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

"I haven't seen you for a long time. The young master has greatly improved both in terms of temperament and strength."

The hoarse sound was like the dull growl of a bellows.

Wei Zi'an was all over the place, and he didn't expect Cao Cao to arrive when he thought of Cao Cao.

He really knows this person, the messenger, he can be said to be an old friend.

Wei Zi'an was as motionless as a mountain, still focusing on fishing.

The appearance of Si just confirmed what he thought in his heart. The organization of the apostles was not as reliable as he thought.

Inside, there are at least two factions, and the conflict between the two factions seems to be intensifying.

Wei Zian boldly guessed that he should have a relatively important position in it, and some of them should want to kill himself, which can be seen from the frequent attacks he encountered.

And the other part...

Wei Zian turned his head slightly and saw the people behind him.

This should be another faction. The purpose of this faction is to win over yourself?

Moreover, they should still be at a disadvantage.

Wei Zi'an quickly extracted a few key words from it.

Two factions, importance, weak.

In this way, he will be able to communicate with them in a friendly and friendly manner with greater certainty.

Wei Zi'an, who thought he had the chance to win, never expected that Si, who had just arrived, caught him off guard.

"Messenger, meet the young master!"

"Messenger Mao, pay homage to the young master."

"Messenger Shen, meet the young master!"

Hearing this voice, Wei Zian was stunned.

Don't talk nonsense!
"What young master, don't talk nonsense."

Wei Zi'an didn't turn around, the pressure of one person confronting three people was still a bit high.

"We didn't talk nonsense. Since the young master has passed our test, he is naturally our young master."

When the long-legged messenger Mao speaks, it sounds like an oriole chirping, with a melodious and melodious voice, which is very pleasant.

"That's right." The bearded man, the emissary Shen, slapped the black robe.

"What do young masters think?"

I don't think so.

Wei Zi'an curled his lips, "Let's not talk about the young master for now, tell me, what's the matter with me?"

The three looked at each other, and after pondering for a moment, the messenger Mao stepped forward and said.

"We have been following you for a few days, and noticed that you killed Messenger Chou and Messenger Hai?"

How many days have you been with me?
It turned out that the gaze that day was not just from a certain person, but from a few people.

Seeing that Wei Zi'an didn't answer, the envoy was worried that he would be angry, so he explained: "We will not interfere with your private life, Young Master, we are a kind of protection."

"Protect?"

Wei Zian sneered, "Why didn't you take action when I was attacked by them?"

"Could it be that you can't beat it? It shouldn't be possible, anyway, you are also three heavens and humans."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been by my side since I first entered the capital, or even earlier, but have you taken any action during the period?"

Before a few people could speak, Wei Zi'an shook his head and smiled, "No, right? If you don't have any, don't say it's protection. Don't try to use these to make me change my attitude towards you."

"I just want to live and do what I have to do."

Wei Zi'an's words are very clear, since he has never been protected, let's not talk about protection, and I don't want to get along with you.

"However, your identity has been determined since you were born."

Si lowered his head, his hoarse voice seemed to have no emotion at all.

After the voice fell, the morning meeting through the gaps between the branches and leaves became cold.

Wei Zian didn't speak again, and the three of them lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

Deep in the woods fell into a brief silence, as if waiting for someone to break it.

"Long story short."

Wei Zian snorted heavily to express his dissatisfaction.

For identity, it needs a degree, too much is too late.

And maybe a few people will really be able to use it in the future, maybe,

Hearing Wei Zi'an's words, the emissary Shen's face suddenly brightened, "We just want you to be the young master."

"The young master of the apostolic organization."

The young master of the entire apostle?
Wei Zian was slightly startled, and slowly took back the fishing rod that was loaded with fish.

Turning around, there was a flash of light in his eyes, Wei Zian smiled and said, "Tell me in detail."

Seeing this, Apostle Mao still didn't react, but there was an interesting look in Apostle Si's eyes.

She really deserves to be the young master.

I thought I was a mediocre person who didn't think about anything, but now that I have ambition, it's easy to handle.

"It's a long story..."

Wei Zian raised his hand and frowned slightly, "To make a long story short, my senior sister is about to wake up."

"it is good."

……

place to camp.

Shui Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, then the tip of her nose twitched, like a puppy, really cute.

Crash.

The wooden bed shattered and disappeared, Wei Zi'an looked up, and happened to see Shui Miao who was walking down slowly.

"Wake up, Senior Sister."

"Ah."

Shui Miao stretched her waist, wondering: "Where did you get the grilled fish in the morning?"

"Just caught it."

Wei Zian smiled slightly, "Hurry up and eat, we can go on our way as soon as possible after eating."

"You baked fish?"

Shui Yanmiao looked sideways slightly, and praised: "I didn't expect my junior brother to have such abilities."

"well enough."

Wei Zi'an scratched his head.

"Have you recovered from your injury?"

Shui Miao ate the grilled fish in small mouthfuls, and fanned the wind towards her mouth when it was a little hot.

"Recovered." Wei Zi'an nodded and asked, "How long will it take us to arrive at Li Shanzong?"

"If it is fast, it will be at dusk, if it is slow, it will only be until tomorrow."

Shui Miao thought for a while, and joked: "Why, can't wait to see your sweetheart?"

"Senior sister was joking."

Wei Zian lowered his head, shook his head and said, "It's too late."

Just this morning, Wei Zian also received a message from Murong Ya.

Emperor Wu has already started to prepare for fasting, and he should be sent to the palace in a few days to ensure safety.

Undercurrents are surging in Kyoto, and now a curfew has been implemented, which can be described as stormy.

In such a situation, there is not much time left for myself.

Wei Zi'an had a rough calculation in his mind.

After leaving the Mountain Sect, you need to go to the Lishan Sword Sect to obtain the method of promotion, and contact the prime minister of the current dynasty to plan to change the sky.

Time, it's already too late.

"understood."

Although Shui Miao didn't know what happened, but seeing Wei Zi'an's nervous and affectionate, he knew that this matter should be extraordinary.

I just don't know if it has anything to do with what the master said.

"Not urgent."

Wei Zian said with a smile, looking into the distance.

The sun shines through the early morning water vapor, refracting beams of light, and you can vaguely see slight dust flying among them.

The morning light is faint, and the road is long and obstructed.