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

outside the hall.

Wei Zi'an found a step and sat down, looking at the busy shops around him.

Once upon a time, such a life was beyond my reach.

His eyes were in a trance for a while, as if he saw the young man in a thin shirt, clenching his teeth and carrying water in the cold winter.

Everything happened too fast, from ants who were slaughtered to people who could barely stand up and speak.

I still remember that when I first came here, my father was still that invincible general, and now he is already a bit old, although he is still strong, but he no longer sees that heroic spirit.

As for mother...

Wei Zi'an actually didn't resent Wei Huating, but he was more or less resistant.

While thinking about it, the door of the hall opened, and Murong Yunhai came out with a slight smile, and Qiu Yu behind him smiled a little forcedly, looking a little unhappy.

But they can still laugh, which shows that the conversation between the two is quite smooth.

"Aunt Qiu."

Wei Zian stood up and said with a smile, "Uncle."

"Ah."

Murong Yunhai, who was full of smiles, gave Wei Zian a look, "Sister and sister, it's getting late, so I'll go back first, I'm still waiting for lunch at home."

The corner of Qiu Yu's mouth twitched, are you eating lunch before noon?

"It just so happens that the time is right, why don't Brother Murong stay here, and let me, my brother and sister, do the honor of being a landlord."

"No need."

Murong Yunhai waved his hand, "It's good that you have this kind of heart."

Turning his head, Murong Yunhai looked at Wei Zi'an with a smile on his face and said, "Zian, treat you well, Aunt Qiu."

"Good uncle."

Wei Zi'an nodded obediently, with an intriguing smile on his face.

"Let's go!"

After saying that, Murong Yunhai suddenly rose from the ground, first jumped onto the high wall of Wei's house, and then disappeared into the white clouds in the distance in a few dodges.

What kind of cultivation is this?
Wei Zian froze in place watching Murong Yunhai's leaving figure.

This move is not very powerful, I am afraid that even if you are not a monk, a martial arts disciple with only internal strength can do it.

But what is surprising is that there was almost no spiritual energy fluctuation between the few jumps that Murong Yunhai had just been caught.

This is amazing, and it is impossible for ordinary monks in the Liuhe Realm to do this.

"At noon today, stay for dinner."

After the expressionless Qiu Yu finished speaking, he walked towards the hall without looking back.

"Ah."

Although Wei Zi'an still had a lot to ask in his heart, he also knew the reason why the rabbit should not be pushed into a hurry.

After thinking about it, Wei Zian decided to take a look at his thatched cottage.

Anyway, after all, it is the home where I have lived for more than ten years.

I just don't know if it survived the heavy snow.

……

It snowed heavily all night, bending the beams of the thatched cottage, and the two wooden windows were blown open. The broken window paper was dotted with traces of wind and snow.

"For so many years, I have suffered for you."

Wei Zian shook his head with a smile, it was already expected that the thatched cottage would become like this.

Push the door and walk into the dilapidated thatched cottage.

Immediately, a smell of burning flames filled the nostrils, and the air was filled with gray smoke.

Wei Zian frowned and covered his mouth and nose.

A stream of spiritual energy spread out from the palm like a water pattern, and the thatched cottage was washed clean in an instant.

Wei Zi'an looked around.

The room was piled up with a person-high thatch that turned into burnt plant ash, and the wall behind was full of traces of fire licking.

In the whole room, only one place is still intact.

Was this set on fire?
Wei Zi'an's heart suddenly burst into an unknown fire.

Who has such a big enmity with.

Smiling helplessly, Wei Zian walked to the only intact place, which was a wooden plank with thatch piled up on it still intact.

This used to be my bed.

Why wasn't it burned down here?
Lifting the wooden board, the water-blue light was revealed, and Wei Zi'an's face was as blue as a jewel?
"This is……"

Somewhat doubtful, Wei Zian reached down and quickly brought up a wooden box the size of a palm.

The blue light shines through the wooden box, and the carvings on it seem to be moving and vivid.

It seems that this little thing has never been seen in my memory, and when did it appear under my bed?
Wei Zian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a button in the middle of the wooden box. For some reason, it might be the reason why human beings would press the button when they saw it, so he also pressed it.

In an instant, the light burst out, and the water blue light shot up into the sky.

The whole thatched house is like an underground cave, and also like a magnificent palace in ancient times.

"child……"

Hearing this voice, Wei Zi'an trembled all over, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Mother?"

As if the blood connection was at work, Wei Zian opened his mouth and shouted out this familiar yet unfamiliar word.

Just calling out this name, Wei Zian's eyes are already moist.

"Zian, you are already a cultivator in the Liuhe Realm, mother is very happy..."

"At this time, my mother was still pregnant with you, and she gave you this name, just hoping that you would live a safe life, but I never thought that you would become a monk in the end. Is it the instruction of fate, or is it the fetters of blood..."

Wei Zian stared at the woman in front of him in a daze.

Wearing a water blue long dress, a gentle smile hangs on the corner of her mouth, and her beautiful eyes seem to be talking.

From the slightly bulging belly, it can be seen that she is pregnant, and the high nose bridge is exactly the same as that of Wei Zi'an.

If Wei Zian's sword eyebrows were ignored, the two of them were carved out of the same mold.

"It's a pity that my mother can't grow up with you. How old are you now, in your teens or twenties, or are your temples already gray?"

"This jade pendant is the only thing mother can leave you. Since you have become a monk, you should make good use of it."

Suddenly, the beautiful figure shook a little, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.

"The time is too long, I can't see my son grow up, the time is too short, I regret that I can't accompany you for a ride, mother is sorry for you..."

While speaking, a few glistening teardrops faintly slid down the man's face, the woman stretched out her hand, and the picture was frozen.

"Mother..."

Wei Zi'an stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he had been punched in the heart.

He wanted to hold that hand, but the image had started to fade away.

The jade pendant fell, and Wei Zi'an reached out to catch it and stuck it on his forehead.

In the thatched cottage, soft whimpers could be heard from time to time. The young man covered his face with his hands, his body trembling violently.