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

The night is like ink, and the evening breeze is gentle.

After completing the daily interaction with Xia Emei, Wei Zi'an sat on the bed and flipped through the book.

In fact, Chen Weiyi had only heard of what Chen Weiyi said during the day about decades ago.

After a while, Wei Zi'an closed the book and let out a long sigh.

Back then, the army of the living dead conquered four of the twelve states in the Southern Kingdom in one fell swoop. It was only later that the Academy and the Zongmen joined forces to suppress it.

It's terrifying.

But it wasn't this that made Wei Zian sigh.

He searched through all the ancient books of the Wei family, and there were only records about Youzhou that belonged to the secular dynasty hundreds of years ago, and there was indeed no trace of any news about modern times.

"Youzhou, Youzhou..."

Wei Zian looked into the distance, and the dark clouds were just like his mood.

The next day, Wei Zi'an asked the elderly elders in the family, and only got scattered news from them.

Putting these pieces of news together, it is even more cloudy.

But it seems to be related to the army of the living dead decades ago.

So what role does the apostle play here?
Wei Zi Anku, who couldn't figure it out, sat on the chair in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and was lost in thought.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, he also received news from the elders of the Wei family about entering the ancestral hall, but Wei Zi'an did not directly agree, but wanted to wait and see.

Time passed quickly, here, Wei Zi'an followed the line of the so-called Young Master Zhang, and finally found some clues.

"For a hundred years in the southern country, misfortunes abound. Zhang's family in Youzhou, sending beams and grass..."

Wei Zi'an read one page, and when he turned to the second page, he found that there were obvious traces of being torn.

"It's really Lishan..."

However, where is this Lishan?

After a moment of silence, Wei Zian stuffed the book back according to his memory.

Since it was torn off on purpose, it must be trying to hide something.

In other words, there are eyes and ears hidden in the Wei family.

Wei Zi'an turned around and walked towards the place where the secret books were stored. Die Lang Qianzhong had almost practiced, and it was time to change a book of exercises.

But even if he was careful, he didn't notice that the original bookshelf had obviously changed slightly.

For the next few days, Wei Zi'an stayed at home practicing the exercises analyzed by Xia Emei, begging for rain.

The so-called begging for rain is not a simple change of the sky, but a method of superimposing the state by using the right time and place.

In fact, Wei Zi'an prefers the kind of celestial-like exercises, rather than this barbaric look of turning on the berserk and fighting hand-to-hand.

But there is no way, the cost of polishing the body is too high, and now he can only rely on the daily pill of washing marrow for comfort.

Therefore, exercises that can increase physical fitness within a certain period of time have naturally become the best choice.

Some time later, just when Wei Zi'an thought that the so-called plague was just a cover for showing off, a vision happened.

……

Li Shanzong.

Xia Emei finished her day's training and walked out of the training room with a little tiredness.

"Wait for you for a long time."

Seeing Xia Emei, Gongsun Ning, who was holding a book of swords in her hand, immediately came up to her.

"gentlemen."

Xia Emei was a little surprised. At this time, shouldn't the husband be practicing? How could he be looking for himself?
"Walking and talking."

Gongsun Ning handed Xia Emei the sword scriptures that had been properly marked just now.

Xia Emei, who was already used to it, didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Although she could only understand it, that scoundrel could learn it. In other words, she could do it herself.

"What's the matter, sir?"

The curious Xia Emei blinked and asked softly.

"Do you know the country of Yue?"

"knew."

"Ah."

Gongsun Ning was a little silent, but walked in front with her hands behind her back.

"The Tiannan Festival is about to begin."

"what?"

Xia Emei opened her mouth slightly, sir, you don't want to go to the Tiannan event by yourself, do you? !
The so-called Tiannan Grand Gathering is an event organized by the imperial court to give various sects and academies in the southern kingdom a chance to compete against each other, and at the same time for the controlled talents. It has the meaning of martial arts hegemony.

However, in previous years, there were requirements for participating in the Tiannan Grand Festival. The most conspicuous one was that it must be a year of weak championship. Although the age limit has been raised to 18 years old, but I am only 16 years old.

"Next year, start to compete for admission places."

Gongsun Ning's face fluctuated, "I recommend you."

"This……"

Xia Emei was surprised and said: "But there is still a big gap between me and them."

"Yes." Gongsun Ning turned her head and said, "But you have enough talent."

"But some elders in the sect are unwilling."

Xia Emei lowered her head, thinking, I wouldn't want to replace me, isn't this just nonsense?
If he was a fire walker before, he might still have a chance, but now that he is a sword walker, he just wants to let people chop melons and vegetables.

"You know, master doesn't like to fight."

Gongsun Ning's face was calm, but his whole body gave birth to an awe-inspiring aura of looking down on the world.

"They thought I was scared, it's ridiculous."

"So, Master, you want me to vent my anger and scold those old guys with mushrooms growing on their heads?"

Xia Emei pursed her lips tightly, blinked her big silly eyes, and asked tentatively.

In fact, the two of them were not really in a master-student relationship, but after Gongsun Ning said so, Xia Emei naturally pretended not to know and pretended to be a real disciple.

She is cute and not stupid.

"Hehe." Gongsun Ning chuckled, "Compared to your ineffective senior brother, Emei can make the master happy."

"hey-hey."

Xia Emei smiled slightly, revealing two small canine teeth.

"I want you to get the invitation letter for the Tiannan Grand Meeting with your own hands."

Her lips were slowly opened wide, her eyes were a little dislocated, and Xia Emei froze in place for a moment as if struck by lightning.

It kept echoing in my mind, Master is crazy, is he crazy...

"Actually, it's okay if you can't get it." Gongsun Ning explained: "The master has already made arrangements, but you have to fight!"

While speaking, Gongsun Ning raised her fist and shouted fiercely.

"Oh."

Xia Emei curled her lips and said aggrievedly: "Master, what should I do?"

"As you said, those old guys with mushrooms growing on their heads organized a trial, and I want you to participate."

"Ok."

"Don't worry, it's alright."

Gongsun Ning patted Xia Emei's head with a smile, "Master has arranged everything for you, it's just a process."

"Can you not leave..."

"No! If you don't steam the steamed buns, you still have to fight!"

"Oh."

"Don't you want to look like this wronged Baba, straighten your chest."

"Master, don't touch your ears, don't mess around..."

"This, this, this is too cute, and, besides, it's so big... why don't you go, because it's a bit of a shame to be a teacher."

"...I'd better go."