Ninefold Heavenly Que, the Far South Middle Palace.

Si Ming Xingjun's heart suddenly emptied, and he knew that this was a sign that a certain artifact that should be kept in the Tianfu Palace had disappeared.

Pinching his fingers, his heart trembled, and he rushed to the nether realm.

When I got to the top of the Peach Blossom River, I saw the situation clearly, but stood quietly on the clouds, with a bitter expression.

Below the clouds, the wind whined, and the dust dispersed.

Mo Yi saw that her lips in her arms were gradually losing color, and a huge hole was cracked in her heart, and the pain was beyond recovery.

Slowly, those dark eyes closed, and the world that connected him fell apart, and nothing was to be seen...

hugged her tightly, but her body gradually disappeared, turning into a fluorescent yellow spot of light, and her hands were empty, leaving only the cherry dress he gave her.

Nine years of anticipation and waiting, just to watch such a farce?

So... Is she dead?

She's a fairy! So many difficulties have come over, how can she die?

Eyes widened, panicked. His hands clutched the shirt hard, and his fingertips turned white.

A burst of Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded in the air, and the peach blossoms fell like rain, dismissing the sight.

The sky is shining like fire, and the golden light is full of light.

There were three or five immortals standing on the clouds, and they slowly stepped down from the clouds, all smiling.

The yellow-shirted and benevolent immortal stepped forward and said kindly: "Congratulations to the immortal for surviving the love tribulation and achieving consummation." Please wait for the upper realm with me immediately, and let the Heavenly Emperor take the title!"

"You say... What...?" Mo Yi staggered to his feet, his face covered in blood, and looked at him stunned.

The fairy smiled faintly, lowered his head and turned into a light blue bead in his palm, and flicked it into Mo Yi's brain, which sealed the memory of his time as an immortal.

All kinds of past events rush into my mind, like a raging river that sweeps the memories of the present world to the bottom of the river. It turns out that everything is just a flash in the pan, is she his calamity, or is he hers?

There is no one to give him an answer anymore ...

His eyes darkened, like a fog of confusion and confusion.

Looking around, the trees are still and the wind has stopped, the Sanskrit sound is curling, and the birds are flying, which seems to be a very lively and festive scene.

How ridiculous...

He had obviously just lost her, but no one felt sorry for her, shed even a tear for her.

Immortal, is it desireless or ruthless? He couldn't tell the difference.

Concentrating on the immortal friends who greeted him, they were indeed familiar faces. It's just that the kind look on their faces is imprinted in their eyes, and they actually feel that their stomachs are tumbling, and they just want to gag.

He looked down at the blood-colored dress, and a huge tear fell on his shirt, mixed with red, and the color of his heart was broken.

"Don't cry, good... Live...", I suddenly remembered the last words she said to him.

Biting his lip tightly, he closed his eyes slightly, and followed the immortals to the clouds.

On the other side of the cloud, there stood a familiar immortal. The white beard and silver robe are just a little gloomy.

Si Ming Xingjun looked at Mo Yi fixedly, and finally slowly leaned over the clouds.

Reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, trying to make the elders look kind, just as they had been in the Heavenly Realm.

Mo Yi brushed off his palm, glanced at him coldly, and then walked away without looking back.

Everything was quiet, and Si Ming Xingjun stood alone on the cloud for a long time.

He suddenly felt that spring was short and bitter, and the high places were indeed cold.

Yushan Yaochi, the Xuannu was injured and knelt in the hall and did not dare to get up, although it was a little difficult, but it was better than angering the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West pondered for a long time before she said coldly: "This little thing has not been done, what do I want you to do?"

"Ahem~" Xuannu was eager to argue, "I didn't expect that other fairies would chase after me, and I would be willing to sacrifice myself for a mortal fetus who destroyed the magic weapon." ”

"Fault is fault, and there is no room for those reasons. Don't let me see you again for the time being!" said the Queen Mother of the West without raising her face.

Xuannu frowned and stood up, said 'yes', and turned around to walk outside the hall.

The Queen Mother of the West suddenly stopped her again and said in a deep voice: "This matter about the sword of the Thirty-sixth Pavilion should be regarded as a pipe dream!

"Understood. Xuannu's voice trembled, but she still agreed.

The Queen Mother of the West half-closed her eyes, looking at the smooth mirror-like ground, and was more unwilling to make her face look a little hideous.

The soft and warm sun, the singing and dancing are leveling, and the Nine Heavenly Ques are always such a peaceful scene.

The news of Mo Yi's return to the Heavenly Realm reached the ears of the Heavenly Emperor.

The Emperor of Heaven was very happy and immediately announced his entry into the palace.

The golden luan bird title came to summon, and the sound of the Buddha spread throughout the nine folds.

Mo Yi was promoted to the Star Monarch of Light and given the Seventh Heavenly Palace. From then on, Nandou is no longer a six-star, but a seven-star corresponding to Beidou.

The Emperor of Heaven saw that his face was covered with blood, his expression was gloomy, and he was still holding a cherry-colored dress in his hand, which was really contrary to the temperament of the fairy family, so he raised his eyebrows, and said as if rewarding and ordering: "This love calamity is also difficult for you." Now that the merits are complete, let go of what should be put down, the memories of your loved ones in the lower realm have been erased, and all the mortal things in your heart should be purified in the 'dust washing pool'!"

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the Heavenly Emperor, obviously wanting to refute, but the word 'yes' overflowed from his mouth.

The Dust Washing Tank is located in the east of the Heavenly Realm. The slightly muddy water in the pool is the water of oblivion.

Anyone who enters the pool can wash away some memories.

Because the gods washed away their troubles, the originally clear pool of water became what it is today.

He retired from the immortal servant, and Mo Yi stood alone by the pool for a long time, but finally did not set foot in the pool for half a step.

No matter how painful the pain was in his heart, he didn't have the option to forget her.

It hurts, it hurts, at least I remember her.

Perhaps it was the water in the pool that brought a lot of resentment, and after looking at it for a long time, a cloud of water vapor came out.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and suddenly remembered her voice in his ears: "Don't you cry..."

He closed his eyes slightly, but his body kept shaking.

He took a heavy breath and used some spells to clean himself up, and the long cherry skirt was hidden in the sleeve, as if it had been bathed in the water of the dust washing pool.

He pressed his heart and walked away, his face changed to a sculptural coldness.

The Heavenly Palace is adjacent to the Tianfu Palace of Si Ming Xingjun and the Tianxiang Palace of Si Lu Xingjun, perhaps deliberately arranged by the Emperor of Heaven, and these three palaces are arranged in a triangular state.

After this love tribulation, all the immortals discussed that Mo Yi's temperament became more and more quiet, except for occasionally hearing the Heavenly Emperor's summons to go down to the upper hall, he rarely saw him outside the Heavenly Palace.

On this day, Mo Yi had just fallen from the clouds in the upper hall, and there was a dull pain in his heart.

Leaned helplessly under a huge laurel tree, unwilling to move.

Regarding this heartache, he didn't go to find Taishang Laojun, nor did he ask the Antarctic Immortal to see it. He knew it was an old wound of love, and he felt so much pain when he thought of her.

For a long time, three or two fairy children walked in front of the laurel tree, and they were the people from the Mansion of Si Ming Xingjun.

They originally passed the fold to the Emperor on behalf of Xingjun, but they were tired of walking, so they also sat under the osmanthus tree to rest.

"You said that this Pleiades Star Monarch is also very strange, the sun in the sky has been spread so violently in the past few days, and it is almost catching up with Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. Fairchild, who had a double bun, complained.

The fairy boy with a single bun immediately laughed: "Do you know, this Pleiades Xingjun has recently made a bet with Feng Bo to see if he can dry the water of the Rainbow River under the Hongqiao in seven days. ”

"Hmm... What's the point of this kind of betting? It's really boring! But when it comes to this gamble, the one about the Glory Star Monarch is a bit of a talking point. ”

Mo Yi, who was resting behind the laurel tree, wanted to leave quietly, but suddenly heard his name and the word 'gamble', and couldn't help but feel nervous, so he continued to listen quietly.

The single-haired fairy child immediately encouraged his companion: "I have also heard about that gambling game, but I don't know much about it, I heard that you were serving on the side that day!"

The fairy boy with the double bun raised his face proudly: "Yes! I could hear it clearly that day!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Originally, Si Lu Xingjun was unwilling to let Mo Yi, that is, the current Light Harvesting Star Monarch, go down to the mortal tribulation. It's just that for some reason, the seat was very interested in this matter, and took the red lotus in the upper half of the house as a gambling chip, and then asked Yue Lao for a red line to connect the fate of the light star monarch and a mortal elf. ”

Mo Yi looked in a trance, it turned out that this was just a gamble?

"I've heard of that mortal elf! After all, the seat is in charge of the 'time plate' for her! It's just that for some reason, it didn't take long for her to fall with that magic weapon, maybe she didn't have anything to do with the immortal!" said the fairy child with a single danzi bun with a sigh.

Hearing this, Mo Yi suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his eyes widened.

When the fairy children heard the commotion, they immediately went around behind the tree to check. Seeing that Xingjun's eyes were scarlet and his face was pale, he immediately knelt on the ground in fright and bowed.

Mo Yi didn't have time to care, so he summoned Xiangyun to immediately move in the direction of Tianfu Palace.

It's not that he didn't know that Mao Qing was using a time plate at that time, and he had already listened to others explain the reason why Xuannu assassinated him. It's just that he always thought that this numerology was the fate of him and Haoqing, but it was just a coincidence.

He was trapped in the emotional wound and could not be relieved, and did not seriously think about the strangeness of these things, but only after listening to the gossip of the two fairy children, did he feel that many things had become extremely suspicious.

If what they said was true, then Si Ming Xingjun had already seen through his past and present lives, did he deliberately connect him with Hao Qing, and deliberately let Hao Qing take charge of the time plate, and had already planned such a result?

Whether that's the case or not, how ridiculous all this seems...

All the things in the past, are they just for the half of the red lotus and the boring and long life of the immortal family?

Extremely sad and indignant, he had already landed at the door of Tianfu Palace in less than half a cup of tea.

Feeling the aura of the immortals, Ruohua Immortal, who came out to greet him, was stunned when he saw Mo Yi's appearance.

Isn't that exactly the same as the person made of mud by Mao Qing?

Mo Yi didn't see the surprise in Ruohua's eyes, he quickly swept past him and went straight to a small pavilion.

Si Ming Xingjun was looking at him lightly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

He raised his hand slightly, motioning for Ruohua to retreat first, then took a step closer and said in a deep voice, "You're here to ask for an answer, right?"

Mo Yi was silent, there was still blood on his lips, and a pair of eyes were staring at Si Ming, and his fierce appearance was like being hit by a demon Gu.