In the dream, they were getting married.

"I shouldn't be here. No, I shouldn't be alive."

"The so-called common people are nothing more than..."

"Wake up!"

Cong Mo's condition was completely off. His eyes were vague, his face was pale, and the blood all over his body made him look like a ghost crawling out of Rakshasa land.

The old man was furious, his eyebrows knitted together, his expression was worried, his right hand changed from a fist to a palm, and he struck her away.

Cong Mo was caught off guard and was knocked away. His back hit the tree behind him and he slowly slid down.

She covered her heart, her internal organs churning, and she vomited blood. Her eyes became clear for a moment.

"Cong Mo!" The old man took two steps forward, pinched her chin and forced her to look up at him, cursing at her, "Cong Mo, are you going to give up on yourself just because of this?"

"So you want to fulfill her wish and destroy this world? What does Leng Can's sacrifice mean? His death is meaningless. Is that what he wanted from you? You are now going against your original dream. What kind of path are you seeking? If you act like this, Leng Can will die with regrets in the afterlife!"

"I don't want... him to die with regrets." Cong Mo pulled his hand, forcing each finger apart. "So... I just need to bring Xiaocan back to life."

The old man didn't understand what she said for a moment, and opened his eyes wide, "W-what?"

"I want to go to the underworld." Cong Mo's expression was a bit crazy. He grabbed the old man's arm and shook it. "Master, I want to go to the underworld. If I can hurry, Leng Can's soul should not have entered the reincarnation cycle yet. I can bring his soul back and reshape it. As long as the soul is not scattered, everything will be easy."

Cong Mo changed so quickly that it was the old man Qing Yi who couldn't react. He had never thought that it was an inhumane method to go to the underworld and bring up the soul of a dead person.

"this……"

"Master, please."

Cong Mo has never said the word "ask".

This made the old man unable to finish the words that were stuck in his mouth. "This is too dangerous, don't..."

"I'm very calm. If I delay any longer and Leng Can doesn't come back, I'll go crazy."

"But...what about the method to get to the underworld..."

"A banned book in the library." Cong Mo's eyes lit up. "I want to give it a try."

It turned out that Cong Mo had known about this matter for a long time, and his request was just a test. If he didn't agree, Cong Mo would not listen to him and would go to Wuqing Mountain alone.

The old man hadn't felt helpless for a long time. "How... did you know?"

"Xiaocan took me in there once, and I paid attention to it."

"This..." The old man didn't know what to say for a moment. Was this God's will or was it luck amidst all the pain?

"Come back to Wuqing Mountain with me, and we'll discuss this matter later."

"Master." Cong Mo Muran called him, "I have imprisoned the creatures from the demonic realm within the barrier. It's very safe there, but one day, I will naturally release them. I still have my sanity and will not harm innocent people."

"But based on the damage I've done to the demonic forces, they won't dare to act rashly again for at least a while."

The old man's tense expression softened instantly. What should he do with his apprentice? He reached out and gently stroked Cong Mo's head, "Good... child."

The two returned to Wuqing Mountain together. Cong Mo took him to the library to retrieve the forbidden book, which clearly recorded how to go to the underworld.

The three sword spirits came forward and saw that they were all covered in blood. After hearing what happened to Leng Can, they were all filled with grief. Yu and Muxue hugged Yanhuo and cried breathlessly. Yanhuo lowered his head, hugged the two of them, and said nothing.

Leng Can's parents have been sent back by them and are currently unaware of this matter, and they are intentionally keeping it secret.

With Leng Can's arrival, Wuqing Mountain became much more lively. Now that he is gone, the whole mountain seems to have withered.

Cong Mo never showed any sadness, and even tried to comfort them, "Don't worry, I will bring Xiaocan back soon."

But this matter is ultimately too dangerous. The old man has many concerns. As a master, his disciple has gone through this, but he is powerless to do anything. Leng Can is already dead, and he cannot lose Cong Mo, his disciple again.

If that were the case, he would feel extremely guilty staying in Wuqing Mountain.

"Cong Mo, this matter..."

"A vessel for storing souls is nothing more than a magical tool for storing monsters. There's even a clear diagram of the formation. Using half of the body's spiritual power as support, this formation can be easily drawn and activated. After pulling the soul out of the underworld, use the puppet as a carrier for the body, unleashing enough spiritual power to support the rampant growth of a person's flesh and blood to repair it. Master, the methods here are complete. Regardless of whether they're true or false, they're worth a try. As long as..."

"Cong Mo." The old man raised his hand and placed it on her head, his tone softening. "Go take a hot bath. You're covered in blood. Leng Can will see..."

"Master." Cong Mo suddenly interrupted him.

"I had a dream. She searched my subconscious and created a beautiful dream for me." She lowered her head, her hands holding the book trembling. "In the dream, Leng Can and I will... get married."

Everything in the dream was almost in the opposite direction of reality. They did not come to the fairy mountain, and she did not get rid of her so-called love roots. She grew up with Leng Can as childhood sweethearts. When she was old enough, she held talismans and magic in her hands, and took Leng Can to travel all over the country, and when she saw injustice, she would draw her sword to help.

Leng Can was still as timid and fearful as ever, and would run behind her whenever he encountered any danger. The self in the dream seemed to be more patient with him, and mostly indulged his behavior.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the snow is pouring down, and the snow scene in dreams is beautiful beyond words.

In her dream, she dragged Leng Can to a tree, climbed onto his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and gently covered his lips.

The soft collision of lips.

She remembered Leng Can's flushed face and trembling body after they separated.

Then, the snow on the tree fell down with a "clatter", throwing the two of them into the snow. They rolled together, laughing happily. Leng Can hugged her and imitated her, slowly moving closer and biting her lower lip. "So soft, it's... warm."

"Really?" Cong Mo blinked, then realized she was shy. She pulled his collar and buried her head in his neck.

"Are you, are you shy?" Leng Can's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes darting around, not knowing where to look. He raised his hands and slowly hugged her shoulders, "Why... why did you kiss me?"

Cong Mo buried himself in his arms, his voice muffled, "I will learn from you..."

"What do you mean by learning from me? I don't have any..."

"Yes." Cong Mo retorted hastily, raised his head suddenly, and bumped into his chin.

Leng Can hissed in pain, frightening Cong Mo to raise his hand to look, but he grabbed his head and pushed his face down. "Don't look at me, I'm sorry, please continue talking."

He held Cong Mo tighter in his arms, rubbing his sore chin against her head, messing her hair. "When is it? Don't lie to me..."

"I won't frame you." Cong Mo no longer dared to move. His voice was soft, as if he was also very embarrassed. "A few days ago, you thought I was asleep and kissed me secretly."

"You...didn't sleep at that time."

"I slept, but I wasn't sound asleep."

"Why are you like this..."

"You kissed me first, you can't blame me..."

Leng Can curled his lips, unable to find any reason to refute.

The snow was cold, and they hugged for a moment before standing up. Their eyes met and they quickly looked away. Leng Can held the sword in one hand and hooked her hand with the other. When Cong Mo looked over, he quickly turned his face away. "Hold, hold hands, we must hold hands. You can't refuse."

"Uh...oh." Cong Mo lowered his head, not daring to look at him. He scratched his palm with his fingers, then probed deeper and slowly held his hand.

Leng Can immediately returned the handshake, his heart seemingly filled with countless flowers blooming. "Hmm...Okay."

The window paper was forcibly broken, and the love between boys and girls is always shy and embarrassed. They are embarrassed to say this and do that, but they are always curious about each other and always want to be with each other.

Stay together and protect each other.

This winter, they did not plan to go on an adventure again. They decided to take a short rest and rented an empty house in the mountains, intending to spend this cold winter in it.

"It's not bad to stay here from now on." Leng Can said as he packed his bedding. "Exploring the Jianghu isn't as exciting as it used to be with you."

"Indeed, it's just the two of us anyway." Cong Mo lit the fire and added water. "Let's take a shower and then go to bed. After the shower, we'll eat roast chicken."

"Well, heat up the roast chicken while you're at it." Leng Can took out a paper package from his bag and put it on the table. "Go wash it first."

"You go ahead." Cong Mo brought out a wooden barrel and scalded it with hot water. "It's too dangerous to burn fire."

"If you keep acting like this, I'll feel stupid and unable to protect you." Leng Can sat down on the stool, pouting in grievance.

"I can protect you. You don't need to do anything." After Cong Mo finished scalding the wooden barrel, he moved it into the inner compartment and began to fill it with hot water. "It's warm here. You can wash here later. I'll sit outside. Call me if you need anything."

"Oh." Leng Can stood behind her, hugged her waist, put his arm around her, took the wooden spoon from her hand, and held her hand to dig water together.

The posture is ambiguous and intimate.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy..." Cong Mo turned around and looked at him. They were very close to each other. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek.

"No." Leng Can rubbed her palm, "I just feel a little useless, always being taken care of by you."

"I like taking care of you." Cong Mo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile. He leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, his eyes bright and tender. "Do you want to... take a shower together tonight..."

"Get out now, I need to take a shower!"

The door slammed shut.

Cong Mo, who was pushed out and splashed with water in the face, said: "..."

By the time she finished washing, Leng Can had already heated up the roast chicken, and the two of them shared a roast chicken and two baked buns.

Leng Can brought a lot of silver with him when he came out with her. In addition, Cong Mo had been taking orders and helping many people along the way. The two of them did not lack silver and lived a very easy life.