Traveling around the world, I have a sign-in system

Mo Xiaoye reached out and touched the bald head, thoughtfully. He had been soaking in Tianchi for so long, with such rich spiritual energy, why hadn't his hair grown?

"I wonder if Master can help my hair grow again?"

Thinking of this, she secretly opened the door a crack and looked out, but saw that there was no one there.

She turned into a stream of light and flew towards the front yard. Emperor Donghua was sitting there with a book in his hand, reading quietly, and Siming was pouring tea for him.

"What are you doing outside like an idiot? Come in!" The cold voice of Emperor Donghua reached Mo Xiaoye's ears.

She hesitated, and was somewhat hesitant to go in. Siming put his right hand to his lips, as if he was smiling.

Then he felt a cold breath coming towards him. Siming quickly looked up to meet the warning eyes of Emperor Donghua, then he straightened his expression and looked in another direction as if nothing had happened.

Mo Xiaoye hesitated for a while and finally walked in, covering her bald head with her hands. She wanted to cry: "Master, Master, please help me, save my hair!" She glanced at Siming secretly, as if to see if he was looking at her.

The corners of Emperor Donghua's mouth curled up slightly, and then quickly lowered. Looking at her pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear to look at her.

"If you just cut your hair like this, you can use magic to make it grow again, but your hair was struck by lightning, so you can only wait for time to let it grow back on its own. Hmm, how should I put it?

There should be a thin layer of the power of the law of thunder and lightning on your scalp. Not only on your head, but there is a trace of the power of the law of thunder and lightning all over your body.

What you should do now is to practice in seclusion and comprehend the rare power of the lightning thread law." His tone was flat, as if he was not amused by seeing the disciple in front of him suddenly become bald.

When Mo Xiaoye heard this, she had no choice but to rely on herself. She was a little dejected and was about to go back to her room. Perhaps seeing her hopeless look, Emperor Donghua waved his hand and a jade slip flew to her: "Don't say that your master doesn't love you. This is some of your insights into the law of thunder. Take it back. You can use it during your retreat. You know how to use it, right?"

Mo Xiaoye's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hands to take the jade slip: "Thank you, Master. I knew you were the best." Her tone was brisk and she completely forgot about Gong E who was walking outside and rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Pfft haha..."

Siming couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter, but the laughter was only halfway stopped when he was locked in by a murderous aura.

There was a look in Emperor Donghua's eyes that said, "If you dare to laugh again, I'll show you how I'm going to deal with you."

However, Mo Xiaoye knew nothing about all this. After returning to his room, he opened the barrier and entered the space directly. He sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed and placed the jade slip on his forehead.

She didn't even dare to call the system now, for fear that the system would laugh at her.

When the cool touch touched her forehead, a powerful message flooded into her mind. She gradually immersed herself in cultivation. She leaned back and lay directly on the ice bed. Her breathing gradually became even.

Time passed quickly, and when Mo Xiaoye woke up from his practice, his soft hair had grown out, but it was only shoulder-length.

She wanted to go see Grandma and Mo Xiaoya, and with a thought she instantly appeared beside Grandma Mo.

I saw Grandma Mo sitting cross-legged on the bed, immersed in deep cultivation. Her cultivation had already surpassed the out-of-body stage and was in the middle stage of the distraction stage.

Mo Xiaoya is already a Mahayana cultivator. She is practicing her swordsmanship in the open space at the entrance of Chenxi Palace.

Her movements were graceful and her sword energy was flying. She was wearing a light green dress and had a delicate white face with two dimples framing her big round eyes and her cherry lips were tightly pursed.

Her breathing was a little rapid due to her hard training. She turned around and a stream of sword energy slashed directly towards the open space, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

She stopped practicing sword skills, not knowing how long she had been practicing. She held her knees with her hands and breathed slightly.

Snap, snap!!

Mo Xiaoya heard the sound of someone clapping next to her, and quickly turned her head to look over, her mouth slightly open.

Her eyes were filled with horror: "Sister, sister, where is your hair? Who is it? Who cut your hair like this?"

Mo Xiaoya stuttered because she often heard old people say: The hair on your body is given by your parents, so it is absolutely not allowed to cut your hair, especially for girls. Once your hair is cut, does it mean that the person has done something bad?

Mo Xiaoye looked at Mo Xiaoya in a daze. Her hair was just a little shorter. Was it necessary to react so strongly?

"Little girl, what are you thinking about? No one cut my hair. It was because I was struck by lightning when I was undergoing the divine tribulation." Her tone was full of boasting, and she had completely forgotten the embarrassment of being struck by lightning and becoming bald.

Mo Xiaoya blinked her eyes, and at this moment all her uneasy emotions completely disappeared. She thought that her sister had done something wrong, so Emperor Jun and the others cut her hair.

It turned out that she had been wrong about all this. Now she ran over with joy in her eyes and hugged Mo Xiaoye tightly with both hands: "Wow, sister, you are so amazing. You have ascended to the level of a god so quickly." She was so excited that her whole face turned red.

Mo Xiaoye smiled and gently nodded her head: "Of course, don't you see who I am? I have also practiced very hard."

Mo Xiaoya's face was full of excitement: "Well, I have to work hard too, and strive to ascend to the immortal as soon as possible, and then move on to the god." She picked up the sword as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and started practicing again.

Mo Xiaoye shook his head helplessly, thinking anxiously: "I have already ascended to the highest level of God. Should I confess to my master that I came from Blue Star?

I don’t know what my master would think after knowing this, but since my master accepted me, a mortal, as his disciple, he never asked me where I was from. Maybe my master only accepted me as his disciple because he liked me, and he probably doesn’t care where I am from.

Also, I have been practicing here for so long, but I haven’t signed in yet, and I don’t know what I will get if I sign in today.”

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoye ran over and picked a ripe Wanling fruit from the Wanling fruit tree.

I ran to the stream to wash, and then I opened my mouth and bit it, and in my heart I shouted: "System sign-in."

"Ding, sign-in successful, congratulations on obtaining a low-level spiritual vein. Hey, my host, when did you cut your hair? This, this, this, you cut your hair so short in the Heavenly Palace, how are you going to go out and meet people? Oh my God!"

Mo Xiaoye's face turned dark, she felt relieved and angry at the same time, she knew it, she knew the system would be like this.

"System, please stop saying that. It's really heartbreaking." Mo Xiaoye rolled his eyes and left the space.

I ran straight to the library, wanting to see if there were any books about long hair in the magic category.

It would be a big trouble if she really went out with such short hair, even though many people knew that her hair was struck by lightning.

But she still felt a little embarrassed, because all the fairies she had seen, whether male or female, had long flowing hair. If she appeared in front of them like this, she would be out of place and look like an outsider at first glance.

Finally, after continuous searching, she found the column about hair: "Oh my god, it was not easy for me, I finally found it."

She was making hand gestures and muttering something. Her shoulder-length hair was growing slowly until it reached her waist. She stopped making hand gestures.

But her hair did not stop growing. Seeing that her hair had reached her heels, she was puzzled. How could this magic formula make her hair grow so long? It seemed that she had to find Xiang Yue to cut her hair shorter.

Mo Xiaoye, shaking her long hair, walked out of the library with a book about Taoism in her hand.

As soon as she went out, she came face to face with Siming, who looked at her in surprise: "Hey, you came out of seclusion so soon, not bad, but why did your hair grow so long?"

Mo Xiaoye waved the book in his hand and said, "I just learned the above formula, and then my hair grew this long. I am planning to take it back and study it carefully."

"Oh, then you should go quickly. I'm too bored, so I came here to pick a book to read. Oh, by the way, Cheng Yu came to see you. The Emperor told her that you were practicing in seclusion, and then she went back." Siming spoke with respect, and his eyes were full of envy for her.

He didn't expect that she had already ascended to the realm of the Supreme God at such a young age. And as far as he knew, the other party didn't work hard in cultivation, but had a special liking for sleeping. However, such a person could easily ascend to the realm of the Supreme God, which made people both envious and jealous.

I'm jealous of her talent, and I envy her that God is chasing her and allowing her to ascend to the divine realm, and she hasn't had so many hardships. It can almost be said that her life has been smooth sailing.