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

Wei Zi'an frowned slightly, and whispered in his heart, Wang Huozhuo, it really isn't a good thing to look at the name.

"You have to be more careful."

Mr. Qi walked quickly to the table, stretched out his hand to flatten one of the flags, and scribbled on it.

I saw a flash of light on the flag, as if there was a bit more mysterious atmosphere.

"This is?"

"It's nothing." Mr. Qi said calmly.

"..."

Wei Zi'an blinked, feeling that today's master looks weird.

"Gentleman Peiyu."

Hearing the master's joyful voice, Wei Zian was slightly taken aback, and quickly handed the jade pendant to the master, "Someone gave it to me."

"good."

Mr. Qi stretched out his hand to rub it gently, and a faint smile flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Is it Tu Shanqing's spiritual consciousness? That's fine.

After pondering for a while, Mr. Qi said: "Master, I have already attached a strand of my spiritual consciousness above here. If you really find traces of Wang Huozhuo, you can..."

"Master, this cannot be crushed."

He didn't hear Mr. Qi's voice for a while, Wei Zian asked in a panic.

"That's a pity."

Mr. Qi frowned slightly, looking like it was really a pity.

I didn't expect this kid to be in contact with that little girl from Tu Shan, tsk tsk, it seems that he is still a lover.

"Master is teasing you, I will know when the time comes, don't worry."

Reaching out to take the jade pendant, Wei Zian let out a breath, and quickly put the jade pendant away.

"Master, is it just for this matter today?"

Mr. Qi shook his head lightly, stroked his beard and said, "You must already know who your mother is?"

"Ah."

"very good."

Mr. Qi waved his hand, and the chessboard returned to its original state. A blood-red black shadow appeared behind each flag, and then the chessboard began to move. The two sides strangled each other, and the battle was fierce.

"Thousands of years ago, the monsters belonged to a family, but they were provoked by those who do things, and it has continued to this day."

"Today's monster clan can be roughly divided into two factions. One is the Shiwan Dashan, which is dominated by the Qingqiu fox clan and the Tushan monster clan. If we want to classify them, they should be lawful and gentle."

After the words fell, the red flag originally belonging to Wei Zian began to move.

The sound of rubbing, screaming, and hawking can be heard endlessly, and even the sound of reading books can be heard.

Wei Zian looked at this scene, thoughtful in his heart.

The monster clan of Shiwan Dashan should be able to get along with the human world more friendly, without too much animal nature, and don't like fighting and killing.

But it seems that such a good-tempered monster clan has never heard of it. I don't know if Xia Emei counts.

The monster clan of Shiwan Dashan is peaceful, so what about the monster clan of the extremely evil abyss?

Thinking of this, Wei Zi'an suddenly became interested, straightened his posture and listened carefully.

Seeing the apprentice's reaction, Mr. Qi was very satisfied, squinting his eyes slightly, looking very happy.

"The other faction is the row headed by the Abyss of Evil. Their number is relatively small, and most of them will join an organization, the apostles."

Mr. Qi fiddled with the flag lightly, and the black flag roared into the sky.

It's like a vicious demon descended into the world.

"Using taxonomy, they are representatives of disorder and evil."

Wei Zi'an nodded slightly. Relatively speaking, the monster race in the abyss of extreme evil retained the nature of beasts to a large extent, and could not get along well with human society.

But for some reason, Wei Zian suddenly remembered the tree demon he met during his travels.

"Master, there are still wild monster races in this world, who will influence and rule them?"

Wei Zi'an tentatively said, "For example, the tree demon."

"Humans have human nature, and beasts have animal ways." Mr. Qi said with a smile: "Have you ever heard of a saying called luck?"

"As small as a clan, as large as a country, they all have their luck."

"The direction of luck directly reflects the rise and fall of races and countries."

Wei Zi'an seemed to understand, "So, it is the luck of the monster clan itself that affects the wild monster clan more."

"However, the luck of the Yaozu is divided into two, who influences them now? Could it be half of one side?"

Mr. Qi shook his head lightly, "Now the luck of the monster clan is not divided into two, but three-legged."

While speaking, Mr. Qi glanced at the closed disciple from the corner of his eye, and the latter looked bewildered.

Boy, you still have a long way to go.

Mr. Qi explained: "Luck will gather towards higher places, but they tend to rely more on potential stocks."

Wei Zian understood.

In fact, to put it bluntly, that aspect will be relatively more affected.

"One hundred thousand mountains or the extremely evil abyss, which one do you think is better?"

Wei Zi'an was taken aback by the question, thought about it carefully, and then said truthfully: "I don't know."

Mr. Qi nodded, "Do you want to know more about Yaozu?"

"think."

Wei Zi'an himself is considered to be half a member of the Yaozu, and his mother's original voice made him want to know more about the Yaozu.

"But not now." Wei Zi'an said with a wry smile, "I still have things to do."

"If you have to do it, then do it."

Mr. Qi said calmly: "If you do it, you will not regret it. If you feel that your strength is not enough, it might be a good thing to ask the elders for help."

Wei Zian was stunned for a moment, as if he understood the reason why the master asked him to come here today, he was suddenly moved in his heart.

Unlike a half-hearted scholar like myself, Mr. Qi is a real scholar.

For orthodox scholars, loyalty to the emperor is extremely important to them.

Once the king is killed, he will be charged with eternal crimes in history, and even be infamous for thousands of years.

To be able to bear the eternal crime for his disciple...

Wei Zi'an was a little moved.

"Starting tomorrow, you can go down the mountain."

"what?"

Wei Zi'an didn't realize it for a while, and just said that he wanted to help him, but he turned back and was expelled from the teacher?

"What are you thinking about that brat!" Mr. Qi said angrily, "Go to your elder brother's place, he has something to ask you for."

"Oh." Wei Zi'an blinked, hesitantly said: "Master, I don't know the way."

"...Let Fu Ling go with you."

Mr. Qi held his head, and suddenly regretted it.

"Okay." Wei Zian nodded, "If there is nothing else, I'll go find my senior sister."

"Go."

Mr. Qi waved his hand casually, and started playing chess on his own.

After Wei Zian walked a certain distance, he suddenly paused and turned to leave.

The warm light is swaying in the spring breeze, under the gazebo on the top of the mountain, the husband is playing chess alone.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Mr. Qi closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

Brat, I will help you if you can, but don't let the master down.

The breeze picked up again, and the crushed chess pieces on the chessboard drifted away with the wind, and the pawns that had not yet died were very conspicuous.