Xiaocan is weird, just like that night

The three of them were tired from fighting, so they put their heads together, lay in a circle on the snow, and watched the snowflakes falling from the sky, as if elves had come with good luck.

He looked at Cong Mo, "Junior sister, you hit me hard."

Leng Can nodded vigorously and agreed, "It really hurts."

"The force is mutual." Cong Mo looked up at the sky. Tiny snowflakes drifted onto his cheeks, turning into water droplets and dripping down. "My hands hurt too."

Leng Can suddenly had an idea and grabbed Cong Mo's hand and rubbed it up and down, "Then I'll rub it for you and it won't hurt."

He frowned and turned to look at Leng Can, with an expression that looked like a traitor, "Then Junior Brother, help me rub it too."

Leng Can calmly analyzed, "Brother, it was the head that was hit, and the hand didn't hurt."

"Then rub my head."

Leng Can grabbed a handful of snow and covered his face with it. "Ice is best."

Cang: "..."

He stood up angrily, "I want to go back and rest!"

"Let's go back too." Cong Mo pulled Leng Can up, "It's cold, and you can't get sick. It will delay your sword practice."

Leng Can brushed off the snow on his body and rolled his eyes at her, "All you think about every day is practicing swordsmanship."

Cong Mo thought for a moment, "Not entirely."

Leng Can was happy again, "Is there me?"

Cong Mo strode forward, "No, and sleep."

Leng Can: "..."

He was trying to suppress his laughter.

Leng Can took a deep breath and threw another snowball at him.

Last night, Cong Mo did some weird things in his dream and went to catch monsters after waking up. He did not sleep well. When he returned to his bedroom, he was wrapped in the comfortable temperature. He felt sleepy almost immediately and his head was dizzy.

Cong Mo yawned, quickly took off his fur coat and outer clothes, and got into bed. "I'm so sleepy..."

Exhaustion weighed heavily on her and she fell asleep.

When she woke up, the sun had already set, leaving only a warm light shining into the house, casting a flickering halo.

Cong Mo stretched, her stomach was empty now, she had slept comfortably and her spirits had improved. She quickly put on her clothes and wanted to find some food. When she opened the door, Leng Can was standing outside with a wooden food box.

"Master." Mu Xue poked her head out from behind him, her blue eyes rolling up and down, showing her excitement.

Cong Mo produced a talisman in his hand. The talisman's colors fused and transformed into a translucent blue gemstone necklace. "Muxue, you performed very well last time and protected the master in a timely manner. This is for you."

"So beautiful, I like it so much, thank you, Master." Mu Xue took it immediately, "Master, Master, please help me put it on."

"This necklace can protect your life in times of crisis, but I don't want it to be damaged, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"No, Master." Mu Xue looked around at the necklace around her neck. "I'm very powerful. Although I can't compare to Yan Huo, I'm still one of the best among sword spirits."

"That's good." Cong Mo waved his hand back, "Fireworks, come out."

A tall figure immediately appeared beside her, with a dull expression, "It's snowing."

"You've slept too long." Cong Mo pushed him out. "You'll lose your energy."

Yanhuo reacted, shivering with cold, his face filled with fear. He tightly grasped Cong Mo's hand and said, "Master, I belong to the fire element and need to hibernate in winter. If you drive me out into the ice and snow, I will freeze to death."

This was the first time Mu Xue had seen him in such a state of disgrace. Before Cong Mo could even open his mouth, she began to scold him, "If you keep saying that, I'll still be stuck in my sword all summer long. You're spineless."

"There's no summer in Wuqing Mountain, so you don't need to hide." Yanhuo looked unwilling, and Qiqiai looked at Congmo, "Master, even if you can just break one of my arms, that would be fine."

Cong Mo took out a talisman from his sleeve. The yellow talisman instantly turned into a ball of fire when it landed in his hand, and finally burned into a red bracelet. "Fireworks, take it with you."

Yanhuo obediently took it in his hand, and immediately a warm current rushed through his body, spreading from his wrist to his whole body. He excitedly sprayed flames into the air, "Master, what is this?"

Cong Mo explained simply, "I refined these two these days in the spiritual energy-gathering area of ​​the back mountain. Muxue's can withstand the scorching heat, and Yanhuo's can withstand the bitter cold. Both can protect lives in times of crisis, but Muxue's necklace takes longer to absorb the essence."

Mu Xue curled her lips, tugged at her necklace, and said complacently, "The master treats me better, and my necklace is more beautiful than yours."

Yanhuo pouted, ready to strike. Cong Mo pushed him down and said, "I don't like this magic item being wasted now."

"I will cherish it." Mu Xue said happily, dragging the fireworks out, "Let's go out and play!"

Cong Mo then looked at Leng Can,

He sniffed, raised the food box in his hand, and said aggrievedly, "Xiaomo, I brought you some food because I knew you might be hungry when you woke up."

Cong Mo hurriedly pulled him in, "Sorry, just now..."

"It's okay. It's normal for Xiaomo to ignore me. I will wait patiently."

""Cong Mo thought his words were strange, but after thinking for a while, he found nothing special. "How long have you been waiting outside?"

"Not long ago, I just arrived." Leng Can explained carefully, "I asked Mu Xue to use magic to sense whether you were awake or not, so I came here. There are boundaries between men and women, and I won't enter your room easily."

Cong Mo glanced at him suspiciously, "Xiao Can, are you angry again? Why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden? Didn't you often sneak into my room before? Why do you feel something is wrong now?"

"Uh..." Leng Can opened the lunch box in a panic, "Let's eat first. I only had breakfast, so I must be starving."

"Indeed." Cong Mo smelled the fragrance of the food and no longer doubted his change of attitude, and began to eat with relish.

Leng Can was standing by, propping up his head and looking at her affectionately.

Cong Mo swallowed the rice with difficulty, looked at him with a puzzled frown, and pushed the dish towards him, "You eat too."

Leng Can pushed the dish back again, shyly saying, "I don't want to eat it, Xiaomo can eat it."

"Why?" Cong Mo put down his chopsticks after taking the last bite of food. "You used to be so reluctant to leave any for me, but today you're so reserved, not even touching your chopsticks. You're really not mad at me."

"Then tell me..." Leng Can lowered his head, raised his eyes, and blinked his eyelashes, like a poor rabbit telling his grievances. He raised his finger and pointed at Cong Mo's heart, "Why should I be angry?"

These words are so touching and alluring.

Cong Mo swallowed the food in his mouth, and in an instant he seemed to be back to the entanglement and decadence of that night.

She felt unconscious, picked up the teacup and poured water into it, but suddenly heard Leng Can say, "Why are you so indifferent to me..."

"Puff..." Cong Mo couldn't hold back her mouthful of water and almost spit it out. She stuck out her nose and looked at Leng Can in front of her suspiciously.

No problem! It smells delicious, it's not a demon, so why does it have the same name as in the dream?

Leng Can looked at her with a deflated look and sneered at her.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to implement his plan before being driven down the mountain, he wouldn't have called out such a disgusting name and acted like such a servile villain. "I, no, I read in the storybook that you all like to call me that. I just wanted to make Xiaomo happy."

"..." Cong Mo's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He opened his mouth and finally said "hmm" in agreement.

What Leng Can called her was up to him to decide, and it had nothing to do with her. How could she control it? Yes, she couldn't control it.

Cong Mo admonished himself, coughed, buried his head in his food, ate a few mouthfuls, picked up his sword and was about to leave.

"What are you doing, Xiaomo?" Leng Can asked aggrievedly, "How can you ignore me?"

Cong Mo took a deep breath and said, "Practice swordplay and calm your mind."

Leng Can hurriedly followed her, "I, no, I want to go with you. You can't abandon me."

Cong Mo's steps unsteadied and he quickened his pace.

In winter, the training ground will be protected by a protective cover to isolate it from the wind and snow, making it as comfortable as sleeping.

Leng Can had no intention of practicing, and kept glancing at Cong Mo while holding the book.

He lied. There were no meat buns in his dream. Instead, he was in a charming house, dressed in cool clothes, and he seduced Cong Mo with great skill, and finally got his wish and tasted the sweet lips.

"It's getting dark, why are you still training?" An old man flew down on his sword.

The two of them paid their respects, and Cong Mo asked, "Master, how is it going?"

The old man shook his head. "The source of demonic energy is complex, composed of many kinds of hostility. Finding the source is very difficult."

"I don't know where it came from."

"I don't know. Not all of them are from the demon world. This needs to be planned."

"What's your plan?" Cong Mo said bluntly, "Just go straight to the Demon Realm and find out."

"The Immortal Mountain and the Demon Realm have been at peace for a thousand years. This situation cannot be broken by the Immortal Mountain."

"Just think of it as a visit." Leng Can interrupted, "Relatives still visit during the New Year. The Fairy Mountain and the Demon Realm can be considered relatives, right?"

An old man: "..."

Forget it, forget it, how can I argue with a child?

He pulled two scrolls from his sleeve and handed them to the two men. "This is the key to the illusion. The situation is urgent. Wuqing Shanren is the immortal mountain's last remaining magic weapon. Even if you haven't fully succeeded in your cultivation, you must still fight for the people of the world. Starting tomorrow, we will enter the illusion to practice severing emotions. You can only leave the illusion after you have completely passed the three levels. Otherwise, you will remain there for the rest of your lives, with no hope of escape."

Leng Can held the scroll, trembling, "Can't I go in?"

The old man was ruthless and said, "I can't."

Leng Can wanted to cry but had no tears.

Cong Mo asked, "What are the rules?"

"Sever ties." The old man explained, "Once you enter the fantasy world, you'll naturally develop feelings for the characters, and thus become dependent on them. If you can sever any ties as the plot progresses, you'll be able to clear the level."

"Okay." Cong Mo responded calmly.

Leng Can clutched the scroll tightly, "Then, then I will also work hard."

"Master, why did you lie? Magical instruments are nourished by spiritual energy, and no matter how many kinds of energy there are, we can find them." Looking at the sprouting spiritual herbs, he asked in confusion, "Don't you think my junior brothers and sisters should know this, because you're afraid they'll rush to the demon world impulsively?"

"No." The old man showed a spirit object, "Come and see for yourself."

Puzzled, he leaned forward, only to be frightened and step back, falling to the ground. "Devil, the source of the demonic energy is actually my junior sister!"