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

"Brother~"

With a childish voice, a chubby little boy happily ran towards Wei Zi'an with open arms.

When he laughed, the fat on his face squeezed his round eyes into slits, and the tiger fur hat on his head made him look even more cute.

This is his younger brother, Wei Zihao.

"Ah."

Wei Zi'an forced a smile, reached out and rubbed Wei Zihao's little head, and finally patted his tiger fur hat.

Such a child would think of killing himself?

Not to mention that Wei Zian didn't believe it, I'm afraid even a fool wouldn't believe it, but he still kept a bit of vigilance in his heart.

"My brother has grown taller!"

Wei Zihao blinked, put his hand on his head for comparison, and then stretched out his hand to show Wei Zi'an's height.

"Little Tiger can grow taller as long as he eats obediently."

Helping Wei Zian bring over the chopsticks, he said, "Let's eat."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Wei Zihao who originally wanted his mother to feed him suddenly gave up this idea.

The two brothers have met a few times, but only a few times.

Wei Zi'an was a little surprised that Wei Zihao could still remember himself.

For some reason, I originally wanted to ask about the Martial Arts Field, but now I can't open my mouth.

"Mother~ It's time to eat~"

The well-behaved Wei Zihao turned his head and shouted towards the kitchen.

"coming."

Qiu Yu brought a portion of porridge and divided it among the two brothers.

"Thank you."

Wei Zian turned his head slightly, and stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks.

"Thank you~"

Looking at his brother, Wei Zihao imitated the example and stirred the bowl with his chopsticks.

It's just that the chopsticks in that little hand still look a little awkward.

Wei Zi'an, who couldn't stand it anymore, changed the spoon for him, and said with a smile, "Eat well."

"Brother also eat well~"

Wei Zihao smiled slightly, showing two cute little canine teeth, then lowered his head and drank the first bowl of porridge quickly.

The chubby little hands shook, "Mother, have another bowl."

"Eat first, drink later."

Qiu Yu said angrily, "Eat more vegetables."

"do not want!"

Wei Zihao hugged his chest and turned his head arrogantly.

The meals on the table are not big fish or meat, but very ordinary home-cooked dishes.

Seeing Wei Zihao's childish scene, Wei Zi'an's eyes suddenly became moist.

A trance, as if back to that time.

My father hadn't been drinking too much yet, so I was sitting on my sister's lap while I was young, eating food with small mouthfuls.

"Zian."

Qiu Yu thought for a long time, and finally decided to get straight to the point, "I can give you the authority to enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion, and I will also admit your identity to the outside world. You can receive 500 low-grade spirit stones as a monthly salary, and you can also go to the Martial Hall to get one. Put on the right armor..."

"As for the others, they need to be recognized by the ancestral hall. I can't make decisions about those."

"Thank you."

Wei Zi'an nodded calmly, these are what he deserved, but they came a bit late.

A lunch passed quickly in a somewhat joyful atmosphere.

After the meal, Wei Zian returned to his room.

Because of his request, the room was changed to a side courtyard with relatively few people.

Sitting by the window, the small yard outside the room is still covered with snow, piled up in a thick layer.

Today's lunch suddenly shook Wei Zi'an's firm heart.

My younger brother is so cute, silly, stupid, he's just a child, how could he want to kill himself?

Who was Mr. Zhang that Wei Jincheng was talking about when he died?He didn't know that there was another Zhang family in Dingshan County.

Could there be other reasons for the mother's death?
In the past, they were a waste, so they didn't think about killing themselves, but now they showed some signs of it, so they quickly sent people to kill the weeds?

However, if this is the case, why does Qiu Yu have a strange mood when he speaks?

Or, did she really just want to protect herself in the martial arts arena?
Wei Zian felt that things were not that simple.

Regarding the matter of the mother, you still have to ask your sister and father.

Speaking of which, I don't know when my sister will return home. I haven't seen her for many years. Whether she will come back this year is still unknown.

Father……

After thinking about it, Wei Zian felt that he should get in touch with his younger brother more to see if he was a real child.

Shaking the token in his hand, the word "Wei" inlaid with gold rims gleamed in the sun.

Do you want to go to the Sutra Pavilion?
To be honest, Wei Zi'an was somewhat resistant to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and after being certified by many big bosses, he was indeed a useless tire.

Since it is a waste tire, the ability to comprehend the exercises should not be much stronger.

Wei Zi'an was afraid that it was all written in his own personal affairs, so he couldn't understand it after connecting it.

After thinking about it, Wei Zian finally made up his mind.

Pushing open the door, the spiritual power wrapped the soles of the feet, leaving no trace of stepping on the snow.

……

The multi-storey attic is full of ancient atmosphere, and the words "Zangjing Pavilion" inscribed on it are very dazzling.

There is a large library in every country in the southern country. It is said that all the books in the world are stored there.

And that building is called the library building. Affected by it, almost all the places where exercises are placed in Kyushu and the larger library buildings are called the library.

After handing over the token, Wei Zi'an entered the scripture storage pavilion without any unnecessary communication.

There is no grandpa who is hidden from the world, but only Xiaosi who is on duty.

There are five floors in the Sutra Library. The first to fifth floors are respectively placed: internal exercises, external exercises, books, scriptures, and classics.

On the first floor, Wei Zi'an just took a few glances and left. As we all know, all internal exercises require a spiritual embryo, that is, the aptitude for cultivating Taoism, which he does not have.

Outsiders' skills are nothing more than boxing and kicking skills.

Wei Zi'an took a few glances, and casually opened a book of exercises, but there was no handwriting on the first page.

There was a sudden buzz in my mind, and then a line of shallow handwriting appeared on the book: "Do you borrow books to turn the world upside down?"

Wei Zian frowned slightly.

Turning the pages of the book, there is indeed such writing on the cover of the book.

With such a lofty name, it is not a good thing at first glance.

Having learned the lesson from last time, Wei Zi'an put down his exercises and walked towards the bookshelf behind without looking back.

"Pushing cloud palm... Blazing fire fist... One pillar holding up the sky?"

Wei Zian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stepped back and picked up the Fiery Fist on the bookshelf.

Does knowing the fire-attribute supernatural powers count as having the aptitude for cultivating the fire-attribute?

After thinking about it, Wei Zian put his hands on it, and suddenly a burst of slightly messy words came in his mind.

Opening his eyes, a line of writing appeared on the book, "Remaining borrowing times 3."

In other words, you can only borrow four exercises at a time, or is it in your mind?
Wei Zian casually took out a pen from his pocket, and tried to write out the exercises in his mind, but he didn't follow the instructions, and what he wrote was completely different, as if the whole world was blocking him.

It turned out to be like this, no wonder a small shop was appointed to take care of such an important place as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.