He was afraid that Baili Xiao would forget him, and even Mo Lao would forget him.

Although he does not have many relatives, everyone is very important to him.

"Teacher, you said you will not remember me one day," Chu Yang asked, standing outside the window, looking at the dark sky.

"No, since the forgotten person can leave this vulva, it means that he has a way to strip the **** from his body," Mo Lao comforted: "There must be a way, but we have not found it yet, don't you worry."

Chu Yang nodded, but his sorrow became more apparent.

Early in the morning of the next day, Chu Yang got up early and walked to the painting palace after washing. He wanted to see if he could get into the painting palace with the crowd.

At this time, the western part of Ziyang City was almost occupied by dense crowds. Chu Yang came to the bottom of the painting palace and looked at the somewhat unreal palace, but his face was embarrassed.

Because at the entrance of the painting palace, the three old men of the Sacred Vessel are guarding on both sides.

As the large troops walked into the painting palace, no one could escape their eyes.

"Teacher, what should I do?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.

"This painting palace can't go in, lost some chance is small, if they are found, the three powerful saints, you have no hope of escape," Mo Lao replied helplessly.

"Then shall we leave like this?" Chu Yang asked unwillingly.

"Forget it, chance is not necessary, life is important," Mo Lao replied.

Chu Yang nodded helplessly, while everyone rushed towards the painting palace, he silently retreated.

As the entire disciples of Ziyang City entered the painting palace, the originally lively city was suddenly deserted.

Chu Yang walked to some empty street, only to feel that everything was not going well, the hidden danger of forgetting the dust beads in the body had not been resolved, and the hard work to paint the palace was in vain.

"This son, do you want to see my collections?" Chu Yang was planning to leave Ziyang City, and was suddenly caught by a peddler selling goods on the side of the street.

The hawker smiled and said, "My items exorcise evil and avoid misfortune, and Xiangfu changes his luck. I think the young man sighs. I must have encountered something unsatisfactory. How about buying one to change my luck?

"Sorry, no need," Chu Yang shook his head and glanced at the stall next to him.

This stall is full of weird items, including statues of deer heads, eight-clawed monsters, and many items that Chuyang has not seen.

He glanced at random, and found that these are some ordinary ceramics, which are deliberately deceptive at first glance.

He was about to take back his gaze, but Chu Yang caught the attention of a book in the stall.

Under Chu Yang's perception, this is an ordinary book, but somehow, when his eyes swept over the book, he felt a kind of intimacy in his heart, and even the forgetful beads in the body would tremble.

"Son, these are my collections for decades. Maybe there are some good things in them," the hawker looked at Chu Yang and quickly introduced: "Someone bought a dust-proof jar from me before and opened one. Look, it's filled with a jar full of bloodstones.

If you do n't believe you can ask these people around you, there are risks, but you can also pick up leaks. "

"Mr. Chen, you are cheating these new little dolls again," a man next to him saw this scene, laughing and jokingly.

"Old Wu, you're less blood-spitting," Chen Laosan's face changed, quickly arguing: "Isn't it true that the man was picking up leaking bloodstones with me before?"

"It's true, but you, Mr. Chen, have been in business for decades, and they were picked up once." This probability is too low, "Hanzi said with a smile.

"That's because they don't have Fuyuan, this little brother is different from ordinary people at first glance, and will definitely gain something," Chen Laosan said with a hum.

Chu Yang squatted in front of the hawker's booth, picked up some strangely shaped ceramics and looked at them.

Although his goal was that book, he knew that he could not be too obvious, so as not to raise the price on the spot.

"How can I sell this?" Chu Yang asked, pointing at the monster with the deer head in his hand.

"Little brother, you really have eyesight," Chen Lao San smiled and quickly replied: "This statue has some legends.

It is said that in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there lived some races of orcs, and they used the appearance of their ancestors as tribal totems.

I got this statue in 100,000 mountains, maybe it has something to do with the inheritance of Orcs.

Price, ten thousand pieces of spirit crystal. "

"Do you think I am like a fool?" Chu Yang asked with a slight smile.

Chen Laosan smiled a few times, and then said: "Of course, this price may be a bit artificially high.

I will also give you a real price, a thousand spirit crystals, if you bargain again, it is justified. "

"I will give you two hundred pieces of spirit crystals. How about picking two items from you?" Chu Yang said with a smile.

He can see that this ceramic was cast by the hawker himself, and it is not worth a few dollars at all.

"Add some more, it's not easy for us, it's all a small business," Chen Lao San said with a smile.

"That's good ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ I will give you two hundred and fifty spirit crystals. I won't do it if I can't do it," Chu Yang took the spirit crystal from the Najie and handed it to Chen Lao San.

He first took the statue of the deer head in his hand, and originally planned to take another statue of the eight-claw monster.

After thinking for a while, Chu Yang shook his head and said softly: "Your statue looks quite new, it seems that it was not long after it was released, I still take some insurance."

Aside, Mr. Chen smiled awkwardly. Some of the items in his stall were bought by him at a low price, and some items were fired by himself.

Actually, the cost did not exceed ten spirit crystals at all.

Chu Yang thought about it, or took away the yellow book beside him.

Looking at the back of Chu Yang leaving, Chen Laosan hummed the song 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 his palm, the forgetful bead of the body shook even more.

Chu Yang turned the contents of the book over and found that this is an ordinary vernacular novel, and the plot of the story is also not nutritious.

After reading it several times in a row, without any clue, Chu Yang suddenly felt that there was something in the cover of this book.

The interlayer of the book was a little thick. He cut the interlayer with a sword and found that there was a piece of paper hidden inside.

Chu Yang can be sure that the thing that makes the dust bead tremble in his body is this paper.

When he took the paper in his hand, the forgetful dust beads in his body suddenly emitted a warm current.

The warm current was not under his control, and even flew out of the body directly, and merged with the paper.

In an instant, the paper gave off a thousand rays of light and merged into the warm current, and flew into Chu Yang's body again.