Ding lost his memory.
No, Meng Zhang thinks this statement is inaccurate, it should be that Xiao Ding has been living in a "single-day cycle". Go to get off work, get off work, if someone borrows a car on the way home, borrow it, if no one borrows a car, just go home, stay on the next day, everything will return to zero and start again.
Sleep is the dividing point of the cycle. When you wake up, you will forget the things you did the day before, the people you met, and the words you said.
Meng Zhang tried immortal methods and tried to prevent the other party from falling asleep, all in vain.
This is already a year ago.
A year ago, Meng Zhang was angry, irritable, and even lost his temper at Xiao Ding, who had no idea, but later, he accepted the reality.
What if Xiao Ding forgot him
The big deal is to meet again every day.
In the Sanjiao Temple, no one noticed that the "hidden gods" just discovered were distracted, because three of them were worshipping devoutly, and the other was carefully scrutinizing the statues, looking like an archaeologist.
"Meng... Zhang?" The hard work paid off, the archaeological brother finally found two words that were extremely difficult to detect on the cuff of the statue, and suddenly became enlightened, "This is the Qinglong God.
Meng Zhang was pulled back to his mind. At first glance, he looked at the cuffs of his own. In the plain, there was a faint pattern of the word "Meng Zhang". He had been out of the body for two years, but he hadn't noticed it.
"Qinglong Divine Sovereign?" A person who finished incense and asked humbly.
The archaeological brother immediately came to the spirit and talked eloquently: "The Qinglong god is one of the four gods. The eastern Qinglong Mengzhang god, the southern Zhuqueling light god, the western white tiger guards the soldier, the northern Xuanwu name god, this is the legendary god of the four sides. God…”
"I said, are you here to break through the barriers, or to study traditional culture." The second one finished the incense, stood up, and said angrily.
The two who were discussing hotly shut their mouths angrily, and the archaeological brother hurriedly added his incense.
Meng Zhang gave two weapons at random, and when they left, he was still immersed in the newly obtained information.
He knew that he was the god of Meng Zhang, a god, that was all, he never thought about what background and origin he had.
The moon sets, the sun rises.
All the outsiders left, the zombies hibernated, and the city returned to order.
Lord Mengzhang floated out of the Three Sects Hall with his primordial spirit and ran to the north of the city.
At nine o'clock in the morning, in an office in the north of the city, the sun was shining brightly. Xiao Ding, a young white-collar worker, was at his workstation, fishing for fish and surfing the Internet, when suddenly a call came to his ears.
"Little Ding..."
He thought it was a colleague who called him, and immediately looked up.
But every colleague is busy, no one cares about him.
"Little Ding..."
Xiao Ding swallowed his saliva numbly, and put his eyes on the computer screen again, pretending that he didn't hear anything.
Meng Zhang liked to see him like this, he was obviously scared, but he still held on, he was so cute.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Meng Zhang said softly, Yuanshen landed on the partition of Xiao Ding's station, sat leisurely, and slowly appeared in a posture that only Xiao Ding could see.
Xiao Ding watched helplessly as a person appeared on the baffle of the workstation. A big living person, sitting on the fragile baffle, even if the baffle does not collapse, there is not even a sound of bearing weight, just like that person has no weight at all...
Meng Zhang covered his ears, looked at the other party's slowly tightening eyes, and thought to himself, "One, two, three."
"Ghost ah ah-"
Meng Zhang lowered his eyebrows, still the familiar Xiao Ding, very good.
As for the scream, after listening to it more than 300 times, it has been automatically translated by him as "God, stay safe."
"Xiao Ding! What are you howling!"
"Ah, this page is written waste again, Xiao Ding, I hate you—"
Colleagues did not know why, and complained one after another.
Xiao Ding was stunned, opened his mouth wide, looked at his colleagues, and then looked at Meng Zhang, his voice became weak: "They can't see you?"
"Yes," Meng Zhang looked at him, "only you are special."
Xiao Ding blinked ignorantly: "Why?"
Meng Zhang said nothing, and took out a handwritten letter from his arms.
Xiao Ding took the letter and unfolded it. After reading it for a few seconds, his surprised eyes widened.
Strictly speaking, it was not a letter, but a handwritten note.
But the point is, it's all in my own handwriting!
[Note: My name is Xiao Ding, and I have an immortal friend named Meng Zhang. He is a beautiful man with long hair, with boundless mana, and he is very kind to me, but I always lose my memory and can't remember him, so I made this note to remind myself! ! !]
In addition to the handwritten description + three exclamation marks, the signature also has its own signature and handprint.
The whole description exudes a strong sense of "you have to believe me" from start to finish.
The massive amount of information came too suddenly, and Xiao Ding was completely stunned.
Meng Zhang chatted with him for a day, and when he was about to get off work in the evening, Xiao Ding finally fully accepted this "fairy friend".
At the same time, doubts and a sense of crisis also follow.
The question is: "You said that you only remember things within two years. What about two years ago?"
Meng Zhang also thought about this question: "I don't remember, maybe it's the same as you, and it's circulating."
Xiao Ding felt that the answer was very sincere, although the other party couldn't explain it clearly, why did he suddenly lose his memory two years ago.
But after solving the doubts, a sense of crisis followed: "I lose my memory every day, but you remember everything, so aren't you taking advantage too much? And you can say whatever you want the next day, even if you lie to me, I will do not know."
"I will never lie to you." This was Meng Zhang's answer.
When he said this, his eyes were clear and firm, as if there was a starry sky inside, making Xiao Ding's heart beat out of rhythm.
On the way home, Xiao Ding drove and Meng Zhang sat in the co-pilot, as if there was a special seat for him.
"Have you heard of Sifang Divine Sovereign?" Meng Zhang suddenly asked at the red light, "Or Qinglong Divine Sovereign?"
"No," Xiao Ding asked, "what's the matter?"
"Some people say that I am the Qinglong God," Meng Zhang said. "I want to know the background of the Qinglong God."
Xiao Ding thought about it and said, "You can go to the library to check."
"Library?" When Meng Zhangyuan was floating, he passed by there a few times, but he never went in, and he didn't know what was inside.
"The Central Library," Xiao Ding thought he didn't know the place, "it's just north of the city across the river, very close to the Sunshine Theater."
Instead of asking questions, let's find out: "Let's go now."
Xiao Ding: "Ah? This is not in my plan."
Meng Zhang: "Just take it for me."
Xiao Ding: "It's your business..."
Meng Zhang: "Thank you."
Xiao Ding: "I haven't said I agree yet!"
Meng Zhang: "Have you ever thought about naming yourself?"
Xiao Ding: "Don't change the subject... Besides, I have a name, Xiao Ding."
Meng Zhang: "Too perfunctory."
Xiao Ding: "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Meng Zhang: "How about Ding Xiaoche?"
Xiao Ding: "...you're more perfunctory!!!"
Meng Zhang: "Well, that's it, Ding Xiaoche, I like it."
Xiao Ding: "… "
The white car silently changed its direction and headed to the city library.
Driver Ding, who was holding the steering wheel, said in disgust with his mouth, and silently recited twice in his heart, small car, Ding car.
The name is a very strange thing. If you don't have it, you don't have it. Once you have it, your whole heart will suddenly become full.
It seemed that something that had been floating for a long time fell to the ground and stabilized.
A roadblock suddenly appeared in front of the car, and Xiao Ding slammed on the brakes!
Meng Zhang was still thinking about the library, but he didn't react for a while. When he saw the four people running over, he instinctively disappeared and returned to his primordial state.
When the car door was opened, the four of them couldn't help but threw Xiao Ding into the back seat, robbed the car, and then diverted to the central hospital!
The sun just went down and the lanterns didn't come on, so this group of foreigners moved very quickly.
But Meng Zhang Shenjun, who was disturbed, was very unhappy.
In particular, they were very rude to Xiao Ding, pushing and shoving, very rude.
In the small car, there are five people + one Yuanshen. Although Yuanshen does not take up space, it is midsummer. .
"Brother Wang, turn on the air conditioner." A man in the back row reminded the driver for the second time.
"Did off early and didn't respond, what the hell is this broken car—" The driver slapped the steering wheel angrily.
Xiao Ding frowned, just as he was about to say that my air conditioner was fine, he saw Meng Zhang raised his eyebrows lightly, with a contented look on his face watching a good show.
Yes, the immortals are not happy, and punish the outsiders who rampage.
He is a small fish, and he can only follow the heat and dry it.
cool breeze.
Blows across cheeks and neck without warning for a burst of comfort.
Xiao Ding raised his head, Meng Zhang floated between the driver's seat and the co-pilot, gently waving his hand to fan him.
The whole car was hot and sweaty, and only Xiao Ding enjoyed the cool breeze.
There is also a hint of sandalwood in the wind, which is refreshing.
Xiao Ding handed him a thankful look.
Divine Sovereign lowered his eyebrows and gave him a particularly good-looking smile.
Xiao Ding lowered his head and didn't want to go home at all, because he was going to sleep when he got home, and he would forget everything about today after sleeping.
He didn't want to forget Meng Zhang.
When the car went to the dock, the boat was snatched by someone who moved faster, and the group had to divert and go to the bridge. Xiaoding asked to get off the car and walk home.
Although those people were rude, they were not completely cold-blooded. They still asked one more question: "Have you thought about it? Don't think that you are close to home. You can get there by walking a few steps. Zombies can be faster than you."
"It's okay," Xiao Ding quickly glanced at Meng Zhang and said proudly, "I have a peace talisman."
Meng Zhang couldn't help but reached out to touch his head, but he forgot that he was still a primordial spirit, and fluttered in vain.
When Xiao Ding was sent home safely, he appeared on the ground, reluctantly made a second touch, and finally touched it and messed up his hair.
Xiao Ding stood there obediently and let him rub: "Are all gods like you?"
Meng Zhang: "What kind of?"
Xiao Ding: "Gentle."
Meng Zhang's men paused, and after a while, he shook his head resolutely, "No, I'm the only one who is so good."
Xiao Ding nodded: "I think so too."
Meng Zhang retracted his palm, not feeling guilty at all.
Although he hadn't seen other gods and didn't even know where they were, he wanted to know how there could be a better god than Meng Zhang in this world.
"I'm sorry," Xiao Ding suddenly apologized, "I didn't accompany you to the library."
"It's okay," Meng Zhang really didn't care, "The same goes for tomorrow."
"But tomorrow..." Xiao Ding lowered his head a little dejectedly and muttered softly, "I'll forget you tomorrow..."
Meng Zhang smiled, cupped his face, and kissed him on the forehead. The kiss was light, but extremely solemn: "You are responsible for silly music, and I am responsible for remembering."
The next evening, in Xiaoding's car.
"Ghost ah ah-"
Meng Zhang covered his ears and wrote an explanation in his own hand.
After two minutes.
"It's really my words, but... you're still suspicious!!!"
Occasionally, Xiao Ding would meet such multiple doubts, but Mengzhang Shenjun was not in vain.
The mobile phone recording is turned on, and the original sound of Xiaoding is reproduced—
"My name is Xiao Ding, and the Lord Mengzhang is my best friend. I lose my memory every day, so I have to record this sentence. Xiao Ding, listen to me, don't deny the Lord Mengzhang, and don't treat the gods. Disrespectful, or you will be single for the rest of your life!"
It's a very strange thing to listen to yourself train yourself, that is, because the person holding this evidence has a decent appearance... Well, conscience hurts... Well, the appearance is very pleasing to the eye, so he can barely believe it.
but-
This curse is too vicious! How can you curse yourself like this for an outsider!
"Okay, I believe we are friends now," Xiao Ding asked reluctantly, looking at the goddess Junyi who fluttered in fairy clothes, and asked in a sullen voice, "Then what do you want?"
Meng Zhang leaned over from the co-pilot and helped driver Ding fasten his seat belt: "Go to the city library."
The journey was very peaceful, Xiao Ding always felt that something should happen, such as someone borrowing a car, but none of them, and finally the two arrived at the library smoothly.
It was already closed, and the inside of the museum was dark. Meng Zhang's sleeves were raised, the door opened, the lights turned on, and the security guard fell asleep. It was amazing.
What appeared in front of the two of them was a sea of books.
Xiao Ding just wanted to ask him what he was looking for so that he could devote himself to the search, but he saw Meng Zhang closed his eyes and moved his lips slightly.
Soon, there was a sound of books being taken out from an unknown bookshelf in the depths, and then a yellowed booklet floated in front of Meng Zhang.
After a while, another book flew over.
In the end, more than a dozen books came one after another, hanging in mid-air and neatly arranged in front of the two of them. Most of the names were "Mythology", "Taoism" and "Ancient".
The goddess nodded and ended the sense of immortality: "Those who have Qinglong gods are here."
Xiao Ding just ignited a little bit of heart to help his friends, and was broken: "...Then why are you looking for me!!!"
"I want to read it with you." Meng Zhang raised his hand and opened the first booklet. After a few moments, he arrived at the page with the words "Qinglong Shenjun".
"This is your background, not mine!" Xiao Ding complained, but he still moved over curiously.
On the pages of the book, a green dragon coiled in the air was painted majestic. The dense small characters under the picture explain that it is one of the four spirits of heaven and earth, the Qinglong Shenjun, which was gradually personified and obtained the title, Mengzhang Shenjun.
"I want to know who I am," Meng Zhang fixedly looked at the page, not missing every word, "I also want you to know me better."
Ding quieted down.
He probably understood Meng Zhang's intentions, but just because he understood, he felt a little distressed for this monarch who had only known each other for an evening.
What's the use of knowing it? If the handwritten notes and the recordings tell the truth, then he will forget it tomorrow. Could it be that he has to bring himself to the library every day.
Meng Zhang carefully, from beginning to end, read more than a dozen books.
Most of them are about the origin of the Qinglong God, and there are also a few Taoist spells.
There are illustrations in almost every book, and some of them are very imposing, with the blue dragon out of the cloud, exhaling thunder and suffocating, and calling for wind and rain; but some are very perfunctory, the dragon is drawn like a small snake, and Meng Zhang can't stop scolding.
It was clearly about himself in the book, but when Meng Zhang read it, he was unmoved, but when he absorbed the words and images into his mind, and after thinking about it, he had a strong resonance. Gradually, he really felt that he could rush to the clouds. Roaming the Four Underworlds.
On the way back to Xiaoding's house from the library, the car was hijacked again.
After avoiding the journey, Meng Zhang was convinced.
As usual, he turned into a primordial spirit and accompanied him.
Xiao Ding was thrown to the back row as always, pitiful.
But this time, the borrower met his opponent on the way.
Another group of foreigners also drove a car, and it is reasonable to say that the water in the two cars did not cause the river water. But they all wanted to grab the boat at the dock, so a car, the first to strike, threw the stationery.
Stationery is a weapon used by foreigners to fight. It is a bit like the fairy method, but it is more diverse. Meng Zhang summed it up like this.
The battle continued to the pier, and a team was sent directly to the sky.
But the winning team didn't take too much advantage, the car, out of control.
Seeing that the car was about to rush into the river, the four foreigners jumped out of the car immediately.
Xiao Ding couldn't react at all, but Meng Zhang couldn't let him drown with him. A gust of wind swept him out and sent him to the ground.
The car fell into the water, and the four of them fell to the ground. Only Xiao Ding stood still.
"Damn, did you see it, he can fly!" One of the four shouted out first.
"I see," the other got up and patted the soil on his body with little concern, "There are zombies, how can they fly strangely?"