Why is Cong Mo ignoring me?
"Yes! I roasted the chicken the master gave you for a long time. I don't know if it will be burnt, but it smells delicious."
Leng Can blinked, his heart filled with a strange feeling. He took the roast chicken, looked at the fireworks, and asked again, "Is it really for me?"
"Yes." Fireworks thought he was very strange. "Master is not interested in roast chicken. The only person in Wuqing Mountain who is interested in roast chicken is you, little master."
Leng Can was touched and hugged the roast chicken tightly, "Thank you, thank you."
"It's okay." Yanhuo shook his intact arm. "Actually, it's all thanks to the little master. Otherwise, the master wouldn't have allowed me to grow this arm."
Leng Can wiped his eyes. He had seen Yan Huo lose his arm with his own eyes. Now that he had grown an arm, what did it have to do with him? He didn't understand what Yan Huo meant. He blinked and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Literally," Fireworks explained, "Master nourishes me with spiritual energy, allowing me to regenerate new limbs. But Master says I can only grow with her permission. Otherwise, every time I grow, she cuts. Although I can reproduce infinitely, I'm not insensitive to pain. Every time I'm cut, it still hurts. I've been cut several times and don't want to suffer this torture again. This time, because I want to roast a chicken for the young master, Master allowed me to restore an arm."
Leng Can laughed out loud awkwardly twice, feeling cold sweat all over. The roast chicken in his hand suddenly became a hot potato. He couldn't tell whether he was more scared or moved. Yanhuo said something frightening in a calm manner. He simply couldn't imagine what kind of inhuman torture he had endured, and how he could still stand here so calmly and self-possessed, stubbornly living... and made a roast chicken for him.
He twitched his lips, feeling lucky that he had held on to himself and not been seduced by beauty, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. He couldn't grow his body infinitely, and he would be in great pain if he got a small cut, let alone broken arms and legs.
Leng Can didn't want to imagine the scene of broken limbs in his mind anymore, so he changed the subject and asked, "Where are you going now?"
"Return to the sword and rest." Firework's golden eyes seemed to ignite a new flame, and he said sincerely, "I've figured it out. I'm too weak now. Both of my arms were crippled by the master. Even if I grow new ones, they won't have their original strength. If a sword spirit like me is abandoned by the master, no one will want me anymore. So I plan to concentrate on training, and when my level is higher and I can defeat the master, I will rebel."
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Yanhuo Chunchun was defeated by Cong Mo, no, he was only defeated at this stage.
His sympathy and admiration for Yanhuo were completely wiped out by his words. Cong Mo cut off his two arms and successfully tamed him. Yanhuo was not only not in pain or regretful, but was also happily preparing to concentrate on training and fight again next year.
He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It was really a case of fitting the pot fits the lid. If it were an ordinary sword spirit, he might not be able to withstand Cong Mo. But he happened to meet Yanhuo, a strong, wise, and unyielding fool.
It was really scary. Leng Can once again doubted the possibility of implementing his plan. He stuffed the roast chicken back to Yan Huo and said, "Well, I won't eat it anymore."
Then he ran away in a hurry, leaving only his back behind the fireworks.
Fireworks scratched his hair, "Is the little master still angry with the master?"
Leng Can rushed back to the bedroom, opened the door, closed the door, and got into bed in one go. He closed his eyes, then immediately turned over and went to find the plan he had stayed up late to write.
There were big words on it, "The ruthless way to capture handsome men".
Leng Can took a sip of cold tea, calmly opened the last few pages, and started writing.
"First, safety first, strategy second. If you see something wrong, stop the plan immediately."
"Second, never imitate fireworks, do not provoke the mobs, and remember that humans cannot grow limbs indefinitely."
"Three..." Leng Can thought of Cong Mo's sweet sleep, his face flushed, and he wrote quickly, "Cong Mo is beautiful. You must stick to the ways of a gentleman and never let yourself be seduced by her beauty."
"call…"
After exhaling a breath of foul air, Leng Can felt much more at ease. He put down his brush and looked at the darkening sky outside. He felt sleepy and suddenly regretted not taking the roast chicken. Although he was afraid, there was nothing wrong with the roast chicken.
He yawned, took off his coat, and dived into the soft bed.
I also don’t know how Cong Mo felt when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw the cold roast chicken on the jade table.
The sky cleared up and the dazzling sunlight shone on the training ground. It was a rare good day, as if it could wash away the coldness surrounding the ruthless mountain. When Leng Can arrived at the training ground dragging his sword, Cong Mo had already flown three circles in the sky.
"Brother." Leng Can was very dissatisfied, "How could Xiaomo master the sword-controlling method in just one day? What secret did you not tell me?
He smiled bitterly, "Junior sister has abundant spiritual energy, so this kind of magic is easy for her and does not require any so-called skills.
"What about me?" Leng Can pointed at himself, "What should I do?"
"Don't worry," he consoled him. "Even for a disciple of Jianshan, the fastest would take seven days. Even a fool like you would need at least half a month to practice flying a sword. It's only the second day, so there's no need to blame yourself."
"I don't blame myself, it's just..." Leng Can scratched his head, leaned close to Xi, and whispered in his ear, "Is the Wuqing Dao really so harsh in selecting candidates? Compared with those who specialize in swordsmanship, I have to be in the top three. I really don't feel embarrassed."
He nodded and smiled, "This has been a rule since ancient times."
Leng Can smacked his lips, glanced around, and felt guilty. "Is there no other way to stay?"
He was amused by his appearance, "The path of ruthlessness is difficult to cultivate, and there are no detours to be found."
Leng Can: “…”
This was simply pushing him into a desperate situation. If he was driven down the mountain halfway, how would he have the chance to carry out his plan?
Why did Cong Mo choose such a difficult path to practice!
"Senior Brother." Cong Mo landed after flying the last circle and respectfully greeted Xi.
After what happened last night, Leng Can was still quite uncomfortable. Seeing her blushing and scared, she was afraid of death, but he couldn't help but let his heart beat faster.
He covered his chest tightly, fearing that something was wrong with him.
He held the sword and walked into the barrier on his own initiative. He didn't even dare to look at Cong Mo, so he didn't notice her strange expression.
Noticing the strange atmosphere between the two, he conjured up an ancient book and handed it to Cong Mo, "Junior sister, this is a complete collection of sword techniques. You should absorb and practice it on your own first. Once you have mastered the art of swordsmanship, I will teach you a comprehensive lesson."
"Yes." Cong Mo put away the ancient book and went somewhere else from where he was yesterday.
He quietly retreated, and Leng Can was the only one left in the entire training ground. He raised his sword, closed his eyes, and the only thing lingering in his mind was Cong Mo's soft body from last night.
He suddenly covered his nose and told himself to calm down and concentrate.
Fireworks' terrifying words floated into his mind, warning him of Cong Mo's danger.
As a result, Leng Can didn't learn anything that morning, and finally summoned Mu Xue to chat with him.
"How to fly a sword?"
"I am a sword spirit, I don't need to control the sword."
"How about I fly on you?"
Mu Xue: “…”
His master seemed mad.
It was not until lunch time that the barrier automatically lifted itself, and Leng Can rubbed his hungry stomach and went to the cafeteria.
At that time, Cong Mo was drinking soup with his back to him.
Leng Can stopped where he was, his heart beating violently again, and his eyes were inevitably attracted.
"Junior brother."
A palm suddenly fell on his shoulder, and Leng Can shuddered in fear. He saw Xi looking at him with a complicated expression, "It's not like you to not rush to eat today. What happened?"
Cong Mo was attracted by the movement here and turned around, just as Leng Can looked up at her.
Their eyes met, Leng Can's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt hot for no reason. Cong Mo didn't react at all. He nodded to them and turned his eyes away first.
Leng Can felt strange, but was pushed by Xi to get the food, so he didn't think much about it.
When they took the food to find Cong Mo, she had already packed up her chopsticks and was ready to leave.
Leng Can hurriedly chased after her and spoke to her awkwardly, trying to make small talk, "Xiao Mo, you finished eating so quickly?"
"Yeah." Cong Mo nodded and was about to leave, "I'll go first."
When turning sideways, Leng Can subconsciously grabbed her wrist and said, "Wait a minute."
Cong Mo stopped and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"I, I..." Leng Can realized that his behavior was inappropriate and suddenly let go of his hand, but he still couldn't think of what to say. He couldn't say a word of the words he usually chattered endlessly.
Cong Mo raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes calm and still with that indifferent expression, "If there is nothing else, I will leave."
"Yes, something." Leng Can hurriedly put down his chopsticks and stood in front of her, mustering up the courage to look her in the eye. "Can you... teach me how to wield a sword?"
After spending a lot of time making up excuses, I could only come up with this one.
"No." Cong Mo stared at him and refused coldly.
Leng Can didn't expect Cong Mo, who always obeyed him, to say no. He was immediately unhappy and threw all the precautions he had written down behind his head. "Why?"
"Spiritual concentration cannot be interfered with by others. You need to practice it yourself."
After saying that, she left without looking back.
Leng Can was filled with anger and clenched his fists. Seeing the conflict between the two, he stepped forward to comfort them, "Junior brother, what Junior Sister said is right. She really can't help you with the sword control matter."
"I don't need her help!" Leng Can shook him off and ran away angrily without even taking the food.
He stood there, staring blankly at his back. When his junior brother ran away just now, he seemed to see his eyes turn red.
Did he cry?
Why?
Puzzled, he went to ask an old man.
The old man simply asked him to return the spiritual herb he had gifted him. "It's almost mature. Leave it with me first. When it absorbs enough spiritual energy, it will transform into a human form like you and can talk to you."
For a moment, he forgot about Cong Mo and Leng Can and asked happily, "Really? Can he talk to me?"
"Of course." The old man looked at him. "Hey, are you happy to have someone to talk to you?"
He smiled and curved his eyes, "Of course I'm happy!"
"I'm happy for you too."
A flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the old man's words. He bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for your teachings, Master."
He went to Congmo.
"What's the matter, brother?"
He shook his head regretfully, "Junior sister, Junior Brother didn't eat at noon."
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