Dream Picking Records

At a young age, a middle-aged woman with a simple and elegant appearance walked onto the stage hand in hand with the beautiful and ethereal Siqin. Her white arms danced lightly, a turquoise aura glided past, and the Lingxian Pavilion's handed-down xylophone appeared.

"On behalf of Lingxian Pavilion, I welcome everyone here. Today is a banquet for you young people. I hope you can communicate more and work together on the path of cultivation. Without further ado, let's get started."

"Wait, how can such a grand event be without our demon race?"

A voice from afar interrupted the proceedings. Behind the old man who spoke was a young man in a yellow robe, holding a folding fan and looking very gentle.

"I am Luo Cheng from the Nine-Eyed Cangchan Clan. I am honored to meet the Pavilion Master of the Spiritual Immortal Pavilion. Fellow Taoists, please bear with me for my sudden visit."

The Pavilion Master of Lingxian Pavilion was experienced and calm. A white-haired old woman walked quickly to the Pavilion Master and whispered, "The Grand Elder has already approved this matter."

"A visitor is a guest. How can we not welcome him?" The Pavilion Master waved his elegant robe and a set of tables and chairs appeared in the venue.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master."

As the old and the young took their seats, the banquet continued.

"If I remember correctly, Jiumu Cangchan is one of the royal family!" Zhan Xuan suddenly became excited, and his knuckles cracked.

"That's right. It is said that their ancestor can see through everything in the world once his nine eyes are opened." Xia Daoling spoke, the fighting factor in his blood seemed to be boiling.

“I didn’t expect he was a combat fanatic.” Wang Xiao said to himself, and then asked, “So powerful?”

"Luo Cheng was born with only seven eyes opened, and he has few rivals among his peers. Moreover, his clan is naturally compatible with music."

"Second brother, it seems you have an opponent?" Xia Daoling blinked.

"Huh?" After hearing the gossip, everyone looked at him at the same time.

Xia Daoling's calm face blushed slightly but she quickly concealed it and tapped her little head lightly.

"Nonsense."

"Hehe!" Xia Qingling made a face at him.

Siqin was wearing a plain dress with a white veil over it, revealing her graceful neck. Her long black hair was tied up with a hairband. She was graceful and walked with lotus steps. She sat cross-legged in front of the xylophone, and her jade fingers slowly plucked the strings.

As the beautiful melody sounded, sweet flowers appeared in the air, emitting a charming fragrance. The immortal birds and beasts, bees, butterflies, birds and insects in the Lingxian Pavilion were attracted and danced around her to the rhythm.

The timbre is sometimes elegant, ethereal, and ethereal, like the sound of nature, giving a sense of tranquility and tranquility. Sometimes it is deep, majestic, and heavy, like the sound of bells and chimes, deep and distant, evoking thoughts of ancient times; the ending is delicate, soft, and slightly sad, as if someone is singing.

Under her fingers, the guqin has a lingering rhythm, subtle and long, sometimes like human speech, which can be used for dialogue, and sometimes like the emotions of the human heart, ethereal and changeable. It can express human feelings and thoughts, and can also express the principles of the universe.

Only the melodious sound of the guqin remained between heaven and earth, and its pleasant melody lingered in everyone's heart.

At the end of the song, everyone's spirit seemed to be elevated.

Even if you don't understand music, you will still be fascinated by its lingering rhythm.

"As expected of you, Fairy Siqin. With just a flick of her finger, my mind is clear and it's like listening to Buddhist chants or entering a fairyland."

Xiao Sheng from Xuanyin Sect applauded. As the third largest sect in the Northern Territory, he was also present with the elders of the sect.

"This song should only exist in heaven. It is a blessing for ordinary people like us to hear it tonight."

Some independent cultivators in the crowd expressed their opinions.

"You are all too kind. It is just a small trick, not worthy of being shown on the stage."

Siqin opened her cherry lips slightly, her voice was crisp and beautiful, like pearls falling on a jade plate. After saying that, she stood up and returned to the Pavilion Master, who stroked her hair lovingly, his eyes still holding a hint of helplessness.

"Now, please let all the young heroes show their skills. The rules of my Lingxian Pavilion will not be changed."

The rule of Lingxian Pavilion is that anyone who plays the guqin can marry the contemporary saint.

But since the rule was established, no one has ever been able to play the guqin. Therefore, even if some people are eager to try, they are still in a wait-and-see state.

"Hey, why is no one trying? Shen Lian, you go and play the guqin to marry Siqin back."

The elder of Youyue Sect had white eyebrows and beard, and looked like an immortal. But when he spoke, he spoke in this tone, making his disciples feel embarrassed.

"Elder Shen, please don't be disrespectful." People from other sects joked.

"In that case, I, Shen Lian, will be the first to throw out some ideas."

Shen Lian flew onto the stage, sat next to the guqin, took a deep breath, and gently plucked the strings.

As the first to perform, he was the focus of everyone's attention. The place was silent. Everyone was looking forward to his performance, but of course, they were more looking forward to his being unable to make any sound.

Sure enough, the guqin that had played melodious music before was now silent. Even if he used his spiritual power to bless it, he couldn't play a tune.

"It seems that I am not the destined one." Although Shen Lian felt a little regretful, he was free and easy. He did not stay for long and returned to his seat.

Xiao Sheng, who had tried once at Biluo Lake, followed closely behind. He was obviously unwilling to accept that he failed to play the instrument that time, so this time he took a long time to prepare before touching the strings. He observed that Siqin did not release any spiritual energy when she played, but simply relied on plucking with her fingers.

He placed both hands on the guqin, and after a long while his fingers began to pluck the strings. Just like the first time, the strings could not be plucked in his hands, let alone the flow of music.

"Humph, I don't believe that anyone can really play this piano." He was angry inside, and put down his clenched fists again, without acting wildly like he did in the outside world.

"I'm here." The man who came was a casual cultivator of ordinary build and above average appearance.

"Zhao Zhiming!"

"Zhao Zhiming, who is ranked 1,358th on the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest Concentration Monument?"

"I heard that he traveled around, but I didn't expect to see him here today."

Among the first two people who came on stage, Shen Lian was fine, but Xiao Sheng was shocked by the exclamations on the scene. His fellow disciples were whispering and were quite unhappy. He, a senior disciple of the top three sects in the Northern Territory, did not have such a scene, so why should he, a powerless cultivator, have the right?

It is not difficult to see that the people at the scene have high expectations for Zhao Zhiming. After he came on stage, they held their breath again. The elders of Lingxian Pavilion looked at him with a strange look, and they wanted to recruit him into the sect.

Xia Qingling picked up a fruit and put it into her mouth and said incoherently: "If you don't make a move, your sister-in-law will be snatched away by someone else."

After these words were spoken, no one at the table cared about the outcome and they all stared at Xia Daoling.

As expected of someone who grew up in the royal family, he directly blocked himself off from the outside world and nothing could disturb him.

Zhao Zhiming stroked the guqin, and after a close look he confirmed that it was just an ordinary guqin. But why could no one make a sound by playing it except the Saint?

He adjusted his mentality and regained his composure, intending to play the piano like a normal person.

As expected, the guqin still didn't sound. Zhao Zhiming didn't sigh, but smiled and left.

"I'm asking, is it really possible for an outsider to play your guqin?" Someone finally couldn't help but ask.

"That's right, you guys aren't going to make fun of us on purpose, are you?"

The middle-aged woman on the stage, the owner of Lingxian Pavilion and the previous generation of Saint, had a complicated feeling in her heart. Her calm face showed a trace of disappointment. She put her arm around Siqin's shoulder and spoke solemnly, "The rules set by the ancestors have their reasons. Being a Saint is an honor and a responsibility. We, the younger generation, just have to execute them. I hope you can understand."

This was said to both outsiders and Siqin.

After saying this, she slowly walked towards the guqin, stroking the object that had accompanied her day and night. The guqin did not respond, and it did not sound like it did when she was young.

There was an old man who was in a daze at the scene who actually regained consciousness. He looked at her in the crowd, with understanding and tenderness, gazing at her affectionately.

She quickly looked away. She thought she had seen through everything and let it go, but now she realized that regrets could never be made up for.