Dream Picking Records

Wang Xiao was walking through the jungle, thinking carefully about the host's words. Suddenly, a tall man with a huge axe in his hand and a ghost mask on his head jumped out from the front of the road.

"Hey, I opened this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to pass this way, you have to leave money for passage!"

The big man had just assumed his stance and hadn't even stood firmly when he fled without even looking back, as if he had seen something horrifying.

Just when Wang Xiao was about to give him a punch, he ran away, so Wang Xiao turned around and looked behind him in confusion.

He saw a team of more than ten people chasing after him, all wearing clothes from the Changle Palace.

"Fifth Senior Brother, that is the Taoist priest, the descendant of the Thief Saint!"

A group of people quickly surrounded him, and the fifth senior brother stepped out from the crowd to confront him.

"Immeasurable Life and Blessings, what is this for, benefactor?"

The leader yesterday rubbed his swollen face and shouted: "You stinky Taoist priest, have you forgotten me?"

"So it's you guys, tell me, one on one or a group fight?"

The fifth senior brother looked gentle and courteous, and asked suspiciously: "What is a one-on-one fight and what is a group fight?"

Wang Xiao smiled cheerfully and confidently, "A one-on-one fight is a real man-to-man battle between us, and a group fight is a group of you fighting me alone."

"Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. My junior brother sent a message back to our sect yesterday, saying that he suspected that he had discovered the traces of the Thief Saint lineage. Today, I came to ask for your advice and confirm it."

"Fifth Brother, why are you wasting time talking to him? If you arrest him, we will know everything."

"You heard it too. If I don't capture you, I won't be able to convince my fellow apprentices."

Wang Xiao originally wanted to give him some guidance, but after hearing his words, he turned his face and said with disdain: "You look like a dog."

The fifth brother's face darkened, but he quickly recovered: "It seems that Brother Dao has some misunderstandings about our sect. We have to fight him one-on-one to solve it."

"on!"

The fifth senior brother waved his hand, and more than a dozen disciples rushed forward.

"Damn it, you don't have martial ethics!"

"Who doesn't follow martial ethics? The duel I'm talking about is you taking on all of us alone."

The man whose face was swollen after being beaten yesterday rushed to the front again with a rattan whip in his hand. He didn't believe that he couldn't take down the little Taoist priest today with so many backers.

Wang Xiao grabbed the whip and pulled it hard, and the swollen-faced man flew over involuntarily. Wang Xiao then took out the black brick refined by Yuanling Daojin Sacrifice and smashed it on his face.

The two big front teeth rose high into the sky with a "biu" sound.

The remaining dozen or so people were all at the second or third level of Guiyuan realm. Wang Xiao, holding a black brick, soon knocked them all out one by one, leaving only the fifth senior brother standing out from the crowd.

Wang Xiao put one hand on his waist, weighed the black brick with the other, and looked at him.

"The seventh level of Guiyuan, um, not bad. Go and call your brothers and sisters."

"As for you, you don't need them to come out..."

"Snapped."

Wang Xiao teleported behind him, and the black brick broke through the golden light that protected his body and pressed on the back of his head.

The fifth brother's eyes went dark and he fainted along with his fellow junior brothers and sisters.

"Infinite longevity and blessings."

Before leaving, he left a note - Murong Bawang of the Qitian Taoist Sect welcomes everyone to Feishan for a chat.

Not long after, the masked man came back and happily collected the spoils.

Feishan is located in the center of the Western Regions, facing Buddhism and backed by the vast desert.

Legend has it that there was originally a group of bandits who occupied the mountains and were thieves, but later they were influenced by Buddhism and became loyal believers.

"Juyi Hall."

The hall of the past was well preserved. Wang Xiao walked closer and found that the room was spotless and the fire in the middle had not been extinguished for long.

Suddenly he laughed, and saw two ghost face masks hanging behind the bandit leader's seat, which were very similar to the style he had encountered in the forest before.

He found an open space and lit a stick of incense to send a signal to his two senior brothers in heaven.

At noon, the Changle Palace team assembled and headed straight for the bandit mountain under the leadership of the third and fourth senior sisters. Someone leaked the news, and other sects also sent out their troops in a mighty manner.

The desolate Bandit Mountain is bustling again today.

"Murong Bawang, come out quickly. I am Chang Tian from the Tiancan Sect. If you don't come out, I will burn your mountain!"

"Shh."

A brick flew out from the mountain and hit Chang Tian in the face. Chang Tian closed his eyes, kicked his legs, turned 720 degrees and lay on top of the person behind him.

"waste!"

The eldest senior brother of the Tiancan Sect leaned against the sedan chair, hugging a female disciple and shaking his head comfortably.

"I have to do it myself."

"Brother, calm down! Eat some fruit."

The little sister twisted her waist and leaned forward. The eldest brother lifted her chin and said teasingly, "You can eat the rest when I come back."

He slammed the sedan chair with one hand and was ejected like a cannonball.

The black brick flew out from the mountain again and broke his defense neatly. The eldest brother screamed and fell down.

Changle Palace was not very close to Bandit Mountain. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, quite a few people had already gathered on the mountain.

"Is Feishan very famous? Why do so many people come here?"

The fifth senior brother from Changle Palace felt dizzy and didn't know what was going on.

“Young people nowadays need others to carry them down when they are tired after climbing the mountain.” The elder who had followed secretly shook his head as he watched people being carried down one after another. However, he became more interested in the people on the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Wang Xiao put his hands behind his back, but the dark bricks destroyed his posture as a master. He wondered why so many people came.

"Oh, never mind. If the timing is not right, just run away."

Among the crowd of onlookers, a big man was hiding in the back, looking aggrieved. Upon closer inspection, he was exactly the same size as the robber in the forest.

An impatient young man raised his fist and was about to attack Wang Xiao.

"Everyone who comes here must tell me their name. I will not kill nameless people."

"You don't deserve to know my name!"

The young man was arrogant and proud, and the outcome was unpredictable!

Wang Xiao increased the strength of his hand holding the brick, and with a "bang", all his teeth flew out.

"hiss!"

Many people subconsciously covered their cheeks, as it made their teeth hurt just by looking at it!

Maybe because too many people were knocked unconscious, most of the people who came after were very easy-going.

"Yuqi Gate, Duan Chuanshan, Guiyuan Sixth Level, please teach me."

"Qitian Dao Sect, Murong Bawang, Guiyuan Seventh Level."

Wang Xiao had also read some of the books of the Yuqi Sect and did have some insights into the way of Yuqi. The visitor was very polite, so Wang Xiao was happy to play with him for a while.

As the two of them fought, it became like an elder was guiding the younger.

"Qitian Dao Sect? Isn't it said to be the lineage of the Thief Saint?"

"Look, aren't Murong Bawang's moves very similar to Duan Chuanshan's?"

Everyone was puzzled, as they all heard about this through the grapevine.

"I surrender!"

The two men stopped arguing and Duan Chuanshan took the initiative to admit defeat. Although he didn't understand why the other party understood the scriptures of their sect, he gained a lot and retreated to the back happily.

"Kaoshan Sect, Li Kui, Guiyuan fifth level."

"Shui Miao Sect, He Tiantian, Gui Yuan Level 6."

……

Most of the people who came to watch the show actually joined the competition.

"I heard that there is a family sect that has learned from hundreds of schools. Their descendants can imitate the other party's skills just by taking a look. It seems that their surname is Murong."

"Is it really as mysterious as you say?"

"I can only say it's similar, otherwise who can perform so many martial arts moves?"

Wang Xiao also heard the Murong family mentioned in the crowd. If he could use this identity as a cover, why not do it?

He suspected that the ancestors of the Murong family had obtained the Qi Control chapter of the stone tablet scriptures. Through his study, he found that he could indeed imitate it in battle, and he had used it before when facing Shi Shi in the arena.

However, some people also suspect that the Murong family is the King of Thieves. If they were not so elusive, all the factions would really like to come and ask for advice.