"Okay, Uncle Lang, let's go to Longming Mountain." After saying to Lang Songpu, Mo Wuwen walked to the motorcyclist.

"Impossible, impossible, why does he always appear in my dreams~~" The motorcyclist shook his head and said.

Mo Wuwen pointed to Lang Songpu and said to the motorcyclist, "Maybe you have seen Uncle Lang, and inadvertently his appearance exists in your memory, and then appears in your dreams." Don't think about it too much, how can people remember the events of their previous lives, doesn't it mean that they forget all the memories of their previous lives after drinking Meng Po soup? ”

"But it's impossible for me to keep dreaming over and over again." The motorcyclist looked at the end of the puzzled look.

"This is my mobile phone number, if there are any dreams next time, you look for me." Mo Wuwen took the pen and paper from He Tiankun's hand, wrote down the mobile phone number, and handed it to the motorcyclist.

The motorcyclist, who calmed down a little, thought that if the other party was held responsible, he would be better off by smashing people with stones, and it would be better to turn big things into small things and small things into nothing. So he took the note, looked at it, and said, "At the end, no, smell, you are unheard." I'm Lei Le~"

"Thunderle. When did you start dreaming about this Republic of China period? Mo Wuwen asked.

Lei Le put the note in his pocket and recalled the events of that day (Lei Le is a long-distance runner and suddenly had a whim to run up Longming Mountain. So he rode his motorcycle to the foot of Longming Mountain, and then ran up the mountain.

When he ran halfway up the mountain, Lei Le saw a strange thing, there were dark clouds floating in the blue sky, which were particularly conspicuous, like a black crow scurrying out of the white snow. In the blink of an eye, a dark cloud suddenly flew towards him, flying quickly above Lei Le's head. Suddenly, it was dark, Lei Le couldn't see anything, and was taken aback, and accidentally stepped on the air and fell down the hill.

Lei Le, who fell to the ground, suddenly appeared in front of him, a man wearing a military uniform during the Northern Expedition held a pistol and pointed it at his head. When Lei Le woke up, the sky was clear again, and there were no white clouds, so he didn't have any dark clouds at all.

Lei Le touched his head and stood up, thinking that it might be the footage of which TV series appeared in his mind, and he didn't care, Lei Le didn't feel pain in his muscles and bones when he moved, but he didn't have the heart to run anymore, so he turned back and went down the mountain.

But when he slept at night, Lei Le had a dream, dreaming not only of being shot, but also that the person who killed him was Company Commander Qin, who had a personal vendetta. Dream has always been entrenched in Lei Le's heart. And what's even more frightening is that Lei Le, who has two heads in three days, will repeat that dream as soon as he sleeps, and the dream always wakes up when he is killed by Qin Lian's spear.

The trance-like Lei Le was so decadent that he could only use smoking and drinking to numb himself, and it wasn't until he saw Lang Songpu today that he knew that the Qin Company Commander in his nightmare every day really had this person. ）

"It's dark clouds again~" Mo Wuwen said thoughtfully, interrupting Lei Le's memories.

"I don't hear it, how can it be a dark cloud again. Have you seen that sudden cloud? Lei Le asked anxiously.

"What shape is the cloud? Rayle. ”

"Dark clouds like ~~" Lei Le frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Like a monkey." ”

"Yonghe!" Li Xiaomai and Li Xiaohe screamed in unison.

"What Yonghe?" Lei Le looked at Li Xiaomai and them strangely,

"It's nothing, Yonghe is the legendary god of disaster." Mo Wuwen explained in the simplest words.

"What kind of god of calamity, what are you looking for me? I'm not a big deal. Lei Le hung his head helplessly.

"In this life, you Lei Le is an ordinary person, who knows if your previous life was a big man who stood up to the sky. Maybe it's a general, maybe it's a writer, or maybe it's a skilled craftsman. ”

"I can't care so much, I just want to be able to sleep well and not have that nightmare again."

"Thunderle. Before you go home, buy some ginger, preferably grind it into powder to make a pillow, if not, buy a few packets of ginger slices and put them next to the pillow, maybe you won't have nightmares again. Mo Wuwen thought for a while and said. ，

"Okay, unheard. Then I'll go first~" Lei Le left in disbelief, and he didn't look at Lang Songpu when he left.

"Master, Yonghe is everywhere. Could it all be that the monkey did it, and what did he mean by doing it? Li Xiaomai scratched his head and said.

Could it be that Yonghe deliberately wanted to cause panic in the world, if everyone remembered how many grievances and hatreds they had in their previous lives. It's no wonder that the world isn't chaotic like that, don't you think? Xu Ye said.

"Unheard. Then I'm going to buy some ginger slices to make pillows for my dad? Lang Ruoruo thought that ginger slices could make Lei Le no longer have nightmares, so would it also allow his father to erase the memories of thousands of years ago.

"Try it, I don't know if it works. Lei Le just dreamed of a past, but Uncle Lang was a memory of a whole life. Let's go to the place where Longming Mountain fell to see if we can send back Uncle Lang's memories from thousands of years ago. ”

"Unheard. Lei Le: When he met the dark clouds in Longming Mountain, it was daytime, so Yonghe could only implant fragmentary memories for him, and Uncle Lang met Yonghe at night, so he had all the memories of his previous life, isn't that so? Xu Ye continued.

"No matter when he Yonghe comes, he has already been defeated by the master twice!" Li Xiaomai said proudly.

"What, you beat Yonghe twice!" Lang Ruoruo listened to their conversation and roughly knew how powerful Yonghe was, and looked at Mo Wuwen with incredible eyes.

"I, Uncle Lang, Xiaomai, Xiaohe. The four of us went up to Longming Mountain, if you and Lao He, if the girl, you and Lao He, Brother Xu are waiting for us at the foot of the mountain. Mo Wuwen casually ate a few bites of takeaway, and did not reply directly to Lang Ruoruo.

"Be careful. I won't go up the mountain to cause trouble for you~" He Tiankun also put down his chopsticks and said.

On the way He Tiankun sent them to Longming Mountain, he bought several catties of ginger at the farmers' market next to the street and asked Mo Wuwen to bring them, thinking that they might be able to use it.

In the afternoon, the sun is shining on Longming Mountain, the flowers are red and the trees are green, and there is no weird atmosphere. Lang Songpu walked to the place where he had fallen, pointed to the stump on the hillside, looked at Mo Wuwen and said, "Did I jump down from here and fall again, hit the stump, and then throw out the memory of a thousand years?" ”

Mo Wuwen pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll go down and have a look alone." ”

"Master, I'll go with you." Li Xiaomai reacted quickly and immediately took a step towards the hillside, but accidentally stepped into the air. Li Xiaomai fell down the hill with a thud, and hit the stump of the big tree with a thud.

Suddenly, a dark cloud rushed from the sky, swooping towards Li Xiaomai, buzzing celadon and emitting green light. Mo Wuwen immediately took out the celadon piece with his right hand and slashed at the dark clouds, and his left hand also hurriedly took out the demon refining pot and swiped it towards the dark clouds.

The sound of the boom was partly in the dark clouds, and the air exploded into tiny clouds, and before the end of the silence could be relieved, it was sprinkled towards Li Xiaomai like a rapid wind and rain. Mo Wuwen hurriedly sucked the dark clouds with the demon refining pot, but the dark clouds were broken into pieces too much, and the demon refining pot couldn't absorb it all at once.

Seeing that the dark cloud fragments were about to stick to Li Xiaomai, Li Xiao threw the bag of ginger pieces in his hand between him.

There was a puff and puff, and the fragments of the dark clouds all hit the plastic bag containing the ginger slices, and they fell to the ground one after another. Mo Wuwen immediately pointed the demon refining pot at the dark cloud fragment, and swished to suck the dark cloud fragment into the demon refining pot.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky shaped like monkeys rolled in mid-air, turning into lightning bolts and sweeping towards the end of the sky.

Li Xiaomai, who was swaying, stood up and said, "Just now I seemed to be fighting the enemy on the battlefield on a horse and holding a gun, but I had a vague feeling, and I couldn't remember where and who were fighting. ”

"It should be Yonghe who wants to stuff the memory of his previous life to you, so that the ginger block thrown by Xiaohe is blocked." Mo Wuwen looked at the sky, and the dark clouds had long since disappeared.

"Nothing, then I'll lie on the stump. You hit me with ginger and see if you can get rid of my memories of a thousand years ago. Lang Songpu thought that the ginger slices could block the memories that the dark clouds forced on Li Xiaomai, and maybe it would be effective for him.

"Is this okay?"

"Unheard. Try it, it's a big deal that I'm suffering a little bit of flesh and skin, and I'm thankful that I can get rid of the memories of a thousand years ago. Come on~" Lang Songpu jumped down the hillside and rushed to the big tree stump before his words fell, and the sound of Lang Songpu hit the village stump solidly.

The humming celadon shards trembled rapidly, and the distant dark clouds swooped down from the sky. At the moment when the green mang came into contact with the dark clouds, the sound of the black clouds shattered into pieces like rain and struck at Lang Songpu.

Mo Wuwen hurriedly picked up a plastic bag full of ginger and threw it at Lang Songpu, but the action was too violent, causing Mo Wuwen to almost fall down the hill with one foot in the air. Li Xiaomai was in a hurry and grabbed Mo Wuwen, and Mo Wuwen stood still, but the celadon piece that he held in his hand and shone with green mangs flew up and smashed on Lang Songpu's head impartially.

The cloud fragments were still slopping and sliding off the plastic bag containing the ginger pieces, so that Mo Wuwen was all in the demon refining pot.

"Who are you?" Lang Songpu rubbed his face that was hurt by the ginger block, and looked at Mo Wuwen who came over to pick up the porcelain pieces inexplicably.

"Uncle Lang?" Mo Wuwen saw that Lang Songpu didn't know him, and wondered if it would be if the celadon piece would knock Lang Songpu's memory of a thousand years ago out of his head.

"You know me?" Lang Songpu asked in surprise about Doomsday.

"I'm Kong Guicheng's nephew, and I saw you collecting fish when I was helping him. Uncle Lang. Mo Wuwen thought that Lang Songpu had not only forgotten the memories of a thousand years ago, but might also have forgotten things related to the memories of a thousand years ago, so he made up a reason.

"How could I have fallen on a hillside? And whose bag of ginger nuggets belongs to? Hey, my memory is getting worse and worse, little brother, thank you for coming and saving me, I'm fine~~" Lang Songpu stood up and stretched his muscles, but he still looked at the bag of ginger nuggets in confusion.

"I don't know about this, we are climbing mountains to do sports, and when I see you fall downhill, I will come down and take a look. Are you okay? Do you want us to send you down the mountain? Uncle Lang. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I can walk down the hill by myself without falling." Lang Songpu endured a little pain and walked up the hill, and kept looking back at the big tree and said.

"Then let's continue to go up the mountain, you better go down the mountain early." Mo Wuwen glanced at Li Xiaomai and Li Xiaohe, and hurriedly walked up the mountain.