He was afraid that Baili Xiao would forget him, and eventually even Mr. Mo would forget him.
Although he doesn't have many relatives, everyone is very important to him.
"Teacher, do you think there will be a day when you won't remember me either," Chu Yang asked while standing outside the window, looking at the darkening sky.
"No, since the Forgotten Man can keep this Yin Bead, it means that he has a way to deprive the Yin Bead from his body," Mr. Mo comforted: "There must be a way, but we haven't found it yet, so don't
Worry."
Chu Yang nodded, but the sadness on his face became more and more obvious.
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Early the next morning, Chu Yang got up early, washed up and walked towards the painting palace. He wanted to see if he could follow the crowd and sneak into the painting palace.
At this time, the western area of Ziyang City was almost occupied and blocked by a dense crowd 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 men in the Holy Pulse Realm were guarding both sides.
As the large army moved towards the painting palace, no one could escape their eyes.
"Teacher, what should I do?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.
"You can't enter this painting palace. It's a small chance to lose some opportunities. If you are discovered by three strong men in the Holy Pulse Realm, you have no hope of escaping," Mr. Mo replied helplessly.
"Then let's leave like this?" Chu Yang asked unwillingly.
"Forget it, opportunities don't matter, life is important," Mr. Mo replied.
Chu Yang nodded helplessly, and while everyone was rushing towards the painting palace, he silently withdrew.
As the entire Ziyang City disciples entered the painting palace, the originally bustling city suddenly became much deserted.
Chu Yang walked to the somewhat empty street, only to feel that everything was not going well. The hidden danger of the Forgetting Pearl in the body had not yet been solved, and all the hard work of painting the palace was in vain.
"Master, would you like to take a look at these collections of mine?" Chu Yang was about to leave Ziyang City when he was suddenly stopped by a vendor selling items on the side of the street.
The hawker smiled and said: "These items of mine can ward off evil spirits and avoid misfortunes, and can bring good fortune and change your luck. I see the young master sighing. Something bad must have happened to him. How about buying one to change your luck?"
"Sorry, no need," Chu Yang shook his head and glanced at the stall next to him.
This stall is full of strange items, including statues with deer heads and human bodies, monsters with eight claws, and many items that Chu Yang has never seen before.
He took a few random glances and found that they were all ordinary ceramics, and they were deliberately deceptive at first glance.
He was about to look away, but a book on the stall caught Chu Yang's attention.
In Chu Yang's perception, this was just an ordinary book, but for some reason, when his eyes glanced at this book, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and even the Wangchen Pearl in his body trembled.
"Sir, these have been my collection for decades. Maybe there are some good things in them," the vendor looked at Chu Yang and introduced quickly: "Someone bought a dusty jar from me before and opened it.
Look, there's a jar full of dust and blood stones inside.
If you don’t believe me, you can ask the people around you. It’s risky, but you can still find out.”
"Chen Laosan, you are lying to these new little babies again," a man next to him saw this scene and joked with a smile.
"Old Wu, why don't you slander others?" Chen Laosan's expression changed and he quickly argued: "Isn't it true that the man picked up dusty blood stones from my place before?"
"It's true, but you, Chen Laosan, have been in business for decades and have been picked up once. "This probability is too low," the man said with a smile.
"That's because they have no source of blessings. 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 vendor's stall, picked up a few strange-looking ceramics and looked at them.
Although his target was the book, he knew he couldn't make it too obvious, lest the vendor raise the price on the spot.
"How do you sell this?" Chu Yang asked, pointing to the monster with a deer head and body in his hand.
"Little brother, you are really discerning," Chen Laosan smiled and quickly replied: "There are some legends about this statue.
It is said that deep in the Shiwanda Mountains, there live a race of orcs who regard the appearance of their ancestors as the totem of their tribe.
I got this statue in Shiwanda Mountain, maybe it has something to do with the inheritance of the Orcs.
The fixed price is 10,000 pieces of spiritual crystal."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Chu Yang raised his head and asked with a smile.
Chen Laosan laughed a few times, and then said: "Of course, this price may be a bit high, after all, it has not been confirmed.
I will also give you a sincere price, one thousand spiritual crystals, if you continue to bargain, you won’t be able to justify it.”
"How about I give you two hundred spiritual crystals and pick two items for you?" Chu Yang said with a smile.
He could tell that the ceramic was made by the vendor himself and was not worth much at all.
"Let's add some more. It's not easy for us either. We are all small businesses," Chen Laosan said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll give you two hundred and fifty pieces of spiritual crystal. If it doesn't work, I won't take it anymore." Chu Yang took out the spiritual crystal from the ring and handed it to Chen Laosan.
He first took the statue of a deer with a head and human body in his hand, and was originally going to take another statue of an eight-clawed monster.
But after thinking for a while, Chu Yang shook his head and said softly: "This statue of yours looks quite new. It seems to have been made not long ago. I'd better get another one to be safer."
Chen Laosan on the side smiled awkwardly. Some of the things on his stall were bought at low prices, and some were baked by himself.
In fact, the cost did not exceed ten spiritual crystals at all.
Chu Yang thought for a while and took away the yellow-covered book next to him.
Watching Chu Yang leave, Chen Laosan hummed a tune happily.
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After returning to the inn, Chu Yang threw the statue aside and quickly took out the yellow-covered book.
When he held the book in his hands, the forgetful beads in his body trembled even more.
Chu Yang flipped through the contents of the book and found that it was just an ordinary vernacular novel, and the plot of the story was completely meaningless.
After reading it several times without any clue, Chu Yang suddenly felt that there seemed to be something inside the cover of the book.
The interlayer of the book was a little thick, so he used his sword to cut through the interlayer and found that there was a piece of paper hidden inside.
Chu Yang was certain that the thing that made the Wangchen Pearl tremble in his body was this piece of paper.
When he took the paper into his hand, the Wangchen Pearl in his body suddenly emitted a warm current.
The warm current was beyond his control and flew directly out of the body and merged with the paper.
In an instant, the paper emitted thousands of rays of light, merged into the warm current, and flew into Chu Yang's body again.
