Dream Picking Records

Wang Xiao's right arm was covered with dragon scales, and Xue Fu Tu had no way to avoid it in the limited space. He tried every means to defend himself, but the pair of dragon claws still pierced his chest. Then, in his dying eyes, Wang Xiao punched through the blood prison.

"As expected, one must fight against powerful opponents to discover one's own shortcomings. I wonder how strong the Holy Son of the Holy Pavilion is..."

Wang Xiao looked towards the horizon, his blood boiling, and he felt a vague sense of anticipation.

Suddenly he noticed someone coming behind him.

"Amitabha, the young monk is late."

"Wu Jing, why are you here?"

"I sensed the murderous intent as I passed by, but when I got there it was already over."

"I think you want to practice the Record of Deliverance."

Wang Xiao laughed, because when Wujing arrived, he clearly sensed that unique murderous aura.

Han Mouren, Ji Bude and Wang Xiaohan happened to come back as well. When they saw the corpse on the ground, they recognized the mark of the Holy Pavilion killer.

Han Mouren asked: "Master Murong, have you been targeted by a killer?"

"Yes, it seems that we have to separate first. You must remember not to reveal the identity of the Qitian Dao League. I will be with you again when I achieve Dao fruit in the future."

Ji Bude said: "Master's business is our business. How can we leave you at this time?"

"Me too!" Wang Xiaoyu touched his head with a simple and honest look on his face.

"The situation is special. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. I am too passive. Believe me, I will be fine on my own."

Wang Xiao shook his head gently. Seeing that they were about to speak again, he said firmly, "Don't say anything more. If you want to recognize me as your friend, then listen to me."

He said and turned away.

That night, the five people spent their last night in the bandit mountain.

As they drank, they talked about their relationships.

"I think back then, Ji Bude, the Taoist priest and I didn't know each other until we fought. It's a shame that we met too late. It's a pity that we have to part so soon."

"Brother Han, there is no need to do this. Didn't the Taoist priest say that we will meet again someday?"

"Amitabha, I was invited to Feishan Mountain, and that's how I met Mr. Murong. Buddha said that five hundred years of practice resulted in a chance encounter in this life. When fate comes, we should cherish it."

"Then my encounter with the Taoist priest is different from yours." Wang Xiaoyu said.

Everyone became interested and wanted to hear him continue.

"Yes, you want to rob me as soon as we meet."

"I admire you!" Everyone laughed and couldn't help but admire him.

"Master Murong, Buddhist disciple Wujing, are you going to participate in the Five Realms Grand Meeting in the near future?"

Seeing the two nod, Han Mouren continued, "Then you better hurry up. When we went out to travel, we heard that the pre-screening of the quota was about to begin. Wujing Buddhist disciples have their own quota recommended by the Buddhist sect. What are you going to do, Taoist priest?"

Wang Xiao smiled slightly, "I have my own clever plan, you don't have to worry about me."

Ji Bude said: "With the Taoist's skills and cultivation level, there shouldn't be much of a problem. It's a pity that we have limited talent and will not be able to attend the event. But we can cheer for you from the sidelines!"

"In the path of cultivation, one cannot judge the length of one's practice by the speed of one's moment. No one can predict what will happen in the future."

After saying that, Wang Xiao raised his glass and invited them to drink together.

All good things must come to an end. The next morning, with a word of farewell, Feishan became empty again.

Wang Xiao came to the cloud and opened the door to Taoism according to the formula taught by his senior brother. He sat under the sculpture and practiced for two days, consolidating his perfect state of the eighth level of Guiyuan.

The two brothers had not returned yet, so he took out an object called memory crystal to leave a video.

"Two senior brothers, let's get to know each other again. My name is Wang Xiao, and this is my original appearance. We have been getting along very well for the past two months, but I don't think I am the junior brother you are looking for. You ignored me when you were looking at the sculptures."

As he spoke, he restored the sculpture to its original appearance and gave it a close-up.

"I wish you can find your master and your true junior brother as soon as possible, and retrieve the heritage of the Dao Sect. If you can't find them, I will help you find them later! I have to go visit my friends first and practice hard to prepare for the Five Realms Grand Meeting that will be held soon."

"Goodbye, brothers."

Wang Xiao had just finished recording when he turned around to find that two Taoist priests had appeared behind him at some point, which made him blush and feel embarrassed.

The two Taoist priests had seen through his appearance long ago. After hearing his self-introduction, Taoist Priest Qin slapped his head and remembered something.

"Old Pei, I remember now. Master once said that the future apprentice would have a two-character name."

"Oh my god, I already called you senior brother."

The two Taoist priests and Wang Xiao laughed.

"By the way, have you found any trace of the Murong family?"

Taoist Master Pei said, "I think the Murong family is like the rabbit. They disappeared without a trace after chasing. We have been looking around for several days but couldn't find it. I am so angry."

"Junior brother, go and do your thing first. Tens of thousands of years have passed, so there is no need to rush. We will accompany you for a while, and then go out for a stroll. Maybe we can find the relics of the ancient times."

"Okay. Brothers, you have sneaked into the Great Xia Palace before, right? I will take you in again today."

"How do I get in?"

“Go in bright and clear!

"it is good!"

The two Taoist priests took Wang Xiao to experience the thrill of rapid flying. The imperial city, which was originally far away in the sky, was reached in just half a day.

He was very curious about the realm of his two brothers, but every time he got the same answer: "The secret cannot be revealed."

After arriving at the imperial city, Wang Xiao took out the token Xia Qingling had given him, and they came to the outside of the palace without any obstruction. The entrance was heavily guarded and on high alert.

"Please help me report..."

Wang Xiao showed his token and stopped the commander of the guards, wanting him to help convey the message. Coincidentally, a clear and pleasant voice was heard from behind.

"No, come with me."

The person who came happened to be Xia Yingling. She looked at Wang Xiao's face for a long time before she reacted.

"Prince Prince?"

"It's me, Princess Yingling!"

"I heard that Senior Louwai Yuntian has reappeared in the cultivation world and has specially instructed several forces headed by Jinghong Academy not to cause trouble to you. It seems that the rumors are true."

Xia Yingling recalled an incident that had recently spread throughout the Eastern Region, and understood why he appeared in his true form.

"Junior brother, someone wants to harm you?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? Let's go and kill him!"

"Brother, this is my personal matter. I will take care of it in the future."

Wang Xiao was really afraid that they would make some noise. After all, they had been thieves for more than a month and had even visited the Great Xia Palace.

"Master Wang, who are these two Taoist priests?"

The fierce words of Master Pei and Master Qin really stunned her. Jinghong Academy has been passed down for thousands of years and has always been established. Who can threaten to get rid of them? However, the two in front of her didn't seem to care at all. She realized it later and remembered what Xia Qingling had told her about what happened in the Western Regions.

"Could it be..."

"That's right, but they are both my senior brothers now. Let's go check on Qing Ling and the others first."

"Well, they will be very happy to see you."

Xia Yingling brought them to where Feng Tingjun lived. Xia Qingling was there too, so she didn't have to look for him again.

In the yard, Feng Tingjun was lying comfortably on a chair. She had gained weight and her belly was bulging, and it was obvious that she had just eaten.

"Little brother, I have learned the scripture you gave me. I'll give you some more sometime. If you see anything delicious, tell me and I'll send someone to get it for you!"

"Okay, big sister. I'll tell you when I want to eat it. I'll try my best to tell you what Wang Xiao taught me."

"Are the scriptures I taught you so worthless that I can just send you away with a few meals?"

"Ghost!"

Seeing Wang Xiao suddenly appear in front of him, Feng Tingjun bounced up like a little ball and hid behind Xia Qingling.

"What the hell? What's the situation with that tomb? Why has it been renovated?"

"Sister Yingling, you're back!" Xia Qingling threw herself into her arms and looked at Wang Xiao and the two Taoist priests behind him and said, "Brother Xiao, what happened recently? Tell me about it!"

Wang Xiao cut to the chase and told her roughly what had happened, then turned around and asked Feng Tingyun again.

"Tell me, what's going on?"