Dream Picking Records

As a holy place, it can test the special aspects of spiritual practice. The scenery alone can be regarded as a paradise on earth, so it is often crowded. Countless people come here to try to leave their names on the record monument, and some people come here to write poems and paint to find beautiful women.

When Wang Xiao and Feng Tingyun arrived, they saw a scene of steam rising from the sky. The vast ocean was a special purple color, with clouds and mist, and the air was ethereal. There was a green area in the sea, and the breeze blew, and the bamboo leaves swayed and danced lightly. Taking a deep breath made people feel relaxed and relieved.

In the bamboo forest, a handsome young man was playing the jade flute, and several women were dancing gracefully beside him. The melodious music and graceful dance attracted many people to stop and admire.

Suddenly, two daggers flew out from the crowd and pointed at the man's chest and throat. Wang Xiao was closer, and seeing this, he shook his hand and shot them down.

After failing to hit him, the killer glared at Wang Xiao fiercely and tried to escape among the crowd, but was caught by an old man who suddenly appeared and thrown aside. The killer was decisive and bit the poison hidden in his mouth and died.

"The sound of the phoenix flute moved the beautiful woman, and she started dancing. It's a pity that her fun was disturbed." The man was unmoved, and when the song ended, he just said it was a pity.

"Tsk, Feng Xiao, do you think you deserve it?" Feng Tingyun was the first to pout when he heard this polite remark.

The man was dressed in simple, noble and reserved clothes. His demeanor suddenly changed and he said, "Brother, you bird are prejudiced against me."

Wang Xiao was a little speechless. The other person was just using the word "phoenix" to describe it, but the little guy was unhappy.

"Sorry, he has always dreamed of flying onto a tree branch and turning into a phoenix, so he is quite sensitive to the word 'phoenix'." As he said this, he pinched Feng Tingyun's mouth and let him resist silently.

"That's interesting. My last name is Yang Shuan, and I'm from the Imperial City. Thank you for your help just now, Brother Dao."

"My name is Wang Yu, this is..."

"I am Wang Da!"

Feng Tingyun was very dissatisfied with his explanation. Wang Xiao did not refute it, letting the little guy talk nonsense and vent his anger.

"Brother Yang, are you a descendant of Mr. Yang, a great hero in the founding of the country?"

"That's right, but I am incompetent and have brought disgrace upon the reputation of our ancestors." When Yang Shuan mentioned the glory of his ancestors, his thoughts drifted away for a while, then he came back to his senses and shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Yang's achievements are great and make people yearn for him." Wang Xiao has been familiar with the deeds of several dukes since he was a child. He admires their contributions to helping the ancestor of Daxia to overcome difficulties and accomplish unification.

Yang Shuan smiled and thanked him.

"Are you going to leave your names on the monument? Meeting is fate, why don't we go together?" The man waved to his female companions in a casual manner, indicating that he was leaving. However, the women were reluctant to leave.

"Brother Taoist, I cannot refuse your kindness. Please." Seeing that the other party had a good temper and seemed familiar with the place, he agreed to go with him.

The vast sea was as vast as a mirror, the bamboo forest was elegant, and the grass was lush. The four people walked through it while talking and arrived at a huge stone tablet.

The stone tablet was filled with names, and the top ten names were the most dazzling, engraved at the top, shining brightly. It was unknown when the stone tablet was built, and the rankings were refreshed every thousand years. Heroes and heroes from ancient times to the present are all proud to be on the list. Although there were many people standing around eager to try, a place was tacitly left for people to test.

The first stone tablet corresponds to the realm of self-cultivation. You only need to use the power of your physical body to let the stone tablet feel it.

A strong man on the field was ready to fight, but the powerful punch did not cause the stone tablet to respond. Seeing this, the strong man left dejectedly.

"It's not that easy after all. It's not enough to just look strong."

"Of course. The first two thousand will get a response, and only the first one thousand can leave their names. They are all elite strongmen!"

While the spectators were talking, a seemingly weak girl stepped forward. Her light punch caused a reaction on the stone tablet, and a line of words condensed from spiritual energy announced her ranking.

"One thousand nine hundred and twenty-eight."

"That's incredible. Even though he didn't leave his name behind, he is still a strong man in terms of physical strength."

"Any man who marries her will be in trouble!" Someone exclaimed, and naturally someone else made fun of him. The man who spoke was glared at by the girl and ran away.

"Hey, a monk from the Western Regions."

In front of the stone tablet, a young monk wearing a cassock stands with his hands clasped together, looking solemn and majestic.

"Hey, Master, do monks also strive for this kind of title?"

"Amitabha, I only want to witness the results of my practice." The monk saluted the speaker with a blank expression. After that, he made a seal with one hand and slapped the stone tablet. After a moment, the stone tablet glowed, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around. This was a sign that they could leave their names. A light spot started to rise from the thousandth place, but unfortunately it stopped after a while.

"Eight hundred and forty-two."

Everyone was shocked. Today, they were fortunate enough to witness someone enter the top 1,000 and successfully leave their name.

The corners of the monk's mouth rose slightly, but he soon calmed down again. After carving his name, he turned around and left. The spectators respectfully dispersed through a passage.

Yang Shuan saw a figure in the crowd and immediately waved to greet him. Opposite him was a woman, standing slenderly under the protection of guards, with bright eyes and a charming smile, her skin was as smooth as cream, and her light yellow dress made her figure more slender. She smiled back when she saw Yang Shuan.

On the way here, they had a good chat and found that Yang Shuan, like Xia Ye, did not have the airs of a nobleman. After seeing the situation in front of him, Wang Xiao immediately nudged him with his elbow: "Brother Yang, why don't you show off?"

Yang Shuan said with a bitter face: "To be honest, my cultivation is okay, but my body has not been specially tempered."

"I can see that you spend all your time on writing." Feng Tingjun exposed it mercilessly.

"Wang Da is right. The main reason I came here today is because she would come." He confessed.

Then they saw the woman opposite them come to the stone tablet under the protection of the guards. Beautiful women are always the focus of the occasion, and their outstanding temperament and appearance make people around them look at them. When her jade hand touched the stone tablet, it also glowed.

"One thousand two hundred and twenty-three."

This time it was Wang Xiao's turn to smirk: "Can you handle this?"

Yang Shuan remained calm and praised, "The three siblings in their family are really amazing. I will introduce them to you in the future if I have the chance, provided you have enough ability."

After the woman left the stage, there was an endless stream of people coming forward to try, but most of them did not perform well.

"Brother Yang, do you know who ranks first?" Wang Xiao asked curiously, looking at the name at the top.

"The greatest swordsman of all time, Senior Louwai with a three-foot-long sword that shakes the sky." Yang Shuan raised his head and stared at the top of the stone tablet with a look of reverence.

When Yang Shuan mentioned this name, he became excited because it was so legendary. He rose from obscurity, one man and one sword, marching forward triumphantly, facing challenges head-on, and never failing in his life.

In his era, although there were many stars, there were few who could compare with him. Throughout the ages, no one in the same realm of swordsmanship could surpass him. This name is sitting on the top of all the stone tablets in the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest!

Unfortunately, he suddenly disappeared when he was at the peak of his career, leaving only some rumors, so that many people almost forgot his deeds.