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

It is expected that the spring breeze blows people awake, and it is slightly cold.

After the rain, the Lishan Sword Sect looked brand new, the air in the forest was already fresh.

After the new rain, breathing the fresh air in the forest is like a kind of enjoyment.

The slightly cool air goes directly to the stuffed heart lake along the warm meridians.

Wei Zi'an sighed, the numb feeling kept his mind awake.

I don't know when the situation will improve.

It is already the third day to stay leisurely in the room to raise energy.

Slowly, Wei Zi'an felt a sense of guilt, as if he was doing nothing every day.

With a thought, the blood-red Exterminating Evil Sword appeared in his hand, and a water-green liquid flowed on the three-foot long sword, which was the sword intent.

Wei Zi'an's almost solid sword intent.

Holding the sword in his hand, his thoughts drifted into the distance.

I don't know what happened to the little monkey.

Although it was a fairy sword, Wei Zian still felt a little reckless to take revenge on the invincible Wang Hunzhuo.

Tread-

There was a rush of footsteps in the courtyard, and then the door was slammed open from the outside.

Wei Zian turned his head to look.

Fu Ling panted slightly, complicated meanings written on her pale face.

With just a glance, Wei Zian understood the general idea.

"Failed?"

"Ah."

When the words came to her lips, Fu Ling suddenly fell silent.

Holding the door, he nodded and shook his head.

"Ok?"

Wei Zian frowned slightly, could it be something more terrifying than failure?

"Dead, the sword spirit is dead."

There was a bang in my mind, as if something had exploded.

Wei Zi'an froze in place, feeling that his mind was in chaos, only the phrase "Sword Spirit is dead" kept echoing.

"Isn't he a fairy sword? How could he be dead..."

Wei Zi'an didn't believe this sentence.

Or rather, he didn't believe this fact.

"The formation in the capital was destroyed by him."

Fu Ling sighed, stepped forward and gently embraced the younger brother into her arms.

Presumably, Zhu Xian Sword should have a special meaning to him, after all, it is his mother's saber, and after a few days of getting along, there has also been a relationship that is neither deep nor shallow.

"Formation..."

Wei Zian's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood why he did this.

It's all for me.

"Hey."

The eye sockets were slightly rosy, Wei Zi'an closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to be choked by someone holding an onion.

Fu Ling looked at her sad junior brother and didn't know what to say for a while.

She just stretched out her hand and patted his back lightly, soothing the wounded heart.

……

"Broken?"

"Broken."

The suzerain of the Lishan Sword Sect and the elder Yan Feng sat opposite each other. After saying this, both of them fell into a long silence.

The breeze swayed the wind chimes, and the melodious and melodious sound seemed to be telling something softly.

"It's still come this far."

The old suzerain sighed, his deep pupils were filled with regret and reluctance.

"There are definite numbers in every hit."

Yan Feng flicked the sword Liuguang lightly, and his voice trembled, as if he was remembering.

"It's what it is, it's only recently that choices have been made, and we're all going to make choices."

The old suzerain looked at the young man sitting opposite, frowned and said, "Actually, you didn't have to step into this game."

"I'm already in."

Yan Feng's tone was flat, he picked up the tea on the stone table and drank it in one gulp, "I'll go first and send them back."

"Going back now?"

The old suzerain asked: "Why don't you stay longer."

"Time is limited."

Yan Feng said.

"Protect him."

The old suzerain finally spoke.

"it is good."

bell bell -

The wind chimes sounded, and the cold wind was blowing on the top of the mountain, leaving only the old suzerain alone.

He lightly raised his wine glass and poured out the wine in it.

"Farewell, old man."

The wind sounded again, as if the distant mountains were responding, as if the spring breeze was responding.

……

For the whole morning, Wei Zi'an stayed in the wooden house, he always felt that he was going to do something.

There is a set of sword scriptures hidden in the Xiexie Sword, and the feeling of deja vu made Wei Zian unable to help but learn it.

The aura slowly flowed along the meridians on the sword sutra, and the familiar feeling washed my soul from the beginning to the end.

Wei Zi'an suddenly remembered the days before.

Under the shadow of the moon, the solitary figure was silently running the supreme cultivation technique, and the rising aura gave him this feeling at that time.

After understanding, Wei Zi'an accelerated the progress of his cultivation.

I practiced until the afternoon.

The cultivation of the sword scriptures has reached the second level, maybe my own talent for swordsmanship is really good.

The sword scriptures that have come to the second floor have been able to skillfully use the aura in it.

The sword intent became more piercing, and the sword energy became more pure.

"call……"

Wei Zi'an let out a long breath, and opened his closed eyes.

After closing the door, he took a deep look at the open space in front of him as he descended the mountain.

"Goodbye."

Wei Zi'an smiled slightly, raised his feet and began to descend the mountain.

They had already spent too much time in Lishan Sword Sect, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Therefore, the two decided to go back to Bailudong Academy.

Sword practice is practiced everywhere, but the practice of the academy disciples is not so simple.

Halfway up the mountain, Senior Sister Fu Ling had been waiting here for a long time, and beside her was the white crane that was carrying them.

"Gah."

Seeing Wei Zian's figure, Bai He let out a soft cry, leaned over to Shaolai and rubbed Wei Zian's arm with his long neck.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Wei Zian smiled, stroked the soft feathers of the white crane, looked at the senior sister beside him and asked, "Shall we leave now?"

Fu Ling glanced at Lishan Sword Sect, it seemed that some people would not come out from the lonely halfway up the mountain to say goodbye.

The birth of the Zhuxian Sword destroyed most of the formations in the sect, and now all the disciples and elders of the Lishan Sword Sect are very busy.

Fu Ling didn't want to cause them any more trouble, so she decided to leave quietly.

"Let's go then."

The two boarded the white crane and flew towards the mountain gate.

Wei Zi'an sat cross-legged, silently nurturing the newly emerging sword intent in his body.

Punish evil sword intent.

The original sword intent seems to have evolved, and the current sword intent is the most suitable for running the evil sword.

Thinking of everything Zhu Xian Sword Spirit has done for him...

what is this?
They all paved the way for themselves.

Everything is ready, I am the Dongfeng,
"Senior brother."

When he was thinking about something in his heart, Fu Ling suddenly woke him up.

"look."

Fu Ling stretched out her finger to point at the sword formation below, and all the disciples looked solemn.

Elders are listed among them.

Sensing the gazes of the two, the old suzerain stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Boy Wei, have a good journey!"

"I will always be your backing."

Wei Zian was stunned for a moment, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Standing on top of the white crane, he cupped his fists and said, "Everyone, see you again!"