Dream Picking Records

"Now tell me, does Lao Wang have a chance?"

Yang Shuan was smiling, and the other four young masters nodded their heads like chicks pecking at rice.

"Please don't make fun of me. I'm alone and can't even take care of myself."

"Oh, don't say that. You can come to our house. With Miaoyinfang as your background, your life will be prosperous in the future."

"Old Qian, you understand this aspect."

Facing their attacks, Wang Xiao counterattacked: "It will be the same if you become a royal consort."

Yang Shuan didn't know if he was used to it, but his words didn't have the slightest killing power. He continued to encourage, "Look, Old Wang, Siqin and Brother Daoling are a couple. Why don't you work harder to win her over? Zu Mengran, the courtesan of Miaoyinfang, is one of the most talented women in Daxia."

"No, I'm only at the fifth level of Gui Yuan, and I think she's at the seventh or eighth level. She'll probably slap me to death with one slap."

"Oh, you looked at me so carefully, and you said you were not interested in me."

"Beating is love, scolding is care. Your body is unparalleled, so what's wrong with beating your sister-in-law?" Wang Fushou and Hou Xinming also joined in.

Wang Xiao was ashamed. These people were talking about this and that, as if he could marry the saint tomorrow.

On the stage, the dance came to an end, but Zu Mengran did not leave. She slightly opened her white teeth and red lips, and let out an ethereal and graceful voice.

The transparent wall shone with light, conveying her words.

"Recently, I have encountered some confusion while practicing. I hope someone can help me solve it. I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Wang Fushou said: "Brother Xiao, your chance has come!"

"What do I, a layman, know?"

They almost pushed Wang Xiao out, which made him feel ashamed.

Soon someone from another room spoke up: "Does the fairy have any questions?"

"I'm afraid I'm not worthy of the title of fairy, so just call me Meng Ran." The woman on the stage smiled, "May I ask, sir, how do I go through the five realms of self-cultivation, controlling the Qi, concentrating the mind, returning to the origin, and integrating the Dao?"

"Just take it easy." The man thought for a while and replied.

"Why did you say that, son?"

"Everyone says that the first five realms are the foundation of cultivation. Without a solid foundation, it is difficult to achieve great things. Some even spend their entire lives trying to achieve something, only to end up sighing in despair. However, the ancient masters did not always make great achievements, but they still laughed at the world and reached the top. Therefore, it is enough to adjust your mindset."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao agreed with some of his views.

"Who is this person?"

"Southern Territory Cen Daozi!"

"He is unbeatable among his peers, and almost always wins in battles. He is unrivaled in talent, the best in the Southern Region."

"Old Wang, you have a love rival."

Holy shit…it was the first time he met those two people, and they were already rivals in love?

"I didn't expect he would come to the Imperial City as well."

"It's not surprising that heroes love beauties."

Several people were tasting the delicacies, staring at him and joking.

"Meng Ran sincerely thanks you for what you said, young master." Zu Meng Ran bowed towards Cen Daozi's room, then looked around, "Does anyone else have any opinions?"

"Fight!"

Just one word, powerful and resonant.

"What does this young master mean?"

"In a world of great contention, how can we be satisfied with the status quo and just go with the flow? Nothing can be obtained without contention, and the Tao is also like this."

"How to fight?" Zu Mengran asked in a clear voice.

“Struggle is not about blind stubbornness, but clear-headed persistence. What’s the point of having the courage and perseverance to hit the wall if the path is wrong?”

"What does it mean to be awake when practicing Taoism?" Daozi Cen asked calmly, "I am Daozi Cen, and I have yet to ask you a question?"

"Zhong Mo."

A man named Zhong Mo appeared above the stage, wearing a coarse linen shirt, with his chest exposed, his eyes were as cold as ice but also sharp.

"One battle will tell you what it means to be awake."

Duels often occur in Miaoyinfang. The owner of this place does not stop them, but instead adds protection, adding a bit of fun to the elegant atmosphere.

"Brother Dao, it is in your interest. I cannot refuse."

The transparent wall trembled, and Cen Daozi stepped into the air, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and white clothes as white as snow. His restrained aura made it seem as if thousands of swords were hidden on his body.

"Although Miaoyinfang allows competitions, please stop at a certain point." Zu Mengran stood on the stage, speaking softly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's true that beauty is the root of trouble. Two strangers are fighting."

"The duel between the son of Nanlin Sword Master and the unknown swordsman is interesting."

Only Yang Shuan mentioned the 'key point' in the face of the duel, "Old Wang, if you don't go up, Zu Mengran will be snatched away by the winner. Hey, what are you doing! I'm not kidding!"

Wang Xiao picked up the animal bones he had chewed and chased after him.

"Keep it simple. Let's decide the outcome in three moves."

"can."

The two men did not move their hands, but their Qi was already released. The courtyard was filled with two auras, and the sharp sound of the sword collided with the heavy blade. The sky, which was as bright as day, was divided into two, with colorful flags fluttering and strong winds whistling. Both sides controlled their strength precisely, without causing any leakage.

"I can't experience that charm inside the house, I have to go out." Wang Xiao didn't want to miss the opportunity to watch the fight between the geniuses up close, so he walked through the transparent wall and stood in the corner to experience it.

Yang Shuan and others followed closely behind, "Old Wang, be careful, it's no joke if they make a mistake!"

"I couldn't help it. Sorry." Wang Xiao apologized.

"As expected of you, you're so anxious even before Zu Mengran appeared."

When they left the box, their words could not escape the ears of Zu Mengran on the stage. She was not angry, but instead became interested in Wang Xiao, the first one to rush out.

People also walked out of other rooms, wanting to experience it up close.

After a brief collision, the sky returned to calm, and the two sides were equally matched. What they were fighting for was momentum, faith, and their own way. The way was simple, and no moves were better than moves. The two sides looked at each other and put away their contempt.

There are two more moves, and now it’s time to get serious.

Cen Daozi pointed to the sky with one hand, and a loud sound like the Huanglu bell ringing in the sky. A blue unicorn parted the clouds and looked down at all living beings.

A wild world was born above Zhong Mo's head. It was cold and desolate, all things were silent, and a heavy aura sealed the sky and the earth.

"Nanlin Divine Sword!"

"Great Wilderness Sword Technique!"

The unicorn's four hooves split the sky, and thousands of swords rained down in all directions. The barbaric prison was thick and deep, and was also pierced with countless holes.

Zhong Mo put his palms together, the cage began to shrink, and the holes gradually turned into tiny cracks.

Cen Daozi's fingertips glowed, and all the energy in Qilin's body gathered in his mouth and sprayed towards the place with the largest crack.

Finally, the Qilin and the cage disappeared with a loud bang. The two men's robes fluttered, and they stood still as the splashing spiritual energy swept them away.

"Where did this independent cultivator come from? How could he be so powerful that he could rival Daozi Cen?"

"Great Wilderness Sword Art... Could it be that he is the descendant of the One-Armed Sword Demon?"

"Hiss, this is interesting."

"Very strong, I'll remember your name." Cen Daozi's eyes narrowed slightly. He had fought all over the Southern Region and had never encountered such a strong opponent. He no longer looked down on him.

"As expected, he is the number one person in the Southern Region."

The rough and stern Zhong Mo used his spiritual energy to amplify his voice: "I can't control the next move myself, so those who don't have enough cultivation should retreat to the room."

Some people listened to his advice while others refused to believe it, and quite a few people stayed outside after he finished speaking.

Instantly, clouds and mist rolled, wind and thunder surged. A vortex of spiritual energy appeared in the sky, and a dark purple long sword slowly emerged. The demons roared, as if welcoming the arrival of the monarch.

On the other side, a huge shadow came from the sky. With every step, a golden lotus appeared, bringing auspiciousness to the world. Holding a fairy sword, he wiped out the world.

"The Meteoric Demonic Blade!"

"Flying Fairy from Heaven!"

Just as Zhong Mo said, as soon as their offensive was formed, some people could no longer hold on and hurriedly retreated back to the box.

"How could he know Senior Louwai's unique skill, the Fairy from the Sky?" Wang Xiao was puzzled.

Zhong Mo's pupils turned purple and blood mist filled his body.

"kill!"

The dark purple Sky Meteorite Demon Blade is wrapped in a murderous aura, it is used to kill immortals and prove its truth.

Cen Daozi opened his arms, as if to merge with the immortal. Golden lotus and auspicious clouds all floated to the front to neutralize the murderous aura. The immortal sword instantly pierced through the space and stabbed on the blade.

Cen Daozi chose to fight head-on. There was more and more blood mist on Zhong Mo's body, the power of the magic knife became stronger and stronger, and the lotus and auspicious clouds were all corroded into blood color.

"The Meteorite Demon Blade is too powerful. Cen Daozi is in danger." The people who were still holding on outside commented.

Seeing that the immortal sword was at a disadvantage, the shadow above Cen Daozi's head picked up the magic knife without hesitation.

"boom!"

Miaoyinfang's defensive formation was passively activated, isolating the impact of the explosion.

The violent storm swept through, giving people the illusion that the stars in the night sky were shaky. Cen Daozi staggered in the air to steady himself, his torn clothes covered with blood.

Zhong Mo's situation was even worse. He was covered in blood due to the powerful attack. Fortunately, he was still able to stay awake and float.

The sharpest blades of the magic knife and the immortal sword happened to be approaching Wang Xiao and his men. The scene of immortals bleeding and demons crying could be vaguely seen. The aftermath of the top young cultivators was still not something that ordinary people could resist.

"careful!"

Wang Xiao jumped up and punched them twice, breaking away their remaining strength.