Lin Du picked off Han Yueling, ignored its chirping complaints through the spirit contract, and turned around to go out and go downstairs. While still on the stairs, he saw Hou Cang's cold face as if he was about to draw a knife to kill.
Although you obviously did nothing wrong, every mosquito passing by will owe him eight million.
"Let's go, brother."
Hou Cang stiffly stood up to pay the bill. Because of Lin Du's identity, he had no way to teach her a lesson. He finally suppressed his words, "I will tell senior sister exactly what she said when I get back."
I couldn't beat or scold him, so I decided to take the ultimate step of suing my parents.
"Yeah, okay, senior brother, please tell me. Before we talk, let's go have a late-night snack, otherwise my rabbit will rebel." After Lin Du finished perfunctory, Cang had to deal with the rabbit who had just been used to block surveillance and eavesdropping, " You can eat whatever you want on the street.”
Hou Cang wanted to leave, but his master asked him to take his junior sister home intact, so he could only follow Lin Du and finish the entire night market.
Forget about everything else, what kind of rabbit from a good family even eats roasted rabbit meat?
Hou Cang despaired of this abnormal world.
Chu Guanmeng finished eating all kinds of food, and then sat down on Lin Du's shoulder to eat.
"Are you full? You've almost eaten all the food on the street. I have to exchange some low-grade spiritual stones. Otherwise, I have to spend the high-grade spiritual stones directly. These small vendors can't find them."
"This is the reward." Chu Guanmeng said confidently, "Do you know how much power it takes to create an illusion?"
Lin Du nodded, "I know, I know."
Chu Guanmeng suddenly thought of something, "Aren't you very poor?"
Lin Du nodded, "I am very poor. As you said, my family has only four walls."
Hou Cang was speechless when he heard the conversation between a man and a rabbit. Yes, he was poor. He was so poor that he could only spend high-grade spiritual stones and spiritual crystals, not even low-grade spiritual stones.
Anyway, Hou Cang didn't believe it, but Chu Guanmeng did.
Feng Chao didn't say anything about Hou Cang's complaint. After everyone left, he asked Lin Du, "What clues did you find in Hualou?"
"A little, not much."
Lin Du slumped on the stool, "I want to do something big."
"Wouldn't this world change without the demons and the way of heaven?"
Lin Du sincerely asked.
Feng Chao thought about this problem seriously, "Some people have tried it before, but the sealing time is limited, and if there are fewer evil spirits, they will shift their targets to spiritual cultivators, which has caused frequent disasters on the Zhongzhou border."
Lin Du frowned, "What if I seal the demon world?"
"You have a lot of ideas." Feng Chao had a thousand words condensed on his lips, and finally he could only say this sentence, "But it's not very practical."
Lin Du stood up, pulled out the map of the Ming Realm of Zhongdong in Feng Chao's study, highlighted the territory of the Demon Realm, and looked at it carefully, "It's not impossible."
Because spiritual energy and demonic energy will consume each other, there will be a long "vacuum zone" between the demon world and the spiritual realm. There is no spiritual energy and no demonic energy. It is dry and has little water, with many canyons and wasteland. It is called desert sand. wild.
"With your current strength, it's not enough."
Lin Du smiled, "Indeed, I didn't say rely on myself."
She looked at Feng Chao, "Even if you only need to block part of it and let the evil spirit consume some of it, it's still enough."
Feng Chao did not keep up with the younger junior sister's thinking, "But with your current formation skills, you can only block a canyon at most, and your master will not do this."
For thousands of years, no one has thought about it, but it costs too much and the gain outweighs the loss.
"Senior Sister, I forgot that in eighteen years, the century-old Formation Master Competition will begin. Before and after this, there will be the Weapon Refiner Competition and the Mechanism Competition."
Feng Chao still didn't understand, "What does this have to do with your thoughts."
"The relationship is huge. The formation competitions resulting from the formation master competitions in previous years were just internal conflicts in Zhongzhou. But now that the demonic tide is about to begin, why don't we enlarge the pattern?"
Lin Du pointed out the deserted wilderness, "What if these competitions are set up here? And the topic of each competition is also set to block and consume evil spirits?"
"The power of one person is so small, but there are thousands of monks participating in each competition, and they are all elites in this field. As long as every monk contributes, the sand will form a tower, and a competition can form a What’s wrong with a great wall to isolate evil spirits?”
A long line was drawn out on the huge map array, glowing with golden light. Lin Du stood in front of it, covered in brocade and gold. She turned to look at Feng Chao behind the desk, and touched the line of defense with one hand. As if giving a real skeleton to the defense line, the golden light turned into pieces of concrete tower defense.
"This is the true value and significance of the game. I want this game to never waste a single cent of formation stones and materials."
"Presumably the leaders of these alliances will definitely accept this proposal. Senior sister, what do you think?"
Feng Chao fixedly looked at the junior sister in front of him, his eyes sharp, "You told me this specifically because you want me to write a letter to all the alliance leaders, so that I can come forward and it will be of sufficient weight?"
Lin Du chuckled, "Senior sister, you are the leader! You are the leader of the first sect in Zhongzhou! Our sect takes the lead in setting the laws in Zhongzhou, so it is most appropriate for you to speak up."
"This time, the situation is opened up!"
Feng Chao finally couldn't help but laugh, "I know, I know, just write it now."
Lin Du smiled even more happily, "It's better for you, Senior Sister! Then I'm leaving!"
"Stop!" Feng Chao called to Lin Du, "You have thought about it all. Of course you will write it yourself and then stamp it with my seal."
Lin Du's foot that he happily stepped out froze on the threshold, and turned back in despair, "Huh?"
Feng Chao pointed to the small table next to him, "Go."
Lin Du took his foot back and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find a helper to polish the pen."
So in the middle of the night, Yan Qing rushed over from his cave with a sleepy face, "Little uncle, what are you writing this time? Wasn't the effect last time very good? Demon Lord saw it. I’m so angry that I must find that person and cut him into pieces.”
Lin Du smiled, "It's well written, so I'll write another one, but this one is for the leader of your Weapon Refining Masters Association."
"Oh, hmm?" Yan Qing's eyes widened, "What is my status and rank, writing a letter to the leader of the Weapon Refining Masters Association?"
"You're a ghostwriter."
"Oh," Yan Qing sat down, "Huh? Whose pen is it for? Is this appropriate?"
"Head." Lin Du smiled and handed over the pen, "Suppose you are the head of the Supreme Sect. You want to write a letter to the leader of the Weapon Refining Masters Association to persuade him. Now that the demonic tide is coming, propose The location of the weapon refiner competition is set in the wilderness of the desert, and the competition is set to include topics related to blocking and intercepting evil spirits from invading spiritual cultivation sites. This not only tests the weapon refiner's ability, but also prevents the work from wasting materials. All of it will be used to protect the monks and their homeland.”
"Please start your answer."
Yan Qing rubbed his face to make sure he heard correctly, then stood up and said, "Wait a minute, little uncle, let me warm up, wake up my brain, and write in my best condition."
Lin Du was satisfied, lowered his head and began to write.
If you don’t know how to lead a team, then you have to work until death.
The pattern is open!
