Draw flowers, draw grass, draw the ruthless way, draw the four of us
After resting for half a day, the old man Qingyi and Cong Mo discussed a trip to the Demon Realm.
"This is a bracelet I made specially for you." The old man handed her a crystal bracelet. "It can hide the smell of spiritual power on your body. As long as you don't use spiritual power, you will be like an ordinary person. Even if you enter the demon world, you won't be discovered that we are from the fairy mountain."
Cong Mo took the bracelet and tucked it into his sleeve. "Master, when do we set off?"
The old man yawned lazily, leaned his head against the tree, and stretched out. The warm sunlight swept over him, making him feel sleepy unconsciously. "Tomorrow, let's take a day off. It's not too much. Anyway, the matter in the human world has been resolved. The demon world shouldn't take advantage of this time to cause trouble. This period of time has worn out my old bones."
"You're not old." Cong Mo said puzzledly, "Although practicing Taoism can prolong one's lifespan and maintain a youthful appearance, it can't be maintained forever as one ages. You look so young now. If you were to say you're older, you'd be in your forties or fifties at most, but I see you..."
Cong Mo slowly moved his steps, circling him back and forth, lowering his head and sizing him up. "Your face is wrinkle-free, your figure is tall and strong, and your eyes are bright and lively. I'm guessing you're around 27 or 28, not 30 this year, not much older than us."
"You're a fortune teller. I can tell by your face." The old man got goose bumps from her stare. "Don't look at me anymore. It makes my whole body crawl."
"People don't suddenly grow a lot of hair. You're lying." Cong Mo bent down and looked him straight in the eye. "Master, forgive me for being so presumptuous, but what is your real age?"
"I..." The old man pushed her face away, "Stay away from me."
"Oh." Cong Mo returned to his original position and stood against the tree. "I want to know. Can you tell me?"
"I, it's not that I don't want to say it, I just..." The old man paused, then shook his head, "I don't remember."
"Don't remember? Why not?" Cong Mo turned his head and looked down at him, "What about your name? You can't be called the Old Man of Love when you were born."
"This..." The old man glanced at her, his eyes blank and lifeless, empty and unable to contain anything. He couldn't see any curiosity about him from her. He looked up at the horizon, which was a deep blue sky with white clouds floating. He sighed helplessly, "I don't want to hide it from you, or anyone else. It's just that after experiencing the great war between the Immortal Mountain and the Demon Realm, after waking up, I... really can't remember anything. Everything. The Sect Master told me that I practiced the Way of Mercilessness and later came to this Merciless Mountain. Anyway, I can't remember anything, so I might as well stay here. Life doesn't matter where I live, so I might as well do something meaningful."
"Where's Senior Brother Li? Hasn't he been following you all the time?"
"Xing is a sword spirit transformed from Wuqing Mountain. He followed me after I lost my memory and went up the mountain. He knows nothing. He has a simple personality and is well-behaved and innocent. Before you went up the mountain, he almost did whatever I said. He was very afraid of me. It was only after a certain story that we gradually became close." As he spoke, the old man suddenly laughed, as if thinking of something. "Since Leng Can came, he has become much more cheerful, but he has also learned a lot of bad things. Sometimes he talks back to me, and I can never win over him."
"Leng Can is not a bad person, he is a very good person." Cong Mo retorted calmly.
"I know, this is just a description..."
"What are you doing?"
From a distance, Leng Can's shouts were heard.
They both looked up at the same time.
On a cold autumn day, sweating profusely, he ran towards them happily.
"Speak." Cong Mo raised his hand to his mouth and made a megaphone sound. "What's the matter?"
"Good news!" Leng Can grinned widely, his smile as brilliant as the refreshing rain in summer, forming a sharp contrast with the chill of autumn and winter. He pulled his clothes, which contained several fruits, and hurried towards them, saying excitedly, "Hurry up and pick the fruits from the trees in the back mountain. The ripe ones are almost rotten. Luckily, we used magic to delay the ripening of the fruits before we left. The fruits are so sweet, the fragrance will make you dizzy. You can make jam tonight and store it. My brother and I will be busy all day long."
"Where's the brothel?" The old man patted his butt and stood up.
"He went to get the basket." Leng Can stood in front of the two of them, picked up a fruit from his arms, wiped it carefully on his arm, and handed it to Cong Mo. "I've been busy lately and forgot about this. The fruit won't last long now. I can only make something else for storage, or sell it in the human world. Xiao Mo, try it quickly. You'll definitely like it. It's very sweet."
Cong Mo took it and took a big bite. "Sweet."
Leng Can saw that she enjoyed the food, and the smile on his lips became even bigger. He looked at her with a cute and silly look on his face. He took another one and handed it to the old man, "Master, try it too."
"Why don't you wipe it for me?" The old man rubbed himself on his clothes.
"I'm afraid Xiaomo will have a stomachache after eating." Leng Can grabbed Congmo and ran forward, turning back to stick out his tongue at the old man, "Master, hurry up, if you're late we'll have eaten everything."
An old man said: "..."
Doesn't he have a stomachache?
"Wait for me, you little brat!"
The fruits on the lower part of the tree had been picked by Leng Can and Xi. Xi and Cong Mo flew up to the higher part of the tree on their swords to pick the fruits, while Leng Can and Qingyi, an old man, held baskets below to catch them.
"Isn't it sweet?" Leng Can took it while eating.
"Hmm." The old man followed his example and took one from the box. He wiped it and took a big bite. "It's delicious. It feels like I haven't eaten such delicious fruit in a long time."
"Wuqing Mountain only has autumn and winter, so it's impossible to grow any vegetables or fruits. The spiritual energy in the mountain can nourish these trees and keep them covered with green leaves all year round, which is already very good. We can't expect anything else to grow. We accidentally discovered that this fruit tree had sprouted and bloomed. We couldn't bear it, so my senior brother and I used our spiritual energy to nourish it."
An old man praised him, "You are really capable and gifted."
"Oh..." Leng Can gets shy when he's praised, scratching his hair, "I'm not that great..."
As he was embarrassed, he was not paying attention and was hit on the head by the falling fruit and fell to the ground.
The old man laughed at him and helped him up and sat aside.
"Master, you're still laughing at me." Leng Can covered his head, wanting to cry but having no tears.
"Sorry,...haha...sorry..." The old man conjured a talisman and stuck it to the place where he was hit. "I was wrong, I regret it."
"What's wrong?" Cong Mo asked hurriedly when he saw that there was no one below and they were talking on the side.
"Nothing." The old man shouted, "I'll go back and continue."
So Leng Can sat aside with peace of mind, enjoying the breeze and eating fruit while watching the three people busying themselves.
As the sun set, this simple yet time-consuming task was finally completed through the unremitting efforts of the three people.
"Finally it's done. I'm so tired." She was so tired that she couldn't straighten her back. Her legs hurt when she moved. She helped Cong Mo stand on her sword. Cong Mo flew over the sword and brought him down.
"There are four in total, just enough for each person to carry one." The old man walked around the tree and checked to make sure there were no more missing. He then called for everyone to go down the mountain together, "It's time for dinner."
When she turned around, she saw Leng Can opening his arms towards Cong Mo, and then naturally climbing onto her back. Cong Mo hugged his legs and shook him, and then they both looked at the old man.
Leng Can's eyes were red and he looked pitiful. "I'm hurt."
An old man said: "..."
Several people were so hungry that they had no strength to fly the swords anymore, so they could only walk down the mountain. An old man was carrying a basket on his back and another basket in one hand, a total of four baskets. He was holding three and the other was carried on his back.
Cong Mo carried Leng Can on his back, and Leng Can just needed to enjoy himself.
The old man couldn't bear to watch it, "It's just a hit on the head, not a broken leg."
Leng Can ignored him and leaned on Cong Mo's back and acted like a spoiled child, "My head is dizzy and I can't walk."
"Then don't leave. I'll carry you on my back."
"Junior brother is injured, Master, please don't talk about him." Xi also advised.
An old man said: "..."
It was just a fruit hitting my head, but there was no bleeding and no bump.
He glanced at Leng Can hatefully, then turned away angrily again.
Just pretending to be pitiful.
"Never mind. I'll go to the kitchen with you to cook today."
When he heard this, his eyes widened instantly, not knowing whether he was happy or scared, "Are you serious? Otherwise, I will..."
The old man raised his head and said, "I can do it. I have talent too."
"Then I'll go too." Cong Mo signed up actively.
The two of them just looked at him expressionlessly, which made his conscience uneasy. He had no choice but to agree, "Well, then, you must follow my instructions when the time comes."
"What about me?" Leng Can shouted when he saw the three of them leaving. "What should I do?"
"You should rest." The old man raised his eyebrows at him. "You should rest well if you are injured."
"We can just do it. Normally, we rely on you and Brother for meals."
"Yeah." He nodded, took a fruit to eat, and said vaguely, "Junior brother, just rest."
Leng Can gritted his teeth and glared at the old man fiercely, "If you don't want to go, then don't go."
But things went against his wishes. After the old man had broiled who knows how many dozen fruits, Cong Mo almost burned through the bottom of the pot and was driven out by the murderous Qi, Leng Can still entered the kitchen despite his heart-wrenching pleading.
The old man Qing and Cong Mo were sent to wash clothes.
The river water was cold, and the two people's hearts were even colder.
How can someone be so bad at something?
They had already eaten some fruit in the afternoon, and the four of them were a little full from dinner, and had no desire to move.
Spread out the cushions and lie on the grass together to look at the stars.
"The stars are so bright tonight." He pointed at the stars in the sky, moving his fingers up and down as if painting. "So beautiful."
"Yeah, indeed, what are you drawing?" Leng Can followed his movements carefully.
He smiled and said, "Paint flowers, paint grass, paint Wuqing Mountain, paint the four of us."
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