When he was in the Cloud Covering Palace before, He Zichen told the Queen Mother what he had heard during this time, and then said that he had decided not to believe anything partially, and he would not inquire anymore, just waiting for his memory to be restored.

Today, the Queen Mother was more sober, and she didn't say anything very radical, she just sighed when she heard him, with a look of "you stupid child", and waited for him to ask several times before she said: "If Sheng Ling doesn't want you to recover your memory, do you think you can really remember?" ”

He Zichen said: "How do you say this? Whether or not to restore the memory is not something that Sheng Ling can control, right? ”

"If you just have simple amnesia, it's hard to say whether he can control it, but if it's ......" The Queen Mother stretched her tone and smiled without laughing, "You don't have amnesia, but he sealed your memory, so whether you can recover it doesn't depend on what he means?" ”

"Seal memories? Mother, what's going on? He Zichen hurriedly asked.

"Many years ago, Rong Xu, the son of Rong Xiang, went out to play with a group of Wang grandchildren, and unfortunately encountered a ghost, and the rest died, leaving only Rong Xu alive, but he was frightened and talked nonsense all day long. The previous national teacher played a song of forgetting worries, making him forget the events of the day, and since then Rong Xu really has no impression of the ghost encounter......

"Since there is a 'song of forgetting worries', who can say that there is no 'song of forgetting life'? Anyway, the people who pick up the star tower are very powerful, and all the previous national teachers have compassion for the common people and have the world in their hearts, so they naturally won't do whatever they want just because they have some magical powers, and now this one is ...... But I can't say for sure. The Queen Mother said.

I have to say that He Zichen believed the Queen Mother's words a little, after all, no matter what happened to him at the beginning, no one could predict how he would look at the creation after waking up. And as soon as he woke up, everyone seemed to know that he had amnesia, and he was very careful and considerate, if it wasn't for the fact that amnesia was controlled by people, how could he know it in advance?

Now, what He Zichen was looking for in the Library Pavilion was a recipe that would enable him to restore his memory. Anyway, he had also studied with the previous national teacher, as long as he had a book to guide him, he was not afraid of some less complicated spells.

The library looked very small from the outside, similar to He Zichen's study with a pile of tattered, but the space inside was amazingly large, looking at the hundreds of rows of bookshelves that were several people high, and the vast sea of books...... He Zichen suddenly stiffened his hands and feet, and he almost stopped walking.

Thinking silently about the purpose of his trip, he reluctantly settled down, and finally overcame his instinctive fear of books, pacing between the shelves, his eyes skimming over little by little, trying to find the one he needed quickly.

But obviously, this is an almost impossible goal.

At first, He Zichen was still high-spirited, and finally gave up after being dizzy and didn't find a name, and instead rummaged through those books at random to find what he thought was interesting, although most of the books here were boring, but it was also very interesting for him to find a few books.

For example, one of them is dedicated to some transformation techniques, not particularly complicated techniques, and the same as his previous use of the flute to summon birds and sparrows, they are all small carving insect skills that have no big use, but such carving insect skills make He Zichen feel interesting, and interesting things are good things.

He Zichen was fascinated, so he simply sat down cross-legged and looked through it carefully, and applied what he learned while reading, the most things in it were books, so he naturally had to practice with them. He Zichen's fingers flew up and down flexibly, and his mouth silently urged the spell, and soon a book in front of him shook slightly as if he was alive, trying to break free from the shackles, as the shaking gradually became violent, the book was really pulled out of the shelf, and it was about to fall to the ground, but the page was quite spiritually unfolded, flapping like wings, and fanning like this, the book became a butterfly in front of He Zichen.

He Zichen stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed lightly on his finger.

The dark blue wings, the small dots dotted in black and white, the slender tentacles, and even the touch of the thin feet on the fingers are so real. He Zichen chuckled, and said in his heart what others say "lifelike", this is called really "lifelike".

He couldn't get enough of it, so he simply urged the magic trick again to turn the row of books in front of him into butterflies, so the bookshelf in front of him was empty, and hundreds of butterflies flew around him, looking much more lively than before.

"It seems...... Got a bit monotonous? He Zichen muttered.

In an instant, many fresh green shoots emerged from the wooden bookshelves, and quickly grew into verdant vines, writhing gracefully in the air like a snake, and then hundreds of purple and red flowers bloomed on the vines at the same time, and the butterflies that the previous books had become were also very butterfly, and they all flew over and danced around these flowers.

For a time, the solemn library became full of spring.

He Zichen looked at the real and illusory scene in front of him, and his expression was quite complacent. Just as he wondered if it was too quiet to make a sound, all the fluttering butterflies froze strangely, and all of them were suspended in the air and motionless. Before He Zichen could react, all the butterflies were reduced to books, stayed in the air for a moment, and then all fell down with a snap-

He Zichen, who was standing below, was stunned.

At the same time, he transformed many books into butterflies, and the spiritual power was not enough to support them for too long, and he didn't have time to let them fly back in the previous order and arrange them neatly, and the spell failed to return to its original form. He Zichen looked at this mess with tears and laughter, what should I do? I had to take matters into my own hands and restore them to their original places.

After all, even if he has the ability to memorize hundreds of books, he has not "seen" them all, and it is really difficult to find the original location based on memory alone. He Zichen sighed, so he had to sit on the ground again, pick up these books and look at them one by one, put them in a stack with similar functions, and then put them back according to his approximate memory, so that even if there is a difference from the original, it will not be too far off.

Suddenly, a few pieces of yellow paper fell out of a thick booklet in his hand, He Zichen picked it up and saw that the yellow paper was painted with cinnabar with strange patterns, and then looked at the thick book on the three big characters of "Fu Ji Ji", it turned out that this was actually a few drawn rune papers.

He Zichen became interested, and he was no longer in a hurry to sort out the books for a while, holding the "Fu Ji Collection" and looking at it, there were all kinds of charms in it, most of them were soul suppression charms, evil charm charms, defilement charms and other serious charms, but the more you looked back, the more you deviated from the "right path", what immobilization charms, stand-in charms, invisibility charms, drowsy charms, and even aphrodisiac charms...... Many are not doing their jobs, they are not full of crooked ways, and it stands to reason that they should belong to the forbidden arts, and I don't know which national teacher collected them.

I didn't expect that there would be such a national teacher in the Star Picking Tower......

He likes it, though!

He Zichen smiled badly, and silently memorized these talismans as if he had found a treasure. He looked at the two ready-made rune papers in his hand, comparing them page by page, and finally found the corresponding pattern on a certain page, and looking at the name of this rune, He Zichen smiled even more ill-willedly.

……

The sunset is slanting, and the twilight clouds are piling up.

Everyone in the Star Picking Tower was tired of playing, and the hardest Son Lan had just had time to play, and was trying to play with his brothers and sisters, but was told that they either wanted to meditate and practice the mind method or revisit a certain method, and they all seemed to be very busy.

After being rejected many times, Lan Yin stood at the edge of the dove tree forest with a bitter face, looking lonely and aggrieved. He is as playful as ordinary children, but he can't cry like ordinary children, and he can't even make a sound, just because he is the holy son of heaven, the future master of the Star Tower, and the future guardian of the living country.

Although Lan Yin is young, he also vaguely understands what kind of responsibility he is carrying, it's not that he doesn't want to work hard, it's not that he can't endure hardships, he also wants to become a person like Shizun in the future, but after a long time in such boring days, sometimes he still ...... I feel lonely.

I envy my master...... I heard that when Shizun was young, he had the current monarch and his brother as his companion, and several people practiced spells together, and went out to practice together, although they often fought and made trouble, but at least they wouldn't be lonely.

I wish I could have a partner like the monarch with me......

Lan Yin thought so, his eyes suddenly lit up, he took the flute from his waist, and played it according to the tune of He Zichen in his previous memory, the flute sound was melodious and tactful, and it was swept far away by the soft wind, and there were birds and birds that heard and chirped, but they never flew over.

Although the summoning failed, Lan Yin seemed to have tasted a special interest from the sound of the flute, and he did not feel frustrated, and gradually became more and more involved. The cheerful and sacred tune fluttered under the clouds of the western sky, looking innocent and melancholy......

"Holy Son," Asher suddenly spoke behind him, startling Lan Yin, who smiled apologetically and asked again, "Holy Son, is the monarch still in the building?" What about the Holy Lord, with him? ”

Lan Yin couldn't speak, so he reached out and made a few movements, and finally blinked his eyes, as if to ask, "Do you understand?" ”

Asher muttered, "You mean...... The monarch abducted the Holy Lord to guess the fist and drink? ”

Lan Yin hurriedly shook his head, and made a series of incomprehensible movements, as if he was eagerly explaining something.

"I know, I know, it wasn't him who abducted, it was the Holy Lord who volunteered, okay?" Asher didn't fight with him, and retreated graciously.

It's just that his delicate and white face showed a little schadenfreude, and there were no outsiders present, so Asher didn't have any scruples when he spoke, he said, "Is he stupid?" The Holy Lord can split mountains and stones with one hand, but he can play with flowers and butterflies, not to mention such a simple and cheesy thing as guessing boxing, how can he be compared with a pair of ordinary hands? Besides, even if the Holy Lord deliberately let him go a few times, pinching a hangover recipe can resolve his drunkenness, where does he dare to compete? ”

In a certain way, Asher is accurate.

After drinking the eighth cup of wine, He Zichen looked at Sheng Ling, who was still calm and light-hearted, and secretly bit a mouthful of King Kong teeth, and swallowed it with a smile.

陛xià felt bitter, but 陛xià didn't say it.