Xiaomo only remembers me?
Leng Can opened his eyes again and found himself lying on his couch. His head was dizzy, but his body felt much more comfortable. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck. The pain from the knife cutting through his neck seemed to still be there. He was scared for a while, but he felt it was worth it.
Fortunately, he died, and Xiaomo no longer had to suffer those meaningless tortures.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, feeling empty inside as if a piece was missing.
What is missing?
As if sensing something, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look to the side.
The slender figure sitting at the table had haunted him in his dreams several times at night, and he couldn't forget it. He reached out his hand in that direction, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao, Mo, you... are back?"
Cong Mo paused while turning the pages of the book and turned around. He saw that he was looking at him with his eyes open, his expression filled with joy. "Xiao Can, are you awake?"
She quickly put down the book in her hand and ran over to hold his outstretched hand. "What are you reaching out for?"
Leng Can swallowed his saliva, "Water, drink water..."
"Oh..." Cong Mo seemed to react, went to the table to pour a glass of water, helped him sit up, and handed it to him.
The liquid rolled into his throat, moistening it which had been dry for who knows how long. Leng Can's eyes did not dare to leave her face, almost greedily, "Master did not lie to me, I will really see you when I wake up."
"How long was I unconscious?"
"Three days." Cong Mo blinked, took the porcelain cup, stared at him and asked, "Are you... Leng Can?"
"Of course, who else could it be if not me?" Leng Can was in a very good mood and didn't notice her abnormality. "Xiao Mo, could it be that you were so sleepy that you were confused? How could you not recognize me?"
"I'm not confused, nor do I not know him, I just can't remember everything clearly." Cong Mo scratched his head, "You are the only one I know."
"?"
Leng Can's mouth twitched, "What does this mean?"
The old man sensed that Leng Can had woken up, and hurried over. When he pushed the door open, he saw Leng Can holding Cong Mo's hand and smiling in a somewhat... obscene manner.
He kept asking her, "Do you really only know me? You should only know me? If you don't know me and know someone else, I will be angry! But it doesn't matter, it's okay if you only know me..."
"Leng Can!"
Leng Can shuddered with fear. Seeing the old man coming, he immediately retracted his smile and said, "Master, Master, why are you here?"
The old man pointed at him and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm really going to beat you up!"
"Why beat him up?" Before Leng Can could even open his mouth to beg for mercy, Cong Mo spoke first, "Although what he said was indeed a little wrong, if I truly only remember his words, he should be very important to me."
"It's nothing important." The old man said calmly, "They are just fellow disciples."
"Master, how can you speak like that?" Leng Can was unconvinced. "Xiao Mo and I are childhood sweethearts. We grew up together and we are inseparable."
The old man rolled his eyes at him and sat down beside him. "If you hadn't said that, I wouldn't have belittled you like that."
"I just..." Leng Can curled his lips. He was just excited because he hadn't seen Cong Mo for a long time. Why was he so serious...
The old man shook his head helplessly, raised his palm, and made a seal, "Cong Mo, you go out first, I want to help him heal."
"Can't I be here?"
"You need to take off your clothes."
"So what? It's just a man's body."
An old man said: "..."
"Xiao Mo, go out and wait for me first. I'd be shy if you were here." Leng Can coaxed her softly, "Master will treat me well, don't worry, okay?"
Cong Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Then hurry up."
An old man said: "..."
How can he, as a master, have no dignity at all!
After she left, Leng Can asked, "Master, are you really going to treat me?"
"Of course, I can still lie, right?" The old man placed a seal on his forehead. "Your mental strength is recovering slowly. Although it has mostly recovered, you will still be weak in the coming days and need to rest."
"I'm the original puppet. It's great that I can recover to this state." Leng Can leaned on the bed. "Master, why did Xiaomo lose his memory?"
"She lost too much spiritual energy, and... the backlash from her human body entering the underworld caused her to temporarily lose her memory." The old man withdrew his hand, and the seal disappeared from his palm. "As for when she will remember, that's an unpredictable question."
When Cong Mo woke up that day and saw them, he looked not in surprise but in confusion. They had never seen such an emotion in Cong Mo's eyes before.
The old man immediately realized that something was wrong, "Cong Mo, how do you feel?"
"I..." Cong Mo looked at him and said only one word before falling silent. The confusion in her eyes turned into vigilance. Her gaze circled between the old man Qingyi and Limian, and finally fell on Leng Can in the old man Qingyi's arms. "Who are you? Why did Xiaocan faint? What did you do to him?"
She was in a daze and couldn't remember anything.
Elder Qingyi explained to her how she came to Wuqing Mountain and their identities. "I am your master, Elder Qingyi. He is your senior brother. Li is a sword spirit. As for Lengcan, he came to the immortal mountain at the same time as you and is your junior brother."
He nodded in agreement.
"?" Cong Mo tilted his head, his eyes revealing complete distrust.
"Don't lie to me." She questioned, "You are so young, how can you be called an old man? That's a word for the elderly, and you..."
She pointed at Yu, "And you, how can a sword spirit look so human? With all that white hair, you look more like an old man to me."
"I, I..." He opened his mouth wide and grabbed the end of his hair to show her, "Mine is silver."
"As for Leng Can." She looked at the comatose Leng Can, the distrust in her eyes growing stronger. "It's impossible for him to cultivate the Way of Mercy. Not to mention his extremely poor physical fitness and blank mind, he also has no intention of seeking the Way. If such a person can come to the Immortal Mountain to study, then it seems that this Immortal Mountain is nothing special."
Cang: "..."
An old man said: "..."
They really didn't know whether to be happy or sad that Cong Mo remembered Leng Can.
"We almost got into a fight." The old man felt scared when he thought about it. Someone like Cong Mo didn't need to practice in seclusion, but relied on natural spiritual power and could replenish her spiritual power through sleep. Her body was like an automated village, self-sufficient, and she didn't need to rely on external forces at all. She had unlimited energy. If they really fought head-on, he, as her master, might not be her opponent.
"She hasn't forgotten her skills yet. She knows everything she needs to know."
Leng Can's expression almost broke. Fortunately, Cong Mo remembered him. If he had rushed over again in excitement, he would have torn him to pieces.
"After all, I've been trying to persuade you. I'm willing to wait until you wake up and listen to your explanation."
"Then she..." Leng Can pointed to his head, "Has her love roots recovered?"
"Of course not. It's difficult to cultivate feelings, and she's cut herself off from them many times before. It would be even harder to recover." The old man sighed, "But thankfully she still remembers you. Cong Mo is naturally suspicious, and knowing you can at least dispel her suspicions. You should explain things to her. I guess Cong Mo will have to be left to you for the next few days."
"Me, me?" Leng Can swallowed his saliva. He had just heard that Cong Mo's feelings were difficult to recover from, and before he had even gotten over it, he was pushed into another task. However, compared to the responsibility that fell on his shoulders, what he felt was more excitement.
Xiao Mo, I only know him in this world.
"Shall I take care of Xiaomo?"
"Yes." The old man nodded and said, "I have planned it all. Cong Mo will practice in front of the mountain during the day to recover her body, and then go to the back mountain to recuperate and sleep at night. The spiritual energy in the back mountain is abundant, and if Cong Mo rests there, her spiritual energy will recover faster. There is a house there that has been cleaned up. If the spiritual energy in her bones is restored soon, her memory will naturally return as well. I'm just afraid that she won't want to listen to us, so I asked you to persuade her to go."
Leng Can pursed his lips tightly, trying hard not to laugh out loud, "Master, this..."
"She sleeps there tonight, you come back and sleep." Seeing his expression, the old man raised his hand and grabbed his ear. "If I find out you do anything inappropriate between men and women with her again, I will not forgive you. No one has taught her, Cong Mo knows nothing, and you are not stupid, so don't take advantage of this opportunity to deceive her."
Leng Can covered his ears, not daring to look him in the eye, "I, I definitely won't."
Bullshit!
Leng Can saw that Cong Mo was completely unfamiliar with this place, so when his body subconsciously leaned towards him, he had already forgotten what the old man Qing Yi said.
What? How can Xiaomo be so cute?
"Xiaocan, where are we going?" Cong Mo asked him.
"The back mountain." Leng Can reached down and took her hand. Seeing her looking at him in confusion, he explained, "I'm afraid you don't know the way. I know the way."
"Did you really climb this Wuqing Mountain?" Cong Mo still felt puzzled and asked bluntly, "But you have poor physical strength, average mental ability, and no desire or talent for cultivation. How did you get to this mountain?"
Cong Mo repeated to him what the old man had not said to him.
Leng Can was so upset by what she said that he cried and vomited blood.
Is he really so useless?
"Of course there is a way, and it's a formal way." Leng Can covered his chest. "Although I can't compare to you, I am still very powerful now, okay?"
"Then we can have a sparring match some other day."
Leng Can: “…”
"It's dark now, why are we going to the back mountain?" Cong Mo asked.
"Go to sleep. The spiritual energy in the back mountain is abundant and conducive to recovering spiritual energy." Leng Can turned his head and added, "We can live there together."
"You, and me?"
Before Cong Mo could say anything, Leng Can blushed first, "Well, you and me, two of us."
"…oh."
Hearing her reluctant answer, Leng Can's heart skipped a beat. "You... don't really want to live with me?"
"No." Cong Mo shook his head. "I'm not familiar with this place. I only know you, so I thought I was going to be with you."
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