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

In the room, Wei Zi'an sat cross-legged on the bed, and opened the system panel with some expectation.

Hey?
Looking at the intimacy value above, Wei Zian's pupils shrank and his mouth opened slightly.

[Tao companion favorability +5]

[Tao companion favorability +10]

[Tao companion favorability +3]

[Tao companion favorability -1]

……

The degree of intimacy has increased to 80 points, and there are only 100 points left before the 20 mark.

I believe that it won't be long before the intimacy value can be raised to level two.

Looking down, there are many messages from Xia Emei:

"My lord envoy, are you okay? Today is already the second day."

"I hope you can win. You must be too tired to forget about Emei."

"On the eighth day, I've been so annoying recently. I'm restless. I don't know why. I always feel like a piece is missing in my heart."

……

"No. 15 days, if you ignore me again, I will... what's wrong with you, suddenly appearing and disappearing suddenly? Are you still a responsible angel?!"

Seeing the end, Wei Zian's face was full of smiles.

In this world, it was the first time that I felt remembered and remembered in my heart.

I have to say, this feeling is awesome.

The eye sockets were slightly moist, Wei Zian raised his head and closed his eyes, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

A long time passed like this.

"Everything is fine, don't read."

"I saw your message. I think swordsmanship still needs hard work. No one is born a genius, and I am no exception."

"The so-called sword style is just a move formed by habit. When you comprehend the sword style, you will start. If you forget the sword style, you have already reached a small level. Putting it on the sword, at this time you are already interested, seeing that the sword is the sword, and the sword style is the sword style, this is the so-called great achievement."

"I've been recuperating recently, so don't worry... Thank you, I'm very happy."

After replying, Wei Zian glanced at Xia Emei's status, and it showed "still sleeping..." So he resisted poking and clicked on withdrawal.

Closing his eyes, a sword slowly appeared in front of him, and then the sword body was divided into six parts, turning into river, river, lake, sea, moor and continuous drizzle respectively.

wow~
The turbulent spiritual energy hit the barrier of the Five Brilliance Realm like a tide, and suddenly there was a "pop", and the continuous drizzle soaked the barrier, turning it into a vast ocean.

Wei Zian opened his eyes, as if a storm was hidden in his eyes, but his face was like a calm lake without waves.

Heaven and earth!
Break through so easily?
Wei Zian spread his hands on his knees, and tilted his head thoughtfully.

It seems that breaking through is not easy.

If I remember correctly, it clearly shows the remaining [-] withdrawal times before I withdraw.

And it took fifteen times before he was promoted from the five-yao three-level to the six-in-one level?
The amount of horse riding aura is less than one point or two.

Wei Zian frowned, thinking carefully about the reason.

If it becomes like this in the future, then what a waste of practice, just thinking about saving the time for half a year without any change, Wei Zi'an can't accept it.

Could it be related to Xia Emei's cultivation?
With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Wei Zian quickly figured out the cause of the problem.

Xia Emei has been practicing sword these days, or just playing. Although her cultivation has not increased, it is still much slower than before.

Let him practice well.

Thinking of this, Wei Zian opened the system panel and left a message for Xia Emei.

It succinctly explained that cultivation is the most important thing.

"Master Wei, my master wants to see you."

A sudden voice interrupted Wei Zian's thoughts, and he quickly responded: "Okay, I'll be right here."

The father of the savior?

Wei Zian looked down at his clothes, he couldn't wear a nightgown to meet people, could he?

Opening the closet in the room, I saw a few exquisite clothes and a note underneath.

"Young master, you can use it as you like."

This seems to be Murong Ya's handwriting.

Immediately, Wei Zi'an's heart warmed up, he picked out a solemn shirt and locked it up.

……

"Father, what are you doing?"

The pouting Murong Ya pulled Murong Yunhai's shoulders and swayed back and forth, almost writing "I'm unhappy" on her face.

"Oh, stop shaking."

Murong Yunhai is like an old farmer, with a messy beard, deep wrinkles, and sallow skin, but his spirit is very good, and there is a gleam in his slightly cloudy pupils.

"I just want to take a look at him, isn't that okay?" Murong Yunhai clapped his hands and teased, "Ya'er is too domineering."

"That's it."

On the side, Qing'er added in a low voice.

"You, you."

Murong Ya snorted and stopped talking with a stern face.

"coming."

Suddenly, Murong Yunhai raised his eyebrows, and the sound of subdued footsteps came from a distance.

Insufficient confidence, unstable base, and weak body, the realm is naturally like a tower in the air.

"Junior Wei Zi'an, I met Uncle Murong."

After much deliberation, Wei Zian still decided to call him uncle. After all, Wei's family is still a little bit thin in Dingyuan Mountain County, and he can still climb up to uncle.

Seeing Wei Zian, Murong Yunhai frowned.

If you read correctly, not only is his realm unstable, but he has broken through to the Liuhe realm?

This...could it be true that waste tires can be cultivated?
Murong Yunhai fell into astonishment for a moment, and did not recover until the coughing sound came from beside him.

"Get up quickly."

Murong Yunhai raised his hand lightly, and Wei Zi'an felt a mighty force lift him up.

"Wei Zi'an, I wonder if I can call you Zi'an?"

"Naturally."

Wei Zian raised his head and looked at Murong Yunhai slightly.

If it wasn't for the great power just now that showed his status as a monk, he would really be like an ordinary old man.

"Sit down, sit down."

Smiling, Murong Yunhai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zi'an.

Yinglun's face and thin body, even if he lived in a shabby hut for a long time, once he put on brocade clothes and jade clothes, he quickly looked like a child of a family.

However, how did he possess the Liuhe Realm cultivation base?
The 16-year-old Liuhejing monk could be called a genius anywhere.

Seeing that Murong Yunhai remained silent, Wei Zi'an said, "Thank you uncle for taking care of you these days, so that this junior can heal his wounds with peace of mind."

"It's nothing, your parents and I are old friends."

Speaking of this, Murong Yunhai sighed, "It's just that your father has changed, it's a pity that your mother..."

"Don't talk about that." Murong Yunhai smiled, "I don't know how Zi'an has such a cultivation level, after all, you were..."

"father!"

On the side, Murong Ya stamped her feet in dissatisfaction.