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

Bailudong Academy.

Wei Zian's room.

Several people sat in a group, and there was a lively scene in the hut.

"master."

Poria looked a little haggard.

"came back."

Mr. Qi has always been calm, as if he doesn't care about anything.

"master."

Yan Song opened the door and entered the room, and was slightly taken aback when he saw Mr. Qi sitting at the table.

However, he still reacted quickly, and hurriedly slapped off the dust on his body and saluted.

"Well, sit down."

Mr. Qi smiled, and stretched out his hand to signal the two of them to find a place to sit down.

At this time, the chessboard on the table has reached a white-hot stage.

I just don't know why, the number of chess pieces on both sides is extremely different.

The black side has several more chess pieces than the red side, and most of them are pawns, and they have not yet crossed the river.

"Master, do you play chess on your own?" Fu Ling stayed obediently for a long time, seeing that Mr. Qi didn't speak but just playing chess on his own, so she couldn't help asking.

"No."

Mr. Qi shook his head and pointed to the sky pretending to be mysterious.

sky?
Fu Ling froze for a moment, looked in the direction of her finger and found nothing.

She looked at Yan Feng again, who was staring at the chessboard in a daze.

Fine.

Fu Ling sighed silently, suddenly she missed her little junior sister, although it is a little annoying, but at least it can relieve the boredom, right?
As a result, Shui Miao had already returned home half a month ago due to family reasons, and she didn't know when she would be able to return.

Bored, Fu Ling began to close her eyes and fall asleep, which she had spent a lot of time before.

Sleep when you have nothing to do, close your eyes and squint for a while when you don't want to listen, it can be said to be very comfortable and comfortable.

The dazed Fuling felt that she was about to enter a dream.

"General."

Suddenly, Mr. Qi's words woke her up from the state of falling asleep.

Looking up, it turned out that the black piece had won.

It is a general who died after crossing the river.

"Good chess."

Yan Feng thoughtfully praised.

"Hahaha, he is a fool." Mr. Qi stroked his long beard and laughed, "I don't know if this pawn has passed, but he is very strong."

"What are you talking about?" Fu Ling scratched her head, feeling a little confused.

"Fu Ling, please tidy up the chessboard and send it to the teacher's room later."

"Oh."

Fu Ling nodded ignorantly, and began to pack up the chessboard.

But the black bead seemed to be very heavy, and she took a lot of strength to take it off.

"how?"

With a big wave of Mr. Qi's hand, three bowls of steaming hot tea instantly appeared on the table.

"Fortunately."

Yan Feng nodded and shook his head again, "Compared to before, his strength seems to have improved."

"After so many years, it is normal for strength to improve, so relax."

Mr. Qi has no doubts about this.

"The Zhuxian sword is broken, and the sword spirit is dead."

"Everyone has his own destiny, and so is the sword." Mr. Qi drank tea lightly, and the dense tea diffused throughout the room.

"Junior Brother was taken away by the King of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"I know."

Mr. Qi explained: "The reincarnation of cause and effect is like this."

Reincarnation?

Fu Ling at the side felt that what she heard became more and more foggy.

Being taken away may have something to do with karma, but what about reincarnation?
The two of them didn't answer her doubts, they still had a deep and shallow conversation.

"Master, I have a question."

Yan Feng said while sitting upright.

Mr. Qi waved his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Fu Ling hurried to the side and sat down, holding the well-packed chess pieces in her arms.

"Now the Zhuxian Formation has just broken through the capital's defensive formation, and the dragon energy is passing away..."

Yan Feng looked at Mr. Qi with burning eyes, "Master, why didn't you take the initiative to make the situation right?"

"In this way, it can be regarded as the original heart of a scholar, isn't it?"

Brother, do you want Master to kill Emperor Wu?

Fu Ling's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

What an outrageous idea!

quiet!
There was a dead silence in the room.

Only the sound of gurgling after the tea boiled remained.

The breeze picked up suddenly, and the wind chimes hanging outside the door made a pleasant sound.

Yan Feng just looked at the master with fiery eyes.

The master's face didn't change at all, as if it was a pool of stagnant water that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Although it is difficult to see the information you want from it, it also reflects from the side that the master does not resist this idea.

Possibly even tried it in private.

"Nice idea, but immature."

Mr. Qi glanced at his eldest disciple appreciatively, "Guess why I didn't do this?"

This sentence has two meanings.

One layer is that you can do it but don't want to do it, and the other layer is that you can't do it.

Yan Feng thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head seriously, "I don't know."

"You?"

Mr. Qi looked at Fu Ling who was distracted.

"Could it be that the master thinks it's not good to do so? The prosperity of the country should be decided by themselves?"

Nice insight.

A gleam flashed in Mr. Qi's eyes when he heard the words, "You two are right."

"Brother doesn't seem to have said anything?"

Poria scratched her head.

Mr. Qi ignored her, and said to himself: "My strength has exceeded the limit that Heaven can correct. This is one of the reasons why I have never made a move for many years."

"One more thing, I don't know why."

Mr. Qi turned his head to look out the window, a rare moment of bewilderment flashed across his wrinkled face.

"It seems that there is a kind of power in the dark that restricts me, so that I can't make a move, and I don't have the idea of ​​making a move."

Mr. Qi's eyes were deep, and he said with deep meaning: "I always feel that the real enemy of this world does not come from this world itself."

Didn't it come from the world itself?

After hearing this, Fu Ling and Yan Feng were both shocked. They looked at each other, and each saw the seriousness in their eyes.

"Master, that's why we can't help little brother?"

Fu Ling thinks of more through the meaning of not being able to shoot.

Compared with the younger brother, obviously the two of them stayed with the master for a longer time, and they may have been more or less contaminated with karma.

"can help."

Mr. Qi got up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

"I am the only one trapped in this world."

Yan Feng rubbed the streamer in his hand, "Then what should we do?"

Mr. Qi opened the window and let the outside wind blow into the room.

"The Dao of Heaven is a pair of eyes and a big hand. He will only catch those who cross the line."

"Do what you should do, and don't touch what you shouldn't do."