Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Master, are all the disciples in the academy like this... humility?"

After the discussion, everyone left one after another, leaving only Wei Zian and Mr. Qi in their hearts.

"Humility?" Mr. Qi was taken aback for a moment, "Your description is quite interesting."

"They're lazy and it's time to find something to get them moving."

"Zian, what's the matter with you?"

Wei Zian nodded, and told the master everything about Tong Xiangyu's letter.

Mr. Qi fell silent after hearing this, and closed his eyes slightly as if he was thinking about something.

The breeze blows slowly, and Mr. Qi's slender white beard moves with the wind, and his old face is full of wrinkles, full of traces of time.

At this time, it seems that Mr. Qi is just a slightly older old man.

But how much did this old man pay for this world, and how many unknown sufferings he endured?
Wei Zi'an just watched like this, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although there is an inexplicable relationship with the master, the master himself is enough to be admired.

"can."

After a while, Mr. Qi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"You agree?"

Wei Zian was a little surprised. To be honest, he felt that his request was a little too much, that is, he used the name of Bailudong Academy and helped Tong Xiangyu with other things.

"Why don't you agree?" Mr. Qi said softly: "Since I have accepted you as a disciple, I naturally want to support you. The master is not old yet, and he can still shelter you from the wind and rain."

"You are still young, do whatever you want."

Hearing the master's concerned words, Wei Zi'an's nose was sour, and a sense of belonging came into his heart.

Perhaps until now, he didn't feel that this master was really a master.

"However, there is one thing I want to entrust to you. The Zhang family is related to the royal family. Now you still have to pay attention to a little bit of propriety."

"The disciple understands."

Wei Zian bowed slightly, "The disciple will leave first."

"Don't forget to meet up with your senior sister in the future and go to the capital to attend the Wind and Cloud Meeting."

Wei Zian paused, and suddenly remembered the doubt in his heart.

"Master, I don't know why you asked me to participate in the Fengyun meeting? Or what do you need me to do?"

Hearing this, Mr. Qi slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of wisdom flashed in the cloudy pupils.

"You just need to go, that's enough."

What does this mean... Wei Zian frowned slightly, saluted and turned to leave.

Seeing the figure of the closed disciple leaving, Mr. Qi suddenly stood up, folded his sleeves with both hands, and performed a proper etiquette.

But Wei Zian didn't know about these things.

"The world is about to fall, what about the king?"

Mr. Qi sighed faintly, his thin body stuck among the mountains, like a lonely weed.

……

For the next two days, Wei Zi'an stayed in his room and concentrated on training. After hearing what the master said, he didn't think much about it anymore.

That night, Wei Zian was flipping through a book of swords, when the candles in the room flickered suddenly, followed by a faint knock on the window.

"Who?"

Wei Zi'an opened his mouth to ask, but there was no reply from outside the window.

It's so late, who else could it be?
Wei Zian frowned slightly, got up and opened the window.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the small courtyard was deserted, with no one in sight.

Could it be the wind?

Thinking this way, Wei Zi'an looked down, and there was a quaint book on the ground outside the window, the pages on it had turned yellow, it seemed that it had been a long time.

"This is?"

Wei Zian took it back lightly, and the book fell into his hands.

"The ever-changing?"

Could it be a sword scripture?
For some reason, this idea suddenly appeared in Wei Zian's mind.

He quickly opened it and found that it was indeed a book of swordsmanship. The pages of the book were deliberately vicissitudes of life. Every time he turned a page, he seemed to see a person dancing a sword in front of his eyes.

The Sword Manual is not too thick, it has ten pages in total, and each page records a sword technique, from Sword One to Sword Nine. deliberately hidden.

Who left it?
Wei Zi'an frowned, unable to figure it out, he simply closed the window and took the sword scripture into the room.

The window was closed for a moment, then opened suddenly, Wei Zian poked his head out and looked carefully, but there was no one there.

"Strange..."

Wei Zi'an rubbed his head, full of doubts in his heart.

"This kid is really a ghost."

Outside the window, a dirty old man stood at the door, with a beard and a beggar, but there was a different kind of light in his eyes.

"But it's okay, I'm not in vain for my painstaking efforts."

The old man stroked his beard and laughed.

Suddenly, he felt a ray of divine consciousness sweeping over, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and the figure disappeared in place, as if it had never appeared before.

on top of the mountain.

A trace of confusion flashed across Mr. Qi's face, and he murmured in a low voice, "Is it an illusion..."

……

inside the house.

Wei Zian turned to the first page, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but follow suit.

After a while, Wei Zi'an's face flashed a trace of bewilderment. He always felt that he had seen this sword technique before, and it was easy to practice, as if it was engraved in his bones.

"Sword one, sword two, all the way to sword nine, what is the missing sword ten?"

Speaking of which, why didn't I have the slightest precaution, as if I saw an old friend?
Wei Zi'an closed the book and fell into deep thought.

The candles in the room were gradually extinguished, and there was a breeze again in the dark night, rustling the large bamboo forest.

In the dream, Wei Zian felt that he had come to a special world.

This place looks like a sect, many disciples are practicing various sword techniques.

Sword Qi is the wind of this world, and sword intent is the Qi of this world.

At first, Wei Zian didn't decide what was strange, until an old Taoist asked him to practice sword.

He skillfully picked up a wooden sword, and practiced one move after another according to the swordsmanship in memory.

The old Taoist was very satisfied, and looked at Wei Zian with pride in his eyes.

The surrounding disciples stopped one after another, looking at Wei Zian without blinking.

"This is the sword."

The old man said so.

"You should do the same."

The old man continued.

The surrounding disciples approached him and surrounded him in the center, and Wei Zian could see clearly that there were nine disciples in total, including him, which happened to be ten.

"Raise the sword!" the old Taoist said loudly.

The nine disciples danced their swords one after another, and for a while, the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the sword intent was lingering.

Among the crowd, Wei Zian suddenly soared into the sky, holding the sword in both hands and thrusting it straight down, with a piercing sword aura and unrivaled sword power!
"Sword Ten, Jinghong."