"Miss Mo, please!" Yan Chuan invited Mo Yuxi to sit at the table and chair next to him.

Mo Yuxi nodded.

Yan Chuan poured two cups of tea on the table.

"Sorry tea, sorry!" Yan Chuan handed out a cup of tea.

"It's already very good!" Mo Yuxi took it happily.

"Miss Mo, I don't know what to talk about?" Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yuxi.

Mo Yuxi looked outside the tent and frowned slightly, "I see the three thousand soldiers outside. You are looking for meat, teaching seal techniques, and teaching military formations. Do you want to take them on the path of cultivation together?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Many practitioners cannot even raise all the resources for their own practice, but you have to carry three thousand burdens? This is a burden of an inestimable resource consumption. Do you have that much? As far as I know, you should have nothing, right?"

"Besides, even if they consume a lot of resources and allow them to reach the level of cultivation, so what? The strength is still at the bottom, and it is nothing for high-level cultivation. Just like you, three thousand soldiers, can't compare to me, a green dragon. Instead of sharing resources, it makes a group of burdens, why not gather resources and create a few powerful followers?" Mo Yuxi said curiously.

Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yuxi and smiled slightly.

Three thousand soldiers? Are there many? In Yan Chuan's eyes, there are not many. Yan Chuan's grand ambitions are not something Mo Yuxi can see now.

Three thousand low-level practices? Yan Chuan has its own great uses!

Resources? With a large army in hand, why worry about not having enough resources?

"This is my family matter, Miss Mo should not worry too much!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Uh?" Mo Yuxi was so amused and cried. She kindly persuaded her and actually got such an answer!

After drinking a sip of tea, Mo Yuxi's expression gradually became serious and she pondered for a while.

And Yan Chuan was waiting quietly.

"Young Master Yan, can't you really break this cage?" A hint of desire appeared in Mo Yuxi's eyes.

Yan Chuan shook his head: "I haven't concealed this from you!"

After a bitter smile, Mo Yuxi said slowly: "I know that it was our fault to ask you to be your guide before. I really want to get something in the array. I am really sorry for the previous incident, please forgive me!"

From Mo Yuxi's mouth, Yan Chuan could hear sincerity. Mo Yuxi's mentality seemed to be undergoing a subtle change in this adversity, and it was no longer as high as before.

The change in attitude and the lowering of attitude immediately made Yan Chuan feel much more comfortable.

"Yeah!" Yan Chuan smiled with satisfaction.

"Since I have said it, I don't want to hide it from you. There is a wonderful demon lotus sealed in this Feng Shui array! The purpose of our trip is the wonderful demon lotus!" Mo Yuxi explained.

"Wan Miraculous Demon Lotus?" Yan Chuan raised his eyelids.

"What? Have you heard of it?" Mo Yuxi said in surprise.

"I have heard of the 'Thousand Wonderful Demon Lotus', the most turbid, dark and evil thing, which is a defilement immortal! In this formation, the thousands of Wonderful Demon Lotus are sealed. No wonder, no wonder it takes so many earth dragon veins to seal it!" Yan Chuan said in thought.

"Thousands of Wonderful Demon Lotus? Yu Xi has never heard of it. The Wonderful Demon Lotus also known about it not long ago!" Mo Yu Xi looked at Yan Chuan strangely.

You should know that Mo Yuxi has a noble status. In his own sect, he can read the world's strange things and classics, but he has never seen any wonderful demon lotus, the Thousand Wonderful Demon Lotus. Not long ago, I learned about one or two from a person with a very high status. But Yan Chuan is only seventeen or eighteen years old? He actually knows about the Thousand Wonderful Demon Lotus?

"I also found out by chance!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly and did not explain much.

Mo Yuxi was also sensible and did not ask questions.

"I don't know what the use of Wanmiao Demon Lotus is, nor do I want to know. I just want to get it. This is very important to me! Please help me with Mr. Yan!" Mo Yuxi begged with his eyes.

Yan Chuan frowned slightly.

"Mr. Yan is very knowledgeable. I believe that he should have guessed my identity from the answers between Mr. Wen Ruo and others?" Mo Yuxi said with a wry smile.

"They call you Saint!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"I am the saint of the 'Holy Land of Dazhao', and my name was won by my father when he was alive. He was once a Taoist lord in the Holy Land of Dazhao. Unfortunately, he was harmed by a traitor!"

Mo Yuxi bit her lips and recalled, her eyes slightly moistened. Obviously, her father's death had a particularly great impact on Mo Yuxi.

"I was sixteen years old when I suddenly heard my father's death. I thought the sky had fallen. In the past, I was the most naughty saint in the Holy Land of Dazhao. When my father was there, I could laugh loudly and cry loudly, I could make trouble, and I could tease everyone!"

"When my father fell and I was sad, I could only hide in the corner of the room and cry secretly. I dare not cry in front of others, and I dare not laugh loudly, because I know that there are many people waiting for me to make a fool of myself. I was suppressed by my father before, and after my father fell, I would definitely take revenge on me. I can only keep being careful and protect myself as a 'saint'. I will not let myself be hurt and not lose my father's people!"

Listening to Mo Yuxi's narration, Yan Chuan was slightly moved. Holy Land? It was a huge sect, and the internal relationships must be complicated. You can imagine how a sixteen-year-old girl would slowly survive after losing her father.

Wiping his tears with a silk squid, Mo Yuxi smiled and said, "Every time I mention my father, it seems that he is still alive. I said I won't mention my father. Sorry, I'm out of my composure!"

"It's nothing, Miss Mo is still a love person after all!" Yan Chuan comforted.

Shaking his head gently, Mo Yuxi smiled bitterly and said, "Xing the love person? Haha, I also hope that I would rather not have the identity of a saint, so that I can laugh unrestrainedly and cry freely, but I can't do it, and I can no longer remove the identity of a saint."

"The identity of a saint is the best protection. Once you are not a saint, your father's former enemy will definitely surround you." Yan Chuan nodded.

"When I was twenty years old, Daojun Mao Ri, who was Yang Zhijiu's father, killed the man who killed my father! He defended the majesty of the Holy Land of Dazhao and also avenged my father. I owe him this favor!" Mo Yuxi frowned.

"You want to get the Wanmiao Demon Lotus just to repay this favor?" Yan Chuan said in confusion.

"Yes, the holy land of Dazhao is complicated inside. Daojun, Maori, he......" Mo Yuxi's eyes revealed a hint of fear.

"Mr. Mao Ri Dao, I can't come here. He really wants this wonderful demon lotus. I must use this to repay this favor. If I don't repay it this time, it may increase to a hundred or a thousand times in the future. It may even be ruined and ruined my life. I don't want to drag it anymore. Mr. Yan, please help me!" Mo Yuxi looked at Yan Chuan with great sincerity.

Looking at Mo Yuxi's pitiful expression, Yan Chuan's eyes gradually softened.

"Prince!"

Liu Jin's voice came from outside the tent, which immediately interrupted the two of them.

"Come in!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

Liu Jin quickly entered and took a slightly strange look at Mo Yuxi.

"What's the matter?" Yan Chuan said in confusion.

"Prince, the Qinglong and the White Tiger are fighting!" Liu Jin said in confusion.

"What? Impossible!" Mo Yuxi immediately stood up.
Chapter completed!