Faced with Shen Mo's request, Qin Moyu remained silent for a while before speaking:
"What if I say no?"
As expected.
Shen Mo was not surprised by Qin Moyu's rejection. He had already anticipated this outcome when he impulsively said goodbye to Qin Moyu, but his heart still couldn't help but feel a sharp pain and soreness.
He showed no emotion on his face, masking his inner pain with a smile, and cautiously asked, "Then... even if you can't give me another chance, can you please not let me leave?"
Shen Mo was truly afraid that one day Qin Moyu would get annoyed with him and tell him not to show up anymore, then he really wouldn't know what to do.
Shen Mo is probably the only person in the world who would chase someone so humbly and shamelessly. But if being shameless is all it takes to win over Qin Moyu, then Shen Mo would rather be the most shameless person in the world.
Even though the person in front of him was a tall man who was even taller than himself, Qin Moyu inexplicably imagined him as a pitiful little wife. He felt disgusted by his own imagination, but said with a stubborn but soft heart, "We'll talk about it later."
This meant that they wouldn't kick Shen Mo out, and Shen Mo's eyes immediately lit up.
Qin Moyu turned his head away, pretending not to see Shen Mo's pathetic state. He glanced in his master's direction and saw that the imperial physician had finished the examination. He then left in a hurry after saying a few words.
"I'm going with you to the place where our predecessors passed down their knowledge... Don't misunderstand, I just want to see what this inheritance is all about."
In the end, Qin Moyu softened.
Shen Mo was slightly taken aback, staring at Qin Moyu's retreating figure for a long time, unable to speak.
—How can Mo Yu be so cute?
It's so sweet it melts your heart.
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When Qin Moyu talked to Master Xuanjing about this, he certainly wouldn't have mentioned that Shen Mo had "sneaked" a kiss on him. He only briefly mentioned the twists and turns of Shen Mo and Shen Yebai's fusion, and he glossed over Shen Mo's confession, since he didn't understand what his feelings for Shen Mo were at the moment.
After Qin Moyu processed the cause and course of events, Master Xuanjing unsurprisingly focused his attention on the integration and Xiang Mei's inheritance.
Master Xuanjing was confused by the fusion of the divided soul and the original body, and asked with a frown, "So is he Shen Yebai or Shen Mo now?"
"I don't know either." Qin Moyu answered honestly, her fingers unconsciously touching her lips, as if she could still feel that heart-stirring warmth, and her ears turned red again, "But he really seems to be... quite good to me."
Whether it was Shen Mo or Shen Yebai, apart from Shen Mo using Qin Moyu once, they were both incredibly kind to Qin Moyu.
Master Xuanjing looked at Qin Moyu seriously and said with a wary expression, "You brat, don't give up just because someone is nice to you. What did I teach you before?"
Seeing that Master Xuanjing was about to launch into another long lecture, Qin Moyu quickly stopped him: "I know what I'm doing, Master, don't worry. Uh, in short, I won't suffer any losses."
At least for now, Qin Moyu felt that she could completely control Shen Mo—provided that the other party didn't act like a scoundrel.
"Are you really confident?" Master Xuanjing looked at Qin Moyu suspiciously, feeling that it was hard to believe.
Qin Moyu nodded repeatedly, her face upright: "Please rest assured and let me go."
To be honest, Qin Moyu really wanted to see how this "fellow villager" carried on his legacy; perhaps there would be some unexpected surprises.
Qin Moyu had not forgotten the grudge of almost killing Master Xuanjing.
"Going isn't out of the question," Master Xuanjing muttered.
Actually, he still wanted Qin Moyu to go. After all, following Shen Mo meant no danger to his life and he could broaden his horizons. Even if he didn't get Xiang Mei's array inheritance, he believed there would be other good things. Usually, such inheritances would replay some good treasures left for future disciples. Shen Mo wouldn't be so embarrassed to compete with Qin Moyu for them, would he?
Seeing that things were going well, Qin Moyu persuaded Xuanjing Zhenren with great effort and finally convinced him to let him go while he recuperated here.
Perhaps feeling satisfied with just a kiss today, or perhaps afraid of making Qin Moyu regret her actions, Shen Mo didn't appear in front of them again today. Xuan Jing Zhenren felt incredibly pleased. Soon it was the next day, and no matter how much Xuan Jing Zhenren disliked Shen Mo, Shen Mo was determined to take Qin Moyu away.
Before parting, Master Xuanjing couldn't help but say a few more words to Qin Moyu.
"If there's danger, remember to be quick and run," Master Xuanjing said sullenly. If he hadn't been seriously injured and going would only be a burden to the two of them, he would have gone with them long ago.
"That's a must! If you can't beat someone, run away. You're the one who taught me that." Qin Moyu chuckled.
"You brat." Master Xuanjing pinched Qin Moyu's cheek, and seeing the other's grimacing expression, he felt much better and let go with a soft snort.
He glanced at Shen Mo, who was waiting for someone not far away, and said through gritted teeth, "Besides the danger, don't get too close to that guy."
It's exactly like an old father being taken advantage of by a young girl.
Qin Moyu gave a noncommittal "hmm," pretending not to notice Shen Mo's gaze on him, and smiled as he bid farewell to Master Xuanjing.
Shen Mo took Qin Moyu and flew away on their swords, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Once he could no longer see anyone, Xuanjing Zhenren returned to his cultivation in a menacing manner.
He wanted to prove to his brat that he was really alright; he refused to believe he wouldn't recover before Qin Moyu returned.
Chapter 70. Greed and Anger: Where is there any scenery more beautiful than Shen Mo's? ...
West Continent.
In a remote forest, a group of people dressed in white and wearing identical straw hats seemed to be searching for something.
"Still haven't found it?" a man in a straw hat asked in a deep voice, his voice hoarse but his exposed hands revealing a youthful figure.
The person kneeling in front of him lowered his head and dared not speak.
"Useless!" The man in the straw hat kicked the man hard.