The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Chu Mo gently carried her to the thatched mat and covered her with a thin blanket.

Under the moonlight, the little fox's sleeping face was pure and innocent, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. He reached out to smooth her slightly furrowed brow, but stopped just before touching her, afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

Outside the window, the glow of evening primrose enveloped the bitter bamboo, swaying gently in the night breeze. Chu Mo looked at the gradually fading black energy in his palm and suddenly felt that this dilapidated thatched cottage was more like a home than the cave he once lived in.

Before the morning dew has risen, a hazy mist fills the bitter bamboo forest.

Chu Mo stood on the bluestone, looking at the little fox chasing butterflies, and suddenly asked: "What are your plans for the future?"

The little fox suddenly stopped and transformed into a little girl, stepping barefoot on the dewy grass. She tilted her head and said without hesitation, "Follow the senior! Mother said that once we find the man in white, we must follow him."

Chu Mo's fingertips trembled slightly. During this time together, this sentence was like a thorn, always piercing his heart.

He should have told the truth long ago, but he always remained silent when he saw those clear eyes.

"The man in white your mother mentioned..." He paused, "maybe it's someone else."

The little fox came running over, its furry ears trembling: "But Senior is wearing white clothes!" She suddenly changed back to her original form, grabbed the corner of Chu Mo's clothes and dragged him deep into the bamboo forest, "Come quickly! I found something good!"

Chu Mo followed her to an ancient cypress tree, and saw several crooked claw marks carved on the trunk, forming a crude fox head.

"This is my mark!" the little fox proudly raised his tail. "From now on, this is our territory!"

The sunlight penetrated the morning mist, gilding her fiery red hair.

Chu Mo looked at the immature mark and suddenly realized that for this little fox, "recognizing the wrong person" was no longer a big deal. In her simple world, what she recognized was the truth.

"Do you want to learn some martial arts?" Chu Mo suddenly asked.

The little fox was stunned, and the pine cone in her mouth fell to the ground with a "plop". Foxes are naturally psychic, so she certainly understood the meaning of the practice. Her amber eyes instantly brightened like the morning star: "Is it okay?"

"The fox tribe is good at illusions." Chu Mo broke off a bamboo branch and said, "I'll teach you 'Shapeshifting' first."

In the days that followed, there were always two figures, one large and one small, in front of the dilapidated hut. Chu Mo taught the little fox very strictly, and the little fox didn't cry out in pain even when blisters formed on its front paws.

Whenever she successfully conjured up a phantom, she would excitedly throw herself into Chu Mo's arms, her tail covered in grass debris sweeping across his frosted clothes.

"That's not right." Chu Mo frowned that day, "You are always in a hurry to change into human form, but you have lost the true nature of the fox clan." He rarely demonstrated the hand gestures, and his body flashed and turned into a giant snow-white fox, with nine phantoms looming behind him.

Even though Chu Mo's cultivation level has declined significantly now, he can still perform simple illusions with ease.

The little fox was stunned.

This is the true fox illusion—not a poor imitation, but the true nature brought to its fullest.

"Senior..." she asked in a low voice, "Do you know my mother?"

Because his mother once taught him illusion, and he once transformed into a powerful nine-tailed white fox.

The nine-tailed white fox is the noblest and most powerful fox in Qingqiu.

Chu Mo returned to his human form and thought for a while, "Your mother is very powerful." This is all he said in the end.

The little fox seemed to understand something and suddenly jumped onto Chu Mo's knees: "Then senior, can you teach me to become more powerful? I want to be as powerful as my mother!"

Chu Mo looked at her determined eyes and suddenly understood why he had been reluctant to speak out - in this child's heart, he was no longer just "the man in white as her mother mentioned", but a teacher whom she was truly willing to entrust and trust.

"Get up at Yin time tomorrow." He flicked the little fox's nose. "First, learn the fox tribe's steps."

Late at night, Chu Mo sat alone in front of the window.

In the moonlight, the evening primrose had grown to half a foot tall, and the dewdrops on the leaves shimmered faintly. The little fox curled up on the straw mat and slept soundly, holding the small wooden sword he used for training in his arms - he had carved it from a bitter bamboo branch.

In the star map cast by the bronze lamp, the Big Dipper is particularly bright.

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The dew at the hour of Yin condensed on the tips of the bamboo leaves, about to fall.

Chu Mo was standing quietly in the courtyard, regulating his breathing, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know it was the little fox creeping closer. After three months of living together day and night, he was already familiar with her every step.

"Senior!" A pair of cold little hands suddenly covered his eyes, "Guess what I picked?"

Chu Mo's lips curled up slightly. Ever since the day he decided to teach, the little fox had been exceptionally diligent, arriving at 3:00 PM daily. But his childish nature remained unchanged, and he always loved playing these tricks.

"Dogwood." He paused deliberately. "Still wet with night dew."

The little fox let go of his hand and jumped in front of him, its fiery red tail looking like a dancing flame in the morning light.

She opened her palms, and a few bright red fruits lay on the silk handkerchief, with fine water droplets condensed on the peels.

"I'm using this to make medicine for you, Senior!" She held up the fruit like a treasure. "I've searched all over the back mountain, and this tree has the sweetest fruit!"

Chu Mo took the fruit and felt the newly scratched mark on her palm with his fingertips. This little fellow must have taken another risk climbing the cliff. He sighed softly and pulled out a celadon bottle from his sleeve. "Reach out your hand."

The little fox obediently stretched out her claws. When the powder was sprinkled on the wound, her ears trembled with pain, but she bit her lip and said nothing. It was not until Chu Mo tied a beautiful knot with a silk handkerchief that she whispered, "Senior, are you still practicing today's homework?"

"Practice." Chu Mo pointed to the bitter bamboo forest, "First, circle around the bamboo a hundred times, quickly and gently."

The little fox cheered and rushed into the bamboo forest, its fiery red figure appearing and disappearing among the green bamboos. Chu Mo watched her nimble steps, a hint of relief in his eyes. The little one who stumbled and fell three months ago was now able to step on leaves without leaving a mark.

After the morning class, the little fox ran back, drenched in sweat, only to find a bowl of steaming almond milk on the stone table. This was Chu Mo's brew of wild almonds from the mountain behind, with honey added, specifically to replenish her energy.

"Senior, you're the best!" She rushed to the table, suddenly remembered something, and took out a bamboo tube from her bosom, "This is mountain spring water! I went to Lingquan specifically to get it!"

Chu Mo took the bamboo tube, and the water surface reflected the long-lost softness between his brows.

Once upon a time, he thought that being poisoned and abandoned by his fellow disciples had frozen all his emotions.

But this little fox was like a wildfire, slowly melting the ice in his heart.

A sudden rain came in the afternoon and the thatched hut leaked badly.