This is his choice and no one else can interfere.
"There's actually a place inside the library?"
"No, this isn't Wuqing Mountain. Follow me closely." The old man looked around, picked up a candle on the table, lit it, and led her inside. "This is the library of the main immortal mountain. The forbidden books are kept in the compartments inside."
Cong Mo: “?”
"Are we... thieves?"
"Don't say such harsh words." The old man glanced at her. "I've searched through all the banned books in Wuqing Mountain. Apart from the one I showed you that day, I haven't found anything useful. They're all about becoming immortals and becoming demons, and some useless theories. The library in the main immortal mountain has the most complete collection of books, so you can always find them. Besides, at this point, let's not worry about morality anymore."
"Yes." In this environment, Cong Mo felt guilty. He bent down and followed the old man carefully.
After unlocking the seal of the compartment, the two looked around and hid inside.
The compartments are not very big, but the books are stacked tightly together, making it difficult to find them.
Cong Mo took out a talisman and gave it to him. "Put it on your eyes and activate your spiritual power so that you can see clearly at night."
"Okay." The old man obeyed and blew out the candle. "Be quiet when turning the pages. The main immortal mountain has arranged many guards."
With the talisman pressed against their eyes, the two of them gathered around the bookshelf and began to search.
It took more than three hours, and as the sky began to turn white, I finally finished reading the entire compartment and found some relevant and useful books.
My eyelids were drooping and I couldn't lift them up. My eyes felt sore as if they were filled with a jar of vinegar.
"Give me the book." The old man put the book into the bag he brought with him and tried to cheer himself up. "Let's go."
"Yeah." Cong Mo felt his legs go weak and he couldn't speak.
It was winter in Wuqing Mountain, with short days and long nights. It was still pitch dark when the two returned.
They no longer needed to keep their eyes on guard, their nerves relaxed, and fatigue surged up one after another.
Cong Mo couldn't hold on any longer. "Master, I'm going back to sleep. We'll discuss the rest tomorrow, no, later."
"Okay." The old man was no better than her, "Go back."
But before he had taken a few steps, he heard a quarrel coming from not far away.
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Leng Can and Li.
At this time, they should be resting, why are they awake? The old man yawned, his mind racing, and he realized the reason why they might be arguing, and his sleepiness was dispelled a lot.
"Xiaocan is still awake at this hour? He must be exhausted." Cong Mo looked towards the dormitory in confusion, "Master, let's go and take a look."
"Cong Mo." The old man grabbed her and said, "How about I go and take a look first?"
"Is there something shameful?" Cong Mo stopped, angrily puzzled, "I can't go? Xiaocan can't have any secrets from me."
"It's not...it's just..." The old man opened his mouth, as if looking for a reasonable excuse to stop her. "At this time, what if they are not dressed properly? Yes, what if they are not wearing any clothes? That's not okay. There must be boundaries between men and women."
"So what if he's not wearing clothes?" Cong Mo shook off his hand. "It's not like I haven't seen Xiaocan's body before, Master. Don't say such ridiculous things."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
"Which one is the more ridiculous thing..." The old man was helpless, and he couldn't bear to watch them quarrel. He shook the heavy bag on his back and followed reluctantly, "Wait for me."
"So fast, why?" Yi pulled Leng Can's arm, pouting, crying, begging him bitterly, "Tomorrow, no, let's go later, Wuqing Mountain is not a scary place..."
Leng Can's eyes were red, and big tears hung on the tip of his nose. "I... want to leave."
He raised his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously, "I'm afraid..."
If I don't leave now, I will be reluctant to leave. I have made up my mind with great difficulty and I can't hesitate any longer because of reluctance.
"Brother, it's not like I won't be back. You can come and see me. Don't be like this..."
"Junior brother... wuwuwu..." Yi shook her head, unable to hold back any longer, and hugged him tightly, "I can't see you all the time, junior brother, I can't bear to leave you..."
"Me too..." Leng Can subconsciously wanted to hug him back, but his arm fell down dejectedly halfway up, hanging at his side. He clenched his fists and pushed him, "...I have to go. I can't drag you down."
"You didn't..."
"What's going on?" Cong Mo pushed the door open forcefully. Seeing the two of them struggling with each other, their eyes red, her expression froze, and she was stunned for a moment. "Why... are you both crying?"
The old man standing behind Cong Mo twitched his lips when he saw this scene.
Apart from the fact that death played a significant role, separation was an extremely common thing in his mind. He did not expect that it would be so cruel to them.
His expression was more vivid than Cong Mo's, with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes, "Why are you crying..."
"Junior sister, you're awake!" Yi turned around and saw her, his eyes lit up. He hurried over, grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of Leng Can, "Junior brother is going down the mountain, stop him quickly."
Cong Mo's eyes widened a little, and her pupils reflected Leng Can's aggrieved face, but they were unfocused, as if separated by a layer of fog, and she didn't react. The voice of Li seemed to be separated by cotton, and it took a long time for her to reach her ears. After a long time, it seemed like only a few seconds. She blinked, and her eyes slowly turned from straight to a little confused. Only then did she understand what was going on. Looking at Leng Can, she asked hesitantly, "Go down... the mountain?"
Leng Can never told her about this.
"Xiaocan, do you want to go down the mountain?" Cong Mo opened his mouth and asked again.
Leng Can grabbed her hand in panic, "Xiao Mo, I..."
"Answer yes or no." Cong Mo's voice was cruel as he pulled his hand away with force.
Leng Can swallowed his saliva, entwined his fingers together, and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong. After a long pause, he whispered, "...Yes."
"You want to go down the mountain." Cong Mo repeated this conclusion, looking past Leng Can and looking at the obviously packed luggage on the couch, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought I'd tell you tomorrow when you wake up. I just couldn't sleep tonight, so I told you in advance..." Leng Can explained hurriedly, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just..."
"Forget it." Cong Mo interrupted him, his expression quickly returning to normal as he looked at him expressionlessly. "This is your choice. I have no right to interfere. Who you want to tell, who you don't want to know, whether you want to leave or stay, is not my decision. I should make the decision. This is your business, and it should... have nothing to do with me. I shouldn't have asked you that just now. I'm sorry. You pack up. I'm leaving first."
Leng Can grabbed her hand and said, "Xiao Mo, I, I didn't mean that. Please listen to my explanation..."
Seeing Leng Can's embarrassment and Cong Mo's refusal to stop him, Yu was puzzled for a moment. He opened his arms and blocked Cong Mo's way. "Junior sister, do you really want Junior Brother to leave? He listens to you the most. If you don't let him go, he will definitely not come down the mountain."
"Brother, Xiaocan is different from me. He is a soul with complete independent thinking. I can't make decisions for him." Cong Mo looked at him steadily. "You can't do that either. We should respect him. Whatever he wants to do should be his own choice and he should do it himself."
Tears glistened in her eyes, and her pupils trembled under the mist, "Junior sister, but..."
"Come here." The old man saw that something was wrong and called him in time, "Come here, your master is hungry."
She blinked, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, slowly lowered her hand, turned her head, and walked towards the old man, "I... understand."
After a while, the orange-red sky appeared and the sky gradually turned blue.
The old man put his arm around Cong Mo's shoulders and raised his eyebrows to signal him, "It's almost dawn, it's time for breakfast, let's get ready now."
Cong Mo nodded, turned to Leng Can and said, "Let's finish breakfast before leaving."
"Xiao Mo, I..." Leng Can looked at her, trembling his lips, with the words stuck in his mouth, unable to speak.
Cong Mo was already sleepy, and when she started to feel sleepy, she became irritable. Even if she tried to maintain her composure, she was still a little impatient. "If you have something to say, please tell me. If not, I'm leaving."
"I'm busy." Leng Can slowly let go of her hand, "In a moment... can you please take me back? I have a lot of luggage, and I'm afraid it's not safe if I fly the sword by myself."
Cong Mo thought for a moment, "Okay, but I need to go to the Demon Realm to send them back. I'll send you back when I come back."
Leng Can lowered his head, his heart inexplicably stabbed, "Well, then hurry up."
"good."
The old man raised his big hand and stroked Leng Can's head twice. Looking at him wiping away tears, he tried to comfort him, "Cong Mo is right. We can't get involved in Leng Can's thoughts and decisions. He is an independent person. Stopping him from leaving will cause him trouble."
"So...Is it wrong that I can't bear to part with him?"
"Not really. From an emotional perspective..." The old man thought about how people feel when they say goodbye. "...Your approach is reasonable. Emotions are a huge obstacle to action. You should do as I said before. Once you enter the Immortal Mountain, you should learn the art of ruthlessness and abandon your emotions. Only then can you make protecting the common people your primary mission and fulfill it well. After all, no one can guarantee that those you have feelings for will always stand by you."
She curled her lips in grievance, grabbed the old man's clothes and wiped her eyes, "I know, but I can't learn..."
"I don't ask you to learn." The old man raised his arms stiffly. "You are my sword spirit. You only need to listen to me. You don't have to bear the responsibility of protecting the people. That is my job. The law of ruthlessness is difficult. It is only easy for a special talent like Cong Mo who is one in a million. Look, Leng Can has been in Wuqing Mountain for so long, and he still hasn't learned it."
When Leng Can was mentioned, he couldn't control his emotions. His snot and tears all rubbed onto the old man's sleeves. He said in a muffled voice, "Then Junior Brother, do you have to leave?"
The old man scratched his head and said, "It depends on him. Others... are not allowed to interfere."
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