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

"Zian, Wei Zi'an?"

Mr. Qi smiled slightly and looked at Wei Zi'an.

"Um... what should I call you?"

Wei Zian bowed slightly, with a sincere attitude.

"I've seen you."

"what?"

Wei Zian was shocked, and before he could react, he saw Mr. Qi walking down the city wall.

"Just call me sir."

"Mr. Qi?"

Mr. Qi shook his head and said with a smile, "Sir."

"Oh."

Wei Zian followed silently, feeling a little strange in his heart.

In my memory, I have never seen this person in front of me, how could he recognize me?
"Sir, please take a seat."

Wei Zian stretched out his hand, and with a faint spiritual force, he swept away the dust on the stool.

"it is good."

Mr. Qi sat down, always with a faint smile on his face.

"Sit down too, I've been fasting for a long time, don't worry about it."

Bigu?

Wei Zi'an was taken aback for a moment, but he had never heard of monks in this world being able to fast.

What's more, the higher the realm, the more you eat.

"Why are you staring at me, sir?"

"Because I've seen you, or rather, I've seen it."

Mr. Qi stretched out his hand, and the jade pendant on Wei Zian's chest flew into his hand as if he had received a sign.

"Have you seen my mother?!"

Some excited Wei Zi'an stood up, but immediately felt that he was being rude, so he sat down again.

After all, the person in front of me is a real scholar.

"I just saw it." Mr. Qi looked at the jade pendant in his hand, and a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

"Have you seen my mother?"

Mr. Qi shook his head, "I have seen your sister."

"She asked me a question once."

While speaking, Mr. Qi stood up and walked slowly to the door.

Just at this time, dawn was breaking, and the thin sunlight shrouded Mr. Qi's body, as if covering him with a layer of holy light.

Wei Zi'an lowered his head, a little lost in spirit.

Sister... a stranger who hasn't seen him for many years, so long that he has forgotten his sister's voice.

It is said that forgetting someone starts with time... After all, I am a lonely person.

"Do you want to know what question she was asking?"

Mr. Qi, with his hands behind his back, looked at the dawn.

Light and shadow cut through the darkness, interweaving changing scrolls.

Hearing this, Wei Zian raised his head.

For some reason, he saw the time from Mr. Qi, saw the passing years like water, and saw the babbling child.

"She asked me, how can waste tires cultivate, are they hopeless after all?"

Wei Zi'an was shocked, and lowered his head, looking at the blood-stained inner lining of his body.

So...does she still remember her brother?

"I said, the truth is not in the book, but in the foot."

"She asked me again, where did her mother go?"

"I said, the avenue is here."

"She knelt down to me. Although she looked a little annoyed, she was still polite."

While speaking, Mr. Qi had already walked to Wei Zian's side.

"That was already two years ago. At that time, she already had the level of cultivation you have now."

"Where is she?"

Wei Zi'an raised his head sharply, his face was calm, but the excitement in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"Do you want to come to the academy to study?"

"This……"

Wei Zian was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Thank you sir, but forget it."

"I'll give you a chance to think." Mr. Qi nodded with a smile, "but next time, don't reject me."

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course." Mr. Qi sat on a chair beside him, his figure somewhat illusory.

"Aren't you curious to see that a waste tire has the same cultivation level as it is today?"

Wei Zian stood up with a calm expression.

"The Buddha said that everything has a cause and effect; the sage said that if you don't know its existence, how can you say it doesn't exist?"

Mr. Qi spread his hands, "This world tells us that everything in the world has reincarnation."

"...Sir, do you believe so much?"

"I only believe in myself."

Mr. Qi's face reveals a sense of self-confidence, a self-confidence that looks down on the world.

"Wei Xiyue... where is my sister now?"

"I can't say, otherwise, you will die."

The smile on Mr. Qi's face faded and became a little serious.

Wei Zian wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, he still didn't know what to say.

Boss... always like to make mysteries.

"One last question, what's your name, sir?"

Wei Zian blinked, this question was purely curious.

"Too long ago."

Mr. Qi was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "I have forgotten what my name is, everyone calls me Mr. Qi."

"The swordsman outside just now is also my disciple, and his swordsmanship is very good."

"Great."

Wei Zian nodded, but he didn't get the answer he wanted, and felt a little regretful.

"gentlemen……"

Before Wei Zi'an finished speaking, Mr. Qi smiled and shook his head, "Equivalent exchange, this is an eternal principle."

"Excuse me, sir."

Hearing this, Wei Zi'an sat upright with a calm face.

"What do you want to be?"

Classic question, similar to what is your dream.

Wei Zian frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he answered seriously: "To be honest, I have never thought about this question."

"I had a very happy childhood and a not-so-good growth experience. Now I still hold grudges."

"Some time ago, I also killed a person who bullied me. In fact, the two of us don't have much enmity, but I am afraid, I am afraid of death. I haven't seen this world yet. I don't want my life to end in a place where I can never go away." I don’t want to be lost in the four corners of the sky, I don’t want to die amidst their laughter…”

"I don't know why, I seem to have a lot of enemies, and they all want me to die. I want to see where Youshan is, and see the mother who gave birth to me... I also have a fiancée who was ordered by my parents, I promised To protect her forever..."

"I don't know what kind of person I want to be, but I can't seem to accept my fate. I really have no choice."

After Wei Zian finished speaking, he fell silent.

Scholars, you should hate this kind of rough people who only know how to do things.

"Very honest, isn't it?"

Mr. Qi smiled kindly: "You don't want to be someone, because you just want to be yourself."

"But it's hard to be yourself..."

"Sir!" Wei Zi'an's eyes were firm, and he asked abruptly, "You Shan, where is it?"

"Why don't you ask who is trying to kill you?"

Mr. Qi asked with a smile.

"..."

Wei Zian really didn't know how to answer this question.

"Do you want to know where Youshan is?"

Mr. Qi stood up.

"Want to know who your enemy is?"

His figure gradually became blurred.

"Come to Bailu Academy to find me, and you will get the answer you want."

After the words fell, Mr. Qi's figure seemed to be blown away by the wind, leaving only one sentence echoing for a long time.

"Your poem is very good. I like a sentence in it, "The tune sings to the sky."