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

Because there was no horse, the speed of the journey was much slower. For this reason, Wei Zi'an was often complained by Fu Ling along the way.

From the temple to the lively street, from the cold snowfield to the yellow desert.

During this day, they kept walking.

Fu Ling even speeded up her pace on purpose, just to try Wang Chong's real follow-up and see if he can persevere.

During this nearly tortured journey, at the beginning, Wang Chong was still smiling. After all, Wei Zi'an and Fu Ling are both scholars, and they can also talk about the past and the present, which is very comfortable.

But in the end, he couldn't hold it anymore, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them, and they were swollen and uncomfortable, and his face was flushed from being suppressed. It was obviously cold winter, and his forehead Sweat dripped from the face.

Wang Chong originally wanted to take a break, but Wei Zi'an and Fu Ling seemed tireless, so he didn't open his mouth, and he admitted that he lost to Wei Zi'an. After all, how old is he, but losing to a girl is nothing... …

The three of them walked like this until Wang Chong was about to die when he heard a voice that sounded like the sound of heaven.

"Let's go on our way tomorrow."

Wei Zi'an really couldn't bear to watch Wang Chongqiang hold on any longer. Judging by his appearance, the soles of his feet might already be bleeding.

"okay."

Fu Ling looked around and pointed to a big tree, "Let's go there."

They went over to set up camp, and soon the fire was lit.

"Brother Wei, have you entered the Tao?"

Wang Chong rubbed his sore feet and asked curiously.

"Entering Taoism?" Wei Zian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the formal practice of academy disciples was called entering Taoism.

"No." He shook his head and said, "I am not only a scholar, but also a monk."

"I see."

Wang Chong suddenly realized, no wonder Wei Zian didn't feel the slightest discomfort after walking for a day.

"Senior Sister Fu Ling is also a monk?"

"A serious scholar."

Poria replied with a smile.

Wang Chong's performance is quite satisfactory to her, and it should also satisfy the uncle.

student……

Hearing this, Wang Chong's eyes widened in surprise.

Among the monks in the world, the practice of the academy disciples is actually the most difficult. They have to read thousands of volumes or travel thousands of miles before they can formally enter the Tao.

And Senior Sister Fu Ling seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Which way can one enter the Tao at such an age?
"I don't know how Senior Sister Fuling got into Taoism?"

"read."

Fu Ling said: "I have been accepted as a disciple by my master since I was a child and started to practice. You don't have to belittle yourself, your roots are very good. If you want, I can recommend a teacher for you."

"Really?"

Wang Chong was a little excited, he quickly stood up and saluted, "Then thank you, Senior Sister."

He went from Saibei to the capital, abandoning tens of thousands of acres of family land and regardless of what he was planning, wasn't it just a practice.

Now the senior sister has found a way for herself with one word, although it is not known whether it will succeed or not, it is always good.

"you're good."

Wei Zian gave a thumbs up and praised: "Ordinary people can't last a day walking like this."

"Senior brother is absurd."

Wang Chong smiled wryly and shook his head.

Just when he was about to speak, the tree trunk behind him suddenly opened its mouth wide, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and bit Wang Chong without saying a word.

Feeling the cold wind blowing from behind, Wang Chong looked back and was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

"Drawing the ground is a prison."

Fu Ling's face froze, and she whispered four words.

A golden light turned into a cage, flew straight to the tree demon's head, and trapped it.

"Whoa--"

The dryad kept shaking the branches and leaves, gnawed on the golden cage, and the sharp teeth were burning with flames, and the dryad let out a miserable cry in pain.

"what is this?"

Wang Chong felt uncomfortable as if his mind was going to explode, but he still forced himself to calm down.

"It seems to be a dryad."

Holding Jinghong, Wei Zi'an stepped forward and poked it.

"Just scare it."

Fu Ling gently raised her hand, and a green light disappeared from her hand. At the same time, the irritable tree demon became much calmer.

Seeing the golden light in front of him and the man holding the sword, the tree demon who had calmed down immediately curled up into a ball in fright, and shrank into the tree trunk, unable to scream.

"This is an ordinary willow tree demon, but I don't know what has polluted it."

Fu Ling pinched her chin, thoughtful.

"But..." Wei Zi'an pointed at the tree demon with his sword, "This seems to be a poplar tree?"

Poria: "..."

Damn little junior brother, he's really becoming less and less cute, damn it, I really want to beat him up.

"That's right." Fu Ling nodded, "That's why I said he was polluted."

"Everything of the Dryad's character is related to the environment, he should be relatively peaceful..."

Fu Ling counted with her fingers, and muttered: "There is no evil spirit around here, and Feng Shui is pretty good..."

"Do you know how to tell a fortune teller?"

Wei Zi'an said in surprise.

"But it's still gone bad." Fu Ling ignored him and continued: "So you must pay attention to the surrounding environment in the future, which is why you choose to come here to rest."

After Fuling finished speaking, she stepped forward and patted the tree trunk, "Don't pretend to be dead!"

The thick tree trunk trembled violently, and the dryad showed its frightened face.

"Tell me about it."

Fu Ling clasped her hands together, her face turned cold all of a sudden, she nodded from time to time, and said a few words from time to time.

"What is this doing?"

Wei Zian looked at Wang Chong and asked.

"It is recorded in the book that there is not much difference between humans and demons. Since ancient times, humans and demons have lived together..."

"Why don't you start with Pangu opening up the world?"

Wei Zian glanced at him sideways.

"...It should be communicating with divine thoughts."

Wang Chong asked suspiciously: "Brother Wei is a scholar, but he doesn't even know this?"

Wei Zi'an blinked, turned his head away, and said in his heart: "If I know, I will ask you." '

While the two were talking, Fu Ling had already finished the encrypted call with the Dryad.

I just don't know why, but she doesn't seem to be in a very good mood.

"No cannibalism."

After Fu Ling gave her last word of advice, she untied the golden cage on the tree demon.

The dryad swayed happily, and scattered a large number of leaves, making the fire even more blazing.

"What's the matter, Sister?"

Seeing Fu Ling's serious face, Wei Zian couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing."

Fu Ling said something casually.

It's too perfunctory... Wei Zian lowered his head silently.

He also had a general understanding of the senior sister's temperament, he would not say anything when he didn't want to say it, and said everything when he wanted to say it.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Wang Chong didn't dare to say anything. He sat on the ground, opened a book and started his homework.

Hearing the sound of reading aloud, the Dryad was intoxicated by it, swaying gracefully.