There are four of us. I don't want to insult you.

"Anyway, these matters in the human world have come to an end. Unless your majesty asks for help, we will try not to get involved again."

Leng Can hugged Cong Mo's arm and rubbed his face against it affectionately. "By the way, when we went to Yaoshan today, I clearly felt that the people there treated us very coldly. There was even disgust in their eyes. I also met Yin Yi, and he wasn't quite normal either."

"Yes." He nodded vigorously. "Even if, as the Sect Master said, that woman is a defector, their attitude towards a wounded person is far too cold. Moreover, the woman's actions don't seem like she's lying. If she really was lying, how could she be willing to return to Yaoshan after having finally left?"

The four of them looked at each other and sighed together.

All the things were mixed together, making it difficult for them to find a way out or a solution.

"Forget it." The old man said soothingly, "You've been tired for a long time, and it's getting late. You've been busy these days, go back and rest quickly."

After clearing the table and washing the dishes together, the four of them went their separate ways and returned to their respective rooms to rest.

Leng Can walked to the corner and saw that the old man Qingyi and Xi had returned to their respective houses. He flew towards the back mountain on his sword, but before he had flown for long, he was hit on the hilt by a stone that suddenly appeared. He was not paying attention for a moment, his body was unstable, his feet tilted, and he fell straight down. There was a moment of tension and fear of pain. He closed his eyes tightly and curled up into a ball. Everything he imagined did not come true. Instead, he fell into a soft embrace, and the tip of his nose was filled with a familiar fragrance.

It was a taste that he missed so much.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Cong Mo's enlarged face, so close that I could see the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. "Xiao Mo..."

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The violent beating of his heart beat against his body, causing his soul to tremble along with it.

He hurriedly pushed Cong Mo away, jumped out of her arms, stood up and straightened his clothes, and asked in a panic, "Why...are you here?"

Cong Mo helped him put away his sword, then leaned against the tree with his sword, "Wait for you."

"Wait for me?" Leng Can pointed at himself. When he realized what she meant, his ears turned red. "You, how did you know I would come to find you?"

"I guessed it." Cong Mo's expression remained normal as he slowly approached him.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come to find you?" Leng Can swallowed his saliva and stepped back unconsciously, "What if you can't wait for me?"

"No." Cong Mo shook his head. "You should meet with me alone before going to bed. This is the rule I have summarized recently. I... never thought about the consequences of you not coming to see me."

Leng Can turned his head and looked to the other side. To be honest, it would be a lie if he didn't feel moved after hearing Cong Mo say these words. He quickly changed the subject, "Just now... someone attacked me."

"It's me."

Leng Can: “?”

"You, why did you attack me?" Leng Can's mouth twitched, his mood changed instantly, and he felt ashamed of his previous impulse.

Is Cong Mo's real purpose of waiting for him here to murder him?

"It's getting dark. I'm afraid I'll alarm Master if I call you out." Cong Mo stared into his eyes. "Master doesn't like you being alone with me, especially at night."

Why did he say that? It was as if they had done something shameful. Leng Can looked around unconsciously, his tone aggrieved, "You can't do that, what if I fall?"

When he is with Cong Mo, he always acts like a spoiled child unconsciously.

Cong Moding said, "I will catch you."

"What if I can't catch it?"

"I will definitely catch you."

"Tsk..." Leng Can crossed his arms, got into a stance, and looked unconvinced.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Cong Mo raised his hand and poked his arm, "When are we going to practice spiritual cultivation?"

"?" Leng Can's eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Spiritual practice." Cong Mo blinked, "Just being naked... well..."

Leng Can covered her mouth with his hand, fearing that he would hear these words from her again, "Mo, don't say it."

Cong Mo pulled his hand away, "When will we practice spiritual cultivation?"

"Tomorrow at the earliest... I feel a little tired today." Leng Can lowered his head, almost buried it in the ground, clutching his clothes tightly, and said something he regretted, "Actually, today..."

"Okay then." Cong Mo agreed, "I'm a bit busy today, let's do it another day."

Leng Can curled his lips and pinched his thigh hard.

Why are you so tired? You talk so much.

"Then I'll go back first?" Cong Mo raised his hand and patted his head gently, "You should go back and rest early too."

"Wait a minute." Leng Can quickly grabbed her hand and then immediately shook it off.

"What's wrong?"

"Um..." Leng Can raised his head, his face red as a monkey's butt. He didn't know why he was so nervous today, as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms. "Are you... just leaving like this?"

Won't you kiss me?

Cong Mo didn't understand what he meant, so he asked, "Or else?"

"No... do something else?"

"Uh..." Cong Mo was speechless for once, "What can I do?"

"I mean do something else to me."

"To you?" Cong Mo scratched his head. "What did I do to you? I don't quite understand. You can just tell me directly."

She didn't understand but asked.

"You... are slow." Leng Can opened his mouth and scolded her.

"Slow?" Cong Mo didn't understand why he came to this conclusion, and was at a loss.

He didn't say anything and she didn't understand. Isn't that normal? After all, she wasn't a cultivator of the mind, so it was understandable that she couldn't fully understand the mind.

Cong Mo self-evaluated, "I think it's pretty good."

"You..." Leng Can stamped his feet in anger. He shouldn't have played this kind of romantic game with Cong Mo. She was clueless and yet he still thought he could...

He turned around and said angrily, "From now on... forget it, go back and rest."

Cong Mo: “…”

What's going on?

Cong Mo looked at his back as he turned around, and intuitively knew that Leng Can was angry. Although she didn't know why, subconsciously, before she could react, she quickly caught up with him in three or two steps, grabbed Leng Can's arm, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him against the tree.

Leng Can hissed in pain. Cong Mo came to his senses and immediately let go of him, taking a half step back. "I'm sorry, I don't know how... this happened."

"It's okay." Leng Can rubbed his arm, "What's wrong?"

Cong Mo carefully looked at his face and asked, "Are you crying?"

"I didn't." Leng Can pursed his lips, "I was just blinded by the wind."

"Are you angry then?"

“…”

Leng Can remained silent and did not answer.

"Why are you angry?" Cong Mo asked.

Leng Can still didn't speak.

Cong Mo persisted, "If you're angry, you can tell me the reason. I can help you solve it. Did I do something to make you unhappy? I can apologize..."

"I'm not angry." Leng Can interrupted her.

"You're angry, you're lying." Cong Mo said bluntly, "Why would you lie if you're angry?"

Leng Can looked at her and sighed helplessly. Cong Mo kept asking her so persistently, which made his unhappy thoughts dissipate. It was just him who was being unreasonable, and it had nothing to do with Cong Mo.

"I was just being unreasonable." Leng Can tried to apologize and explain to her, "I was a little bit angry for a moment, please don't..."

"Why is it unreasonable? This word is unreasonable." Cong Mo interrupted him, "If I did something wrong and you are angry or unhappy, there must be a reason. No one would be unreasonable. You should tell me the reason instead of using this word to summarize it. Xiaocan, I'm here, why don't you tell me?"

"Then..." Leng Can looked at her, and the tears that he had managed to hold back burst out again, rolling down his cheeks in big drops, dripping down, "Kiss me."

"You should have told me earlier." Cong Mo held his arm, stood on tiptoe, moved closer, wiped away his tears with his hands, and then covered his eyes, "Close your eyes."

The curled eyelashes rubbed the palm of his hand, and Leng Can closed his eyes obediently.

Cong Mo looked at his lips, slowly moved closer to him, and gently touched his lips with his lips, "Kiss you."

"Not enough." Leng Can panted softly, "The time is too short."

"How long do you want to kiss me? I'm a little sleepy."

"Just a moment, not long." Leng Can leaned down and held the back of her head, "I'll do it."

“Mmm…”

After two days of fatigue, the two did not kiss for too long and soon separated. After saying goodbye, Leng Can returned to the house, took a comfortable hot bath and got into bed. He felt warm and soft all over, and soon fell asleep.

The remaining three people were not much better than him. Cong Mo returned to the house in the back mountain and almost fell asleep in the wooden tub while taking a bath. He dried his body and put on his underwear in a daze, then fell asleep on the couch. It seemed that the old man and the one who was in love went to bed earlier than them.

As soon as the moon climbed above the clouds, Wuqing Mountain fell into silence, with only the intermittent snoring sounds remaining.

The next day, no one was able to get up for breakfast, and the daily routine that Leng Can and Yu had worked so hard to establish was completely disrupted.

When Cong Mo woke up, put on his clothes and went down the mountain, Leng Can and the old man were playing chess. He lay on the soft grass beside them, eating snacks and watching them.

"Huh..." Yi yawned, "Junior brother, haven't you decided where to go yet?"

Leng Can had a bitter face and was hesitant. "Isn't this just thinking? Everything should be done slowly. Why rush?"

The old man said slowly, "You can admit defeat."

Leng Can was immediately aroused to fight, "I will never admit defeat."

Cong Mo took a plate of fruit and slowly walked around behind him. He looked at the chessboard, grabbed his hand, and put it in one place. "Play here."

"Xiao Mo, you're awake! Hurry..." Leng Can pushed Cong Mo to sit down, "I can't defeat my master, please help me get revenge."

"I'll help you." Cong Mo put the fruit in his hand.

Leng Can sat down next to Yu and shared the fruit with him. Suddenly, he remembered that Yin Yi had become the assistant master yesterday. "By the way, Master, why doesn't Wuqing Mountain have an assistant master?"

The old man looked at him like a fool. "There are four people in Wuqing Mountain. No, there's also a sword spirit. And you two are the only ones trying to distinguish between superior and inferior? I don't mean to insult you. Don't interrupt me while I'm playing chess."

Leng Can: “…”