Chapter 26

Xiao Mo was so excited when Chu Jinglan called him "brother" twice that he wished he could turn into a black mist drill and return to the sea of ​​consciousness, or find a crack in the ground to survive.

Xiao Mo quickly sent a message to him, asking him to hold his mouth shut and stop using his magical powers.

【Based on our looks, it is most appropriate for us to play brothers. It is easier for people to believe who is the older brother and who is the younger brother.】

[Yeah, I understand]

Xiao Mo was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Chu Lan's voice in shock: "You handled it very smartly, brother."

Xiao Mo: “…”

It’s not over yet!

[…You are the greatest, I don’t deserve it]

The firelight flickered on the two people's faces, and Chu Jinglan's tense nerves seemed to relax. Ever since Wanyu left, he was like a bow that could break at any time. If the string was not loosened, he would be the first to break.

It was cold after nightfall, and even with a bonfire, it was not suitable for Chu Jinglan to stay outside for too long. Xiao Mo took him into their tent. Next to them was the servants' tent, so they talked using voice transmission in the tent to prevent outsiders from overhearing their conversation.

Xiao Mo explained how they met the caravan and the identities of the two people. Chu Jinglan listened and nodded: "With the caravan here, we will be able to reach Weicheng soon."

Xiao Mo sat in the tent, spinning his flute with his fingers: "It would be best if the Chu family doesn't send anyone over here. I've kept my spiritual sense on. If there are any more, we can use the excuse of leaving the team for a while and go kill them."

If Chu Jinglan was not in poor health, he could have let Xiao Mo possess him or take him directly to Weicheng.

Chu Jinglan looked down at his palms. This body was too useless now. It was a hindrance even for walking.

But he had to move forward, and he could not die easily.

He also wants to avenge his mother.

Some people will be crushed by hatred and heavy burdens, but some people can move forward desperately despite carrying immense burdens.

"Go to sleep." Xiao Mo poked him with his flute, "Get more rest and get well soon."

Chu Jinglan lay down. Although he was exhausted, he didn't fall asleep immediately, perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long during the day. He watched Xiao Mo's hand wipe in the air, and then his eyes fell in front of him, as if he was staring at something that didn't exist.

Chu Jinglan: "What are you looking at?"

"My martial arts." Xiao Mo waved his fingers in the air, as if pointing at something that didn't exist.

"Inner Devil Talent?"

There are restrictions on what can be said about the system, so Xiao Mo can only translate it into a way that is easy to understand in this world: "It's almost the same, it's something I was born with."

Chu Jinglan's voice gradually became tired and exhausted: "If we come across the magic skills in the future, we can pay attention to them."

Xiao Mo seemed to have heard something interesting. He half-lay down beside him, propped up his chin with his hand, and smiled at him: "Listen, is this what a righteous monk should say? Also, aren't you afraid that I will take your body away?"

"I owe you a favor," Chu Jinglan looked into the inner demon's eyes, "I have to pay it back."

Xiao Mo hummed softly and laughed twice, the dim light of the campfire outside reflected on his handsome face, the firelight and shadow danced at the same time, half of him was a fairy, half of him was a seductive devil, the purity and weirdness in the same person complemented each other.

Xiao Mo pulled a fur blanket that the caravan had lent them for him and said, "Okay, I'll remember that."

The next morning, when Chu Jinglan opened his eyes in shock, Xiao Mo was not beside him. This was normal, but he didn't know why his heart tensed up and he immediately sat up.

Xiao Mo just opened the curtain and entered the tent, and Chu Jinglan finally felt relieved.

This emotion was not normal, Chu Jinglan knew it.

But perhaps because he had encountered too many changes in a short period of time, as if he had suffered all the hardships of his life, Chu Jinglan decided to let his emotions go with the flow and not care about them for the time being.

Xiao Mo practiced all night and did not sleep at all. In the morning, he touched Chu Jinglan's forehead again to confirm that the fever had completely subsided. After hearing that the guards and servants had also started to move, he went out to help, picked up some firewood, and brought back two bowls of food.

When the caravan was traveling, except for the boss, everyone else did physical work and ate a lot, but there was no such thing as eating light in the morning and less at night. Xiao Mo originally only wanted one and a half bowls, and he would take as little as possible for himself, but they could not resist their enthusiasm. They thought that the young man should eat more, so they served him two large bowls full of meat soup with steamed buns soaked in it.

It looked average, but it was simple and fragrant, with plenty of spices. Xiao Mo was a little worried: "Can you eat two bowls?"

Chu Jinglan has had no appetite recently. Swallowing food is like swallowing a stone, which gets stuck in his throat. But for the sake of his health, he has to eat. He raised his head and asked, "You can't eat?"

There is no precedent or reference for a spirit like Xiao Mo. At this moment, he looks like an ordinary human being. Chu Jinglan doesn't know his situation yet.

Xiao Mo held the bowl and sniffed the aroma of the food, then sighed, "I tried it yesterday. If I eat mortal food, I will vomit. It's uncomfortable, unless it is food that can be completely transformed into spiritual energy."

He stared at the hunk of beef and muttered, "What a shame, it really smells good."

Yes, Chu Jinglan knew how much the inner demon liked the smell of food. He showed up on time at mealtime every day just to smell the food. However, even after he had a human form, he could only look but not eat. It was too painful.

Do you need spiritual food to eat it?

Chu Jinglan took note of it.

"Leave it there, I'll try."

Chu Jinglan picked up his own portion first and swallowed it with great difficulty, but he did not let Xiao Mo see it. The meat was soft and tender, and the fragrance lingered on the back of the tongue. It was indeed a good thing. It was a pity that after it slid down his throat, his stomach completely resisted.

After finally finishing one bowl, he poured half a bowl of Xiao Mo's and swallowed it. He really couldn't eat any more.

This is outside, not at home, and the food is given to us with kindness, so it is not appropriate to leave it. Also, if they are two normal teenagers, there should be no problem in eating this amount, and it should not arouse suspicion.

Chu Jinglan slowed down for a moment, then reached for Xiao Mo's bowl again, ready to take the last half.

Xiao Mo turned his hand and brought the bowl to himself.

"You should look at your face." Xiao Mo said, "If you really can't eat, just tell me, don't force it."

Chu Lan's fingers stopped in shock.

He had just recovered from the fever, and his face was pale. His eyes and eyebrows betrayed his patience. Chu Jinglan curled his fingers and watched Xiao Mo start to eat: "...Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Xiao Mo gave him a blank look and said, "Are you feeling better now?"

"We'll each take half," Xiao Mo said casually, "very fair."

Chu Jinglan was used to giving most of the sweetness to others, but he had never experienced this before when he also shared the bitterness with others in half.

But it was as if when someone said that, the pain in my heart was really alleviated a little. It was an indescribable feeling.

The reason is unclear, but it is definitely not bad.

After Xiao Mo finished the food in the bowl, Chu Jinglan also stood up to leave the tent. Xiao Mo handed the bowl to him and asked him to return it, while he found a corner to vomit.

Chu Jinglan returned the bowl, thanked him, and walked in the direction Xiao Mo left. After walking a distance, Xiao Mo had already finished vomiting. He turned around and bumped into him. He was stunned: "Why are you here?"

The inner demon has no blood, and the color of his lips is fake. Apart from that, his cheeks don't turn red, and when he vomits in pain, the corners of his eyes don't turn red like normal people. However, clues can still be seen in his eyes, which are filled with water and seem to shed real tears.

Chu Jinglan withdrew his gaze from his flirtatious eyes: "The caravan is about to set off, I came to find you."

Xiao Mo had no doubts: "Oh, let's go."

The two of them still sat in the last carriage with the little servants. The little servants were very lively, like birds, and always had endless things to talk about. Xiao Mo seemed to be very good at communicating with children. When you counted carefully, he didn't say much, but he always made them happy.

When Chu Jinglan was at the Chu family, even if he didn't speak, his whole body was as cold as frost and snow, so cold that people dared not approach him. But now his aura began to retreat, and no one knew whether he was melted by the high fever or his state of mind began to reorganize.

It's easy for teenagers of seventeen or eighteen to change every day, and both him and Xiao Mo, after leaving the Chu family, have slowly begun to grow up.

The carriage finally arrived at Weicheng. During these three days, there was no one from the Chu family chasing them. I don't know whether Chu Si and others were worried that Chu Jinglan had some treacherous tricks up his sleeve, or whether the Chu family had used up all their blood and energy and had completely lost track of Chu Jinglan. In short, everything was peaceful.

It is certainly a good thing for Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan.

After entering the city, the two said goodbye to the caravan. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan quietly stuffed the silver and silver bills they had scraped from the killer into their goods. When they found them later, they might not guess that they were given by them. They might even think they were unexpected fortunes forgotten in a corner.

However, Xiao Mo still left some small change, mainly in case Chu Jinglan's arrangements went wrong, so that he could at least have some money for a few meals.

Xiao Mo can survive without meals, but Chu Jinglan will starve to death if he doesn't eat.

Chu Jinglan seemed to be very familiar with Weicheng. After entering the city, he didn't even need to ask for directions and just led Xiao Mo straight ahead. Xiao Mo looked at the plaques along the way and was actually led by Chu Jinglan to Donghua Lane.

The two stopped in front of a house.

It is impossible for a cousin to have an uncle, so what is this house about?

Chu Jinglan raised his hand and knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened and a middle-aged man came over. As soon as he saw Chu Jinglan, he immediately came over and said, "The boss is back!"

Chu Jinglan nodded.

Xiao Mo: Boss?

Chu Jinglan: "Thank you for helping me look after the house."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's okay. The money you gave me is enough. I just cleaned the house two days ago. Are you going to move in now?"

He looked at Xiao Mo and smiled familiarly: "Is this your brother?"

Sure enough, everyone thought that they must have been born from the same womb.

Chu Jinglan actually answered: "Yes, my brother."

Xiao Mo: “…”

Now, the younger brother takes the blame for one time, and it's even.

Originally, he wanted to call out "brother" in return, but when the two words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered Chu Jinglan's previous gaze. Xiao Mo's tongue paused for a moment, and he swallowed the two words back.

...Forget it. If I really call him out, Chu Jinglan will probably remain indifferent. Instead, he will feel sticky and awkward. It’s better not to shoot himself in the foot.

"I'll be leaving now. If you have any instructions, please come to the old place to find me. If you need me to relocate, I can also help. Leave it to me!"

The middle-aged man was a capable person. After he left, Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo were the only ones left in the huge house. Xiao Mo understood that this was the house that Chu Jinglan had secretly bought, and the man just now was given the job of guarding the house.

Chu Jinglan did not leave all the things he got as the young master in the Chu family. He was secretly making his own plans.

In fact, the Chu family had originally thought about treating Chu Jinglan well, but when Chu Jinglan showed his talent in cultivation, Wanyu had been almost pushed to the limit. Chu Jinglan was precocious and sensible, and he saw and remembered everything Chu Tianshi did and the Chu family's tolerance.

The Chu family saw that this genius was so hostile to the family, which was not acceptable. The Chu family had finally produced a peerless genius, and if benefits could not move him, then they could only use both kindness and force to keep him firmly in the hands of the Chu family.

However, after using Wanyu to tie up Chu Jinglan, the Chu family did not treat Chu Jinglan harshly in terms of cultivation resources. Chu Jinglan secretly collected some things, bypassed the Chu family's eyes and ears, and put them in Weicheng.

Xiao Mo followed Chu Jinglan into the courtyard. It was a three-story courtyard, not small at all. Peach blossoms were planted in the backyard, and the corridors and bridges were all very uniquely designed. It was almost evening and it was getting late, so Chu Jinglan took Xiao Mo to the house where the most peach blossoms were planted.

Pushing open the door, there was a dressing table with a lace-rimmed mirror, a lacquered wooden makeup box with gold lining, and a gilded filigree incense burner. Any one of them would be worth much more than the small change left by Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo suddenly felt that he was worrying for nothing.

However, in addition to its exquisite decoration, many details show that this room is a chamber prepared for women. With such a good orientation and courtyard, it can only be reserved for Wanyu.

Xiao Mo pinched his palms, felt a bitter taste in the root of his tongue, and stopped at the door.

Chu Jinglan hung up the curtains and said, "It's getting late today, let's get some rest first. You can stay in this room."

Xiao Mo did not enter the house: "I just want to rest and go back to the sea, this room... this room is for you to stay in."

Chu Jinglan's hands were holding the gauze curtain, which was soft and comfortable, as gentle as water. He touched the silk flowers on it, lowered his eyes for a while, and said, "Okay."

The middle-aged man who was guarding the house was very considerate. He came back and bought some food, just enough for Chu Jinglan's dinner. After dinner, before it was completely dark, Chu Jinglan sat in front of the dressing table in the house, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xiao Mo stared at him for a while, then suddenly understood something, turned around and walked away, sitting down on the steps outside the house.

Xiao Mo stared at the night sky slowly rising above the horizon, counting the time silently in his heart. After waiting for a while, he heard suppressed sobs coming from the house behind him.

The person who is crying may have clenched his teeth, or blocked his mouth with a fist, suppressing and restraining himself, and his voice may be trembling. You can't quite hear the crying tone, but you can feel the pain of his chest and lungs being torn apart from his intermittent breathing.

Like a little beast in the forest, he can never find his way home.

After suppressing his pain for these days, Chu Jinglan's pain finally broke out in the house where he could not wait for Wanyu and raged out.

The sound of breathing behind him gradually became louder. Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, took out his flute, put it to his lips, and blew it softly.

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle——

The sky is full of little stars——

The night was shrouded in darkness, the sky was filled with stars, the Milky Way was far away, and Xiao Mo's uncomposed flute music drowned out the sounds in the house. It was unclear whether the flute sound rose with the breath, or whether the breath was wantonly changing its pitch under the flute sound. When the sounds in the house stopped, Xiao Mo's music also stopped.

The door was not closed, but Xiao Mo did not enter the room. He walked around to the window and knocked on the closed window with his bamboo flute: "Have I made any progress in playing the flute?"

After a while, a low and muffled "hmm" came from inside the window.

Xiao Mo curled his lips and said, "I will go back to my sea of ​​consciousness to cultivate. You should go to bed early."

Chu Jinglan's voice was extremely hoarse: "...Don't you dislike places without light?"

"I don't like it, but practicing the mind in the sea of ​​consciousness is more effective." Xiao Mo said, "And when you are meditating, it doesn't matter whether there is light or not."

After a moment, the window opened from the inside.

Chu Jinglan's eyes were red and swollen. Some people cried miserably, but he was like a beast. He didn't need mercy or sympathy under his bloodshot eyes. He could only use the blood of his enemies to cast his frosty bones and cold soul.

Through an open window, Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo looked at each other.

He said, "Okay, come back."

After seeing Chu Jinglan's expression, there was no need to mention certain things. Xiao Mo turned into black mist and returned to the sea of ​​consciousness. A strand of black mist circled around the corners of Chu Jinglan's eyes, as if gently wiping them away for him.

Chu Jinglan blinked his dry eyes, stared at the bright stars in the night sky for a while, and closed the doors and windows.

Xiao Mo returned to his own courtyard in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. When he opened the panel to look at the mental method, the system interrupted him: "Host, are you sympathizing with him?"

Xiao Mo didn't even raise his head: "No."

He turned to the page where he last read and said in a normal tone: "He doesn't need sympathy, and I won't decide to accompany him just because of sympathy."

If I had not been attracted to Chu Jinglan at first when I first opened the original novel, I would not have been so disappointed after being splashed with such a melodrama that I would have typed out a thousand-word long review.

"I want to see how far he can go."

Xiao Mo blinked and said, "Of course, since I am ready to intervene, I definitely don't want to see him go down the same path as he did after he got involved with Su Baimo."

No matter what, since he is going to care, who wants to be choked to death by a scumbag when they can read a cool novel? Anyway, the system has also said that the plot after the important growth nodes doesn’t matter. He will accompany Chu Jinglan to the inner tribulation. On such a long road, he is inseparable, and there are plenty of opportunities to suppress the beginnings of feelings between Chu Jinglan and Su Baimo.

When a group of attackers gathered around Su Baimo, Xiao Mo didn't believe that Chu Jinglan, who had no emotional foundation, would come up to her and be devoted to her.

Why talk about love? Get started with your career!

The author has something to say:

Mini-theater:

Xiao Mo: Why talk about love at such a young age? You should be a career-oriented person who is not moved by anyone!

Chu Jinglan:.