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

Beijing.

Treasure Court.

Tong Xiangyu lay sideways on the jade bed, a pair of tender white slender jade legs folded together casually, vaguely revealing the wonderful spring.

She was wearing a lavender tight-fitting cheongsam, showing her perfect hot figure, with a mature woman's bun on her head, embellishing her mature and charming temperament with dignity and elegance.

The plump red lips have a plump luster like a peach, which makes people want to take a sip.

"This little bastard actually agreed..."

Tong Xiangyu put down the letter sent overnight, and there was a trace of inexplicable meaning in her beautiful eyes.

does it worth?
She actually wanted to ask that little bastard, is it worth it?
What I did at the beginning was just a casual move, and I even thought of using him as a shield.

But now he is ignoring such a precious opportunity and agrees with just one sentence.

"Hey……"

Tong Xiangyu sighed quietly, with mixed emotions in her heart.

The cold moonlight shone through the window on the twelfth floor and shone on the beautiful glory of the woman.

Liu Mei frowned slightly, and she took away the warm letter with her bare hands, Tong Xiangyu suddenly remembered that night again.

The warm breath, the very generous hug, the concerned greeting, and the undisguised concern in the eyes.

It seems that this is the first time in this life that someone treats me like this.

The heart that had been dusty for many years felt a little warmth, Tong Xiangyu's cheeks flushed, and her skin was filled with a faint blush.

Yin Fang bit her red lips lightly, her hands tugged at the corners of her clothes, she couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in at this moment.

Tong Xiangyu raised his eyes and looked out of the window. The bright moon was hanging high, and he could vaguely see the attic in the distance.

"Anyway, I won't let you lose..."

……

The sunshine in early spring looks like a lazy woman, which makes people unable to lift the slightest energy, but the cold mist brought by the breeze blows by, makes people feel like a knife.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

In front of the mountain of Bailudong Academy, a few boys and girls in thin clothes were waiting here in a state of desperation.

Some of them were holding books, some were holding sticks and writing randomly on the ground, but no one answered the man's question just now.

Ah this...

Although Wang Chong was embarrassing, he didn't feel that his brothers were disrespectful to him. The disciples of the academy were like this, as if in their eyes, nothing was more precious than the principles in the book.

If it weren't for the rules set by Mr. Qi, they would never want to go to the capital to get involved in this muddy water.

Just ask you, in the cold winter months, lying on the bed, holding a book of sages, savoring the essence of it carefully, isn’t it delicious?

For some people, it is really not fragrant, such as Poria cocos at this time.

"Junior Brother, are you dressed yet? Would you like Senior Sister to help you?"

"Ah?! No need for senior sister, I'll be fine soon."

Hearing Wei Zian's flustered voice, Fu Ling curled her lips in frustration, "It's boring."

She thought very simply, if she went to the capital earlier, she would have more time to buy some delicious food, so that she would not be too boring when attending the opening ceremony.

Unexpectedly, the stupid junior brother hadn't woken up at this point.

"Senior Sister, go wake me up next time too." Shui Miao blinked her big cute eyes and looked at Fu Ling expectantly.

When the senior sister told her to go together to wake Wei Zian to wake up, Shui Miao was so shocked. In most of his life, he had never heard that the senior sister was so kind to others.

"You?" Fu Ling gave her a sideways glance, "Let's forget it."

"Why?" Shui Miao asked unwillingly, blinking aggrievedly.

"Of course it's because you are too diligent and don't have to wake up."

Fu Ling stretched out her hand and patted this naive junior sister on the head, and then looked at Wei Zian's room. This smelly junior has not been tidied up yet!

I got up too early?

Shui Yumiao subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that there was some truth.

Then I'm sorry to be later?
Shui Yanmiao took a sneak peek at Fu Ling, and her mind became more and more determined.

In the room at this time.

wow-

Water droplets slipped from the cheeks, ripples appeared in the wooden basin, and the handsome face was broken and round, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Wei Zian patted his stiff cheeks with both hands, his bloodshot eyes were full of fear.

In yesterday's dream, he actually saw himself using the Jinghong Sword!
This sounds commonplace, but the group of disciples behind them shouted excitedly, "Sword Ten!".

Wei Zian turned around in a daze, but saw an unfathomable smile on the master's face.

The dark spots and wrinkles all over the face were crowded together, but the corners of the old man's mouth were raised in a strange arc. He spread his old palm, and inside was a shaking jade pee.

If Wei Zi'an was struck by lightning, he woke up from his dream instantly.

That jade pendant was the jade pendant given to him by his mother, but the master made it clear that at most only three people knew about this jade pendant, so who was the one who pulled him into the dream?
Wei Zian never believed that it was his own dream, the monk already possessed the ability to control self-awareness, even in deep sleep.

Unless someone pulls himself into a dream with mighty force!
From the initial sword power to Jinghong, from the first sword to the lost sword ten.

Wei Zi'an always felt that someone had played a trick on him.

He tried his best to recall the person who handed him the sword scripture back then, but no matter what, he couldn't think of that person's appearance.

There is only one sign that is too vague to be more vague, which seems to be the old man?

Wei Zian suddenly remembered the master in his dream, and when he frowned to think about it, the face of the master in the dream also began to become blurred.

He should know his mother, otherwise he wouldn't have that jade pendant in his hand.

But what is he for?
Is giving yourself the sword scripture just to make yourself stronger?
Wei Zian shook his head, cleared the messy thoughts in his mind, evaporated the water with spiritual energy, opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Senior brother!"

Wei Zian was taken aback for a moment, followed by a pain in his head.

"Why did you come out now?!"

Fu Ling pinched her waist with both hands, and angrily reprimanded.

"do you know……"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that Wei Zian's state was not right, she stretched out her hand to touch Wei Zian's forehead, and then frowned slightly.

"Little brother, are you feeling well?"

"No."

Seeing Fu Ling's worried face, Wei Zian couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, let's go, Senior Sister, I'm sorry for the delay."

"Is it really all right?" Fu Ling looked at him suspiciously, and did not forget to ask: "You must tell me if you have anything to do."

"Understood, Senior Sister."

"..."

Shui Yanmiao blinked, why did she always feel that she was redundant?