Dream Picking Records

"Grandpa, don't you think the Pavilion Master's eyes are wrong?" Shen Lian looked at Elder Shen of Youyue Sect with a sly smile, "No wonder you pushed me to go up, are you trying to make up for the regrets of your youth through me? Be careful or I'll tell grandma when I get back!"

"Shut up, kid!" Elder Shen hurriedly blocked his mouth. "Don't laugh, you guys. Don't say anything when you go back, understand!"

"Yes, Elder Shen." Youyue took the lead in responding, covering her mouth and laughing.

"It seems that this zither has nothing to do with talent or strength, but depends on fate?"

"It is said that a man who fell in love with the saint was unable to play the guqin either."

"If that's the case, then don't we have a chance too?"

After many people in the audience discussed it, they went up to try, but all their attempts were in vain. Those who were too obsessed were like Xiao Sheng, unable to pluck the strings.

The excitement lasted for a while before no one came on stage to try again.

“Since there is no one here, I wonder if I can go on stage and give it a try?” Luo Cheng from the Nine-Eyed Cang Chan tribe stood up.

"No, you are a member of the demon tribe, and it is a great blessing for us to allow you to observe here. How can you dare to get your hands on the guqin?" Someone objected on the spot.

"It's not uncommon for humans and demons to intermarry. Your rules don't stipulate that they must be humans, right? Besides, I just want to try it, what are you afraid of?" Luo Cheng no longer paid attention to the man just now and turned to look at Siqin, "Fairy, what do you think?"

The meaning is self-evident. So many of you can't play it, so are you afraid of him, a member of the demon clan? What's more, the rules are set. It depends on how you, the Lingxian Pavilion, make the decision. How will Siqin decide?

Siqin had been practicing with a clear mind and peace of mind since then, but for the first time her calm heart was so flustered. Her eyes inadvertently swept across Xia Daoling's position. After a long moment, she clenched her fingers and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Luo, please try. Everything is subject to the sect rules."

Luo Cheng smiled, walked slowly onto the stage, and sat calmly in front of the guqin.

Everyone stared at his performance with eyes wide open. Seeing the strings dancing with his fingers, many people's hearts were in their throats.

After all, the melodious sound of the guqin could not be heard in the silent world.

“It’s a bit difficult indeed.”

Luo Cheng still smiled, and then his eyes glowed with emerald green light, and five spots of light appeared on his forehead. The spiritual energy flowing in the air became sluggish because of him.

The two pairs of transparent wings behind him spread out, and the spiritual energy in Lingxian Pavilion rushed towards him frantically. He seemed to want to use it to control the pulse of the music and play the guqin.

"Born with seven eyes, so terrifying!" an elder from a sect exclaimed.

His fingers touched the strings again, and the hearts of the people off the court tensed again.

The result... was still silence.

His smile disappeared for a moment, and then returned to normal after he stood up. As he walked off the stage, a man brushed past him and walked onto the stage.

Luo Cheng glanced sideways, as if he saw a prehistoric beast! He stood there stupidly, the beast never looked at him, but he was intimidated by the "power". He had only seen this power in his brother and several other perverts of the royal family.

"Sima Jinghong!"

There was cheering from the audience, they actually forgot about this tough guy!

This time, even Xiao Sheng could not feel any resentment, because this man was just too strong. If Siqin was like the deep sea, then Sima Jinghong was the mountain to be looked up to.

They seemed to be on different levels. He dared to provoke Siqin in Biluo Lake because the other party would not kill him. If it was Sima Jinghong, the other party would definitely chase him to the ends of the earth. To be precise, it was a question whether he would have a chance to escape.

Sima Jinghong was very direct. A golden sun appeared on the back of his head. He looked solemn and dignified, and uttered Buddhist sounds. Suddenly, many young people in the audience could not bear it and needed the help of their elders to resist.

Wang Xiao looked solemn. This was indeed the real immortal golden body. Cai Deming was at best a beginner and still had major flaws. Compared with him, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

The people from Jinghong Academy were the most excited and stood up spontaneously, waiting to cheer first.

However, Guqin seemed to be determined, and no one except the contemporary saint could do it.

Sima Jinghong was not annoyed. He had been mentally prepared. He had more important things to do on this trip. He was just passing by and was only here to comply with the request of his elders.

Seeing this, Xia Daoling also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, won't you have any regrets?"

Xia Qingling's question touched his heart. Xia Daoling was stunned. He had too much to shoulder and had been thinking over and weighing the pros and cons in his heart.

His special status forced him to do so.

"I was a coward and ignored her feelings."

Finally, he stood up and took a long breath, then walked to the guqin under Siqin's happy and worried gaze.

Of course everyone knew Xia Daoling, but more importantly, his identity as the second prince of Daxia caused people to talk about him.

As soon as he came on the stage, Wang Xiao frowned slightly, and the bone box that had been silent for a long time in Shangyuan Palace suddenly had some disturbance.

Especially when Xia Daoling touched the guqin, he actually heard the sound of swallowing saliva!

"Did you hear any sound?" Wang Xiao asked his question.

"what?"

The people at the table came out of their nervous mood and looked at him in confusion.

"Qingling, feel it carefully and see if there is anything strange about the piano!"

Wang Xiao hurriedly passed on the message. Xia Qingling noticed his anxious state and was worried that something might really happen to her brother, so she used all her strength to activate her special physique and establish sympathy with the heaven and earth.

"Blood! I think I saw a lot of blood on that piano!"

"What's going on?" The people at the table immediately became serious.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Xiao didn't care about the occasion and shouted to stop Xia Daoling's actions. This action naturally caused dissatisfaction among everyone.

"How dare you!" Two elders from the Lingxian Pavilion jumped out from the darkness and stopped Wang Xiao.

"There's something wrong with that piano!"

"Nonsense! The Tianyin Guqin has been passed down from generation to generation. How can a junior like you slander it out of thin air? Someone tell me to capture him!"

"Let's see who dares!" Xia Qingling stepped forward and stood in front of him.

"Wait a minute."

Xia Daoling knew that Wang Xiao and his sister would not do this without a purpose, so he wanted to find out the truth. Suddenly, a monstrous resentment swept across the sky with the guqin as the center. He was the first to bear the brunt of it and burst out with shocking spiritual energy to resist it, and quickly flew into the sky. However, the resentment was too huge, and his temporary defense was broken before it could stop him for long, and even his whole body was swallowed up.

"Brother!" Xia Yingling was anxious, and Siqin was the closest. She rushed to help immediately but was overwhelmed by the force.

The protective treasures of Xia Daoling and Siqin awakened on their own and cast rays of light for protection, but this was not a long-term solution after all.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face seemed to have walked out of thin air and asked sternly, "Master Xue, how do you explain it?"

"Mr. Xia, please save my brother!"

Without waiting for the head of the Lingxian Pavilion to speak, the old man launched his attack with all his strength. Faces emerged from the huge resentment, and some people recognized them as the figures of past saints and some well-known geniuses. Now it seems that many of the unsolved cases in the past have been solved.

The faces in the resentful thoughts devoured and merged with each other, and finally turned into a spirit with disheveled hair. It can be seen that it was a beautiful woman. However, her eyes were red, and there was only hatred and madness in them.

"You all deserve to die!" Her vicious gaze swept across the top leaders of Lingxian Pavilion and finally fell on Wang Xiao.

"You deserve to die even more!"

"Please give me a helping hand, fellow Taoists!"

The people present realized the seriousness of the problem, and under the call of Elder Xia, they joined forces to use magic weapons to eliminate the resentment. Seeing this, her main body quickly retracted into the guqin, and separated part of her power to continue the erosion.

"Master Xue, I think we're going to have to break this zither today." The old man spoke majestically.

"Let's see who dares?" The Supreme Elder of Lingxian Pavilion who had been in seclusion for many years actually came out. This was no small matter. All parties were nervous, and only Jiumu Cangchan retreated to the edge to watch the fun.

"Welcome, Grandmaster." All the disciples and elders of Lingxian Pavilion knelt down in unison.

"Master, that guqin is a monster. Please help to subdue it!" A disciple pleaded bravely.

"How dare you! How could the ancient zither handed down from our ancestors be a demon? That little thief must have framed me. Why don't we take him down!"

"Stop! As the current Pavilion Master, I order you not to act rashly." Xue Ningyue ordered.

The Grand Elder treated her like his own daughter, and after years of living together day and night, it was easy for him to see that her condition was not normal and that her mind was clearly controlled.

"You dare to disobey my order?" The supreme elder showed his full dominance, and a white jade hairpin suddenly appeared in his hand, suppressing Xue Ningyue.

The confused old man rushed onto the stage immediately, wanting to rescue her. Unfortunately, he had been confused for so many years and was no longer the ambitious and talented young man he once was. He was knocked to the ground vomiting blood with just one blow.

"Qiang."

A three-foot-long green sword flew out from the crowd and hit the jade hairpin accurately, allowing Xue Ningyue to escape.

"Yuanhe, are you okay?" Xue Ningyue looked at the old man with gratitude, helped the man on the ground up and stepped back.

The sword flew back and hung in front of an old man. He did not release any fluctuations, as if he had merged with the nature of heaven and earth, so that no one noticed his existence until he made a move.

Wang Xiao vaguely recognized that this was the junior fellow apprentice of Lou Wai Yuntian whom he met in the mountain village!

His pale hair fluttered in the wind, revealing his profile.

"Huang Wancheng! It's actually him!"

Someone shouted, recognizing him.