In order to appease the people, those great gods in the Nine Heavens proposed that Xuan Mo must marry Canglin and pass through the door, rushing to rejoice, so that all living beings can forget those gloomy things.

Xuan Mo refused to marry Canglin.

Although Meng Jingling is famous for Meng Po soup, most of the creatures who need to be reincarnated respect her, and her soup has never gone wrong, but this time, she just made Xuan Mo forget about it.

In this way, there are a lot of loopholes, Xuan Mo can't remember who the woman who has gone through ups and downs and even entered the world with him is, he can't remember it, especially when Wuji made a fuss that day, what should he do if he yelled at him, Xuan Mo's heart was like a blank room, the door was closed, and there was nothing in it, but others lived in it, and he didn't want to.

Since Xuan Mo drank the forgetful soup, Canglin has been by his side every day, and Qingkong has mentioned the sand several times, but Canglin has skillfully maneuvered around. Aozora stopped talking, locked himself in the house, and did not go out.

Canglin is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and often accompanies Xuan Mo to sit under the peach tree outside the library to read.

The gods of the divine realm were all shut up, and they were not allowed to mention Shusha again, and some people even speculated that the Heavenly Judgment and the Moon God were poisoned by Shusha, but everyone did not say it explicitly, and no one dared to mention Shusha in front of Xuan Mo from then on.

"Emperor." Canglin boiled tea and handed it to Xuan Mo, then asked with a smile, "What books have you been reading these days?" ”

"The Book of Songs." Xuan Mo closed the book casually, picked up the teacup and sniffed it, frowning: "Why isn't it Enshi Yulu?" ”

Canglin said with a smile while pouring tea into his cup: "Emperor, haven't you always liked fruit tea?" ”

Enshi Yulu ......

Xuan Mo shook his head, he couldn't think of anyone who liked it, so he didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, Canglin was afraid that he would think too much, so he pointed to the Book of Poetry and asked with a smile: "Which poem does the emperor like in it?" ”

"I don't particularly like it, it's just that the peach is dying, scorching. I remember, it seems that someone has a preference for pear blossoms. Xuan Mo raised his head, the peach tree planted by Tianju himself has a long flowering period, and it should be worthy of the sentence that the peach is dying.

That forgetfulness soup made him forget Shusha, many memories were incoherent, and he also forgot many things, such as Xuan Mo couldn't remember how he met Canglin.

And, why Canglin is exactly the same as Mu Ya.

According to this, Canglin told him that he was Xuan Mo's first love for a thousand years, because of some specific events, Mu Ya died, Xuan Mo ran to the Six Realms to find a lot of ways to save her, and finally made Mu Ya come back to life, but she had forgotten the past and became the new mountain god of Splendid City, and later went to the sky to find the old man under the moon in order to know who his other half was as soon as possible, who would have thought that the marriage record showed Xuan Mo. The two finally met.

Although there were many loopholes, Xuan Mo couldn't explain some things about himself clearly, so he didn't suspect Canglin.

As for Qingkong, Xuan Mo remembered in a trance that he was his mother, but why the two of them got along like this now, he couldn't think of it himself, but he felt that there was nothing weird, all kinds of memory loopholes led to Xuan Mo now like three souls lost seven spirits, only reading books every day, basking in the sun, and then sleeping.

However, his state made Canglin feel a lot more relieved.

"Emperor, do you ...... about the things that the gods mentioned" Before Canglin finished asking, he was shocked by Xuan Mo's eyes.

In fact, Xuan Mo didn't show a fierce expression, he just looked at Canglin quietly, but Canglin felt a chill behind his back for no reason, and a cold sweat broke out.

After a while, Canglin was about to explain that he was just talking casually, but Xuan Mo suddenly asked, "Are you really Muya?" ”

Knock -

Canglin's heart seemed to fall from a high altitude, and fell heavily on the cotton, with nowhere to exert force.

Why did he ask? Did he remember something?

In a panic, Canglin lowered his head, his shoulders twitched, and he sobbed in a low voice.

"Okay, you didn't like to cry before, did you? What's going on? Xuan Mo didn't like women to cry, he frowned, feeling that the woman he loved shouldn't be like this, but Canglin did look exactly the same as Mu Ya, and the marriage record of the old man under the moon was also an ironclad fact.

Xuan Mo pinched his eyebrows.

"Emperor, although I have forgotten the past, I still remember that I still love you. But you...... But you doubt me. Canglin pinched his thigh hard, tears falling down his face, but Xuan Mo didn't comfort her, but sat there in a trance.

Isn't he the kind of person who would pity the jade?

Canglin wiped away his tears and felt that Xuan Mo was really too difficult. At this time, Xiao Xian'e came to report that the gods were waiting for Xuan Mo in the council hall and had important matters to discuss.

Xuan Mo snorted, didn't look at Canglin, and left with Xiao Xian'e.

Canglin almost turned his back on his back, what was Mu Ya in his heart?

All the gods stood in the council hall with solemn expressions, and when Xuan Mo passed by Tianchi, he suddenly saw a woman in white sitting here and sighed: "The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red in the sun." It's a pity that you don't have such a beautiful scenery in the Divine Realm. ”

He shook his head, feeling incredulous.

"Emperor!" The legend of Xuan Mo's cultivation of the Heavenly Pond in the Six Realms for the sake of Shusha's words has been widely spread, and she has heard it many times. At this time, seeing that Xuan Mo stopped here and didn't leave, a large ripple suddenly surged in his heart, and he hurriedly called out to Xuan Mo.

Xuan Mo was pulled back to his senses by her sharp voice, a little displeased. Canglin smiled awkwardly: "All the gods are waiting." ”

Xuan Mo flicked his sleeves and walked forward with his hands behind him.

What else can the gods say? As soon as Xuan Mo sat down, he knelt down in a white space, making Xuan Mo the queen of heaven.

Xuan Mo was upset by what they said, and was about to have a seizure, when a little god came up with a bunch of paintings and spread them out, all of which were painted with Muya.

Xuan Mo also suddenly remembered the days when he and Mu Ya's childhood sweetheart, but he didn't speak.

The little god stepped aside and whispered to his friend next to him: "It took tens of thousands of years to paint these ten or so paintings, and when that one was here, it was only five hundred years, and there were hundreds of so many paintings." ”

"Be quiet!" The friend bumped him with his arm, and stepped forward to admonish: "Emperor, we still have to investigate the matter of the Heavenly Judgment and the Moon God to the end, but in order to appease the creatures of the Six Realms, you still have to stand up as soon as possible, and take the root cause!" ”

"Please stand up as soon as possible!"

“………………”

Xuan Mo looked at the civil and military officials, and then looked at the several portraits in front of him, his face expressionless: "I'll talk about this matter later." ”

Canglin looked at his back as he was gone, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and this time, he also glanced at himself as he left, proving that his heart was shaken.

"Even if Shusha is more important to him than his own life, so what, he has forgotten it completely." Canglin crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, looking knowledgeable: "Emperor, what is standing in front of you now is me, your childhood sweetheart, yours, your first love." ”