Chapter 111 Dream of Memories

"Yuan...ying..."

Carefully distinguishing that the two words spit out of the green corpse are indeed "Yuan Ying".

Yuan Ying... is a very familiar word, but I can't remember when I heard of it.

"What is 'Yuan Ying'?" The mirror asked and gently moved to the green corpses that were no longer chasing them.

"Master!" The little emperor grabbed his clothes anxiously, "Please don't go over, it's dangerous!"

The mirror smiled gently and touched Xiaohuang's fine and soft hair. "It doesn't matter. He won't hurt me."

What's more, isn't it just a corpse?

Despite Xiaohuang's advice, the mirror walked to the green body, and the dull eyes of the body were reflection of the approaching figure of the mirror, which also became a trace of brilliance.

A sudden illusion.

"What's your name? Do you know me?" The mirror asked.

"Yuan...ying..."

The body opened slightly, and its mouth, which had not been opened for many years, emitted a dizzying stench, just saying these two words gently.

"Is 'Yuan Ying' your name?" The mirror continued to ask.

"Yuan...Ying..." And what he answered was still these two words.

"Ha ha..." The mirror smiled bitterly, "I really can't understand what these two words mean. Do you don't understand what I'm saying, or don't you want to tell me what these two words mean at all? If you want to tell me but can't say it, try to tell me in other ways!"

The body did not say those two words this time, and its stiff head turned slightly, as if thinking about what the mirror was talking about.

After a long time, a bright green light lit up from the body's stomach, and the light gradually rose until it reached the body's throat, the body opened its mouth slightly, and a watermelon-sized green light ball popped out of his mouth.

"What is this?" The mirror didn't think deeply at all, so he opened his hand to catch the light ball.

"Master! Don't!" The little emperor behind him couldn't help rushing over and knocked the mirror. "This is a dream bred by this corpse with the resentment that he hasn't retreated for many years!" Don't touch it!"

"Dream?" The mirror asked puzzledly, "What kind of dream?"

"It's a dream of memory," Xiaohuang replied, "please don't touch it, because if you walk into this dream, you may not be able to come out!"

"Is it a memory..." Jing muttered, "However, I'm also curious about my completely blank childhood memory."

With that, the mirror showed a somewhat yearning smile and picked up the dream behind him, "Thank you, little emperor. It's just that I really want to know what happened before.

"Master!"

The little emperor still wanted to stop him, but the mirror had touched the light sphere suspended in mid-air, and the fluorescent green dream opened, and the next moment, the mirror disappeared into the little emperor's sight.

After the quiet teenager in the dream appeared in the faint green mountains, no one knew what he was doing all day. He seemed to have nothing to do.

is to walk around, sit on each hill for a while, and then get up to the next mountain.

The green creature that has been following him also seems to have nothing to say or do, following the teenager from one hill to another.

Is this a silent dream? The mirror thought so until the teenager finally opened his mouth.

"Mountain ghost, don't hide!" The teenager seems to be very angry.

He turned around and looked at the green creature, which seemed to be afraid to touch his eyes and immediately blocked the newly picked red and white flowers in front of him.

"If you hide from me again, I will leave Zhaoyao Mountain!" The teenager said.

Hmm? This is Zhaoyao Mountain. The mirror thought, if that teenager was himself, could he have lived in Zhaoyao Mountain before?

"Yuan... Ying..." The green creature known as the "mountain ghost" finally opened its mouth, and it was still these two words.

Now the mirror confirms that this mountain ghost is the green corpse you just saw.

"You are finally willing to talk to me!" The teenager sat by the stream, took off his straw shoes and washed his feet, "Come here! Sit next to me!"

He said to the mountain ghosts who were still hiding behind him.

The mountain ghost hesitated for a long time before slowly moving to his side and sitting down, staring at him motionlessly.

"Hey, you don't know, I went to the desert a month ago!" The teenager's eyes flashed, "I ate dry cakes and beef soup there!"

"Don't...go...Yuan...Ying..." The mountain ghost stulted and said such words, and it seemed difficult for him to speak.

"Impossible!" The teenager shook his head, "I said I would travel everywhere. What's the point of staying in Zhaoyao Mountain all day!"

The mountain ghost lowered his head and looked a little uneasy. After a long time, he slowly said, "I can...can... let Zhaoyao Mountain... take you... to play..."

"I don't want it!" The teenager smiled and said, "If the others on the mountain find that the mountain suddenly moved, they must be scared to death."

Is this the reason why the mountain is moving? The mirror finally understood.

The water is gurgling, the wind is blowing, and the dream is switching.

When the mountain ghost appeared in front of the mirror again, he was already covered with wounds.

What's going on?

Even so, the mountain ghost still held the sword that seemed to cause scars on his body, and the mirror was shocked, because the sword was the sword in his hand!

The sword held by the mountain ghost sent out "Cen! Cen!" The sound seemed to be unwilling to hold it. It kept cutting the body of the mountain ghost. The mountain ghost gritted its teeth and endured the pain, but still did not let go.

"I want to... give you to Yuan Ying..." The mountain ghost said, "I want to use you... to protect him..."

The mirror's heart trembled and looked down at the sword in his hand... This sword was given to him by the mountain ghost?

Suddenly, other people appeared in the dream. They wore the clothes of Taoist priests and rushed into this place full of swords. They all took out their swords and pointed them at the mountain ghosts.

"Mountain Ghost! Stop the swaying mountain!" The leading Taoist priest said so.

"Yuan Ying... wants to play..." When the mountain ghost saw so many people, he seemed to be a little scared and replied with a shrinking back.

"For the sake of a teenager, you make the whole mountain move!" The Taoist priest roared and cut at the mountain ghost with the sword in his hand, but the mountain ghost did not hide and went straight to the sword.

Then, other Taoist priests also came to attack the mountain ghost with swords, and their messy footsteps pierced the eardrums of the mirror.

"Fool..." The buried memory gradually surfaced. Looking at all this, I didn't know how to stop it.

Because it's just a dream.

It can't be the past.

For the next thing, the mirror can all be connected.

He came back from nowhere, looked for the mountain ghost, found this place, and took away the sword that the mountain ghost had exchanged for his life.

As for why the mountain ghost appeared in the cracks of the wall, it may be made by the Taoist priests.

Later, he didn't find the mountain ghost, so he left Zhaoyao Mountain. On his way to Wuguo, he encountered mountain thieves. He was seriously injured by them and lost his memory. He met His Majesty's mother, saved him, took him to the palace, and established a contract to protect Yin Sheng's life.

But I don't know that many years ago, someone guarded him so much.

The shadow smiled and couldn't let the water droplets in his eyes fall.

This dream also reminded him of more things.

For example, Jing Yuanying.

He is not without a name. He doesn't know where he came from and who his parents are, but he has always inherited the surname "Mirror" and the name "Yuan Ying".

He also remembered the man who grew up with his majesty. It turned out that their background was equally not simple.

The imperial concubine is really good at choosing people.

......

In the secret room, the mirror disappeared in the dream, leaving the little emperor and the mountain ghost looking at each other.

The little emperor stared at him fiercely, as if warning him that if he couldn't come out of the mirror, scratch him with his cat paws!

No, he is dead, so use his cat's claws to let him die again!

But the mountain ghost still opened his innocent and godless eyes and looked at the little emperor motionlessly.

"Oh..." The little emperor sighed, "Well, you are the thing that appears in the owner's memory!"

The mountain ghost did not answer him.

"I have read the master's dream, and I know that although the master doesn't know why he lost his memory, you have been deeply sealed in his mind." The little emperor felt that this thing should not hurt him, so he approached him a little, "Do you love him?"

This time, the mountain ghost seemed to understand what the little emperor was saying, and his stiff body actually moved.

"But... you are dead," said the little emperor. "If you die, you can't continue to protect your master in broad daylight. Besides, the master is going to fight with your majesty now... The master also has someone he loves and wants to protect forever. That person is your majesty.

The mountain ghost must have understood what he was saying, because his body trembled violently like freezing.

"There are also people who love him and will protect him all his life," the little emperor looked straight into the eyes of the mountain ghost. "That's me!"

The mountain ghost's eyes finally seemed to have some color, and he turned his head slightly to look at the little emperor.

"So, can you please let the master and I leave here safely?" The little emperor sincerely pleaded, "I will protect my master for you!"

He was silent again for a long time, and then the mountain ghost slowly opened his mouth, "Mountain... vein..."

"Hmm?" Xiaohuang listened carefully. The master is looking for the mountains. Maybe this person knows something?

"River... Plaon... Terrier..."

"Hey? Stream? Platycodon?" The little emperor asked puzzledly.

"Guardian...Yuan...Ying..." The mountain ghost said four more words.

"I know, I will protect my master!" The little emperor said, "What do you mean by 'stream, Platycodon' just now?"

The mountain ghost did not answer and was silent for a while. His ugly and frightening face actually showed a more frightening smile.

The little emperor was shocked and was about to ask you why he was laughing when he saw that the foot of the mountain ghost was dying!

Then, from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, it gradually blurred into green smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mountain ghost disappeared in front of the little emperor!

"Ah! Don't go! I still don't know what that sentence means!" The little emperor waved his hands to try to keep the mountain ghost, but in vain.

The little emperor sat on the ground depressively, looked at the green dream in front of him, which was about to be locked, and said to himself, "Master, come out quickly!"