The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

The sounds of insects chirping were everywhere. Zhao Wenting looked up at the sky. Through the layers of leaves blocking his view, he could only tell that tonight was a moonlit night, but he could not see clearly whether the moon was round or not.

"Ahem—!"

Mo Mo, who was wearing a cloak, woke up at some point. She stood outside the tent door and coughed twice with pale lips.

"Why did you get up? Is it because the wound is hurting again?" Zhao Wenting frowned and walked forward to ask her.

She shook her head, surprised at his concern at the moment.

"Let's go. Now that you're awake, it's time to change the dressing on your wound." Zhao Wenting turned and walked towards her and Liang Chuxin's tent.

"Master, um... I'm awake now and can change the medicine myself." Mo Mo called him.

He was the one who changed her medicine before, when she was still in a coma and had a high fever.

[The wound is below the collarbone, so it shouldn't be difficult to apply the medicine in front of the mirror. It's better than asking him to do it for me.]

Mo Mo thought so in his heart.

"Okay." Zhao Wenting still said expressionlessly. Thinking of something, he added, "Liang Chuxin and your brother went out to chase the shadow. They will be back later."

"Ok."

She had been a little sleepy these days as she was recuperating from her injuries. In fact, Mo Mo didn't see Liang Chuxin after she woke up. In addition, she saw Zhao Wenting outside the tent, so she had already guessed what had happened.

Zhao Wenting looked at Mo Mo leaving alone and returning to the tent, his eyes calm and clear.

[Why do I feel a little lost in my heart? With my current ability, can I really give her complete happiness? I know clearly that I still have that very important goal to achieve. ]

The bitter taste stuck in his chest and could not be dissipated for a long time...

After taking the medicine, Mo Mo was not sleepy at all, but his mind became clearer.

She saw a light in the makeshift pavilion, so she walked out of the tent to take a look.

She saw him writing and drawing on the manuscript paper very seriously, then tearing it up and writing again. His expression was calm, but he exuded a spirit of not giving up.

She stood there, quietly watching him working hard under the night light; this was the first time she stared at him working so seriously, and she actually found him cute!

Zhao Wenting's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head abruptly, his cold eyes instantly shooting at Mo Mo. After seeing that it was Mo Mo, the coldness in his eyes instantly dissipated.

Mo Mo was stunned at first, then felt embarrassed and avoided his gaze, pretending to walk towards the pavilion naturally.

"Master, what are you researching?" She suppressed her inner discomfort and pretended to be relaxed and contented, her voice sweet.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about the connection between the Rift Abyss and Cenlin Mountain. It might be related to a picture book I read when I was a child, but I don't remember much of the content."

After listening to him finish his general impression, Mo Mo looked at him with a somewhat annoyed look, then sat down on a simple wooden chair beside him and said, "If I had seen it, maybe I would have remembered it."

Zhao Wenting's brain seemed to be awakened by Mo Mo's sudden words, and he turned to look at her in surprise.

"Indeed! You have a photographic memory. If you can break through the upper third level as soon as possible, you can enter the Wenyuan Pavilion of the Ability Bureau." But when he thought of Mo Mo's current "lower third level of the lower first level of the spiritual level", the hope in his eyes gradually disappeared. After all, it was so difficult for him to go further to the "upper third level" with his "middle third level-middle second level" spiritual power.

"Oh, I'll try my best." Mo Mo also heard that this matter was not that simple. After all, she was only at the third level of spiritual rank. She still asked, "Then Master, do you remember the title of this book?"

"It seems to be called... "Shen's Five-edged Mysterious Array Record Book"

Mo Mo nodded after listening to him. Although she did not make any verbal promises, she secretly took note of the place and book he mentioned.

[Next time you go in, be sure to look for it. ]

"Master, have you been to these places before? You always seem to treat everything in a very calm and composed manner." Mo Mo asked, tilting his head.

"No, but I have been training outside with my colleagues in the war preparation department since I was a child, so I may have a lot of experience." Zhao Wenting said without raising his head, and continued to draw the manuscript based on the vague memory in his mind.

"Master, have you bandaged your colleagues before? I feel that your bandaging technique is better than mine, and you are very skilled." Mo Mo thought of the clumsy technique when he bandaged herself just now, and she even doubted whether Zhao Wenting had studied medicine.

"No, I was often injured when I was training outside when I was a kid, and I treated most of the wounds myself."

"Why are there so many questions today?" Zhao Wenting stopped what he was doing and asked Mo Mo.

Meeting his gaze, Mo Mo saw the beautiful starlight reflected by the light in his dark eyes and was stunned for a moment.

"It's okay. I'm not that sleepy. I just wanted to chat with you." Mo Mo's eyes gradually moved downward, from his tall nose to his thin lips with beautiful contours, and then to his delicate face. Her curled eyelashes trembled vaguely.

[The man in front of me is the man who took my first kiss... No, no, this man is my master, Mo Mo, what are you doing! ? ]

"We still need to travel tomorrow, so you'd better take a rest now." Zhao Wenting stood up and put his coat on her, then returned to his seat and pretended to continue painting.

"Oh, then Master should rest early. Good night." Mo Mo got up and left.

Mo Mo felt that he treated her differently from others, but at the same time she could also feel that he was deliberately distant.

Mo Mo, lying in the tent, had an indescribable feeling in her heart: in addition to the Yan family, she didn't know when there was another person she wanted to protect, and that was her "beautiful" master whose thoughts were always unpredictable.

[He doesn't seem to be the cold-blooded, profit-seeking villain that outsiders say. Maybe it's because I'm his only disciple, so the treatment I receive is a little different?]

Mo Mo didn't know when he fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were melodious bird calls in the woods. The air had no scent of flowers, but it had the fragrance of green grass.

The moisture seemed to have quietly condensed into crystal dewdrops at night, condensing on the leaves, grass and land. Although it didn't rain last night, it gave people a feeling that everything was wet.

"You're awake." Zhao Wenting saw Mo Mo eating compressed biscuits in the pavilion and brought her a cup of instant coffee.

"Yes," Mo Mo nodded at him, then suddenly stood up like a good kid and apologized earnestly: "Master, I was ignorant before and caused you a lot of trouble (although I still don't understand most of the things), I won't do that again in the future. I will treat you as a respected elder and be obedient in the future."

After hearing what she said, Zhao Wenting felt confused, but he didn't say anything.

"Brother Amu and Liang Chuxin haven't come back yet? How about we go look for them after dinner? I'm worried that they might be in danger." Mo Mo looked at Zhao Wenting cautiously. No emotion could be seen on his cold face.

"Okay." Zhao Wenting drank the coffee in his hand with a calm look in his eyes.