The sky is full of stars, and there are no waves in the quiet lake.

Xun Yi stood alone on the water, listening to the heavy and melodious bells ringing.

Melodious and profound, with the secret words of ancient times, singing the glory of the past.

"Where is this?" Xun Yi looked around, there were stars in the long and lonely night, reflecting the sparkling waves on the water. But there was no one around, only he stood alone on the water.

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

Although the shadow under his feet looks exactly the same as himself, it is different from his barefoot self in Tsing Yi. The shadow was dressed in dark red robes, wrapped in chains, and slept under the water.

"Is that another me?" Xun Yi was suspicious, unconsciously thinking of the part of his lost memory, leaning down, and subconsciously reaching out to touch the water.

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

The scarlet eyes and Xun Yi looked at each other, and the bell from the ancient times stopped abruptly. Instead, there was the sound of chains colliding, and the man at the bottom of the lake slowly stretched out a hand, and countless chains collided around him, making it extremely difficult to move.

"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 couldn't reach the person when he was lying on the water.

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

The firebird spreads its wings and rushes from the dark and icy waters to the surface of the lake.

The black water continued to weaken the size of the firebird, and when it flew from the water to Xun Yi's side, the flames disappeared completely, and a three-legged golden feather divine bird turned into white feathers, like a crow-like flying bird, constantly crying around Xun Yi.

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

With the surrounding environment changing greatly, when he opened his eyes again, there was a seal in front of him. Looking around, islands rose from the vast sea. The sigil was over one of the desolate and barren islands.

The power of the dream probe Qianqiu opened, and a passage appeared under the talisman seal, taking Xun Yi to explore the sealed memory.

Suddenly, the divine seal emitted ten thousand rays of light and forced Xun Yi to retreat. This movement made many gods existing in the dream realm and even the god who sealed the memories with his own hands suddenly feel it.

The heavenly realm, the seventh heaven, the pure void is too small the heaven. In this day, the Jingyun Candle Day, the nine lights of the glow, the innate wonderful qi lasts forever, and the purple void and Qinghua are changing. Jintai jade building reflects each other, and the sacred trees and Yao grass are all over. Shangtong Xuanji, the vitality of the five constants of the jade balance, the nine heavens and the adjustment of yin and yang.

The heavens are precious to the number of yang, and this seventh day runs the qi of the heavens, and only the immortal and immortal innate great saints can live here for a long time.

In one of the Zidan Divine Palaces, the great god who observed the heavens with his divine power suddenly felt something, his eyes lowered, and he said to himself: "The original spell was opened? No, this twin spell seals the memories of the two of them, even if one person's strength is strong, it is difficult to open the other half of the seal from the other end." ”

Looking at the Three Realms, in addition to Xun Yi sleeping soundly on his big bed, there was another person sleeping on the ground in the barren mountains and mountains, also dreaming to find the memories he had missed.

There is a talisman seal in the center of the eyebrows of the two people, and the two talismans walk the dragon and snake, concave and convex and orderly, only after the two talismans are perfectly fused can they be regarded as the real spirit sealing spell. It is only by combining the two spells together that you can manage to get rid of them.

"Strange thing, strange thing, is it really such a coincidence, the two of them snooped on the past at the same time with the technique of dreaming?" The great god pinched his fingers, understood what was going on, shook his head and sighed: "That's it, although it is not broken now, but the number of days in the dark is predetermined, and there will be a concerted effort to unseal it in the future and end the case in the past." So, he didn't reinforce the seal again, and sat back and watched Xun Yi and the two of them go into a dream and explore the secret.

Dreams are an extension of the mind. Think about it day and dream night night. In the dream world, there is a group of special gods who manage the dreams of living beings. The leader of the Oneiroi line is also an innate immortal great sage, and he is the seventh heaven. However, he does not often live in the Taiwei Heaven, but travels between the dreams of all beings, using the mental power of all beings to create a mysterious holy realm that is nothing and nothing. In this holy realm, lead a group of Oneiroi gods to manage the dreams of billions of living beings.

When Xun Yi fell into a dream, there was a god in the dream world who felt it, and put down the pen in his hand: "Has anyone obtained the art of reimu again?" The art of reimu is the inspiration of dreams, which can foresee the future and explore the past. If the gods of good fortune favor good people, then the gods of dreams favor the most people who have the power to "dream".

Looking through the archives, the goddess named Chiba saw Xun Yi's name, seemed to smile, and pulled out a piece of paper from another pile of copywriting.

In this five-colored piece of paper, it happens to be a dream made by a young girl, and the word "Yingxiu" is written on the corner.

"This girl is dreaming, it seems to be to meet her lover? With a tick of the pen, the red line forcibly connected the two, Xun Yi was looking for his past memories, but he was pulled by this red line and fell into another dream.

There was also a male god next to the goddess, and he looked up: "An existence with the power of spiritual dreams, with the talent of psychic dreams, it is good for us to communicate with the outside world, why are you tossing him?" This male god's name is Zhiqiu, and he is the dream god who was casually ignited when the master of the dream world created the supernatural power. And that magic power happens to be Xun Yi's "Dream Exploration Thousand Autumns".

Thinking about a little affection, Zhiqiu stretched out his hand a little and went to another dream before Xun Yi fell into a dream.

It was a dark cave, and there was a constant sound of crying in the cave.

Xun Yi subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his body was completely uncontrollable. And at this time, his body was like a child, looking at his little hands in a daze, and there was a tingling pain in his heart.

Wait, is there already a heart disease at this time? So, what time is ......

"Brother, you are also the fifteenth birthday of the first lunar month?" suddenly stretched out a hand next to him and patted Xun Yi on the shoulder.

The body turned back uncontrollably and spoke on its own: "Are you too?" This is a memory of his childhood, his consciousness attached to his body, watching his childhood self act.

Turning his head, he saw a simple boy who seemed to be older than him. "Everyone present is the birthday of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. ”

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

The child Xun Yi said softly: "I am Bingshennian, you are ......"

"The first year of the year. Meng Han, get up! This kid is similar to you, both of them are in the year of Bingshen. The boy pointed to a boy in a small blue hat beside him: "Don't pretend, get up." ”

The kid named Meng Han opened his eyes, jumped up, and stretched out his hand to Xun Yi with a smile: "It's a coincidence, I can actually meet someone who was born in the same year, month, and day." My name is Meng Han, what's my brother's name?"

"At the beginning of Meng Chun, the sea is endless?" Xun Yi hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand: "My name is Xun Yi." ”

"The change of the sun and the moon?"

"That's right. ”

"Coincidentally, Confucianism and the way of Meng Xun, it seems that the two of us are really fateful. Meng Han smiled and sat next to the child Xun Yi: "It's a pity that I don't think sex is good." By the way, I was born when I was a son, and at the beginning of the day, what about you?"

"Tatsushi. ”

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

"It seems to be the boy I saw not long ago?So, this point in time should be my birthday in a certain year?" Xun Yi calculated the time, and then gradually had a guess based on the interaction of the children in the dream. This is supposed to have happened just after my birth when I was eight years old.

A group of children born in the Shangyuan Festival were abducted on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, and they all gathered together, no matter how you look at it, it is not a simple abduction.

Xun Yi has been working in the City God Mansion for the past two days, and he has become more and more sensitive to these things that the gods are chattering about. "Do you want to use these children for blood sacrifices?"

Continue to watch the interaction of the children, and in the darkness more than a dozen children huddle together.

"That's my brother. Meng Han hooked his shoulders and back. "I have a nickname called Tangyuan, your adults won't cheat their sons like this, and give you a similar name, right?"

"Well, there is. Lantern Festival. The child Xun Yi whispered.

"Ahh

The child Xun Yi seemed to be a little unfamiliar with the environment, and sat silently next to him without saying a word, but he resonated with what Meng Han said. Because of this nickname, he has been ridiculed a lot 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, even if it is a nickname, it has its commemorative significance." At first, the words were a little serious, but then the words changed: "But it doesn't matter what your parents and family call you, but if outsiders want to call them casually, you can just slap them in the face." ”

"Beating people?" the child Xun Yi seemed to be a little incomprehensible: "Father said that beating people is not good. ”

"But they were the ones who made the mistake of mentioning our taboos. Meng Han kept brainwashing the child Xun Yi, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, it's just a beating to teach a lesson, now no one around the children dares to call me by my nickname." It's not just for ourselves, it's for helping these bad kids get rid of their bad habits. It is our duty and duty not to do this to others in the future. ”

The child Xun Yi listened stunned and nodded.

Xun Yi covered his face, watched Meng Han teach himself these things when he was a child, and shouted in his heart: Dare to love me every time I am called by a nickname, this is what you taught?

Boom –

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

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

"Is the time?" Before leaving, Xun Yi glanced at it. In the dream fragment, you can also see Meng Han and his young self opposite. On the other side of the dream, there was also a person who was catapulted away by the dream.

"Is it you?" Meng Han and Xun Yi were stunned for a moment, Meng Han's consciousness returned to its original body, but Xun Yi's consciousness was involved in another dream because of the red thread of the dream goddess.

In the wilderness, Meng Han opened his eyes: "Sure enough, my meeting with this guy should be the eight-year-old Shangyuan Festival? So, my lost memories are also there......?"

There was a pain in my heart, and I vaguely thought of something bad.

Looking at the burning fire in front of him, a grimace suddenly appeared under the shadow: "What, you want to trace your memory?"

"When I was a child, I didn't understand it, but I still don't understand it? There are only a few blood sacrifice rituals performed with children born on the Yuan Festival. It is nothing more than the birth of the evil god of good fortune, or the great defilement and purification of evil spells, or the use of these children to summon some evil that should not exist. Taking a branch to stir the fire, Meng Han's face sank like water, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. "Either way, the person behind the control is not what I can provoke now. ”

"That's right, so don't be stupid, your body is my future. I can't let you lose your body. Even if you want to die, you have to protect your body, and you have to keep it for me if you want to be gone. ”

"Understand, this is the deal you made to save me in the first place. When I die, the body is for you to rise again. Meng Han suddenly put out the fire: "Forget it, 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 over there in Miao County was growing, and there should be movement over there. ”

"Miao County?" The evil ghost in the shadow silently looked in the direction of Miao County, and his soul was in Meng Han's body. There was something he didn't say, on the side of Miao County, he seemed to feel a familiar force, as if it was one of his classmates.

"If possible, it may not be impossible to kill Meng Han by his hand and bring me back to life. ”