Spring must

“Lululu…” Leng Can stuck out his tongue at him, “Master, you’re such a stingy person!”

Ever since the old man Qingyi stopped disguising himself as an old man, Leng Can always felt that he was pretending to be the old man Qingyi. In fact, he was not much older than them, so he treated him with less and less respect.

The old man Qingyi raised his hand and chanted a series of spells. Then, Leng Can's basket began to shake violently, and the basket lid opened automatically. The fish inside flew out and went towards the sky, drawing an extremely beautiful arc. The splashing water still had a fishy smell and dripped on Leng Can's face. He stared at the fish and it got into the basket of the old man Qingyi.

Leng Can was angry but helpless, "Master is bullying!"

"I am making reasonable use of the means." The old man raised his eyebrows at him, feeling very proud. The spell he just used was taught to him by Cong Mo.

Leng Can couldn't win, so he naturally asked for help. He ran up and hugged Cong Mo's arm, rubbed her all over with water, and shook her arm, "Xiao Mo, please help me, Master is bullying me."

Cong Mo looked up at the smug old man, the breathless Xi who was running, and the coquettish and playful Leng Can beside him. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to close the book.

Being happy with them, the inner demons will never arise.

She formed a seal in her palm, and a rope extended from the center of the seal and flew towards Xi who was not far away. One end of the rope was tightly tied to Xi's basket. Under his confused eyes, she pulled it over and flew into Leng Can's arms.

"That's a lot, don't be sad."

Instead of resolving the problem, she chose to make it worse.

He looked at them: "..."

In the end, he was the only one who got hurt.

But in fact, it is meaningless to compete for the first place. The fish finally fell into the hands of Leng Can and Yu. The old man Qing Yi and Cong Mo could only wait outside the kitchen, watching their movements and occasionally smelling the food.

Originally, the meals for each fairy mountain were handed over to the food ladies of the main fairy mountain to prepare according to the different characteristics of each fairy mountain. However, since there were only Leng Can and Xi in Wuqing Mountain during the time when they were unconscious, Cong Mo covered Wuqing Mountain with a barrier. Leng Can and Xi were vigilant and self-protective and were unwilling to open the barrier for them, so they could only send some food over occasionally.

Leng Can and Li couldn't starve to death, so the task of cooking naturally fell on them. From the beginning, they were impatient and didn't know anything, but in the end they actually developed an interest in it and worked out many new tricks.

Watching them busy, Cong Mo and the old man looked at each other, and they saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The old man asked: "You can't do anything?"

Cong Mo: "I have lost my memory."

An old man said: "..."

They couldn't even help. The two guys who couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar could only move the dirty clothes to the river to wash them.

They are still good at this kind of physical work.

By the time the clothes were washed and hung out to dry, the meal was ready. They caught a lot of fish, but in the end only killed three larger ones. They made one braised dish, one steamed dish, and one fried fish, and put the rest back into the river.

"A full fish feast!" He brought out the last dish of fish, looked at the two people who were drooling with greed, and hurriedly called Leng Can to come over.

"I'm making tea!" Leng Can brought out a porcelain pot. "This is my latest research. This tea is very fragrant."

He poured a glass for each person. When they sat down, the old man had already picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of steamed fish. He took two sips and the fish seemed to melt, leaving only a sweet aftertaste. "It's really delicious."

After saying just two words, he began to eat rice in big mouthfuls, leaving no time to say anything else.

Cong Mo swallowed her saliva and her eating posture was just a little more reserved than his, but from her movements, one could still see her urgency.

After all, the two of them had just finished beating their clothes, so it was normal for them to be hungry.

Leng Can and Yu met eyes, and both saw satisfaction with their cooking skills in each other's eyes.

Cool!

After eating and drinking, the four of them began to feel sleepy.

"Let's wash the dishes later." Leng Can yawned and leaned on Cong Mo's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter if you don't." The old man Qingyi was very open-minded. "There are only four of us in Wuqing Mountain who need to eat. There are so many bowls piled in the kitchen cabinet. If we smash ten of them a day, it will be enough for a year or two."

Yi, in turn, advised him, "We are trying to save money. How can Master be so wasteful?"

"..." The old man raised his arms, "...Don't let me beat you, you..."

"How about going out to bask in the sun?" Cong Mo suddenly suggested, "The sun is shining brightly today, and the weather is wonderful. It's rare to see such good weather in Wuqing Mountain."

It's rare that she's willing to express her own opinion.

Leng Can rubbed Cong Mo's shoulder and was the first to raise his hand, "I agree."

Xi followed closely behind, "Then me too."

The three of them looked at the old man at the same time, staring at him and silently raised their arms, "Master, I will agree to this with all my reluctance."

A thin blanket was spread out, and the four of them lay side by side on the grass. The sun poured down, and the warmth dispelled the haze and shone on the four of them, making Lazy Sheep sleepy, feeling comfortable and happy.

If time could stop at this moment, it would be joyful and auspicious.

Leng Can squinted his eyes and looked at the sun, which was so warm, brilliant and full of vitality.

He turned his head and looked at Cong Mo who had her eyes closed. The sunlight shone on her face, revealing a clear and three-dimensional outline. Her eyelashes blinked, and their long curls made her look like a lively elf. Even the tiny white hairs on her skin could be seen clearly.

No longer as desolate as usual, the light gave her a golden protective shield, making her gentle.

"very nice."

"What's good?" Cong Mo turned to look at him, the light shining in his eyes, bright and clear.

"It's just very good, everything is good, everything is good." Leng Can moved closer to her, hugged her arm, rested his cheek on it, raised his head to look at her, the bright sun shone into his eyes, and there was only Cong Mo in them, "Xiao Mo, can you coax me to sleep?"

Cong Mo paused for a moment, "How to coax her?"

"Pat me on the back."

Cong Mo thought for a moment, then turned around, supported his head and let it lie on his arm, and put his other hand on his back, patting him gently.

Leng Can's nostrils were filled with her pleasant scent. He couldn't tell whether it was the heat caused by the sun, or the desire for Cong Mo that made him unbearable.

Just... I like it so much.

"The last time I experienced this feeling was many years ago when I was carefree." The old man sighed.

"It's normal for Wuqing Mountain to alternate between autumn and winter." Cong Mo patted Leng Can's back to lull him to sleep while answering the old man, "It should be a scorching summer in the human world right now."

"Summer is sweltering." The old man shook his head. "I still don't like it. In comparison, the temperature in autumn is just right."

“Ice food is good in summer.”

"You can eat it in autumn, but you can't eat it often, or you'll get stomachaches."

"Indeed, the more I talk about it, the more I feel greedy..."

"Master... I feel the same way."

During their conversation, Leng Can and Xi, the only two people who could do what they said, had quietly fallen asleep accompanied by the chirping of insects.

He hummed twice, rested his head on the old man's arm, and snored softly.

The old man looked at them sleeping soundly and peacefully, and his heart was relieved. "Cong Mo, close your eyes and sleep for a while, enjoy the sunshine."

Cong Mo brushed away Leng Can's hair, stroked his back, and slowly closed his eyes, "Hmm."

If it could always be like this, it would be a stable and happy life.

Cong Mo was the first to wake up. She gently moved Leng Can's hand from her waist. Having nothing else to do, she decided to take advantage of this opportunity to put the books that the old man had given her back into the library.

Although according to her observation, she was the only one in the entire Wuqing Mountain who could read books on this kind of professional knowledge.

Holding a pile of books in his hands, he put them on the ground with a "bang" sound. Cong Mo walked around the shelf and put the books back in their original places one by one.

"This one is right here, no... How can these two be together..."

Then she discovered that the books were not arranged according to the labels at all, but were completely randomly placed.

Cong Mo: “…”

Speechless for a moment, she sighed, and then made a difficult decision. She decided to organize the books in the library before dinner and tell everyone else to arrange them in order.

The books are numerous and varied, and by the time I sorted them out, the sun had already set.

Leng Can, who was basking in the sun outside, finally woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the enlarged face and the crystal saliva at the corner of his mouth.

Leng Can: “…”

He clearly remembered that the person he was holding before going to bed was the sweet Cong Mo.

He raised his hand and decisively slapped her on the back, then quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and pretended to be woken up together with him.

"Ouch..." He rubbed his back and sat up, "Who hit me?"

"I just woke up." Leng Can acted very realistically, yawning and looking sleepy. "Who can hit you?"

He immediately turned his attention to the old man, only to see that he had his eyes closed and was sleeping very soundly.

"I was just woken up too. It definitely wasn't me." Leng Can quickly pointed at the old man in Xiangqing. "Master hit him. He was pretending to be asleep."

He took a deep breath, raised his fist, and punched the old man.

“Ouch!”

"Finally I've finished organizing the books." Cong Mo stretched his sore arms.

She only had one last book left on overcoming inner demons, but she searched for it for a long time but couldn't find the label indicating where to put the book.

While walking, he accidentally bumped into the bookshelf and felt a sudden pain on his head. Cong Mo bent down to pick it up. It was a book called "How to Quickly Improve Spiritual Power", and there was a lot of dust on it.

She remembered that she needed to improve her spiritual power and recover her memory, so she left the book behind without hesitation.

I looked up and saw a very small label engraved on the top of the bookshelf.

【Not necessary】

Does that mean it’s not necessary?

Cong Mo thought for a moment,

What kind of inner demons can a heartless person have? This book on overcoming inner demons should be placed there.

She conjured a talisman and placed it on the book, manipulating it to the highest point.

At this point, she had put all the books in their proper places.

Cong Mo put the book he had left behind into his arms, picked up a book related to magic, locked the door and went out.

So I didn't see clearly that there were four small words after "not necessary", "spring day must".