Victory in the first round of Jianshan Tournament 18
Xi Chengming awkwardly pushed him away and said, "Well, Ayi wants to talk to me about something. You two can talk first."
Yin Yi watched Xi Chengming coming towards him, "What? When did I... Ouch..."
Before I could even ask, he pulled me to the front of Sendai to watch the battle.
"Xiao Mo, why are you apologizing?" Leng Can put his arm around Cong Mo's shoulders and held her lightly, feeling a little confused.
Cong Mo is a stubborn person. She can't judge right from wrong from her own perspective or based on her emotions. But she has read a lot of books. Leng Can dragged her to read the Four Books and Five Classics, famous works and essays, and various storybooks. She can judge the direction of things and how to solve them based on the knowledge she has learned. If she really can't do it, she will use force to defeat them. Even the most stubborn people will listen to her. Anyway, she has this ability. Except for the time when she was weak and short and was bullied when she was a child, no one dared to mess with her when she grew up.
Cong Mo looked up at him, blinked, then looked down at her toes. Her black pupils were pure, like a naive fawn escaping the forest and seeing the vast world for the first time, curious but timid. "If you treat them as friends, then they are also my friends. If friends have conflicts and quarrels, if you want to reconcile and forgive each other, you need to apologize and admit your mistakes."
"Where did you learn this?" Leng Can was a little surprised that Cong Mo would solve the problem from the perspective of friendship rather than right and wrong.
Cong Mo calmly replied, "On you."
"On me?"
"Yeah." Cong Mo raised his head, his eyes shining, staring at him without blinking, "If you apologize, then I will apologize too."
"Heh..." Leng Can was amused by her inexplicable sincerity. It felt like they hadn't seen each other for a few days. Cong Mo was even more stunned, revealing a cute look. "Are you imitating me?"
"Yeah, I'm learning from you." Cong Mo nodded like pounding garlic.
Leng Can felt weak all over, his bones felt like they were brittle, and he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. He tightened his arms around Cong Mo's shoulders, tilted his head, buried it in the crook of her neck, and smiled softly, "Xiao Mo, you... are a little too cute."
"Why cute? This word is mostly used to describe children. I'm not a child."
"The same can be said about you. You are very cute." Leng Can's smile grew wider, and his clear laughter echoed in his ears.
"Xiaocan, what are you laughing at?" Cong Mo held up his arm, very puzzled, "The wind is blowing on my neck."
"I'm sorry, I..."
"You were apologizing just now, and I was just imitating you." Cong Mo answered quickly.
"You're a quick learner!" Leng Can raised his head, rested his chin on her shoulder, and stared at her face infatuatedly. "But! Xiaomo, you don't need to learn this quality. You don't need to apologize to anyone, including me."
"What if I'm wrong?"
"I'm here!" Leng Can grinned and raised his hand to pinch her cheek. "Everyone makes mistakes. It's normal. After all, life is so long. But I don't want you to apologize. It's weird. It's like... admitting defeat. But Xiaomo, you're so good and never lose. Remember when I told you to listen to me? Xiaomo, listen to me in this kind of thing from now on."
Cong Mo nodded, "Yeah."
"So we have to stay together forever." Leng Can hugged her tightly, "We can't be like these past few days in this fantasy world. We've been apart for so long, I'm really... miserable."
"Well, not separately."
"Hehe... then..."
"Cong Mo, Leng Can, stop being so annoying!" Yin Yi shouted at the two of them, "Come here quickly, Ji Shufeng and that guy are evenly matched!"
The two of them passed by quickly.
Yin Yi grabbed Leng Can and said, "I'm not saying, are you two really practicing the ruthless way? That's too... what!"
"Well?" Leng Can was nervous for a moment. Could it be that his plan could be seen through so easily?
He pushed Yin Yi away and said, "Men shouldn't touch each other. If Ji Shufeng loses, it's your fault."
Yoongi scratched his head, “Huh?”
Ji Shufeng's battle has entered the halfway point. The sword spirit she encountered was a wind sword spirit, Mu He Feng. The two of them found a peaceful state and no disputes occurred, which was beneficial to both of them.
The owner of the sword spirit was her classmate and friend, and had come to the fairy mountain a year earlier than her.
"Muxi, come closer."
Mu Xi threw away several wooden whips and reached into the storm, approached the wind sword spirit, wrapped it tightly, and threw it to the ground with force.
The wind sword spirit was unable to react in time and its body twisted, causing the wind blade to cut through the wooden whip, but it was unable to avoid inertia and fell heavily to the ground.
Mu Xi was also affected by inertia and stumbled backwards.
"Afeng, you've made some progress!"
"Of course I'm not as good as Senior Sister." Ji Shufeng narrowed her eyes, looking unhappy. "After all, I came here a year later than Senior Sister. If she can't even beat me, then this year of study will be wasted."
"You are...very sharp-tongued."
"Senior Sister, it's a good thing I came here." Ji Shufeng refused to give in. "If it were my teammates, you wouldn't even have the chance to open your mouth."
The senior sister was forced into a corner, her eyes turned red with anger, and she ordered the sword spirit to spare no effort to defeat the opponent.
The wind sword spirit roared wildly, and its body was wrapped in a violent gust of wind. The two wind blades were sharp and shining, forming a cross on its chest, and it swung out two wind blades.
"Muxi, get out of the way."
Mu Xi quickly dodged, threw away the wooden whip, and rushed towards the wind sword spirit.
The wind sword spirit raised a wind blade, and the whip and blade collided with each other, making a ping-pong sound, and the fight was inseparable.
"Does Ji Shufeng have a chance of winning this round?"
"Yes." Cong Mo said, "The wind sword spirit has already used up all its spiritual power. Although Mu Xi has difficulty dealing with this form and can only rely on defense and cannot get close, her spiritual power will eventually run out. Ji Shufeng wants to wear her down."
"Can Mu Xi hold on?" Xi Chengming asked.
Cong Mo glanced at him. "It's very easy to get hurt, and it's very strenuous. Even if she wins, it will take a long time to recover. She'll have to go on stage later in the second round, but if she wants to prove herself, that's fine."
"Are you confident about the second game?"
"Yes." Cong Mo said without hesitation, "We're playing against the winners from the next group, Group 2. They've already won three games. From what I've observed, their fighting style is mostly conservative and meticulous, which is good for Yin Yi and Xiao Can. Plus, with the rewards they've received from this match, winning three games shouldn't be a problem."
"Do you trust them so much?"
"If there's no trust, then existence and extinction are meaningless." Cong Mo rarely doubted Xi Chengming's intelligence. "Xi Chengming, are you...being ostracized in Shushan?"
"You, you are sick!" Xi Chengming exploded.
"I'm not sick. If I am sick, I am sick. If I am not sick, I am not sick."
"What's it to you?"
"I just want us to have more trust in each other." Cong Mo rarely spoke so much to anyone other than Leng Can at once. "You are very insecure."
Xi Chengming was tall and strong, looking like a wall from behind. It was the first time he was told he was insecure, and his face flushed with shame. "You, you say you can guarantee us first place without any proof. How can I feel safe?"
"I just promised." Cong Mo pointed at Ji Shufeng who was still fighting tenaciously on the field, "I can give her..."
He pointed at Leng Can and Yin Yi who were watching the game attentively beside him and said, "Give them..."
Finally, he pointed at Xi Chengming and said, "And you. I'll give you a sense of security, but the prerequisite is that you learn to trust me. This isn't admiration or blind worship, but trust."
Xi Chengming looked at Cong Mo, stars slowly appeared in his eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Yin Yi patted the focused Leng Can and said, "Leng Can, look at Xi Chengming, he's such a loser. He just had an argument with someone and now he has this dead expression on his face. Could he be in love?"
"What?" Leng Can turned his face away from the playing field with great difficulty, and saw Xi Chengming, who was looking awkward with his face as red as a monkey's butt, grinning at Cong Mo like a crazy fan.
"Oh my god..." He ran over in two or three steps, grabbed Cong Mo's shoulders and hugged her in his arms, "Xi Chengming, men and women should not touch each other. Xiao Mo is practicing the ruthless way!"
"Leng Can, what are you talking about?" Cong Mo grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away, his expression full of confusion and ignorance.
Yoongi ran over as well, “No fighting.”
"Nothing." Leng Can stared at Xi Chengming angrily and dragged Cong Mo away.
Xi Chengming remained in a daze until Cong Mo left. Then he regained consciousness and said to himself, "I know, I know."
"Know what?" Yin Yi kicked him. "Xi Chengming, what are you talking about?"
"nothing."
"ha?"
On the field, the battle lasted for a long time. Mu Xi's two arms were scratched by the wind knife. He was exhausted and had difficulty in exerting his spiritual power.
"Junior sister, sometimes you need to think about your own strength."
"Really?" Ji Shufeng responded calmly without any anxiety. He channeled his spiritual power into Mu Xi's body to repair the corresponding wounds.
If the sword spirit is seriously injured, it will affect its master. At this time, Ji Shufeng is also exhausted.
The sword spirits fought fiercely and it took too long. The spiritual power could not support it for too long. The wind sword spirit saw the movement slow down. Mu Xi's wounds healed, but her speed did not decrease. She tried to defend herself while trying to figure out how to break her attack.
"Muxi, speed up."
Mu Xi twisted her body, and the crack on her back opened wider. More green whips came out and hit the wind sword spirit, making her overwhelmed. She had long since run out of spiritual power to create another tornado. The first tornado left Mu Xi seriously injured and almost broke her leg, and now she could only endure it.
Mu Xi was sweating profusely and whipped with greater force. Finally, the wind sword spirit relaxed for a moment, and in that split second, Mu Xi whipped her in the abdomen. The wind sword spirit blew out a strong wind, breaking several of Mu Xi's green whips, and she fell heavily to the ground.
Mu Xi then flew down, transformed into a sword, and pointed it at her heart, piercing it only an inch deep.
Ji Shufeng unlocked the realm, "Senior Sister, you lose."
"Bah..." Senior Sister spat, "Just wait."
"Ji Shufeng, you're amazing." Cong Mo took over the injured Mu Xi, "Go and rest quickly, the rest..."
The rest of the words were cut off by Ji Shufeng's hug. Ji Shufeng hugged her tightly and rubbed his head on her shoulder. "Amo, thank you."
"You should thank yourself more." Cong Mo smiled and gently stroked her back. "Leave the rest to me. Don't worry about it."
"Yeah." Ji Shufeng nodded vigorously.
"Ji Shufeng, you..."
"Oh!" Yin Yi hurriedly pulled him over, "You said there was nothing wrong between you and Cong Mo, why are you so nervous?"
"It's nothing." Leng Can pinched his waist with a bad expression, "I just want to go over and give her the healing stone, is that not okay?"
“Okay…” Yin Yi pulled him, “Let’s go together, don’t be impulsive.”
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