"Disciple Lu Yun, the master ordered me to come and deliver the letter."

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

There seemed to be a lot of rivals in his master's love, and Lu Yun was silent for him.

"Get up, little one."

"He also knows that he still has a little conscience when he sends me a letter."

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

"Little one, follow me these days."

"As for you ......"

Her eyes swept over the rest of the people who were watching the excitement, and Mrs. Chunfeng had a strong smile on her face, but her tone was not good.

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

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

Odd!

The idea popped into the minds of quite a few people.

"Yo, ma'am, what secrets we can't hear."

A hearty laugh appeared, it was a middle-aged man, with white and tender skin, slightly fat, looking like a Maitreya Buddha.

However, when he looked at Mrs. Chunfeng, there was always a hint of lust and coveting in his eyes.

But that degree is just right, letting people know that he has thoughts about Mrs. Chunfeng, but he will not be too offended.

"Wind Hall Master, you say it's a secret, is it still a secret if you tell it widely?"

Mrs. Chunfeng, who covered her mouth and smiled, the swaying style made people's eyes linger, but everyone could see the cold color in Mrs. Niang's eyes.

"Of course, you can make a deal with him yourself, and I won't be able to tell you the secret."

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

Pointing at the little old man, Mrs. Chunfeng had a mocking smile on her face, and her eyes that glanced up and down could make a man irritable.

In the face of these thorny words, the Wind Hall Master's face remained unchanged.

"It's true, it's my Meng Lang's."

"Since the other party is willing to cooperate with you, Mrs., I will not be difficult."

"Farewell."

After saying this, he left without any delay, and he thought he was so broad-minded with his free and easy pace.

Lu Yun clearly saw that the other party's face changed after turning around, and the cold killing intent was mixed with the pain of love.

Beauty is affectionate and ruthless.

With this Wind Hall Master taking the lead, the rest of the people could only walk out of Yunxiang Tower, no matter how reluctant they were.

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 dead face.

"Madam, Lu Yun and I are good friends, just let me stay here."

Fu Xiu rubbed over and smiled flatteringly at his wife.

"Hehe, yes."

Mrs. Chunfeng, who pursed her lips, looked at Fu Xiu's unfathomable eyes, and her eyes as if she had seen through them made people avoid them.

Fu Xiu's expression was unnatural.

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

Madame didn't care, she walked up to the little old man again and spoke, in a tone that the secret existence could not please her.

"Madame, do you know how many rivers and lakes there are in total?"

The little old man smiled pleasantly, and that meaning was something.

This question made Mrs. Chunfeng frown.

In addition to the long river that splits between the water and clouds, there are countless lakes of all sizes.

She knew, but never looked closely.

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

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

"Yes, one hundred and eight, then you know that this one hundred and eight rivers are not formed at random."

"Madam, have you carefully observed this hundred and eight rivers in the sky above the water and clouds?"

The answer, of course, is no.

"What do you want to say?"

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

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

As if sensing that the two little guys were "no", Mrs. Chunfeng reined in her momentum and looked at the little old man coldly.

That's saying, no matter how much you dare to talk nonsense, just do it.

Xu was threatened, the little old man shrank his head, and the smugness on his face was gone.

He took out a drawing, which was a map of the water and clouds.

The oversized map was spread out on the ground, marked with red dots in many places, and counting would give you a total of one hundred and eight markers.

"Ma'am, have you found anything?"

The little old man who always likes to sell mysteries flew out, his body slammed on the ground, and the little old man in pain covered his chest and shouted.

"Don't forget that you have asked me to fool the price here, can you bear it?"

Mrs. Chunfeng's sudden attack was not expected by anyone.

Lu Yun stood on the side and watched, her gaze rotated between the two, stroking the beads on her wrists, her heart was like water.

"Madame, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The little old man with bared teeth spoke in a much more humble tone, and he stood up and took a pen to quickly connect the markers.

"Madam, these hundred and eight rivers are all related, this is a formation."

"Locking Spirit Array."

It is not uncommon to lock the spirit array, many sects will, after the formation is formed, the aura in this heaven and earth will be locked and cannot be leaked.

Lu Yun doesn't know much about the formation.

She looked at the map and felt that something was wrong.

"This formation is reversed!"

The surprised voice came from Fu Xiu, who strode over with a strange tone: "The Locking Spirit Array locks the aura, and after reversing, it is to disperse the aura." ”

At this moment, many people's minds have the origin of the water and clouds.

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

Legend has it that many years ago, this was still a plain, and some people came here and found it full of aura.

Borderlands, the man stayed here and started building.

First it was a village, then a town, and finally it was the water cloud of its current size.

Those rivers are also traces left at that time.

Since the establishment of the Water Cloud Room, the intensity of the aura is comparable to that of some small sects, and many people are willing to come here.

The most gathered is still casual practice.

And these scattered cultivators have established some forces in the water and clouds, such as this Cloud Reflection Building, or the Golden Sword Hall of the Wind Hall Master.

These large and small forces do not come out of the water and clouds, only compete internally, and the struggle has never stopped, but they also peculiarly maintain the balance shown by the water and clouds.

To this day, there are still many casual cultivators who come here.

But there's one problem that no one seems to have paid attention to.

Even if it is as strong as the Hidden Sword Sect, built on the spiritual vein, the spiritual energy in the spiritual vein is being consumed day by day.

Compared with the original establishment of the Tibetan Sword Sect, the aura of the Tibetan Sword Sect is much thinner today.

This kind of loss is irreversible.

But the water and clouds don't seem to have this trouble, year after year, the aura is sufficient, which makes people stop.

Could it be that all of this is because of this reverse Locking Spirit Array.

"Yes, reverse lock the spirit array, disperse the spiritual energy underground, and in order to avoid spreading too much at one time, this hundred and eight rivers are set up as the eye of the array."

(End of chapter)