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

The Qingyun Club is a grand event that is held every five years. Although the number of participants each time is not large, they are all a generation of arrogance, and the emperors of the world will also attend. Once they come and go, it becomes a major event for the people of the capital.

At this time, the common people were gathering near Qingyun Peak, discussing the Fengyunhui loudly.

"Have you heard, this year there are Firefox from the Hundred Thousand Mountains participating!"

"I've heard that too. It's said that Miss Firefox is so handsome. It's not an exaggeration to say that a fairy has descended to earth."

"Could it be more handsome than the Luoyan Fairy in the heaven and earth?"

"There is no comparison. Think about it. He is a fox. How many points have been added invisibly."

"It's far away. I heard that there is also Shadow of the Assassin Organization participating. This is also a master. He once personally assassinated the prince of the Yue Kingdom. He is very powerful."

"The people from the Hundred Thousand Mountains are here..."

pata——

"You, huh?"

"Feel sorry."

The Heizi man was dressed in black clothes, and his body was full of evil spirits.

The man stared at him, and immediately lowered his head in fear.

"Where did you just say, Hai, who hates the abyss, I heard that he is still a newcomer, do you want to say this?"

"How did you know……"

The man in black turned his back to the people who were discussing, and walked slowly towards Qingyun Peak.

There was no waves in the calm eyes, as if all the sorrows and joys in the world had nothing to do with him.

"Fengyunhui..." The black-robed man grinned, "Wei Zi'an..."

The two palms were clasped together vigorously, making a crackling sound.

"We meet again."

When the man in black quickly disappeared into the crowd, several figures suddenly appeared on the corner of the wall.

"Do you want to inform the young master?"

"Where is the little master, don't talk nonsense before the matter is completed, the master means not to say, this should be his acquiescence."

"Is it a test?"

"No, it's fulfillment!"

The two shadows said a few words, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

"Have you heard that the academy actually dispatched five people to participate in the Fengyun meeting this time?!"

"What, five people?!!"

"Which academy?"

"Besides the Bailudong Academy in the capital, are there other academies coming back to participate?"

"That's right, who is there..."

Hearing what the people around him said, the handsome young man on the fire horse smiled disdainfully.

"It is said that the southern country has a long literary style. There are academies everywhere, and literati and inkmen can be seen everywhere. I didn't expect it to be nothing more than that."

"Brother, don't talk nonsense."

The delicate and handsome young girl loves to eat wild.

"It is their blessing that we are here, otherwise I would send a cavalry to destroy this country, wouldn't it be easy?"

The delicate woman looked at her senior brother's arrogance and arrogance, and shook her head helplessly.

"You will suffer sooner or later."

Seeing that the young man was about to speak up to defend himself, the delicate woman slammed her whip and said, "Hurry up, the bell has already rung, and we are going to be late."

At the same time, at the gate of the capital.

Three young men in woolen sweaters appeared at the gate. They were all unshaven, with a maturity and stability that was extremely inconsistent with their age.

"Is this the capital of the Southern Kingdom? Compared with us, it seems to be similar."

"Nanguo, hmph, sooner or later it will be in my cup!"

"Put away your ignorance!" The slightly thinner man reprimanded loudly, "Didn't you see what kind of life the poor people live along the way?"

"Even if there is a storm this year, they still don't have to worry about food and clothing, let alone whether they will be robbed and exposed to the wilderness!"

"Isn't this worth learning and emulating?"

The thin man sighed: "Arirang, and Amu, if you still do this, I will regret it."

"Master, we know we are wrong."

Both of them bowed their heads together, looking ashamed.

The master shook his head slightly, stepped forward and handed his Guan Die to the soldiers defending the city.

"Vietnamese?"

The soldier gave him a sideways look, making no secret of his malice.

"Yes." The master bowed his head slightly.

After the three passed through the city gate, the two said angrily, "Soldiers from the Southern Kingdom are so rude!"

"Master, you have suffered."

"Where does the suffering come from?" The master shook his head, "Seeing that our people are like uncivilized barbarians is the real suffering."

He sighed slowly, and looked enviously at the vendors selling gadgets in the streets around the capital.

This is the real people. When will our country be like this?

"A group of wine bags and rice bags." The master suddenly thought of the group of ignorant royal families in the Yue Kingdom, who actually planned to conquer the Southern Kingdom in one fell swoop, occupy their fertile soil, and enjoy their white and tender women.

Although there is a military division, it seems to be getting better.

But the master clearly knew that it was just a daydream that could not be realized.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

The master's footsteps stopped, and his face suddenly became firm.

"I want the people of the Yue Kingdom to no longer worry about food and be overwhelmed by suffering. If I can succeed, I will have no regrets."

……

A courtyard in the capital.

Unlike the bustling capital city, this place is deserted and deserted, as if there is not much vitality.

In the small courtyard, a woman in a red robe was sitting quietly in the small courtyard, holding a paintbrush in her hand, and there was a portrait of a woman outlining the outline years ago.

"Miss, he is here."

Qing'er lowered her voice, and silently retreated behind Murong Ya.

"Ah."

Murong Ya nodded slightly, ignoring the fact that behind him was the most powerful human emperor in the Southern Kingdom.

Emperor Wu's body was hunched over, and his wrinkled face was full of old age, but it was so, he was also wearing a dragon robe, making himself look majestic.

"Miss Murong, I had already given up, but I didn't expect your appearance to ignite a flame in my heart that was about to dry up."

Emperor Wu said slowly: "I'm sorry, for the sake of this great country, this is the only way to go."

After all, the top person in the southern country bowed slightly and saluted.

Looking up, Emperor Wu skimmed the portrait on the blank drawing board, but for some reason he never filled in a few strokes on his face.

"If all is well, I won't hurt you."

Emperor Wu said softly: "I will only let people take out the aura from your body, don't worry, I won't touch you."

"Ah."

Murong Ya responded indifferently, what else could she say, did she want to say thank you to the person who hurt her?

"Sorry."

pata——

The paintbrush in Murong Ya's hand was suddenly broken, and Dou Da's tears drenched the drawing board.

"Zian, why am I so useless..."

Hearing the voice in the small courtyard, Emperor Wu shook his head and walked out of the other courtyard gently.

At the door, the eunuch had been waiting for a long time.

"Let's go to Qingyun Peak."

"Yes."

The eunuch lowered his head, waited until Emperor Wu got into the chariot, and shouted: "Get up, Qingyun Peak!"