Dream Picking Records

After a few people climbed over a hill, a small village appeared. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with white water flowing around the village. It was like spring all year round, with birds singing and flowers blooming.

The villagers were working with smiles on their faces. When they saw a stranger coming, an old lady came forward to greet him warmly and asked if he was here to visit the temple of the elder.

Xia Yingling asked sweetly, "Auntie, does anyone often come here to look for it?"

"Yes, I was still a little girl decades ago. At that time, there was a beast tide, and that senior came here and killed all the monsters with just one swing of the sword. The senior only asked us for some brewed rice wine. To express his gratitude, the village chief ordered people to build a temple to worship. A few days ago, a group of people passed by and stared at the sculpture in a trance. Then more people came here, and now there are still a few of them in the village."

Xia Yingling tapped her head with her fingertips and thought, "I only learned the news recently. My spies here observed people from several sects fighting to the death. After investigating along the way, I found that the sculptures here have the Taoist rhyme left by the predecessors."

"That senior sat in front of the sculpture for a while before leaving. Since then, our village has been peaceful and stable, without any monsters invading."

When talking about that senior, the old lady's expression was full of gratitude.

While walking on the road, Wang Xiao also discovered something unusual. The people in the village were in particularly good spirits and did not look like they would have been tired after years of hard work.

The old lady explained that there was a teacher in the village and the children learned some formulas and came back to teach them. Reciting or silently repeating them several times a day can eliminate fatigue and help them work better.

Several people were amazed that there was such a magical formula that could produce miraculous effects just by reciting it silently.

This village is full of hidden talents!

The old lady led them to the temple enthusiastically. She had something else to do, so she asked them to stay and admire. The temple was not big, but it was clean and tidy, and there were many people worshipping. With the eyes of those who practiced Taoism, they could clearly sense the sword rhythm contained in the sculpture.

"I￥%..."

Wang Xiao was surprised when he saw the sculpture and hurriedly pinched Feng Tingjun's mouth, but he continued to flap his wings.

Yang Shuan and Xia Yingling looked at each other and asked, "Brother Wang, do you know this senior?"

"We met once." Wang Xiao took a deep breath and recounted what happened in Ju'an City.

"You said that the senior claimed to be surnamed Lou?" Yang Shuan rummaged through boxes and took out a scroll of portraits. A man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes came to life on the paper, his appearance and charm were portrayed vividly. He put the scroll aside and kept comparing it.

"Look, aren't their temperaments and spirits very similar?"

"Who is this person in the portrait?"

"Outside the building, clouds and sky!"

What?

Because so much time has passed, not many portraits have been circulated, and many people have only heard of Louwai Yuntian's name. If it weren't for someone who passed by before who happened to know him and discovered a clue, this temple would have remained unknown.

Feng Tingyun kept tapping Wang Xiao's shoulders with his wings and whispered hurriedly, "Give me back the book about the butterfly emerging from its cocoon."

"Oh." Wang Xiao didn't understand why and took out the book and handed it to him. Feng Tingjun's eyes lit up and he stretched out his wings to take it, but the book stopped in the air and he couldn't pull it away no matter how hard he tried.

"Let go!"

Wang Xiao woke up as if from a dream, and knew why Feng Tingyun was so anxious. He loosened his hand and took out another book - Fairy from the Sky.

Considering that they were cheated by the old man at that time, the two books they bought were placed in the corner to gather dust. Now they see that the old senior not only did not deceive them, but they made a lot of money by buying the scriptures with two hundred spirit stones!

The little guy lost his balance and fell to the ground, holding the book and laughing more happily than anything else.

"What books are you two holding?" The unusual behavior of the man and the bird aroused the curiosity of several people.

Upon hearing this, Feng Tingyun hurriedly put the book into her arms and covered it with her lush feathers.

Wang Xiao looked around to make sure no one was watching, then handed the book to them.

"Senior Yuntian's unique skill - Flying Fairy from the Sky!"

The two were stunned. After meeting this brother, they were shocked by one thing after another. Fortunately, they were strong enough to not scream.

After spending many days together, Wang Xiao felt that they were sincere in their friendship with him and their character was trustworthy.

"Take a look and see if it's a fake."

"Brother Wang, this is too precious, we can't use it!"

"I have been with you two recently and I trust you two. If you need anything in the future, please don't refuse."

Yang Shuan was deeply moved by this. The person in front of him did not have the weird personality of geniuses and evildoers. Instead, he was easy to get along with. Now he generously took out the scriptures to share. After circulating his spiritual energy to calm his excited heart, he said that he could discuss with his family and take out items of equal value.

Xia Yingling raised her jade finger and said solemnly, "This is inevitable. I swear in the name of the Third Princess of Daxia that no matter what the prince asks in the future, Yingling will do her duty."

"That won't work, Yingling. What if he wants you to marry him? I don't agree!"

Xia Yingling chuckled: "Do you think Prince Wang is such a person?"

"Haha, I was just joking. Look, Wang Dadu is laughing."

The picture was broken by a discordant sound.

"People who practice Taoism should put aside their emotions and desires. What's the point of quarreling?" A man in his twenties came over with a stern face and a sword in one hand. He drew his sword and threatened, "Go away. Don't disturb my understanding of the way of the sword."

The few people did not want to destroy the peaceful environment of the village, so they did not bother with him and left to find a place to rest in the village. They just sat down in a teahouse and drank a few sips of tea when they heard the man's screams.

"Ah!" He was seen covering his head in pain, rolling on the road, his body covered with sword wounds.

"You deserve it. You deserve it. You tried to comprehend Senior Yuntian's sword rhythm, and now you've suffered backlash." Yang Shuan felt relieved when he saw this scene.

The breeze blows on your face, willows droop, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. A few people sit under the shade of the trees, drinking ordinary tea and cultivating their minds.

Xia Yingling's pleasant voice rang out: "The scenery here is unique. It has a more natural feel than the flowers and plants transplanted in the palace. No wonder the seniors like to live in seclusion in places like this."

"Miss, you are wrong. A small hermit is in the mountains, a medium hermit is in the city, and a great hermit is in the court." The old man had white hair and beard, and was in good spirits. He wore the same simple clothes as the villagers, but it couldn't cover up his otherworldly aura, and he looked like a natural immortal.

"Mr. Huang is here! The tea is ready for you." The shopkeeper greeted warmly.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Huang, you are too polite. Thanks to you, our child can afford to go to school."

The old man was obviously a frequent visitor here, and he was the teacher that the old lady I met when I first entered the village mentioned.

He sat down, took a sip of tea and said kindly: "The so-called hermits who have seen through the world and live in seclusion in the mountains are only secluded in form. To truly achieve the state of mind of forgetting both the self and the world, one can eliminate the noisy interference in the most secular city and enjoy oneself. Therefore, their seclusion in the city is the real spiritual sublimation."