Dream Picking Records

At night, the moon is high in the sky and the sky is full of stars.

"The Pan family is everywhere. What on earth do they want to do in Feishan?" Wang Xiao's thoughts were in a mess and he couldn't figure it out for a long time.

He stood on the top of the mountain and looked out. On one side was the vast desert with no one living there, and on the other side was the Buddhist holy land illuminated by holy light.

Is there anything that even Wujing, a Buddhist, doesn't know?

The mountains are high and the roads are long, so where did the Pan family get the news?

Suddenly, he recalled a small town in the Northern Territory, the barren mountain where Uncle Fang and Yuanyuan worshipped. Weren't the bandits in Black Wind Mountain also searching for something under the orders of Master Pan?

Fang Tianming, who exhausted the family's luck, and the formation that sealed the Dark Demon King, both happened in an unknown era. Is there a connection between them?

He had no way of knowing.

"Hey, isn't this that guy?"

As Wang Xiao was pacing back and forth on the mountain, he was surprised to see a familiar figure.

"Why is he here?"

Out of curiosity, Wang Xiao followed carefully from behind.

The figure in front of him wandered around the mountain for a while, then flew towards the desert. When he chased to the edge of the desert, the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The area ahead was dead silent, without a single sound. Looking ahead, the space was like a ripple of silk, the boundless desert was flowing like mercury, and the stars in the sky also stopped at the border between the desert and the Bandit Mountain.

The desert before him was too strange and had hosted many horrifying legends. With his current level of cultivation, he did not dare to set foot in it.

He sat cross-legged on the edge and waited until the dawn light shone, but the figure did not return.

Later, many people saw the Buddhist disciple Wujing coming to the bandit mountain again. The rumor that the Buddhist disciple was kidnapped was broken, but a new rumor was born - the Buddhist disciple was bewitched by the bandit mountain villains with unknown magic.

On Bandit Mountain, Wujing found Wang Xiao and told him. He asked the elders in the sect, and the answer he got was that they had never heard of any relics or anything like that.

Wang Xiao was very puzzled. He had never heard of Buddhism even though it was nearby, but the Pan family, who were far away in the imperial city, would not make up something out of nothing, right? In short, one side must be right about this matter. Combined with the figure he saw last night, he was more inclined to believe that the Buddhist monk was lying or really didn't know.

When Wujing left, the people at the foot of the mountain saw Wang Xiao enthusiastically seeing him off, followed by Han Mouren and Ji Bude. They were all stunned. How could a Buddhist have such a good relationship with Murong? The top five Devil-Slayer Sect, the former second brother and his good friend were also subdued?

After seeing it with their own eyes, those who were still unwilling to accept the challenge secretly considered whether they were qualified enough.

No one came, Wang Xiaole was quiet.

That night, he sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, concentrating his mind and patrolling his territory.

Suddenly, a very weak wave entered his field of vision. If he hadn't thought about carefully checking every corner, he would have let it go.

At first he thought it was the figure he saw last night, but the other party tried his best to conceal his breath, which was obviously inconsistent with the figure's behavior last night.

"Fellow Daoist, please show yourself and have a chat."

The black shadow had never been discovered by anyone since his appearance, and he thought that the other party was trying to trick him, so he hid and did not move.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao locked his mind on the situation, then raised his hand and threw the black brick out.

The black shadow's pupils shrank. Seeing the black brick coming towards him, he chose to hide in front of the boulder motionlessly and took the blow.

"what?"

Seeing that the other party did not dodge, Wang Xiao controlled the black brick and aimed at him again.

"Don't hit, don't hit!"

The black shadow finally realized that he was indeed exposed. He screamed and begged for mercy.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my bandit mountain?"

"I am Murong Hanhai, and I have heard that Brother Bawang is very famous in Feishan, so I have come to visit him."

"Murong? Is it such a coincidence?" Several thoughts flashed through Wang Xiao's mind, and he flew over to him to examine him. Who would be so kind as to come out to visit someone at night? Combined with the news he had heard before, Wang Xiao immediately decided to trick him.

"Did your family ask you to come?"

Wang Xiao deliberately pulled him to the corner and whispered.

In Murong Hanhai's eyes, this was a sign of the family's consistent caution. He originally had a trace of doubt, but when he heard the other party mention the family, he put it aside.

"No, I came here spontaneously because I admire Brother Ba Wang's behavior."

"How can I explain to my family if someone finds out?"

"Brother Ba Wang is too cautious. Except for those who practice the magic of hiding their shadows, they must be at a much higher level than us to be discovered."

"Humph, if we are not careful, how can our family survive to this day?"

Wang Xiao spoke in a low voice. As he got deeper and deeper into the play, he became more and more certain of the identity of the person in front of him! But this person was a little naive, or did he have a way to confirm Wang Xiao's identity as Murong?

"Brother Ba Wang taught me that it was Han Hai who was wrong. I will be more careful next time." Seeing Wang Xiao's serious attitude, Murong Han Hai hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"Just remember this. If there is a next time, I will report it to the family!"

"Thank you, Lord Saint, for your mercy. Han Hai will never do this again!"

Murong Hanhai was frightened by his aura and became more and more convinced that he was the holy son of the Murong family in this era, who was now traveling into the world.

"Son of the Holy Spirit? Damn, could the legendary Murong family really be a lineage of the Saint of Thieves?" Wang Xiao really didn't expect the other party to call him that. He remained calm on the outside, maintaining a cold and serious expression.

"You have good eyesight."

"Hehe, you are worthy of being the Saint Son. You have mastered the Wuxiang Divine Art. I saw it clearly a few days ago. It is really eye-opening!"

"You are such a big mouth that is easily fooled." Wang Xiao laughed secretly in his heart. He guessed that the Wuxiang Divine Art was the chapter on controlling Qi in the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest.

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, leave first. Remember, don't alarm anyone and don't leave any traces."

"As you command! Hanhai will report to my branch that the current Holy Son has been born!"

Wang Xiao followed the principle of saying too much and making mistakes and stopped talking. As soon as he finished his instructions, Murong Hanhai disappeared silently like a ghost. If Wang Xiao hadn't been watching from the side, he might not have been able to catch how he disappeared. He couldn't help but yearn for the invisible magic skill he talked about.

"The Murong family is really interesting. They are so secretive that even their branches don't know about the birth of the Holy Son?"

When Wang Xiao was thinking, Murong Hanhai suddenly appeared in front of him again, smiling awkwardly, and he almost forgot the most important thing of this trip.

"Son, did I forget to ask you something important?"

"What's the matter?"

"Has the Zong family decided to rule the world as the Qitian Dao Sect?"

"What do you say?"

Murong Hanhai sneered, not daring to look him in the eye, and disappeared silently again.

"Huh?" When he got closer to feel it again, he felt that the invisible skill displayed by Murong Hanhai was a bit familiar.

"Or have you decided to use the identity of Qitian Daomen?"

Wang Xiao felt that the words of the big mouth Murong Hanhai contained very important information!

After confirming that Murong Hanhai had indeed left, he immediately lit the incense.

"Brother, brother...brother."

Wang Xiao’s calls continued to echo in the square of Qitian Taoist Sect.

"What's the matter?"

"Great, Brother hasn't slept yet!"

Taoist Priest Pei and Taoist Priest Qin were so sleepy that they could hardly open their eyes. If it weren't for their dear junior brother calling them, they would have torn down the guy who disturbed the old man's rest.

"I seem to have discovered some news related to the Dao Sect."

"What? Junior brother, can you say it again? " The two old men were instantly awakened from all sleepiness and became more energetic.

"I suspect that the Murong family or the lineage of the Thief Saint knows something about Taoism."

"The Murong family? The Thief Saint?"

"Well, I suspect that the Murong family might be the lineage of the Thief Saint." Wang Xiao told them what had just happened.

"Two senior brothers, have you heard of the names of these two forces?"

"Um... I haven't heard of it. I guess it's a force that appeared in the future. What about you, Lao Qin?"

Taoist Qin thought about it and shook his head.

"Junior brother just mentioned that the word that person used was 'still', which means he knows something about our sect." Taoist Qin narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura.

"That's right. As far as I know, no one has ever figured out the details of these two forces. They are very mysterious." Wang Xiao said.

"Mysterious?" Taoist Master Pei said disdainfully, "In our eyes, there is nothing that cannot be found out!"

"Then have you figured out who stole the Dao Sect's property?"

The two of them laughed awkwardly and kept silent.

"Brothers, please pay more attention. If they are really the Thief Saint, there may be unexpected results."

"It seems like it's time for Xiaoyao Erxian to return to the arena."

Wang Xiao was embarrassed by the nickname that Master Pei called out, and said, "Don't call me the Second Immortal. The recent incident of the Thief Saint was caused by you two old men."

Faced with their embarrassment, Wang Xiao reminded them to be careful, and the two of them confidently patted their chests to assure them.

"Don't worry, we will do it secretly this time."

After bidding farewell to his senior brother, Wang Xiao under the moon felt that the opportunity for a breakthrough had come, so he closed the door to Feishan for the next few days.