We are close friends!
"The two of you aren't really suitable for each other," the old man explained. "If you want, there are other places for you to practice in seclusion..."
"Then I'll go ask Xiaomo. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be alone together, just the two of us, for two months." Leng Can completely ignored the words of the old man Qingyi. He pulled the old man's sleeve to wipe away his tears, full of energy, as if the pain just now had never existed, and it dried up along with the tears. "Thank you, Master. I'm going now."
An old man said: "..."
?
Did he just say something inspiring?
"Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo." Leng Can tapped Cong Mo's arm and whispered in her ear. He was too excited now and didn't want to delay for a moment.
"What's the matter?" Cong Mo slowed down her mental power. Even though she was disturbed, she did not show any reluctance.
Leng Can pulled her sleeve and said, "Come here, don't disturb my brother."
Cong Mo glanced at Xi and replied, "Okay."
As they turned the corner and left the training ground, Leng Can excitedly jumped on her and hugged her.
Cong Mo staggered and almost fell down after being bumped by him. "What are you doing? So reckless."
"It's not reckless." Leng Can smiled and let go of her before she pushed him away. "I have something good to say."
"What good news? Have you mastered the magic?"
"Why is your mind so full of thoughts about cultivation!" Leng Can held her hand and led her to the grassy area. This area was cast with a spell by the old man Qing Yi, so that the Wuqing Mountain, which always existed in autumn and winter, could maintain a lush green appearance.
"Then tell me." Cong Mo sat beside him and pulled his hand away without leaving a trace. "What good thing is worth interrupting my cultivation?"
"Why are you so cold?" Leng Can pursed his lips, "Don't you believe me?"
"Xin, you can speak boldly." Cong Mo seemed to think that he talked too much nonsense and could not help urging him.
Leng Can was afraid that she would be really angry, so he didn't dare to delay any longer and asked tentatively, "Xiao Mo, you... no, I heard from Master that you want to go into seclusion for two months, right?"
"Yes, this will help you improve your skills. Only by breaking through this level can you break through the bottleneck of your skills. This is a must."
"Then..." Leng Can looked up at her, and there seemed to be several stars shining in his bright eyes, so his thoughts were also visible at a glance. Cong Mo knew at a glance that his idea was definitely not a very good thing.
Sure enough, the next second, Leng Can asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"Practicing alone is more conducive to improving one's realm. Practicing with two people will interfere with each other and disturb one's mind."
"Won't you be lonely then?"
"Won't."
"Don't you think training is boring?"
"Won't."
"Miss me?"
"I have no reason to miss you."
Leng Can was a little discouraged, "Xiao Mo, I'm going to be sad if you say that."
"Why are you sad?" Cong Mo could never grasp his thoughts. "Everything I said was the truth."
"Then you have to agree to one condition."
"Why am I..."
"Just think of it as a way to coax me into not being able to see you for the past two months." Leng Can turned around and slammed his head on her shoulder. "I'll miss you if I can't see you."
Although Cong Mo didn't know why he wanted to see her, wanting her was just a condition, and she didn't lose anything, so she agreed without hesitation, "...Okay."
"Great!" Leng Can raised his head, a look of joy on his face. "Then I want to practice in seclusion with you, the two of us, in the same place."
""
"Can……"
"This is what you promised me, Xiaomo. How can I go back on my word?" Leng Can stood up and brushed the dirt off his butt. "We must keep our promises. I promise I will behave myself and never bother you again."
After saying that, he ran away, leaving Cong Mo alone, disheveled in the wind.
"..."
Is she framed?
On the day of entering the customs, Leng Can had a lot of candies in his pockets and a big box on his back, which was full of various snacks.
An old man advised him, "You don't need to eat during retreat. You can only feel full when spiritual energy is infused into your body."
On his right shoulder lay a small, slightly grown seedling, and on his left shoulder was the black cat that Leng Can had just put there. He was anxious to take those things off, "Give them to me."
"Brother, you just want to steal food."
"You've been in there for two months, and these things can't wait until you get out." He felt guilty for a moment, then immediately defended himself, "At most, my actions don't count as wasting food."
"Brother, you..."
"Xiao Can." Cong Mo stopped the two from arguing, took the things off Leng Can's shoulders and handed them to Li, leaving only a box of orange candies. "Brother, I'm counting on you."
Leng Can stamped his feet in anger, "Xiao Mo, those are mine."
"Brother is right. Food is one of the seven emotions and six desires. It is of no benefit to our cultivation and retreat. If you bring them along, they will only disturb us."
"But I..."
Cong Mo interrupted him directly, "If you really want to take it with you, then you are sincere in wanting to improve your realm, so you can leave."
"I, you..." Leng Can was so angry that he kicked the wall twice more, gritting his teeth and spewing out these words, "I don't want it anymore."
Then he stared at her fiercely and said, "When we get out, you have to treat me to something delicious."
Looking at the food in the box, he was drooling with greed and quickly agreed, "Okay, okay."
"Come in quickly." The old man watched them playing and found it very interesting. He raised his hand and cast a spell to lift the waterfall curtain.
The two said goodbye to them and went inside.
The waterfall curtain then closed, and the sound of the huge waterfall quickly covered up the footsteps of the two.
Seeing them come in, he immediately opened the box and broke off a piece of snack to feed Miaoya and Black Cat, saying, "Eat slowly, don't choke."
The old man patted his head and said, "Let's go. Now it's just you and me on Wuqing Mountain!"
Inside the waterfall,
Cong Mo opened the lid of the orange candy and handed it to Leng Can. "Candy, if you like it, I'll keep it."
Leng Can curled his lips, still angry, and pushed her hand away, "No, you...anyway, you just don't want to eat it."
"Don't you like it?" Seeing that he didn't want it, Cong Mo took a piece and put it in his mouth, then covered it with the lid and put it in his sleeve.
Most of the retreats are in quiet and soundproof places. Wuqing Mountain is located in a clear spring in the back mountain. There are many caves on the inside of the valley, which are equipped with beds, tables and chairs, and all facilities are complete.
However, because there are very few people who practice the Way of Mercilessness, there are almost no signs of use in the cave. Also, because the spiritual power in the mountain spring is abundant, these devices are nourished and show no signs of damage.
The two chose a cave closest to the clear spring. When standing at the entrance of the cave, they could feel the refreshing feeling of the spring water splashing on their bodies.
Cong Mo grabbed Leng Can, who wanted to get closer, and forcefully pulled him into the cave, "Don't play around."
Leng Can was about to struggle, but suddenly remembered that he was still angry with Cong Mo, so he stopped talking, pulled her hand away, and went into the cave by himself, "I'll go by myself, don't pull me."
"…good."
When the two entered the cave, the entrance was immediately sealed and would be opened again after two months.
Because this was the first time that two people practiced in the same cave, the old man specially opened a light hole for practice at the other end a few days ago. Because time was urgent, the light hole was small, but it was enough to absorb the essence of spiritual power.
Leng Can's mind was not on cultivation, so he naturally gave the larger light opening in the center to Cong Mo and walked towards the small light opening on his own.
But he was still angry with her and didn't talk to her.
Cong Mo looked at his stubborn but slow-moving back, sighed, and grabbed his wrist. "Why aren't you talking to me? Did I...do something wrong? You're not happy."
It was a rare occasion for Cong Mo to ask him this. Leng Can closed his eyes and suddenly felt touched. "I'm unhappy because you gave the snacks I bought to my senior brother."
"But bringing snacks in can easily disrupt cultivation. Eating counts as one of the seven emotions and six desires." Cong Mo explained attentively, "The ruthless path itself requires the elimination of emotions, and also..."
"That's not the point." Leng Can stopped her, his expression a little aggrieved. "The point is that you favor others and not me. You treat everyone the same and that makes me very unhappy. You can't help the right and not your relatives."
"Supporting what is right and not what is dear to you?" Cong Mo rubbed his chin, puzzled by this statement. "But why should I... support my dear to me and not what is right? Following the path of the world is the most fundamental thing."
Leng Can's mind raced. He pulled her onto the cushions, pushed her down, and sat down across from her. They faced each other, his expression serious. "Next, I'll ask you a question, and you can only answer yes or no."
"…good."
"Have I known you the longest?"
"yes."
"We grew up together and are most familiar with each other."
"yes."
"We have never been apart since we were little."
"yes."
"So shouldn't we be the most united?"
"…yes."
"What is the basis of unity? Trust, and what else? Partiality, am I right?"
"…yes."
"So we two should be different from everyone else. This is the only way to show our unity and our specialness to each other. If you treat me the same as you treat everyone else, how can we show our specialness to each other?"
"…yes."
"I treat you differently than I treat others. Everything is mutual, so you should treat me differently than you treat others."
"…yes."
"It's over." Leng Can raised his hand and pointed to his palm. "Although there are boundaries between men and women, the boundaries between us are more superficial than those between men and women. Put your hand up."
Cong Mo raised his hand, slowly inserted his fingers into his palm, and then held it.
Leng Can immediately shook her hand back and said, "Have you read any books that talk about confidants? We have a relationship like confidants."
"But..." Cong Mo tried to find the flaw in his words, "close friends usually have the same interests, tastes, and ambitions, but we..."
"There are millions of soulmates in the world, how can every pair be exactly the same? What's the point then? Xiaomo, we are soulmates."
"Confidant..." Cong Mo silently repeated these two words in his heart.
She has always been rebellious, fearless, and believes in everything based on her own experience. However, she especially believes Leng Can's words and will easily fall into his trap. As long as Leng Can's words are slightly roundabout, she will not be able to react.
"Really?"
"Of course." There was no one else here to confirm his words. Leng Can talked nonsense, leaving Cong Mo confused and unable to understand.
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