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

The shower had just stopped, and the morning sun was shining, and the moist water vapor seemed to be raining again.

The gray sky became clear again, and the warm sun shone brightly on the earth.

The sound of reading aloud sounded like an alarm clock, waking up the traveler who was addicted to the dream.

The sun shines through the veil-like windows, and the mottled water basin is shining like fish scales.

Wei Zian opened his eyes, and rubbed his heavy head vigorously.

The last impression in my memory is still chatting with the two siblings of the Song family.

From Song Guangjing's words, Wei Zi'an learned that Emperor Wu seemed to want to arrange his funeral.

Song Guangjing seems to have some possibility among them, otherwise, he wouldn't start preparing allies and gain the support of the government.

"Headache."

Wei Zi'an patted his head, he didn't know whether Emperor Wu's behavior was a message to confuse others or he really planned to abdicate.

But this is indeed a clear signal.

"Brother!"

"exist."

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei Zi'an washed up slightly, and came to the small courtyard.

Wang Chong had obviously been waiting for a long time.

As soon as he saw Wei Zi'an coming out, Wang Chong reached out and handed over a jade pendant.

"What is this, a token of love for me?"

Wei Zi'an smiled playfully, thinking that Wang Chong took the jade pendant for Miss Bai to himself.

"Miss Xia gave it to you."

Wang Chong curled his lips and said enviously, "Brother, your luck is really good."

"What kind of luck, nonsense." Wei Zian said with a straight face, stretched out his hand and patted his chest, "Brother is serious about every relationship, where did the luck come from, it's entirely the mutual attraction between the two of you."

Wang Chong pouted, "Ah, that's right."

"Oh." Wei Zi'an said, "I hope you have the same attitude towards your own life."

Wang Chong stared at Wei Zian with curious eyes.

"what?"

Wei Zi'an held the jade pendant in his hand, and it happened that the jade pendant left by his mother was broken, and now this piece is suitable for hanging around his waist.

"Brother, why are you talking so much?"

"It's just the art of language." Wei Zi'an sighed, patted Wang Chong's shoulder pitifully, thinking silently in his heart, this child is so pitiful, he can't even say a word.

"Go and eat."

After hanging the jade pendant, Wei Zian asked softly.

"No way." Wang Chong shook his head, "Uncle Master said he wanted to find you, and told you to go there quickly."

"Master looking for me?" Wei Zi'an was taken aback, then glanced at Wang Chong and said, "Then you didn't say it earlier."

After the words fell, Wei Zi'an turned into a light and shadow, and disappeared in the small courtyard in a few flashes.

"Brother's realm seems to have improved again."

Wang Chong stared blankly at this scene, then gently raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"It's difficult. I still have to study with Senior Sister Xiaobai. I don't know when I will be able to speak flirtatiously like my senior brother."

……

The higher you go, the harsher the mountain wind.

The mountain wind in early spring blows like a razor, which makes life painful. This is the mountain breeze that blesses the essence of the academy and has the effect of tempering the body.

However, it has little effect on monks in the seven-star realm.

When Wei Zian came to the gazebo on the top of the mountain, Mr. Qi was playing chess on his own, as if he always had this quiet and elegant leisurely appearance.

Speaking angrily, Wei Zian once wondered why the master likes to stay on the mountain?

Could it be to enjoy the solitude, or to exercise the body, but when talking with the Prime Minister Zhang Kaijing yesterday, Wei Zian finally got a general idea.

The master is nourishing his spirit.

It is said that he was injured before, but Wei Zian didn't know the truth.

"master."

"coming."

Mr. Qi smiled gently, raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, "Come and play a game with me."

"it is good."

Wei Zi'an rolled up his sleeves, only to see Mr. Qi waved his hand lightly, and the chessboard had been reset.

"Why did the master start playing chess?"

Seeing that the pieces on the chessboard were not black and white, Wei Zian asked in a daze.

"You can play Go?"

Mr. Qi squinted at him.

"..."

Wei Zi'an's face froze, Mr. is really getting less and less cute.

"you first."

Mr. Qi raised his hand lightly, and the two fell into a fierce battle.

What Wei Zi'an thought was slightly different, the master's chess skills were not as good as he imagined, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

Several times during the period when Wei Zian wanted to be a general, he was stopped by a soft groan.

Okay.

Wei Zian simply began to find a suitable place to play chess while speculating on the master's intentions.

Since you won't let me win, then I won't win.

Finally, after the two played games many times, Wei Zi'an's chess board began to fall to the bottom, and with a sound of "General", Mr. Qi won easily.

"Zian, I didn't expect your technique to be so good, you almost overturned my car."

Mr. Qi stroked his long beard and said appreciatively.

"Mr. is still better." Wei Zi'an wiped the sweat from his forehead, and restored the chess game to its original state.

"The disciple is willing to bow down."

"Hahaha, you kid." Mr. Qi smiled all over his face, and he became more and more satisfied with this disciple the more he watched.

"Do you know what happened today?"

"I don't know."

Mr. Qi said: "Is the last sword you used at the Fengyun meeting too powerful?"

Speaking of this, Wei Zi'an reacted instantly, and couldn't help but think of the scene of that day in his mind.

That shocking sword that pierced the sky, and the bright light that exploded plunged the whole world into boundless chaos.

Although it looks very dazzling, it is obviously not a sword blade that can be cut by the Seven Star Realm.

"That's not your sword."

Seeing his disciple's puzzled expression, Mr. Qi naturally understood what he was thinking, and explained: "Someone used this sword technique to make a trick on you."

"Swordsmanship..."

Wei Zi'an was thoughtful, the face of the person who sold him the secret book in his memory was blurred, and he couldn't make out his face.

But he vaguely remembered that it seemed to be an old man.

"What game is it?" Wei Zian was a little confused.

In fact, he is more concerned about whether he can use this sword technique in the future.

After all, this is the swordsmanship that I have mastered from the very beginning, and it has helped him solve many troubles, just like a first love.

"The game has been broken." Mr. Qi said with a smile: "In the future, you don't have to worry about whether you can use that set of swordsmanship, it doesn't matter."

"So he wants me to die?"

Wei Zi'an asked stupidly, he was a little ignorant, if that person has the ability to do such a long-term game, why didn't he just let it go from the beginning, wouldn't he die faster.

"Who knows."

Mr. Qi sighed deeply, got up and came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the running clouds in the sky, and muttered to himself: "Wang Huanzhuo, he really made a puddle of muddy water."