Lu Mo first fed Ye Mingcheng some spiritual spring water, but he didn't dare to feed him too much, for fear of overfeeding Ye Mingcheng.

Seeing that Ye Mingcheng's complexion had improved, Lu Mo breathed a sigh of relief; the spiritual spring water was indeed effective.

He then mashed another leaf into a paste and fed it to Ye Mingcheng. The abbot continued chanting sutras without stopping.

About ten minutes later, Ye Mingcheng's complexion improved, and he slowly woke up.

The chanting abruptly stopped.

The abbot and the fire-tender stood up, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then drifted away.

"Have some water!"

Lu Mo fed Ye Mingcheng some more spiritual spring water and also gave him the remaining leaf.

Ye Mingcheng slowly chewed the leaves, scrutinizing Lu Mo with a probing look. During his unconsciousness, many fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

The one who appeared most often was a young and beautiful woman named Mingcheng.

And just now this young man asked him if he knew Ye Mingcheng. Could he be Ye Mingcheng?

Although Ye Mingcheng remembered some fragments, they were fragmented and vague. He asked Lu Mo, "Do you know me?"

"Your name is Ye Mingcheng, your mother's name is Gu Nianci, your wife's name is Xu Yali, and you have a daughter named Ye Qingqing."

Lu Mo mentioned the people closest to Ye Mingcheng, but Ye Mingcheng only remembered Xu Yali and had no recollection of the others.

"Is Yali alright?" Ye Mingcheng asked anxiously.

The young woman who calls him Mingcheng must be Xu Yali!

Is she alright?

Lu Mo fell silent, not daring to tell the truth, for fear that Ye Mingcheng would vomit blood and faint again.

"Do you remember having a daughter?" Lu Mo changed the subject.

Ye Mingcheng shook his head blankly. There was no one else in his memory, only Xu Yali.

But he was very happy, asking, "What's my daughter's name? Where is she?"

"Ye Qingqing, Qingqing from the Green Grassland, you gave her this name, do you remember her?"

Ye Mingcheng pondered intently for a long time, and then he seemed to hear someone speaking to him in his mind.

"Mingcheng, what should we name our children?"

“I love the little princess. I’ve already thought of a name for her: Ye Qingqing, the Qingqing from the Green Grassland, just as beautiful as you.”

"puff"

Ye Mingcheng spat out another mouthful of black blood, and Lu Mo broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, she didn't faint this time, and she even seemed to be in better spirits.

"Where is my Qingqing? Has she arrived yet? Where is her mother?"

Ye Mingcheng pressed for answers, and although Lu Mo didn't say anything, he felt extremely uneasy.

He desperately wanted to know how his wife and daughter were doing.

"Your daughter is here, she's down the mountain. Xu Yali is in Pingjiang. Do you know where you're from?" Lu Mo asked.

Ye Mingcheng nodded; he remembered, "A native of Pingjiang."

"You should rest first. I'll bring your daughter."

Lu Mo got up to say goodbye. Although Ye Mingcheng hadn't remembered the past, at least he hadn't said he didn't acknowledge his daughter. Perhaps seeing Ye Qingqing, who looked just like Xu Yali, would help him remember more things!

Ye Mingcheng drank the spiritual spring water and felt warm all over. He quickly fell asleep. Lu Mo asked Tie Dan to watch over him while he went down the mountain to pick up Ye Qingqing.

Pipi flew behind him, chattering away, "That leaf was something good, call me next time you go!"

It had just seen an extremely beautiful thrush, which was why it didn't follow Lu Mo to find the spiritual spring water. It never expected to miss such a wonderful treasure!

That's a marrow-cleansing vine that can only grow by the spiritual spring. No wonder that little egg is so strong!