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

White Deer Academy.

"Sir, how is my step?"

Fu Ling sat cross-legged on the other side of Mr. Qi, and asked with a smile.

"This……"

Mr. Qi frowned.

At this moment, a thunder sounded in the originally clear sky.

Mr. Qi's hand holding the flag stopped, and he froze in place.

Pata...

The flag fell on the chessboard and kept rolling towards the side.

wow...

Mr. Qi's expression changed, and he slammed the chessboard and stood up.

Suddenly, the flag fell to the ground like raindrops.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ling's face turned green.

Mister actually wants to play tricks again!

And the same trick was used!
Fu Ling looked down at the flags scattered all over the ground, and then looked up at Mr. Qi's deeply sunken face.

This……

Mister didn't blush at all?
Even as a disciple, Fu Ling felt his face was burning.

But my husband is different. In his words, "When people get old, they look down on everything."

But this time is different, this determines the number of times I go down the mountain!
If she loses, Fuling will not be allowed to go down the mountain for a month.

"Master, you want to play tricks again..."

Fu Ling held up the photo booth that had been prepared, and shouted: "I recorded everything, this time, don't try to play tricks again!"

"Silence."

Mr. Qi is carrying Poria cocos on his back, and his back looks like a mountain.

It was the first time for Fu Ling to see such a gentleman, she couldn't help but tremble all over, and suddenly forgot what she wanted to say.

"Poria."

At this time, Mr. Qi turned around, looked at Fu Ling and said, "Did you hear the thunder just now?"

"heard it."

Poria replied softly.

It was the first time she saw such a gentleman, new colors burst out in the pupils of the vicissitudes of life, as if containing the sea of ​​stars.

"Do you want to see your little junior brother earlier?"

Hearing this, Fu Ling's beautiful eyes widened suddenly.

Although the master said the same thing as last time, she clearly knew the difference.

When Mr. Qi is teaching, all living beings can come to attend the lectures, and the lectures must be called "Mister".

But when he was called a master, there were only two disciples.

One is the senior brother Yan Song, who has outstanding talent and is known as the sword god of this generation in the Southern Kingdom.

The other one is Fu Ling who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

But now, the master is going to accept a third disciple, how can she not be shocked by this?
In addition to being shocked, Fu Ling was also a little happy.

As long as there is a junior brother, the master will not take care of himself every day.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling immediately said, "Master, just tell me."

She patted her flat chest and said loudly, "I will definitely do my best!"

"Ah."

Mr. Qi nodded slightly.

Those vicissitudes of eyes seemed to see through thousands of rivers and mountains, until they saw the evil abyss covered with black clouds.

"Leave immediately to Dingshan County City to meet your little brother."

"Got it!"

Fu Ling nodded happily and disappeared in a flash.

"What are you talking about today?"

Mr. Qi looked up at the sky, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

……

Kyoto.

In a towering attic.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap completely woke up the old man who was sleeping on the grand master's chair.

"Cough cough."

The old man coughed twice, put on his blue robe, and stood up from the grand master's chair.

"Come on!"

An old yet majestic voice.

The door opened quickly, and an old man walked in.

The old man was wearing splendid clothes, with gray sideburns, and looked about 60 or [-] years old.

"His Majesty."

The old man was the sad prime minister, and he opened his mirror.

And the old man lying on the grand teacher's chair just now is the current emperor of the Southern Kingdom, Emperor Nanwu.

"What happened just now?"

Emperor Wu wanted to speak, but his old face was very tired.

In fact, he was only in his forties.

Putting it on ordinary people, even if the state has declined slightly, it is more than that.

The fact that Emperor Wu became like this is all related to the Xuanwumen Incident 15 years ago, in which he was pierced through the Sea of ​​Qi.

"Thunder strikes, Your Majesty."

Zhang Kaijing lowered his eyes and said slowly.

"The sky is bright and clear, how can there be thunder?"

Emperor Wu came to the balcony of the attic and looked down at the whole world.

"I don't know."

Zhang Kaijing keeps his head down, like a stuffed gourd.

"You don't know?"

Emperor Wu laughed.

"Who are you? No.1 divination in the world, you don't know? You No.1 in the world don't know?"

"Wei Chen is terrified!"

When Emperor Wu heard No. 1 in the world, Zhang Kaijing had already knelt down on the ground, his forehead resting on the floor.

"Humph!"

Emperor Wu flicked his sleeves, his old face was not angry and prestige.

"Open the mirror, I am not old, nor dead!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Zhang Kaijing said respectfully.

But you are still old.

However, he didn't say that.

"Ah."

Emperor Wu put his hands behind his back.

"How long will it take for that girl to come back to Kyoto?"

"It's already on the way."

Zhang Kaijing stood up and came to the slightly back where the emperor was standing.

"This thunder seems to be hitting the southwest."

Emperor Wu asked: "Southwest, what's there?"

"Your Majesty, there is Hetian jade, a treasure, and a top-grade ink treasure."

Open the mirror and answer fluently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

Emperor Wu stretched out his hand to pinch the railing.

Suddenly, the wooden railing twisted slightly.

It can be seen how powerful Emperor Wu is.

"The abyss of extreme evil."

Zhang Kaijing said silently, "Wei Chen will go and investigate now."

"Go."

Emperor Wu waved his hand.

After Zhang Kaijing left the room, the ruler of the southern country shook his body suddenly.

Reaching out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Emperor Wu was in a trance.

"Are you old?"

"But I don't believe in old age!"

……

The abyss of extreme evil at this time.

In the deepest cave.

"Roar!"

After a loud dragon chant, the black dragon turned into a human figure and stood silently in front of the Buddha statue.

"Master, what's going on here?"

In front of the Buddha statue, there were eight or nine people standing.

Several people looked at each other, and finally, as a woman, she took a step forward, her red lips parted slightly, and she asked.

"Familiar breath..."

The black dragon in human form reached out and stroked his somewhat stiff face.

It has been a long time since he turned into a human form, and he has almost forgotten how it happened.

No matter what it is, it will gradually be forgotten after a long time.

But there is only one thing, even after a thousand years, he will never forget it...

"Just now, it was raining outside."

Ugly took a step forward and said in a muffled voice, "Is it master's handwriting?"

"fool."

Shen said, "If it was really the master's handiwork, we wouldn't be here now!"

"Quiet."

Black Dragon frowned slightly.

There was an instant silence in the cave.

"It's not easy for you to get together."

Heilong said: "I don't want to see you guys quarreling again, it's a headache."

"Since you've all heard it, you've all seen it."

Black Dragon waved his hand.

"Go, touch him, kill him, protect him, I want to see everything!"

Heilong laughed loudly.

"True and false, false and true, I need an explanation!"