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

"Hand out."

Fu Ling viciously held the teaching pole in her hand, and said to the two people in front of her with a straight face.

"This is not good, sister."

The two were exactly the two who followed Wei Zi'an to attend the Wind and Cloud Meeting.

At this time, they all have bitter faces, and they will not move forward.

The roots they know clearly in their hearts, once they are caught by the senior sister, they will definitely be beaten head-on and face-to-face.

But they really tried their best, didn't they just run away suddenly during the match, which disciple of Bailudong Academy didn't do such a thing?

Just everyday food.

"Don't say good things a second time."

Fu Ling snorted coldly, and patted the teaching pole in her hand angrily.

Their faces darkened, and they stretched out their hands together.

There is no way, my master is always beaten in front of Senior Sister Fu Ling. If we really look at their seniority, they should be called Master Uncle.

"Humph."

The corner of Fu Ling's mouth was raised, and when she was about to make a move, she suddenly heard a kind voice calling from afar.

"Sister?"

Junior brother's voice!

Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, and then her face brightened. Although she expected that the junior brother was fine, she didn't expect to come back so soon.

"Hey, since the younger brother is back, I'll let you go first... I'll punish you for copying the essence of the academy ten times."

The two senior brothers nodded in unison, "Okay, Senior Sister, don't worry, let us copy it a hundred times."

"Do you want to show it to you, Senior Sister?"

Fu Ling, who was in the distance, suddenly paused. Listening to the two nerdy juniors chattering behind her, she seemed to be able to understand why the juniors said they were all stupid in reading.

It's really... a bit annoying.

Fu Ling clenched her fists, resisting herself to ignore the strong joy in their voices, waved her hands and said lightly, "Get out."

"Got it."

The two looked at each other, and they only dared to say a few words of hi.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

Wei Zian asked curiously, and suddenly turned his gaze to the two senior brothers who were walking away behind him.

"Brother, why did they leave?"

"Don't worry about such small things." Fu Ling waved her hand indifferently, stretched out her hand to grab Wei Zian's arm and squeezed it, then stood on tiptoe and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead.

"It's okay."

Fu Ling pinched her chin in doubt, looked up and down Wei Zian's body with worried eyes, "Where have you been these days?"

"Where did these days come from?" Wei Zian slapped the little hand on the shoulder of the senior sister, and said with a wry smile: "It was just yesterday."

"Besides, I went back to the academy last night."

"yes……"

Fu Ling blinked suspiciously: "Didn't go to listen to the music?"

Wei Zi'an trembled all over, and blinked in a daze, "Where are you going to listen to the music, senior sister, do you know how to play the piano?"

"cut."

Fu Ling rolled her eyes, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Senior Sister, do you know where Eldest Brother is?" Wei Zi'an scratched his head in embarrassment, "Master told you to take me to find Eldest Brother."

Ashamed to say, apart from the side I met in Dingshan County, Wei Zi'an was also the side at the apprenticeship ceremony.

After just seeing him twice, the senior brother gave him a Jinghong sword as a gift.

Wei Zi'an was still full of awe and respect for this elder brother.

Without him, the elder brother is the leader of the young generation of swordsmanship, and the god of swordsmanship!
"Big brother..."

Fu Ling walked with her hands behind her back, bouncing and bouncing, and the ponytail tied behind her also swayed up and down.

Youthful.

Wei Zian sighed slightly, and suddenly realized that he didn't know how old Senior Sister was.

"I can take you there."

Fu Ling suddenly turned around, walked backwards and said, "However, you have to promise me one condition."

"condition……"

Wei Zi'an scratched his head, "What condition?"

"When you go to Lishanzong, take me with you."

Fu Ling said seriously: "Although the senior sister is not very powerful, it is enough to protect the junior brother."

"I heard from the master that Wang Huanzhuo is going to attack the younger brother, and we are all worried about that."

Hearing the sincere words of the senior sister, Wei Zi'an felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile: "Of course."

"That's a deal, Lahook."

Fu Ling smiled and stretched out her white and tender little hand, her little finger raised slightly.

"Pull the hook."

Wei Zi'an held onto the white jade-like fingers and lightly touched them together, fulfilling the childlike promise.

"Then wait for me for a while."

Fu Ling entrusted: "If you want to find senior brother, you need to make some preparations."

"Go back first, I will find you later."

"it is good."

Wei Zi'an nodded slightly, staring at the back of the senior sister in a daze.

The senior sister is really like a dear sister to me. I don't know where my sister has gone. I haven't seen her since the last hasty farewell.

After thinking about it, Wei Zian still decided to have a meal first, after all, he hadn't eaten after waking up.

According to memory, I came to the restaurant of Bailudong Academy with ease.

"I remember you, Wei Zian."

The book directly above the restaurant was opened suddenly, and the sound of pages turning could be heard.

"Long time no see."

Wei Zian didn't know what to call it, so he could only smile and nod.

"It's been a long time, half a month."

Shu Ling said: "You seem to be injured, and you have a secret disease in your body. Did you just go through a life-and-death struggle?"

Wei Zian was slightly taken aback, "Yes, you really have good eyesight."

"Haha." Shu Ling smiled and turned the pages of the book, a light green light surrounded Wei Zian's body.

"Okay, go, make a good meal for you today."

Shu Ling smiled all over his face, "Don't come at this time next time, everyone is resting, you must eat on time, young man."

"Thank you."

The light green light lingered on his body, and Wei Zi'an felt a burst of transparency all over his body, and the warm feeling was refreshing.

When I came to the restaurant, some steaming food had already been set on the table, and the aroma was overflowing, which made people appetite.

I didn't expect that restaurants could cook fresh meals in such a short period of time.

Wei Zi'an took a sip, his eyes lit up immediately, he turned into a cooking king, and ate it clean after a few bites.

"It's really good."

It's no wonder that the students of Bailudong Academy have three meals a day in the dining hall. It turns out that the cooked meals have such miraculous effects. Of course, it's also possible that they don't know how to cook them at all.

Not only was his stomach full, Wei Zi'an also felt a stream of heat continuously healing his wounded heart.

This is the magic medicine.

Wei Zi'an licked his mouth, looked up at the door of the restaurant, and felt a little moved in his heart.

But looking at the round belly, he still gave up his idea.

It is really interesting that the monk can be supported.