The phantom of the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern swayed in front of Meng Juntong, and after a while, it gradually stabilized, and the ancient lamp was close to substance.

Meng Juntong looked at Xue Ying, who was out of place: "Xue Ying, next I am going to integrate your soul into your brother's dream medium, are you ready?"

Xue Ying was already ready, why didn't she rush to meet her brother with each other, she hadn't seen and heard her brother's conversation with her for more than two years, even if she had been reprimanded by her brother who couldn't listen to the most, she was so nostalgic at this time.

"I'm ready. Xue Ying clasped her hands into fists in front of her and made a prayerful appearance.

Meng Juntong nodded, and looked at Xue Ding again, Xue Ding had already sat quietly and condensed, waiting for Meng Juntong to perform the spell.

"Brother Xue, I'm going to start. Meng Juntong said.

Xue Ding hummed and nodded, although his expression was still very rigid, but there was really a little more joy and excitement between his eyebrows.

Meng Juntong pointed between Xue Ding's eyebrows.

"The common people have dreams to light the lamp, come!" Meng Juntong recited the mantra, and with a brush of his fingers, a light red light cluster was hooked out by her from between Xue Ding's eyebrows, and she saw that she triggered the red light cluster in front of the phantom of the Ming Soul Ancient Lantern in front of her, and directly put Xue Ding's dream medium into the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

Xue Ying had already come to Meng Juntong's side at this time.

"Xue Ying, if you enter your brother's dream, your brother will empathize with you. He will see your memories of all these years, and you should be careful to control your emotions so as not to affect the stability of your brother's dreams. ”

Dreaming is also a common method in the weaving of dreams.

Many times two acquaintances, or acquaintances, will have the same dream, and the next day when they wake up, the dreams of the two can be perfectly connected, as if they have experienced the same thing together in another world, and this situation is that the dreamweaver uses the technique of 'empathy and dreaming'.

And now Meng Juntong uses more empathy, which is to directly integrate one person's soul into another person's dream medium, and as long as he falls asleep in the future, he can meet the soul in his dream.

In fact, it is forbidden to carry out this form of dream weaving in Shaohua Dream City, which is quite suspected of disturbing the yin and yang of life and death, and at the same time affects the deceased's death and the forgetfulness of the living. But at the moment, apart from this trick, Meng Juntong really can't think of any other way to satisfy the obsession of the brother and sister.

Xue Ying nodded, she was not a very resentful person in the first place, although she died horizontally, but she had a heroic spirit in her chest, it may be because she has been practicing knives since she was a child, or it may be the reason why she has been with her brother all the year round, she believes in a sentence of life and death, and when she came to Qin State, entered Yangguan City, and even walked into Yangguan Taishou Mansion, this was her own choice.

As Xue Ding's dream medium entered the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, a flame rose from the ancient lamp.

Meng Juntong beckoned to Xue Ying: "Come on, Sakura." ”

Xue Ying nodded, and her body turned into a white mist, drifting towards the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp.

The crimson flame absorbed the white mist that Xue Ying had turned into, but the color gradually turned from dark to light.

Meng Juntong also slowly closed his eyes, put his divine sense into the Ming Soul Ancient Lamp, and began to read the soul weaving dream.

Reading the soul is Schrett's soul, but she finds that Schröding's will is quite tenacious, and what she can read by reading dreams is some of his daily memories, such as the daily past when he opened a blacksmith shop in a small town in Beiyan, and then there are traces of living with Xue Ying, as for other memories, it seems that they are all deeply hidden by him.

In Schröding's long river of memory, many memory light clusters are deep black, which can be called secrets that cannot be said, and they are the past that he is preparing to seal forever.

Meng Juntong didn't delve into those memories, as a dream weaver, he must also respect the privacy of every dream medium, if it is something they don't want outsiders to know, the dream weaver will generally not touch it easily, unless it is some special circumstances that are unavoidable, of course, this situation is rare.

Meng Juntong just wants Xue Ying and Xue Ding to meet in a dream now, so he doesn't need to break those black memories.

The surrounding scene changed rapidly, the long river of memories disappeared, and Meng Juntong turned into an inconspicuous passerby, standing on the streets of this Beiyan town.

In front of her was a dilapidated blacksmith shop, and in front of the shop hung a big banner with four big characters on it: 'Xuejia Iron Shop'.

You don't have to ask to know that this is the home of Xue Ding and Xue Ying when they were in Yan Kingdom before.

Look at the sky, the hour in the dream, it should be dusk.

There aren't many people on the streets, but the town doesn't look like a big town with a lot of fun.

Meng Juntong walked towards the Xue family's iron shop very casually.

There was also the sound of tinkling iron in the room.

Knocking lightly on the door, Schröding's calm and deep voice came from the room.

"Enter," the language is still concise and direct.

Meng Juntong pushed the door into the house, and saw Xue Dingzheng swinging a sledgehammer bare-chested, smashing a red-hot iron ingot unhurriedly, looking at the mold on the side, this should be hitting a farm tool.

Xue Ding looked up at Meng Juntong: "What do you need?"

"I want a knife!" Xue Ding was not Meng Juntong, but a little girl with pigtails sitting in the corner.

Meng Juntong recognized the girl at a glance, it was Xue Ying, but at this time, Xue Ying looked very young, she should only be twelve or thirteen years old, with some cherry fat on her face, and she looked angry, as if she was angry with her brother.

Xue Ding ignored her and once again cast an inquiring glance at Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong smiled faintly: "I want to fight a knife." ”

Xue Ding couldn't help but be stunned, looked Meng Juntong up and down, then turned his gaze, lowered his head and continued to do the work in his hands: "I'm sorry, my shop doesn't use weapons, you can go to another house and take a look." Schröding's words were indifferent, without the slightest warmth.

Meng Juntong looked at Xue Ying in the corner, and Xue Ying was also looking at her at this time.

At this time, Xue Ying was obviously just the Xue Ying in Xue Ding's memory, not the soul that entered the dream medium.

Meng Juntong smiled at the girl Xue Ying: "You also want a knife?"

The girl Xue Ying thought that Meng Juntong was laughing at her, so she stood up suddenly, put her hands on her waist and puffed out: "Don't underestimate people, I practice knives but ......"

"Xue Ying!" Xue Ding stopped her sternly, and then gave Meng Juntong an eviction order: "I'm sorry, I don't have anything you want to buy here, please go back." ”

Meng Juntong smiled and turned to leave.