The sky is full of stars, the lake is quiet without waves.

Xun Yi stood alone on the water, listening to the heavy and pleasant bell ringing.

Melodious and profound, with secret words from ancient times, praising the glory that has passed away.

"Where is this?" Xun Yi looked around. There were stars in the sky at a long quiet night, reflecting the bright light of the water. But there was no one around, and he was standing alone on the water.

Looking at the shadow on the lake, Xun Yi suddenly saw something was wrong.

Although the shadow under his feet looks exactly the same as himself, it is different from the blue-robed, barefoot self. The shadow is wearing a dark red robe, wrapped in chains, and sleeping at the bottom of the water.

"Is that another me?" Xun Yi suddenly felt suspicious, and unconsciously thought of the part of the memory he had lost. He bent down and subconsciously reached out to touch the water surface.

The water waves wrinkled, the light lake stirred up the waves, and the man at the bottom of the lake opened his eyes.

The scarlet eyes looked at Xun Yi, and the bell from ancient times came to an abrupt end. Instead, it was the sound of chains colliding. The man at the bottom of the lake slowly stretched out his hand, and countless chains collided around him, making his movements extremely difficult.

"You—" Xun Yi seemed to feel something, and reached into the lake to grab the hand.

But there was still a long distance between the two, and Xun Yi was lying on the water and couldn't reach the man at all.

The man seemed to see that his fingers moved slightly, and a ray of red light burst out from his fingers.

Firebirds spread their wings and rushed toward the lake from the dark and cold water.

The black water constantly weakened the body of the firebird. When it flew from the water to Xun Yi, the flames completely disappeared. A three-legged golden feathered sacred bird turned into white feathers, and a bird that looked like a crow kept crying around Xun Yi.

"Is this?" Xun Yi subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the white crow suddenly shook his wings and turned into countless white feathers and dissipated.

As the surrounding environment changed drastically, when I opened my eyes again, there was a seal in front of me like a talisman. Looking around, islands rose from the vast ocean. The talisman was above one of the desolate and barren islands.

Meng Tan Qianqiu's power opened, and a passage appeared under the talisman, taking Xun Yi to explore the sealed memory.

Suddenly, the divine seal radiated thousands of lights to force Xun Yi to retreat. This movement, many gods that existed in the dream and even the god who sealed the memory with his own hands was immediately touched.

The seventh level of heaven is the clear and clear Taiwei Heaven. In this day, the scenery clouds, candles, suns, nine lights of clouds, the innate wonderful energy exists forever, purple and green flowers change. The golden platform and jade towers are reflected, and the divine wood and Yao grass are everywhere. The upper reaches Xuan Ji, and the vital energy flows out of the five constant jades, and regulates the nine heavens and regulates yin and yang.

The heavens are precious because of the number of yang. On this seventh day, the energy of the heavens is circulated. Only the immortal and immortal saint can live here for a long time.

In one of the purple pill palaces, the great god who silently used his divine power to observe the heavens suddenly felt something, his eyes lowered, and he said to himself: "The mantra I put out was opened? No, this twin mantra blocked all the memories of both of them. Even if one person is strong, it is difficult to open the other half seal from the other end."

In observing the three realms, in addition to Xun Yi sleeping soundly in his big bed, there is another person sleeping on the ground in the wilderness, and he also dreams to find the memories he had lost.

There is a talisman between the two eyebrows, and the two talismans are like dragons and snakes, and the concave and order are arranged. Only when the two talismans are perfectly integrated can they be considered a real spiritual sealing magic spell. Only after the two talismans are combined can they be tried to expel them.

"Strange things, strange things, is it really a coincidence that the two of them used the technique of dreaming to spy on the past?" The great god calculated with his fingers, understood the truth of the universe, shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, although it was not the seal that was broken now, the number of days in the dark was decided, and there will be a joint effort to unblock the case in the past year." So, he did not strengthen the seal again, and sat down to watch Xun Yi and the other two dreamed to explore the secret.

Dreams are an extension of thinking. There is something to think about in the day and dream at night. In the dream world, there is a group of special gods managing the dreams of sentient beings. The dream gods are in the same line, and their leader is also an innate immortal great sage, the seventh heaven. However, he does not often live in Taiwei Tian, ​​but travels between the dream worlds of sentient beings and takes the power of sentient beings to create a mysterious holy realm of nothingness. In this holy realm, he leads a group of dream gods to manage the dreams of billions of creatures.

When Xun Yi entered his dream, there was a god in the dream world who felt it. He put down his pen: "Have someone obtained the Spirit Dream Art again?" The Spirit Dream Art is the inspiration in the dream, which can foresee the future and explore the past. If the lucky gods favor good people, then the dream gods most favored are these people with the power of "dream".

After reviewing the files, the goddess named Qianye saw Xun Yi's name and smiled and pulled out a piece of paper from another pile of copywriting.

This five-colored paper is exactly the dream of a girl, with the word "Ying Xiu" written on the corner.

"This girl fell into a dream and seemed to meet her lover? Since that's the case, I will have the beauty of adulthood." With a red pen, the red line forced the two to contact each other. Xun Yi was originally looking for his past memories, but was pulled by this red line and fell into another dream.

There was also a male god next to the goddess. He looked up and looked up: "A being with the power of spiritual dreams and the talent of spiritual dreams is good for us to spread messages to the outside world. Why are you trying to trouble him?" The male god is named Zhiqiu, and he was the dream god who was enlightened by the Lord of the Dream World when he created magical powers. And that magical power happened to be Xun Yiyong's "Dream Exploration Qianqiu".

Thinking about a little bit of love, Zhiqiu stretches out his hand, and before Xun Yi falls into another dream.

This is a dark cave, and there are constant crying sounds in the cave.

Xun Yi subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his body was completely uncontrollable. Moreover, his body was like a child at this time, staring at his little hands in a daze, and a stinging pain came from his heart.

Wait, is there already a heart attack at this time? Then, this time is...

"Brother, you are also your birthday on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?" Suddenly, a hand was stretched out from the side and patted Xun Yi on the shoulder.

The body turned around without control and spoke on his own: "So are you?" This is his childhood memory, consciousness attached to his body, watching himself in his childhood.

Turning his head, he saw a honest boy who seemed to be older than him. "The people present were all on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Looking around, there were no less than a dozen children sitting in this cave, including men and women.

The child Xun Yi said softly: "I am from Bingshen year, you are..."

"Meng Han from the Jiawu Year, get up! This kid is almost the same as you, both from the Bingshen year." The boy pointed to a boy wearing a green hat beside him: "Stop pretending, get up quickly."

The child named Meng Han opened his eyes, jumped up, and smiled and stretched out his hand to Xun Yi: "What a coincidence, I could have met someone born on the same year, month and day. My name is Meng Han, what is my brother's name?"

"The beginning of spring, the vast sea is endless?" Xun Yi hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand: "My name is Xun Yi."

"The changes of the sun and the moon?"

"That's right."

"It just so happens that Confucianism learns the way of Mencius and Xunxun. It seems that we are really destined to be together." Meng Han smiled and sat next to the child Xun Yi: "It's a pity that I don't think that nature is good. By the way, I was born at the beginning of the day, where are you?"

"Chen time."

Xun Yi silently looked at himself and this guy named Meng Han when he was a child.

"It seems that it is the boy I met not long ago? So, this time should be when I was abducted on a certain year's birthday?" Xun Yi calculated the time, and then gradually made a guess based on the interaction between the children in his dream. This should be what happened when he just finished his birthday when he was eight years old.

A group of children born on the Shangyuan Festival were abducted on the Shangyuan Festival and all gathered together. No matter how you look at it, it is not just a trafficking.

Xun Yi has been working in the City God Mansion these two days and has become more and more sensitive to these divine things. "Does he want to use these children for blood sacrifice?"

Continue to watch the children's interactions, and in the dark, more than a dozen children gather together to warm up.

"So it's my brother." Meng Han put his arms around. "I have a nickname called Tangyuan. Your adults wouldn't cheat your son like this. Give you a similar name, right?"

"Well, there is. Lantern Festival." Child Xun Yi whispered.

"Ahhh, sure enough, I knew! The adults in the world all looked the same!" Meng Han held his head with his hands and leaned against the wall: "It completely ignored how many people would laugh at his child in the future!"

The child Xun Yi seemed a little unfamiliar with the environment, and sat next to him silently without saying a word, but he resonated with what Meng Han said. Because of this nickname, he has been ridiculed many times since he was a child.

Suddenly Meng Han grabbed his little hand and looked serious: "Brother, remember! No matter what others say, this name is given by his parents, and even a nickname has its memorial significance." At the beginning, it was a bit serious, but the topic of the conversation changed: "But it doesn't matter if your parents and family names are called, but if outsiders want to call them casually, just slap them up."

"Beat someone?" The child Xun Yi seemed a little confused: "My father said, beating someone is not good."

"But they were humble and actually mentioned our taboos." Meng Han kept brainwashing the child Xun Yi and patted him heavily on his shoulders: "Don't be afraid, just beating him and giving him a lesson. Now no one around him dares to call me a nickname casually. This is not only for ourselves, but also for helping these bad kids get rid of their bad habits. So that they will not do this to others in the future. This is our obligation and responsibility."

The child Xun Yi listened blankly and nodded constantly.

Xun Yi covered his face and looked at Meng Han teaching me what he was like in childhood, and shouted in his heart: It turns out that I am so angry every time I get called someone by a nickname. Is this what you taught me?

Boom-

Just as Xun Yi wanted to continue watching, his dream was suddenly shattered by countless lights.

The fragmented dream gradually dissipated, and Xun Yi's consciousness was bounced away by the dream.

"Time is up?" Before leaving, Xun Yi glanced at him. In the dream fragments, you can still see Meng Han and his young self on the opposite side. On the other side of the dream, there is also a person being bounced away by the dream.

"It's you?" Meng Han and Xun Yi were both stunned. Meng Han's consciousness returned to its original body, but Xun Yi's consciousness was involved in another dream because of the red line of the goddess of the dream world.

In the wilderness, Meng Han opened his eyes: "Sure enough, my meeting with this guy should be when I was eight years old. So, where is my lost memory? That person named Boyang..."

I felt ache in my heart and I vaguely thought of something bad.

Looking at the burning fire in front of me, a shadow suddenly appeared under me: "Why, do you want to track down your memory?"

"I didn't understand when I was a child, but now I don't understand? There are only a few blood sacrifice rituals performed by children born on the Lantern Festival. It's nothing more than the birth of the evil god of blessings or the great filth and purifying evil mantra, or the use of these children to summon some evil spirits that should not exist." With the branches, Meng Han's face was as deep as water, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. "No matter which one it was, the person I controlled behind the scenes was not something I could provoke now."

"That's right, so don't be foolish. Your body is my future thing. I can't let you lose your body. Even if you want to die, you must protect your body. You'd rather be exhausted than keep your body for me."

"I understand, this is the deal you saved me. When I die, my body will be resurrected." Meng Han suddenly took action to put out the fire: "Forget it, I have enough rest. Let's go to Miao County. Qinglong City can't find anything. Yesterday I felt that the power of the evil gods in Miao County has grown stronger, and there should be some movement there."

"Miao County?" The evil ghost in the shadow looked silently at the direction of Miao County, and his soul was brought into Meng Han's body. There was something he didn't say, and on the other side of Miao County, he seemed to feel a familiar force, as if he was a fellow disciple of his.
Chapter completed!