt others."
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