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

The bright moon is like a hook, casting bright moonlight.On the surface of the lake, shimmering, hazy water vapor surrounds the moonlight for a long time.

crackling—

The wood was burning, making a continuous crackling sound.

"Little brother, you seem a little unhappy."

Fu Ling sat aside, stretching out her hand to twist her skirt, it was wet with water.

"No."

Wei Zi'an smiled and shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, Fu Ling looks like an ordinary person, an ordinary person without any cultivation.

But even so, she was able to catch fish?
Still a phantom fish full of aura!
It is said that this kind of fish is difficult for ordinary monks to meet, let alone catch. Some good people have done statistics. Since the establishment of the Southern Kingdom, the phantom fish has been caught 47 times in total, and each time it was caught by a big monk.

Therefore, there are some wonderful sayings about this kind of fish. Some people say that those who are not lucky cannot be seen, and those who are not powerful cannot be caught.

But now, the phantom fish was placed in front of him, and there were still two of them.

Could it be that the senior sister has been catching phantom fish just now?
Wei Zi'an was a little surprised.

It turns out that besides being beautiful, the senior sister is also quite capable.

"Junior brother, how long will it take for us to reach your house?"

Fu Ling frowned slightly, and rubbed the hem of the skirt in her hands with some disgust.

It is very uncomfortable to stick to the body wet.

She leaned against Wei Zian, wanting to use the warm flame to quickly dry her clothes.

"almost."

Wei Zi'an felt a scent of fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose, and turned his head to see that it was Poria who approached.

The warm firelight reflected on Poria's white and greasy skin, making it look bright and moving.

"Probably tomorrow."

Wei Zian raised his head and looked into the distance, as if he could see the small town beyond the mountains.

"It seems to be snowing."

Suddenly, Fu Ling stretched out her small white jade hand, and the snowflakes fell slowly, like a dream.

"Snowing."

Looking at the falling snowflakes, Wei Zi'an was full of thoughts.

Snowflakes, New Year's Day, small river, lonely fire.

"Drunk alone in the thatched cottage last night, fishing alone in the snow in Nanxi tonight."

Wei Zi'an expressed his feelings, and then burst out laughing.

Look at the senior sisters beside her who are not senior sisters, and you are not alone.

Compared with last year, there is always an extra companion.

"Junior Brother, today seems to be the New Year's Day."

Poria stood in the snow and circled around, her goose-yellow dress fluttering in the snow like elegant tulips in full bloom.

"New Year's Day?"

Wei Zi'an frowned, "Senior sister must have remembered wrongly, it seems that there is another day."

"No."

Fu Ling stretched out her onion-like finger and nodded her head, "Senior Sister will not remember wrongly, this year will be one day less than last year."

"It seems to be true."

Wei Zi'an suddenly realized.

"It's Chinese New Year, isn't Senior Sister going home?"

"The little junior brother didn't go home either."

Fu Ling stopped spinning in circles, walked unsteadily towards the fire, and slumped into Wei Zian's arms.

Hey?
Wei Zian blinked and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Little brother, why do you circle around me?"

Poria asked curiously.

"...Sister, you are dizzy."

Fu Ling paused slightly, as if she had realized it, and felt a little embarrassed.

"Then why don't you help the senior sister get up?"

Wei Zi'an smiled slightly, and through Fu Ling's thin clothes, he could just see some wonderful spring scenery.

Thinking of her senior sister's fairy-like demeanor, Wei Zi'an suddenly felt that his behavior was a bit villainous, and quickly closed his eyes.

"Well, I don't seem to be dizzy anymore."

After Fuling rested for a while, Wisdom reoccupied the high ground.

"By the way, junior brother, I don't think I've seen the poem you read just now in a book."

Fu Ling tilted her head, and said in surprise, "You didn't write it yourself, did you?"

"Could it be possible that the senior sisters have read all the books?"

Wei Zi'an was keenly aware of the books in Fu Ling's words.

"no."

Is this reasonable?

Wei Zi'an nodded secretly.

"Except for the books in recent years, I have read everything else."

"...well, I wrote it."

Wei Zi'an had no doubts about Fu Ling's words.

Reading is the practice of the disciples of the academy, and apart from reading, the disciples of the academy also have one thing to do is to cultivate their minds.

Therefore, academy disciples generally do not lie.

"That's great."

Fu Ling clapped her hands and commented: "I'm afraid the master can't write such a poetic line. The younger brother really should come to the academy to study."

"Do academy disciples really need to keep reading every day until they break ten thousand volumes?"

Wei Zi'an handed one of the larger phantom fish to Fu Ling.

During these days of travelling, Fuling admired two things. Apart from a little too much energy, the rest is the good habit of reading every day.

"smell good."

Fu Ling licked the corner of her mouth and explained: "Actually, it's not the case. The academy will formulate different cultivation methods according to each person's state of mind and aptitude."

"But in general, there are two types, one is called reading thousands of books, and the other is called traveling thousands of miles."

Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, looks good... Wei Zi'an asked curiously: "Then what is the way of cultivation of senior sister?"

"do not know."

Fu Ling shook her head, "Master never said that, it seems to be eating and reading every day."

"..."

The corner of Wei Zian's mouth twitched, is this the world of geniuses?
"Little brother, if you don't mind, I will send the poem you just read to the master."

"Ok."

Wei Zi'an always felt a little ashamed, but he still couldn't resist the expectant eyes of his senior sister.

This feeling is like the teacher asking you to read a nonsense composition in class.

"Are you homesick, little brother?"

Fuling ate the delicious grilled phantom fish, turned her head and asked.

"Do not want to."

Wei Zian said truthfully, "There's nothing to think about."

Seeing Wei Zi'an's somewhat lonely expression, Fu Ling immediately changed the subject, "After this year, little junior brother, right?"

"17 years old."

Wei Zian smiled and said, "It should be the senior sister."

"Let you guess right."

Fu Ling scratched her head in embarrassment. In fact, the younger brother didn't know that she was there last year and the year before.

"You really don't want to worship Mr. as your teacher?"

"Why did you accept me as an apprentice, sir?"

Fu Ling frowned slightly, thinking carefully for a moment.

"The master said, this is a preordained thing, your name was given by him..."

"Sir, do you know my mother?"

Wei Zi'an asked excitedly.

"you have not answer my question yet."

Fuling puffed up her cheeks, a little dissatisfied.

"Wait until the work is over, and I will go to worship Mr. as a teacher when I am done."

Wei Zi'an looked serious, this was indeed a decision he made after thinking for a long time.

"Shh!"

Just when Wei Zi'an was about to ask, Fu Ling suddenly put her finger to her mouth and whispered, "Junior Brother, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year."

The corners of Wei Zi'an's mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly.