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

"Its name is Zhu Xie..."

"I like it very much, thank you."

"The Evil Punisher Sword is already your sword."

A chaotic voice exploded in his mind, and Wei Zi'an suddenly opened his bewildered eyes.

The gray sky, the wet mist, the torn mountain peaks, and the still comatose elder.

"woke up."

Big brother's voice!

Wei Zi'an's face brightened, but when he turned around, he saw a man with disheveled hair, his tattered clothes were broken into two sabers.

"Big Brother?"

Wei Zi'an shouted tentatively.

"Well, it's me." Yan Feng raised his hand and put his messy hair aside, revealing his resolute face.

The pale skin was covered with blood-red marks, which looked very oozing.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Zi'an asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh it's all right."

Yan Feng waved his hand, and the broken sword beside him returned to its original shape in an instant.

"It's fine, and no one can make it happen."

The plain words were full of noncommittal domineering, Wei Zian was a little confused.

"This is a fairy sword, Liu Guang."

Liu Guang... Wei Zi'an reacted abruptly, and said loudly, "Then why did senior brother say that it was Liu Guang who ran out?"

"It's just a cover-up."

Yan Feng took out a jug of wine from nowhere, opened the cork and raised his head to drink.

"..."

Wei Zi'an was a little dazed, and pointed to a group of people sleeping beside him, "Are they pretending too?"

"They are real, your senior sister is just pretending." Yan Feng took a sip of his wine.

"Sister..."

Wei Zian turned his head to look, just in time to see the long eyelashes trembling slightly on Fu Ling's pale face.

"Still pretending..."

Wei Zi'an was a little speechless, feeling as if the whole world was kept in the dark by himself.

But seeing his senior sister still pretending to be sleeping, he had no choice but to look at his elder brother.

"Who is Sun Dasheng?"

"He is the sword spirit of Zhuxian Sword."

Fu Ling sat up abruptly and said.

"Sword Spirit?"

"The Sword of Immortal Jade has been spiritual for thousands of years, so it is quite common to have a sword spirit," Fu Ling said.

"Seventeen years ago, the owner of the Zhuxian Sword died."

When Wei Zi'an was still in a daze, the flirtatious words of the elder brother brought him back to his senses.

"Then he did it for revenge?"

Wei Zi'an asked.

"Have you felt the sword in your body?" Yan Feng didn't answer this question, but asked instead.

The sword in the body?

Wei Zi'an tried to mobilize the energy in his body, and he really felt a cold sword.

The cold air oozing from it even froze the barriers of the Heart Lake with a thick layer of ice.

A blood-red three-foot long sword was lying quietly in the center of the heart lake.

As if sensing Wei Zi'an's intentions, the blade of the sword trembled slightly, responding to him.

"Hello, master?"

Hearing Wei Zi'an's surprised voice, Yan Feng nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that he has accepted you."

"You get along well, at least the initial mutual recognition is completed."

"No, wait."

Wei Zian wondered: "Why is there a sword in my body? Why are monkeys sword spirits? Why did they really pass out but we didn't?"

Listening to the eager words of the younger brother, Yan Feng seemed to be able to see a series of question marks in his mind.

"Answer you one by one."

Yan Feng said slowly: "The sword in your body is called Zhu Xie. It is Zhu Xian's auxiliary sword. Both of them are products of heaven and earth. If there is a saying about the No. 11 fairy sword, it must belong to him."

"Zhuxian Sword was originally the saber of your mother, Master Bailong. Later, the capital was almost destroyed, and he barely ran back to the Lishan Sword Sect to nourish his own sword intent. Now, its injury has healed, and it is naturally time to take revenge .”

"As the heir of an adult, it is only natural for you to accept her saber."

"Monkeys are sword spirits, isn't it strange?"

"As for why they fainted, this is the decision of the Lishan Sword Sect Sect Master, and I just follow orders."

After hearing his mother, he basically didn't listen to what he said later.

"Brother, is this the sword my mother left me?"

Wei Zi'an asked softly.

"Yes." Yan Feng sighed softly, raised his head and took a big gulp of wine, "Treat him well, this is a sharp weapon that many people can only dream of."

"Ah."

Wei Zian nodded lightly, and after a moment of silence asked: "So, the little monkey is going to assassinate the emperor?"

"Who knew that."

Yan Feng looked into the distance and couldn't help sighing softly.

Although the senior brother said he didn't know, Wei Zi'an already had a general idea in his heart.

I didn't expect to have such a deep fetter on my body.

I don't know if the little monkey can succeed.

……

Wei Zi'an no longer remembered how he left Broken Sword Mountain, he only remembered the chaos in his mind, with many thoughts but couldn't understand.

It was already evening when the sleeping elders woke up. Facing the doubts of the other elders, the old man with the sword as the suzerain naturally evaded it with a few words.

In the evening, after having a meal with the elders of the Lishan Sword Sect, Wei Zi'an returned to the Lishan Sword Sect's residence.

The originally somewhat silent banquet was abruptly played out by the suzerain.

At first the elders were still a little confused, but they all sighed when they realized it later.

Isn't such a good sword the thing that a swordsman yearns for most in his life?

However, this news was still banned. After all, once the Huang royal family knew about it, it would easily cause a lot of trouble.

……

The night is like ink, the quiet darkness is terrifying and quiet.

Suddenly there was a sound of small footsteps in the quiet courtyard, followed by the sound of knocking on the door.

"Who?"

"Young Master Wei, it's me."

"Please come in quickly."

The old man with the sword on his back didn't carry his sword today, he looked like an ordinary rich man, his gestures revealed his aura of wealth.

"Young Master Wei, don't bother."

Seeing that Wei Zian was going to make tea, he stopped him quickly, joking, where did Lishan Jianzong get the tea?
"it is good."

Wei Zian didn't insist either, he already knew that there was no tea in this room, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he really went?

"For bothering you late at night, return to Mr. Wei Haihan."

The old man smiled and said, "My lord and I are old acquaintances. If you don't mind, you can call me uncle."

"Uncle Suzerain." Wei Zi'an called out obediently.

"My surname is Zhang."

The old man's face darkened, but he didn't bother with these details.

He straightened his sitting posture, his face was a little dignified.

"I have something to ask Mr. Wei, please tell the truth."

Wei Zi'an was startled when he heard the words, thinking what question the master of Lishan Sword Sect would ask, but he opened his mouth immediately. "The junior will definitely answer truthfully."