Xiaocan should be made of snowflakes
Two months later,
The retreat is over.
An old man opened the waterfall in advance and stood at the door with Qing Yi to greet the two. But in less than half an hour, a strong figure came out slowly. When they got closer, they realized it was an illusion. The real situation was Leng Can lying on Cong Mo's back, crying and biting her clothes.
An old man said: "..."
Cang: "..."
"This is..." The old man and Li looked at each other, neither of them could figure out what had happened that could make the two of them be in this posture.
The old man tried to help Leng Can down, "Leng Can, come down."
Leng Can turned his head away, avoiding his hand, and wrapped his legs around Cong Mo's waist even more tightly, "Wuwu... don't..."
He swallowed his saliva and said, "What kind of suffering have you endured? I'll give you food, come down quickly and stop crying."
"No...no...wuwuwu..." The more they tried to persuade him, the more anxious Leng Can became. He hugged Cong Mo's neck and moved around, causing Cong Mo to almost fall. He hurriedly said to the two of them, "I can carry him back. Master, Senior Brother, don't worry."
"this……"
The two of them didn't know how to interrupt anymore, so they could only watch Cong Mo hold Leng Can's legs and put his back to cushion him to prevent him from falling.
"Junior sister, what... did you do to make me so sad?" He looked at the old man, trying to get an answer from him.
The old man rubbed his chin and thought seriously, "Leng Can's face doesn't have any injuries, and the way he moved around doesn't look like he has a limp. Could it be..."
Combined with the storybook he was reading, an unspeakable scene emerged in the old man's mind, "Could it be that Cong Mo used force on him?"
"?" He widened his eyes. "Master, please don't joke. Junior Sister probably has no interest in me in that way. If she did, with Junior Sister being so strong, I wouldn't be able to say anything like that."
"You have a point. Could it be that he is sad because he has not reached a higher level? I was confused by his crying just now and did not investigate in time." The old man frowned, "But Leng Can is not such an ambitious person."
He shook his head, "I don't know..."
The two of them were discussing meaningless topics here. They didn't know much about what they were talking about, but they could still come up with a few things.
They were extremely confused here, and Leng Can was lying on Cong Mo's back, crying uncontrollably.
“Wuwuwu… Wuwuwu…”
"Don't cry." Cong Mo's right ear was numb from the noise. "I just didn't leave any candy for you. Why are you so sad?"
"How is that possible? I'm not that stingy!" Leng Can hugged her neck, switched to the other side, and banged his head on her shoulder and cried, "Wuwu... Wuwu..."
"Then tell me why? You've been crying since I let you go, and you won't tell me even if I ask you." Cong Mo's head hurt from his crying. He had been crying since the end of his retreat, and no matter how she asked, he wouldn't say a word, and no matter how she tried to coax him, he wouldn't listen. Seeing the door open, she could only carry him out first. Leng Can obeyed her and didn't resist her. He even jumped on her back. "I tried to coax you, but you didn't listen. You kept crying."
When she said this, although her tone was still calm and there was no intention of complaining, Leng Can could not hold back any more after hearing it. He raised his head and howled at the sky, "I am crying because my life is miserable...ah...wuwa..."
The entire training process was the most miserable two months of his life. He had never suffered such humiliation and suffering. He was tied to a small mat, unable to move his body, open his mouth, and close his eyes. His already meager spiritual power had to overflow all the time to connect with the spiritual power in the light mouth and transmit within his body. If he was not careful, he would be in danger of being struck to death from time to time.
It can be said that he is in so much pain that he wants to die.
But Cong Mo sat motionless under another light, without opening his eyes, only focusing on cultivating his spiritual power. He could not see his suffering, nor could he relieve his sorrow.
But this pain and sorrow were caused by her, and he himself had brought it upon himself. He had regretted and annoyed countless times.
Why did he want to go into seclusion with Cong Mo?
Why did he cultivate the Way of Mercy?
Why did he go to Wuqing Mountain?
he……
Leng Can burst into tears again. He wanted to die but he didn't even have the courage to bite his tongue to commit suicide.
I shed tears several times during these two months and had the urge to break out of the predicament and strangle Cong Mo to death.
He didn't want Cong Mo to die, but Cong Mo really didn't want him to live!
After two months of struggling, he was forced to ascend two levels. He couldn't say whether he was happy or not, but he felt a sense of freedom at last.
He is free,
He was finally free,
Can see the sunshine, the freedom of white clouds,
Leng Can shed tears as he thought about it. He missed his parents.
"Xiaocan, why are you crying?" Cong Mo couldn't understand his inner sorrow, so he tilted his head and came forward to help him remove the shackles of the talisman.
She was radiant and exuded a spirit that attracted people unconsciously. Leng Can was so beautiful that his heart was easily moved by her that he didn't feel like getting angry anymore. He just wanted her to say a few nice words to comfort him. But the next second, Cong Mo blurted out something that made him angry.
"Are you crying because you only advanced two levels after two months of seclusion?"
Leng Can: “…”
Only two floors up?
Is it that easy?
Is it easy to go up two levels?
Is it easy?
This sentence brought him back to his original state. He even lost the feeling of freedom and his limbs drooped weakly.
He hates the ruthless way,
He hates Congmo,
he……
The tears that I had managed to hold back welled up again, "Wuwuwu..."
Leng Can couldn't bear it any longer. The grievances he had felt for many days reached a peak. He didn't care about his image and burst into tears.
Cong Mo sat down next to him, and for some reason, with a subtle fluster on his face, he tried his best to persuade him, "That's indeed worth crying about. After all, only reaching two levels isn't good enough, it's a bit weak, but it's enough for you, it can be considered progress."
When Leng Can heard this, he cried even harder.
"Wuuuuwaaaaa..." He pulled Cong Mo's sleeve and rubbed his tears and snot on it.
Cong Mo let him do what he wanted, and tried to put together words to comfort him, "Don't cry, your eyes will be swollen and look ugly, and the color of the freckles on your face will be darker because of crying."
"I'm not strong enough to begin with, I'm just a thin layer of skin and flesh, I'll get thinner if I cry. What will I do when I can't carry anything with my shoulders or hands?"
"Why are you crying? They're dripping all over my crotch, and I can't wipe them away even with my clothes."
"Xiaocan, are you the reincarnation of a flood spirit? Your stomach is full of water, but we haven't eaten anything in the past few days."
Cong Mo was not a talkative person, but Leng Can had been crying for too long and she didn't know what to do, so she tried to persuade him.
Finally, I didn't want to persuade him anymore, so I twisted his legs and turned him over. "It's already half an hour. If you cry again, the door will be closed."
"Let me carry you out."
Now that Cong Mo said that, Leng Can finally understood her true thoughts. He couldn't understand why Cong Mo actually thought that what she said was just to coax him.
If he didn't know that Cong Mo was a fool and lacked the ability to express love, and was just telling the truth without any intention of humiliating him, to anyone who saw it, those words would not sound like coaxing, but like scolding, and they were specifically designed to poke at people's hearts.
He was even more devastated.
How could he have thought that he could seduce Cong Mo? Now it seems like nonsense.
He cried so hard that he was too weak to even clench his fists. He was so angry that he grabbed her shoulders and bit her neck.
Cong Mo hissed, but didn't dodge, letting him vent his anger. "Bite gently, the blood vessels on my neck are connected, it's easy to bite me to death."
Leng Can didn't have much strength to begin with, and other than leaving her neck covered in saliva and faint teeth marks, he didn't do any harm.
He wailed, "Does that count as coaxing? Are you sure you're not scolding me?"
"How am I scolding you? You're crying so hard, I would be heartless if I scold you again." Cong Mo hugged him tightly, "Are you going to cry again now?"
"Cry, I feel wronged." Leng Can kicked her, "I just want to cry."
"Alright." Cong Mo had no choice but to let him do what he wanted. "You've advanced two levels, and I've advanced seven. What's there to be dissatisfied about?"
"You take seven and I take two. Do you really think I'll be satisfied?"
"But if you want to reach the third level in two months, it will be quite difficult considering your strength. Although it is common for people with a basic level of cultivation to reach the fourth level in two months." As his realm improves, he is closer to being ruthless. Even if his emotions still exist, his rationality will prevail and he will be defenseless against his emotions. Cong Mo is even more irrational and only reasonable in this situation.
Leng Can: “…”
He raised his hand and covered her mouth. "Don't talk anymore. The more you talk, the more uncomfortable I feel."
After these two months of torture, he completely forgot all the sweetness of the past. He pretended not to remember anything about mouth touching mouth or tongue touching tongue.
Cong Mo was right. Painful time could indeed make one forget the past. The theory that time covered up everything was completely correct, especially when it was mixed with things that made it even harder for him to forget.
He swore that he would forget it completely, as if it had never happened, and he would never let Cong Mo have an easy time.
Oh shit,
He just didn't believe it. It was just a ruthless path. He couldn't destroy it. Why did he have to let her cultivate it?
He was such a handsome man, and he had lost his virginity several times, so Cong Mo had taken advantage of him. He decided that he would never feel any sympathy or pity for Cong Mo again.
He wanted to seduce Cong Mo thoroughly, let the roots of love grow to full strength, and pull her out of her ruthless path.
Leng Can was just thinking to himself, and as he was thinking, he fell asleep on Cong Mo, snoring sweetly, disturbing Cong Mo's ears.
The wind blew across my face, carrying with it the chill and cooling feeling of the wind.
Wuqing Mountain has entered winter.
Cong Mo opened the door, slowly laid him on the couch, wrapped him tightly in the quilt, and conjured up two talismans to stick on his eyes to relieve the dryness and discomfort.
After finishing everything, I opened the door and went out, and what I saw was snowflakes falling all over the sky, dancing like fairies.
Cong Mo blew on his hands coldly and caught a snowflake. The snowflake fell on his palm and quickly turned into water, flowing across his palm.
Cong Mo suddenly smiled, "No, Xiaocan is not a flood spirit, he is made of snowflakes."
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