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

Sunset on the west mountain, tired birds return to the forest.

Qingyun Peak is very harmonious, with the smoke rising from the kitchen, the white smoke mixed with the reddish-brown glow, it is as beautiful as a painting.

Perhaps it was the reason why Qing Yunfeng deliberately matched the stove, but the practitioners who eat the wind and drink the dew will be treated to the beauty of the world, the pots and pans are clanging, and everything smells sweet and bitter.

Unlike places like Bailudong Academy, most of the monks participating in Fengyunhui are authentic sect monks, members of the sect, and they pay attention to a mysterious and mysterious birth.

The most well-understood general cognition is to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, sit cross-legged to meditate, eat wind and drink dew, and use breathing adjustment to inhale the spiritual energy in the body to replace the energy consumed by the human body. If things go on like this, it will indeed have the effect of polishing the body.

Closer to home.

After telling Shui Miao to play well, Fu Ling came to Wei Zi'an's small courtyard mercilessly.

Although she likes to read books and practice, she doesn't like to be with those bookworms who have a taste of others.

In this regard, why is Fu Ling hesitant? On the one hand, he hopes that Wei Zian can study and practice hard, on the other hand, he doesn't want him to become a boring bookworm.

In that case, no one will play with you.

Fuling was bouncing and walking on the ancient streets of Qingyun Peak, her two ponytails swaying with her movements, like a carefree little girl.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Fu Ling, who had just stepped into the gate, saw Wei Zi'an busy in the hall, and her eyes lit up.

The younger brother must be making delicious food again.

"Senior sister, come and help."

Wei Zian turned his head to look at Fu Ling, and thought to himself, the savior finally came.

On the side, Xia Emei, who was in charge of lighting the fire, raised her head blankly, looked at Wei Zi'an and asked, "I don't need any help, let the senior sister rest for a while."

Wei Zi'an's face darkened, and he glanced at the flames that suddenly grew in size and size, he really couldn't understand where all your talents went...

The originally white and tender face was as black as carbon, except for those big bright eyes, no other colors could be seen.

"Haha."

Seeing this scene, Fu Ling burst out laughing, quickly pulled Xia Emei up, pinched her tender face and said, "Leave it to me, go and wash your face quickly, you're all like little cats gone."

"Oh, okay."

Hearing what the senior sister said, Xia Emei pursed her lips, turned her head and gave Wei Zian a hard look, then turned her head and went to wash her face.

"Wash it well, or it won't look good."

Wei Zi'an shrugged, and when he heard a loud snort from a distance, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This girl is still so cute.

"Where did you go yesterday?"

Fuling is very experienced and blessed herself with a "speaking words", so that the fire will not be burned out no matter what.

"Yesterday..." Wei Zian replied while holding the spoon, "I went to find out about the apostle's information, and met Murong Ya by the way."

After finishing speaking, Wei Zi'an carefully looked around, and said seriously to his senior sister: "Don't tell the stupid girl, she is a jealous jar."

Fu Ling blinked, staring at Wei Zi'an with her big bright eyes for a while.

It wasn't until Wei Zi'an felt hairy that today was the place where his bones were buried, that he heard her say:

"Junior brother, you are really a bad man, half-hearted."

Fu Ling hugged her knees with both hands, and leaned her head on Bai Nen's legs, with a little sadness on her pretty face.

small one.

If you saw this scene without knowing it, you would definitely think that Wei Zian bullied her.

"I don't, Senior Sister, don't talk nonsense." Wei Zi'an was unhappy when he heard this, and said righteously: "I am sincere to them, just like I am to Senior Sister."

Hearing this, Fu Ling's ears perked up, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, she looked at Wei Zi'an in disbelief, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she spat forcefully.

"Brother, if you continue to do this, I will ignore you."

Wei Zi'an was frying the vegetables in the pot, while guarding against Xia Emei's sudden attack. Hearing this, he thought it was Fu Ling who thought he was half-hearted.

"No, senior sister, you have to trust me."

I believe you ghost.

Poria curled her lips, and stuffed a lot of firewood into the stove.

He took out a piece of paper with handwriting from his pocket and handed it to Wei Zi'an, "Here, here you are."

Wei Zian looked back, wiped his hands and took it, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"The page they gave you." Fu Ling explained: "It is engraved with the inscription "Invincible", which can give your sword intent an instant bonus, enough to break through all the defenses under heaven and man."

"so smart?"

Wei Zian's eyes lit up, and he rubbed the yellowed pages with his fingers, as if he could feel the terrifying power contained in it.

"The master won't give it to me anymore, this page is very precious."

Fu Ling muttered something in a low voice, then took another brush, and quietly raised her head to look at Wei Zian, and found that he was studying the pages of the book with great interest.

Fu Ling's pretty face was slightly red, she stretched out her pink tongue and lightly licked the white and tender brush, then stood up and walked to Wei Zi'an's side.

"Extend your arm."

Wei Zi'an was stunned, a little confused, but he still came out honestly.

"One is enough." Fu Ling said softly, biting the brush between her slightly parted red lips, and then rolled up Wei Zian's sleeve.

Wei Zi'an blinked, and the senior sister who was already as beautiful as a fairy in the sky couldn't help feeling hot when she made this gesture.

However, the slightly cool touch on the shoulders was like drinking a sip of frozen fat house happy water on a hot summer day, and Wei Zian's heart instantly calmed down.

"This is……"

After Fu Ling finished writing a few words, the brush in her hand suddenly snapped into two pieces.

"It's only half written..."

Fu Ling scratched her head, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked very hesitant.

Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and put her onion-like fingers into her pink lips.

???

Wei Zi'an's eyes widened, staring straight at this scene.

This is not tempting me, is it?
"All right."

Fuling let out a long sigh of relief, the blush on her face was as conspicuous as the afterglow of the setting sun.

"what is this?"

Wei Zian lowered his blushing cheeks. It was hard to imagine how tempting it would be for such a beautiful senior sister to make such a move, which made him, an experienced driver, unable to hold back.

"Royal."

Fu Ling blinked and smiled, "Your physique is too weak, you can only bear this one word."

She stretched out her hand and patted Wei Zi'an's shoulder, and said as if coaxing a child: "With this, both Yujian and defense will be handy, and you can't embarrass senior sister."

"it is good."

Wei Zi'an's heart warmed up, and his eyes were slightly red.

He vaguely understands why most of the monks hope to join the sect, not only the rich cultivation resources, but more importantly, for the monks, this is their home.