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Of course, in addition to this, there is another reason that makes him so anxious - that is to be able to see the figure that he has been thinking about day and night and dreaming about again.

Although he knew in his heart that Mo Xiaoye had no special feelings for him, the urge to see her always lingered in his heart.

Finally, Tang Yu arrived at Taichen Palace as he wished.

But what he saw left him dumbfounded and shocked.

Mo Xiaoya was seen crying bitterly, heartbroken, with tears pouring out of her eyes like a flood. Mo Xiaoye on the side seemed flustered and at a loss, and could only try his best to comfort Mo Xiaoya who was out of control.

After watching the whole process, he was a little unsure whether he should accept this apprentice.

Mo Xiaoye looked up in surprise: "Brother Tang Yu, why are you here?"

He looked at Mo Xiaoye with different emotions in his eyes and turned a deaf ear to her words.

Mo Xiaoye thought there was something on her face when she was looked at by him: "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?" She said while rubbing her face with her hands.

"No, I just haven't seen you for a long time and I feel like you seem to have changed a lot," his voice was a little hoarse.

Mo Xiaoye blinked: "Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier, I thought there was something dirty on my face!" She turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaoya: "Brother Tang Yu is here, you should formally become his disciple, kneel down and kowtow"

Mo Xiaoya nodded and knelt down on the spot: "Disciple Mo Xiaoya begs Master to accept me as your disciple."

Tang Yu then reluctantly moved his gaze away from Mo Xiaoye's face, lowered his head and smiled: "Okay! From today on, you are my only disciple."

I have to say that Tang Yu is a very competent master. Ever since Mo Xiaoya became his apprentice, he has been working hard to teach her swordsmanship and formations.

Tang Yu was good at both sword techniques and formations. Knowing that Mo Xiaoya liked swords, he gave her a sword made of black iron. The sword was surrounded by green light. "This is the Bishui Lingyun Sword, a lower-grade fairy-level magic weapon. I'm giving it to you today as a gift for your apprenticeship!"

"Yes, thank you Master!"

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During these three days, Tang Yu brought Mo Xiaoya back to Die Ling Valley and taught her sword skills and formations. The reason was that as his apprentice, she must master both sword skills and formations. Also, she needed to find a quiet place to calm down and consolidate her realm.

Mo Xiaoye was following his master on the way to Yinzhou, which was a deserted island with tall trees, some houses and streets.

They have their own way of life, and unlike the secular world, most of the food they eat is spiritual plants and spiritual rice that are full of spiritual energy.

This place is almost at the junction of the mortal world and the fairyland. It is full of spiritual energy and is mostly populated by immortal cultivators.

Of course, there are a few mortals, but even if they are mortals, after a long period of being washed by spiritual energy, their physical fitness is also excellent, and they will have no problem living for two or three hundred years.

Because the exchange meeting was held today, when the two arrived, the island was already crowded with people coming and going.

In an open space, countless people spread out a piece of cloth with some seeds, medicinal herbs, and strange magic weapons on it, hoping that someone would be interested and exchange them for something they like.

I heard that this exchange meeting was initiated by the island owner Liu He, a cultivator in the state of concentration. He hoped to exchange items for resources for his cultivation. Of course, at the same time, what he wanted to see more was that in the name of the exchange meeting, a panacea that could restore people's memories could be found.

His wife Liu Yue lost her memory because she hit her head when he was fighting with others. He hopes to remind his wife of the loving days they once had.

Because he lost his memory, his wife has been ignoring him, which makes Liu He very uncomfortable. They were originally a loving couple, but now they are like strangers.

Mo Xiaoye was wearing a blue long dress and a white moon-shadow veil on her face, which completely blocked her features. The moon-shadow veil could completely block out the spiritual consciousness of those above the divine realm and below.

Standing in front of a street stall, a Mahayana monk took a small stool and sat there. In front of him was a piece of rag with a small dagger and a broken bowl on it.

A white jade bracelet, and a golden-yellow core that looks like the core of some fruit tree, with uneven patterns on it.

"Hello, what is the function of this jade bracelet?" Although I like the fruit core very much, I always feel that there is something inside the jade bracelet that attracts me?

"Oh, you want to exchange this, this is an ice crystal bracelet, which I brought out from the secret realm. It can assist ice attribute practitioners in their cultivation.

Three thousand low-level spirit stones, or one recovery pill, in exchange." It was a male voice with a little hoarseness. He wore a bamboo hat on his head, which was pulled down low to cover most of his face.

Mo Xiaoye understood, "In addition to bartering, we can also use spirit stones to buy. As for the recovery pill, maybe the other party is injured and needs the pill to recover."

She picked up the jade bracelet, took out the small porcelain bottle containing the recovery pill, and poured out a mid-grade recovery pill from it: "Okay, you can take something to hold the pill."

As soon as the monk smelled the fragrance of the elixir, he quickly took out a small box the size of a palm and said, "Okay, okay, help me put it in the box."

Mo Xiaoye's delicate white little hand tilted downwards gently, and the pill rolled into the middle of his small box.

The monk was afraid that the pills would fall out, so he quickly closed the box. What else do you need? " He licked his lips and looked at the porcelain bottle in Mo Xiaoye's hand.

He could smell that the elixir was of mid-grade quality, and he couldn't make a elixir like this by himself.

Mo Xiaoye nodded and pointed at the fruit core with his right index finger: "What kind of fruit core is this? Can it be planted?"

"Oh, well, to be honest, I don't know. I found it in a secret place. Its color was extraordinary, and it was emitting a faint golden light.

But after I cut it out, it became like this now, without any spiritual energy at all. If you like it, give me three low-cost spiritual stones and I will sell it to you half-for-half."

The monk actually didn't expect to sell the fruit core, because everyone who saw it shook their heads and walked away.

Mo Xiaoye nodded, took out three low-level spirit stones from the Dragon Flame Bracelet and handed them to the other party.

The monk took it and put the jade bracelet and the fruit core into a small box before handing it to her: "Thank you very much."

Mo Xiaoye nodded and turned to leave. She arrived here at the same time as her master, but after arriving here, her master met an old friend and asked her to walk around first while he wanted to catch up with his friend.

So Mo Xiaoye wandered around this place alone, and exchanged for anything she liked. The seeds of spiritual plants were the purpose of her trip. After all, the space was very empty now, and she exchanged for many things she liked. Most of them were for elixirs and resources for cultivation.

She was not short of these. After all, she had hardly used the resources given to her by Emperor Donghua except for giving them to Mo Xiaoya and Grandma Mo. She had shared more than half of them with Mo Xiaoya and Grandma Mo, and now there was still a small half of the resources in the Dragon Flame Bracelet.

It was easy to exchange things. He took the fruit core and put it directly into the Dragon Flame Bracelet without any rush.

Mo Xiaoye walked forward again, his eyes fell on a small tree stump. He didn't know how long it had been cut down, and the stump had become dry, but it was actually bright red like blood.

Mo Xiaoye had an extremely sensitive nose and could smell a hint of fragrance in the faint smell of blood.

I feel like the outer layer is used to hide the true identity of this small branch.

Mo Xiaoye reached out and picked it up curiously: "Hey, why does this look so similar? The Qilin Blood Tree."

"Well, girl, you have good eyesight. This Qilin Blood Tree is a good thing." Although she was wearing the clothes of a boy, her voice was extremely clear and it was obvious that she was the voice of a girl.

There was only a faint spiritual energy emanating from her body, and she looked like a foundation-building cultivator at most. The reason she dressed as a man was probably for her own safety.

"Well, how do we change it?" Mo Xiaoye nodded and asked softly.