Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 63
"Disciple Lu Yun, the master ordered me to deliver the letter."

She took out the letter and bent slightly to show her respect, and she saw the jealous eyes of many people in the building out of the corner of her eye.

There seemed to be many rivals in love with her master, so Lu Yun mourned for a second of silence.

"Little guy, get up."

"He also knows how to send me a letter, so he still has a little conscience."

Wiping the non-existent tears at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, Mrs. Chunfeng reached out and touched Lu Yun's face.

"Little guy, follow me these few days."

"As for you..."

Looking across the rest of the spectators, Mrs. Chunfeng had a strong smile on her face, but her tone was not kind.

"Why, are you waiting to hear the secret here?"

This is to accept the deal with the little old man, and to drive him away.

strange!
This idea popped up in many people's minds.

"Hey, ma'am, is there any secret we can't hear?"

Hearty laughter appeared. It was a middle-aged man with fair skin, slightly fat, and looked like a Maitreya Buddha.

However, when he looked at Mrs. Chunfeng, there was always some lust and covetousness in his eyes.

But Nadu grasped it just right, letting people know that he had thoughts about Mrs. Chunfeng, but it would not be too offensive.

"Master Feng, you say it's a secret, but is it still a secret if it's widely advertised?"

Mrs. Chunfeng covered her mouth and smiled delicately. Her swaying style made people's eyes linger, but everyone could see the coldness in her eyes.

"Of course, you can make a deal with him yourself, so I can tell you this secret."

"I don't know if you can do it, heh!"

Pointing at the little old man, Mrs. Chunfeng had a sneering smile on her face, and her glances up and down could make a man irritable.

Faced with these thorny words, Hall Master Feng's expression remained unchanged.

"It's true, it belongs to me, Meng Lang."

"Since the other party is willing to cooperate with you, madam, I will not force others to do anything difficult."

"Farewell."

After saying these words, he left without hesitation, and his free and easy steps thought how broad-minded he was.

However, Lu Yun clearly saw that the other party's face changed after turning around, and that cold killing intent was mixed with the pain of not being able to love.

The beauty is passionate and ruthless.

With Hall Master Feng taking the lead, no matter how reluctant the rest of the people are, they can only walk out of Yunxiang Building.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were only his own people left in the building, and Fu Xiu, who had not left with a stern face.

"Ma'am, Lu Yun and I are good friends, just let me stay here."

Fu Xiu walked over and smiled flatteringly at his wife.

"Oh, yes."

Mrs. Chunfeng, who pursed her lips, looked at Fu Xiu with unfathomable eyes, as if she had seen through her eyes.

Fu Xiu's expression was unnatural.

"Okay, let's talk about the secret."

The madam didn't care, she walked up to the little old man and spoke in a sleepy tone, and the secret existence couldn't please her.

"Madam, do you know how many rivers and lakes there are among the water and clouds?"

The little old man smiled ingratiatingly, and his words meant something.

This question made Mrs. Chunfeng frown.

Shuiyunjian is a city of water, apart from the long river that splits Shuiyunjian, there are countless lakes, large and small.

She knew it, but never really understood it.

"A total of one hundred and eight rivers, right?"

Qing Huan's voice sounded in time, the little old man nodded and gave Qing Huan an appreciative look.

"Yes, one hundred and eight, then you know, this one hundred and eight rivers were not formed randomly."

"Ma'am, have you carefully observed the hundred and eight rivers above the water and clouds?"

The answer is of course no.

"What do you want to say?"

Mrs. Chunfeng became impatient. She was a moody person and wanted to hear the secret, but she didn't like so many questions.

When her whole body was released, Lu Yun took a few steps back to avoid the sharp edge, and Fu Xiu did the same.

Seemingly sensing that the two little fellows were "no way", Mrs. Chunfeng restrained her momentum and looked at the little old man coldly.

That is to say, no matter how dare to talk nonsense, do it directly.

Xu Shi was threatened, the little old man shrank his head, and the pride on his face disappeared.

He took out a blueprint, which was the map of Shuiyunjian.

The oversized map was spread out on the ground, and many places were marked with red dots. If you count them, you will know that there are a total of [-] marks.

"Ma'am, have you found anything?"

The little old man who always likes to sell mystery flew out, his body hit the ground heavily, and the hurt little old man held his chest and yelled.

"Don't forget that you asked for me, the price of fooling around here, can you bear it?"

No one expected Mrs. Chunfeng's sudden move.

Lu Yun stood on the side and watched, her eyes turned between the two of them, stroking the beads on her wrist, her heart was like still water.

"Ma'am, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The little old man bared his teeth with a much more humble tone. He stood up, took a pen and quickly connected the marks.

"Ma'am, these hundred and eight rivers are all related, this is a formation."

"Spirit lock array."

It is not uncommon to lock the spirit array, many sects will do it, after the array is completed, the spiritual energy in this world will be locked and cannot be leaked out.

Lu Yun didn't know much about matchups.

Looking at the map, she always felt something was wrong.

"This formation is reversed!"

The astonished voice came from Fu Xiu. He strode over with a strange tone: "The spirit lock array locks the spiritual energy. After the reverse, it is to disperse the spiritual energy."

At this moment, the origin of Shuiyun Jian appeared in many people's minds.

Shuiyunjian is a bit special, although it is on Dongzhou, it does not belong to any sect.

According to legend, many years ago, this place was still a plain. Some people came here and found that the place is full of aura.

No man's land, where the man stays and starts building.

At first it was a village, then it was a town, and finally it reached the current scale of Shuiyunjian.

Those rivers are also traces left at that time.

Since the establishment of Shuiyunjian, the richness of aura is comparable to the inner mountains of some small sects. In addition, it is free and loose enough here, so many people are willing to come here.

The ones that gather the most are casual cultivators.

And these casual cultivators have established some forces in the water and clouds, such as the Yunxiang Building, or the Golden Knife Hall of the Hall Master Feng.

These forces, large and small, do not come out of Shuiyunjian, but only compete internally. The struggle has never stopped, but they also maintain the balance shown in Shuiyunjian.

Even today, there are still many casual cultivators who come here admiringly.

But there is a problem that no one seems to have paid attention to.

Even if it is as powerful as the Tibetan Sword Sect, it is built on the spiritual veins, and the spiritual energy in the spiritual veins is being consumed day by day.

Compared with the initial establishment of the Tibetan Sword Sect, the spiritual energy of the current Tibetan Sword Sect is much thinner.

This loss is irreversible.

But Shuiyunjian doesn't seem to have this trouble. Year after year, the aura is sufficient to make people stop.

Could it be that all of this is because of the reversed spirit lock array.

"Yes, reverse the spirit-locking array to disperse the aura under the ground, and in order to avoid dispersing too much at once, I set up this hundred and eight rivers as the eyes of the formation to slowly map it."

(End of this chapter)