mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 301

"Who made this illusion? It's pretty good."

Lu Yunze's eyes flickered, and he asked Zi Ling beside him curiously.

With his knowledge and attainments in formations, he naturally saw the truth of the Hongqiao fairy sounds in front of him at a glance, but it was just a large phantom formation, but this phantom formation was directly located on the sea of ​​clouds, which is a bit interesting up.

This method of substituting reality with fiction can already be called a master of illusion.

"Senior Lu, this phantom array was set up by a senior who was invited by the new right envoy from the Shuiyue Sect. I don't know much about it, but the right envoy may know more, but I need to help Senior Lu set it up. She invited?"

"That's not necessary." Lu Yunze waved his hand casually.

He is not very interested in illusion, but seeing this novel method, he couldn't help being a little curious.

Zi Ling rolled his eyes a little, and said with a smile: "Senior Lu, you are here this time, but do you know what your mother asked you to do last time?"

Lu Yunze glanced at her, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's it."

Seeing his perfunctory look, Zi Ling Fairy was not angry, but continued to talk to Lu Yunze enthusiastically.

From time to time, some beautiful female cultivators in purple clothes passed by, and when they saw Zi Ling and Lu Yunze passing by, they gave way one after another, and they got together to chatter after they left, not knowing what they were talking about.

Zi Ling didn't seem to see these people at all, chatting with Lu Yunze while walking, until they reached a hall inside the main altar of Miaoyinmen.

On the first seat in the hall, Wang Yueying, who was dressed in plain white, had been waiting for a long time.

At this time, Wang Yueying is completely different from decades ago. The charming expression between her eyebrows and eyes is gone, but it is replaced by a kind of coldness like ice that has lasted for thousands of years. Don't dare to look directly.

In the past few decades, Wang Yueying has led the Miaoyinmen to fight through all obstacles, and she has gained a lot of prestige.

Until now, when most people mentioned Wang Yueying, they would respectfully call Sect Master Wang, and few people would call her Mrs. Wang anymore.

"Brother Lu, you're here." Wang Yueying nodded to Lu Yunze and smiled lightly. When she turned her head and saw Zi Ling, she immediately changed back to that cold face.

Zi Ling lowered her head and saluted Wang Yueying without looking at her.

"Mother, Zi Ling will leave first."

Wang Yueying frowned and waved her hands helplessly.

Zi Ling hurriedly turned and left, leaving only Lu Yunze and Wang Yueying in the hall.

"Brother Lu, this kid has caused you trouble again." Wang Yueying heaved a sigh of relief, her original aloof sect master demeanor disappeared without a trace, she shook her head helplessly and smiled wryly, apologizing to Lu Yunze.

"I don't care, it's good that this girl can learn a little bit smarter." Lu Yunze shrugged, casually found a chair and sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Smart? I wish she didn't have such little cleverness." Wang Yueying held her forehead with one hand, her body was slightly bent, and her eyes looked extremely tired.

"Some time ago, Wu Chou, the young master of Jiyin Island, sent someone to send a letter to invite Ziling to Lihuo Island to watch the wonders of the volcano, but I stopped him."

Wang Yueying smiled bitterly, and continued: "This is not the first time, and Wu Chou is not the only one. If this continues, I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to protect her."

Lu Yunze rubbed his chin, and suddenly realized: "Is that so, no wonder. See what Zi Ling means, is there a mole in the Miaoyin Sect?"

Before, Lu Yunze felt that Hongqiao's speed was too slow, and Zi Ling's reaction was also very deliberate. Now it seems that she probably wants to use her name to intimidate some people.

"Yeah, I don't know who it is yet. The only thing I know is that this traitor must be in a high position."

Wang Yueying shook her head with a wry smile, and continued: "That's why I said, that girl is only a little clever! Over the years, without Brother Lu's help, how could Miaoyinmen have the grand occasion it is today? Which of the big powers like this? I don’t know? Using this kind of method will only make people feel that something has changed inside the Miaoyinmen, so that they want to invite you out.”

Wang Yueying sighed deeply, with a bit of self-mockery in her tired eyes.

"I originally wanted to talk to you about this matter directly, Brother Lu, but because of her interference, what you do now, Brother Lu, seems very deliberate."

Lu Yunze shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Personally, he has helped Miaoyinmen a lot, but he helped for Yunming's face, not because he wanted to be bound to Miaoyinmen.

"Forget it, you can't hide from what should come." Wang Yueying let out a long breath, and collapsed on the seat wearily, her plain white clothes crumpled against her body, like a distorted face.

For decades, Wang Yueying had always been dressed in white, and Lu Yunze had never seen her change into other clothes.

"Brother Lu, what are you doing here today?" Wang Yueying forced herself to sit up straight and asked, a smile finally appeared on her face.

Lu Yunze didn't intend to play a riddle, and directly handed over two bulging storage bags.

"Last time, you asked me to check if anyone is willing to sell high-end materials. It just so happened that several of my friends had a lot of bottom-of-the-box stocks, so I brought them along with them."

Wang Yueying took the storage bag, swept it with her spiritual sense, and immediately widened her eyes in surprise.

"Thank you, Brother Lu. With this batch of materials, our transaction with Fenglemeng can continue."

Afterwards, Wang Yueying pondered for a moment, and reported a relatively generous number to Lu Yunze.

Lu Yunze directly agreed, which means that Han Li's batch of materials has been processed.

"Master Wang, last time I remember you said that there is a heir of a small sect who wants to sell the treasure of the sect in the sect to the Miaoyin sect. Is there such a thing?"

Lu Yunze took the spirit stone from Wang Yueying's hand, and continued to ask without changing his expression.

Wang Yueying was slightly taken aback, and then said with a helpless smile: "Yes, there is such a thing, the treasure of the town is one of the three legendary sacred trees, the Tianlei Bamboo, although it is still young, it cannot be used. What's the use. But according to our estimates, those big powers, like the big sects, would be willing to spend a lot of spirit stones to buy this spiritual root. Because of this matter, we have talked with the heir of the small sect several times, but He doesn't seem to be particularly satisfied with the price, so it hasn't been negotiated yet."

Lu Yunze rubbed his chin, nodded thoughtfully, took a sip from his teacup.

"How many spirit stones does he want?"

"300,000."

"puff!"

Lu Yunze almost choked to death on this sip of tea!
"Is he poor and crazy?"

(End of this chapter)