He was afraid that Bailixiao would forget him, and eventually even Mo Lao would forget him.
Although he doesn't have many relatives, everyone means a lot to him.
"Teacher, do you think there will be a day when you won't remember me," Chu Yang asked while standing outside the window, looking at the gradually darkening sky.
"No, since the Daoist can keep this Yin bead, it means that he has a way to deprive the Yin bead from his body," Mo Lao comforted, "There must be a way, but we haven't found it yet, don't worry about it." Worry."
Chu Yang nodded, but the sadness on his face became more and more obvious.
... ...
Early the next morning, Chu Yang got up early and walked towards the Painting Palace after washing up. He wanted to see if he could follow the crowd into the Painting Palace.
At this moment, the western area of Ziyang City was almost occupied by dense crowds of people. Chu Yang came to the bottom of the Painting Palace and looked at the somewhat unreal palace, but his face became embarrassed.
Because at the entrance of the painting palace, three old people in the holy vein state stood guard on both sides.
As the large army walked towards the painting palace, no one could escape their eyes.
"Teacher, what should we do?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.
"You can't enter this painting palace, and it's a small loss to lose some chances. If they find out, you don't have the slightest hope of escaping from the three powerhouses of the holy vein," Mo Lao replied helplessly.
"Then shall we leave like this?" Chu Yang asked unwillingly.
"Forget it, chances don't matter, life is what matters," Mo Lao replied.
Chu Yang nodded helplessly, and retreated silently while everyone was rushing towards the painting palace.
As the disciples of the entire Ziyang City entered the painting palace, the bustling city instantly became deserted.
When Chu Yang walked to the somewhat empty street, he felt that everything was not going well, the hidden danger of the forgetful dust beads in his body had not been resolved, and all the hard work to come to the painting palace was in vain.
"Young master, would you like to take a look at my collection?" Chu Yang was about to leave Ziyang City when he was suddenly stopped by a peddler on the side of the street.
The peddler said with a smile: "These items of mine drive away evil spirits and avoid misfortune, good luck and good luck. I think you must have encountered something bad. How about buying one to change your luck?"
"Sorry, no need," Chu Yang shook his head, and glanced at the stall next to him.
The stall was full of strange items, including statues with deer heads and human bodies, monsters with eight claws, and many items that Chu Yang had never seen before.
He casually took a few glances, and found that they were all ordinary ceramics, and they were deliberately deceiving at first glance.
He was about to look away, but a book on the stall caught Chu Yang's attention.
According to Chu Yang's perception, this is an ordinary book, but for some reason, when his eyes glanced over this book, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and even the Wangchen Bead in his body trembled.
"My lord, these are all my collections for decades, maybe there are some good things in them," the peddler looked at Chu Yang, and quickly introduced: "Someone bought a dusty jar from me before, opened a Look, it's filled with a jar full of blood dust stones.
If you don’t believe me, you can ask these people around you. It’s risky, but you can also pick up leaks. "
"Mr. Chen, you're lying to these new kids again," a man next to him joked with a smile when he saw this scene.
"Old Wu, you don't want to spout blood." Chen Laosan's face changed, and he quickly argued: "Isn't it true that that person was picking up dusty bloodstones at my place?"
"It's true, but you, Mr. Chen, have been in business for decades, and you were missed once." The probability is too low," the man said with a smile.
"That's because they don't have a source of blessing. This little brother is different from ordinary people at first glance, and he will definitely gain something," Chen Laosan said with a cold snort.
Chu Yang squatted in front of the hawker's stall, and casually picked up some strangely shaped ceramics to look at.
Although his goal was the book, he knew he couldn't make it too obvious, lest the peddler raise the price on the spot.
"How do you sell this?" Chu Yang asked, pointing to the monster with a deer head and a human body in his hand.
"Little brother, you really have eyesight," Chen Laosan smiled, and quickly replied: "There are some legends about this statue.
It is said that in the depths of Shiwanda Mountain, there lived some half-orc races, who took the appearance of their ancestors as the totem of the tribe.
I got this statue in Shiwan Dashan, maybe it has something to do with the inheritance of the half-beast clan.
Buy it now, 10,000 spirit crystals. "
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Chu Yang raised his head and asked with a faint smile.
Chen Laosan laughed a few times, and then said: "Of course, this price may be a bit inflated, after all, there is no confirmation.
I'll also give you a real price, one thousand spirit crystals, if you make a counter-offer, you won't be able to justify it. "
"How about I give you two hundred spirit crystals and pick two items from you?" Chu Yang said with a smile.
He could tell that the ceramic was cast by the peddler himself, and it was not worth much at all.
"Let's add some more, it's not easy for us, it's all a small business," Chen Laosan said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll give you two hundred and fifty spirit crystals. If it doesn't work, I don't want it anymore." Chu Yang took out the spirit crystal from the ring and handed it to Chen Laosan.
He first took the statue of a deer head and a human body in his hand, and was planning to take another statue of an octopus monster.
But after thinking for a while, Chu Yang shook his head and said softly: "Your statue looks quite new. It seems that it has not been out of the oven for a long time. I'd better take something else to be on the safe side."
Chen Laosan on the side smiled awkwardly. Some of the items on his stall were bought at a low price, and some items were baked by himself.
In fact, the cost did not exceed ten spirit crystals at all.
After thinking about it, Chu Yang still took the yellow leather book next to him.
Seeing the back of Chu Yang leaving, Chen Laosan hummed a ditty happily.
... ...
After returning to the inn, Chu Yang threw the statue aside and quickly took out the yellow book.
When he held the book in the palm of his hand, the forgetful bead in his body trembled even more.
Chu Yang flipped through the contents of the book, and found that it was an ordinary vernacular book, and the plot of the story was not nutritious.
After reading it several times in a row, but still having no clue, Chu Yang suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in the interlayer of the book cover.
The interlayer of the book was a bit thick. He cut through the interlayer with a sword and found a piece of paper hidden inside.
Chu Yang was sure that the thing that made the Wang Chenzhu in his body tremble was this piece of paper.
When he took the paper in his hand, the Wangchen beads in his body suddenly emitted a warm current.
The warm current was out of his control, and flew out of the body directly, merging with the piece of paper.
In an instant, the paper emitted ten thousand rays of light and merged into the warm current, and flew into Chu Yang's body again.