Ding Xiaoyi was dumbfounded. This yellowed photo had obviously been preserved for some time.
In the photo, I have a bright smile on my face, and even the eyes of the unsmiling guards show traces of happiness.
But I had no impression at all.
"Is it possible that I have been here before when I was a child? From the photos, it seems that I have been here more than once??"
In a daze, he couldn't help but think deeply. The photo didn't match his memory at all.
This means that either the photo is fake or the memory has been erased.
Looking at the photo in his hand and the various toys in the room, Ding Xiaoyi felt that the latter was more likely.
This is not difficult to understand. Grandpa’s diary is full of fragments that have been harmonized.
I still don’t know exactly what the harmonized content is inside.
And all this was probably done by the emperor, and he deliberately guided himself to approach this room and discover this memory.
It's just that I can't figure out the reason for doing this.
With all kinds of doubts, Ding Xiaoyi drank all the wine in the flask, opened the door and walked towards the top of the mountain.
With this handsome and happy outfit on his body and a pot of warm wine in his belly, Ding Xiaoyi no longer feels so cold even when facing the chaotic flying snow in front of him.
The pace also became brisk, all the way to the top.
The palace building sitting on the top of the dragon has only one palace, one garden and one pine tree.
Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the pine tree.
I saw this ancient pine stained with white frost, standing tall and tall on the edge of the cliff, more than ten meters high. The green pine leaves were surrounded by vigorous life energy, which could be felt from a long distance away.
until it is extremely vigorous.
There are shining golden pine cones on the tree. The flesh of the pine cones is full and bright red, and from time to time the golden clouds shine brightly.
Isn't this the same ghost pine nut that I salvaged from the underworld?
The one that was fished out of the underworld was much different from the one on the pine tree in front of you, and it was nowhere near as charming and attractive.
"Hmm...it must be delicious!"
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think that, of course, even if he had ten more courage, he wouldn't dare to pay attention to these pine nuts.
This is the true form of Old Man Guisong. If he has the ability of a three-handed squirrel, he will probably be noticed by Old Man Guisong before he even reaches out.
Withdrawing his gaze and looking at the flickering lights in the hall in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and strode to the front of the hall.
Before he could speak, the palace door in front of him was slowly opened.
"come in!"
The emperor's voice came from the hall. Ding Xiaoyi walked towards the hall with his head lowered and quickly scanned the surrounding area.
I saw that this quaint palace was not as splendid as I imagined. What caught my eye were rows of old shelves, with no other features except for the piles of messy books and thick dust.
The only light in the palace was the oil lamp in front of the Emperor's jade table.
The emperor under the light was only wearing a blue robe, with angular cheeks and straight eyebrows. He stared at the document in front of him with his deep eyes. He raised his ink pen and lightly sketched it a few times before throwing it aside.
Then he raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. His easy-going expression was very different from the calm and authoritative expression in the hall, where he was wearing a dragon robe and an imperial crown.
The emperor in front of him was as friendly as a big brother next door.
Speaking of changes, it doesn't stop there. For example, the emperor has lost a lot of weight recently...well, it must be because he is too busy.
"Does the wine taste good?" the emperor asked.
"Delicious!" Ding Xiaoyi lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the underworld master, but he was more sure of his thoughts. It seemed that the emperor was deliberately reminding himself of the memories he had lost before.
Since the emperor intends to do this, he shouldn't pretend to be confused because he understands, and there will definitely be no harm if he cooperates obediently.
So he took the initiative and asked: "Excuse me, Great Emperor, is this photo..."
He took out the photo and put it in his hand.
The emperor took one look and smiled and said, "I took the photo. I think my technique is pretty good."
"Er..."
Ding Xiaoyi's face was filled with embarrassment and he thought: Why am I asking this? What I'm asking is why I'm here.
But he still hurriedly flattered me: "If you hadn't told me, I would have thought this was taken by a certain camera master. It's so artistic."
"Glib tongue!" Dadi said and stood up from the futon. This time he didn't circle around anymore and looked at him, as if he saw the naughty ghost from his childhood coming back.
"Back then, your grandpa often took you to play. You ran around and hid around, which made my guards miserable. Every time you came, they would make their old bones moan in pain."
The Emperor said as he walked to the messy shelves, as if rummaging for something.
Ding Xiaoyi stood in front of the table without moving, his eyes wandering around, and he quickly glanced at the piles of copywriting on the table.
It's just that I didn't see the list Bai Tang mentioned.
"Where did you put it...hey, is this it?"
The emperor saw a box and opened it. He was startled when he saw a sexy black silk dress in the box. He immediately closed the box.
He glanced back at Ding Xiaoyi and made sure that the boy saw nothing before continuing to search.
"Should be this!"
Soon the emperor found a box in a corner again. After opening the box slightly to confirm that it was correct, he walked over with the box and placed it on the table again.
After opening the box in front of Ding Xiaoyi, he saw a jade tiger inside.
"This is the toy I gave you as a gift. You use it to smash walnuts every day."
"Er..."
He took a look at the tiger in the box. The tiger was lying prone on the ground vividly, with its head raised, looking fierce and domineering.
But he had no influence at all on this tiger, so even if it was a toy given to him by the emperor, he couldn't arouse any interest in it.
I don’t know what the emperor meant by telling him these things today.
Seeing his dazed look, the emperor pushed the box in front of him: "It's just that it's returned to its original owner. You were too young back then, and some of your memories shouldn't be kept, so I erased them casually."
At this point, the Emperor's eyes gradually became sharper: "Aren't you very confused? Why did I come to you today?"
"But are you sending Princess Baitang back?" Ding Xiaoyi lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
"That's not important." The emperor shook his head.
Ding Xiaoyi hesitated in his heart, but still did not dare to say what he was thinking. Even though the emperor initially talked about his childhood, he did not dare to really treat the emperor as the uncle next door.
After all, the person sitting in front of him holds the power of life and death in this vast underworld.
Seeing that he couldn't let go, the emperor's eyes flashed with disappointment. The naughty boy who had been so lawless to him and even peed on his shoes was gone after all.
After a moment of silence, the emperor calmed down his emotions and said with a smile: "The Nine-turn Wuji Pill is in your hand."
Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank when he came. He knew that the emperor's call to him was probably related to the bad old man.
I didn't expect that the emperor would directly ask about the Nine Turns Wuji Pill.
He calculated the time in his mind and estimated that if there was no accident, Datou would be almost in the sea of blood by now.
Thinking of this, he said: "This... is not in my hands."
"Not in your hands!"
The emperor was startled, but he quickly understood. He curled his lips and sighed helplessly: "This is terrible."
"What??" Ding Xiaoyi raised his head.
"As soon as the Zhaomi Dharma Conference begins, Mingxu will become restless. When the time comes, the sea of blood will churn, the world will collapse, and countless demons and monsters will crawl out from under the underworld.
These monsters and ghosts are very cruel and lawless in their methods. If you give the Nine-turn Wuji Pill to Datou, it will only make him more miserable."
As soon as the emperor said these words, Ding Xiaoyi's head buzzed, he stood up, turned around and ran out the door.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard the emperor behind me continue: "It's too late. I originally wanted you to go to the Zhaomi Dharma Assembly with me. Hey, why did you kid not believe me?"
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, his face suddenly brightened and darkened. He was not sure whether what the emperor said was true or false.
But even if it was fake, he suddenly felt at this moment that he was too hasty in asking Datou to deliver the medicine. Even if Datou had the Pig King's token, could the Pig King really arrive in time?
"I can drive you to find it, but..." When the emperor said this, a cunning gleam appeared in his eyes.
"You bet with me!"
"Bet!!" Ding Xiaoyi turned around and looked at the emperor with a strange look on his face: "What are you betting on?"
The emperor's deep eyes flashed with brilliance: "Let's bet on whether Wan Gongsheng can survive this Zhaomi Dharma Assembly."
Wan Gong came up, which was the name of old man Zao. Ding Xiaoyi remembered Pangpang muttered it.
(From Chapter 443)
"If you win the bet, everyone is happy, but if you lose the bet..."
Ding Xiaoyi watched the emperor's expression flickering in and out under the light, half of his face seemed to be hidden in the shadows, and suddenly he felt a huge pressure on his shoulders.
"If you lose the bet, just sign this."
The emperor threw a bamboo slip casually. Ding Xiaoyi opened it and took a look. Not a word was written on it.
It was precisely because he didn't write a single word that Ding Xiaoyi felt stressed.
Because this is a blank document, if you sign your name, the other party can write the Overlord Contract at will. When the time comes, if the emperor wants to take back his new firewood residence, he only needs to write a transfer contract on it.
Even if you are evil-minded, you won't even give yourself a dime for the transfer fee.
But at this time, can I still control things by myself? Maybe every step I take is under the control of the emperor, and I can no longer control myself.
Therefore, he did not hesitate anymore, nodded and agreed, thinking that the worst possible outcome would be to lose the land, but the big head must not have any accidents, otherwise he would regret it for the rest of his life.
