Chapter 300 The pattern is opened!

Lin Du took down Han Yue Ling and ignored its mumbling complaints through the spiritual contract. He turned around and went out the door. While he was still on the stairs, he saw Hou Cang with a cold face that looked like he was about to draw his sword to kill someone.

Even though you clearly did nothing wrong, every mosquito passing by will owe him eight million.

"Let's go, brother."

Hou Cang stood up stiffly to pay the bill. Because of Lin Du's identity, he had no way to teach her a lesson. Finally, he managed to say, "I will tell Senior Sister everything exactly as I go back."

I couldn't beat him or scold him, so I decisively chose the ultimate move of suing his parents.

"Okay, Senior Brother, go ahead and tell me. Let's go have a midnight snack first, or my rabbit will rebel." After Lin Du finished perfunctorily, Cang wanted to perfunctorily tell the rabbit that had just been used to block surveillance and eavesdropping, "You can eat as much as you want on the street."

Hou Cang really wanted to leave, but his master asked him to bring his junior sister home intact, so he had no choice but to follow Lin Du and eat the entire night market.

Other things are fine, but why would a good family eat even roasted rabbit meat?

Hou Cang despaired of this abnormal world.

Chu Guanmeng finished eating all the food and then sat limply on Lin Du's shoulder to digest his food.

"Are you full? You've almost eaten up the entire street. I have to thank you for exchanging some low-grade spirit stones. Otherwise, you can only spend high-grade spirit stones directly. These small vendors can't give you change."

"This is my reward." Chu Guanmeng said confidently, "Do you know how much energy 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 home is bare."

Hou Cang was speechless after hearing the conversation between the man and the rabbit. Yes, they were poor. They were so poor that they could only spend high-quality spirit stones and spirit crystals. They didn't even have low-quality spirit stones.

Anyway, Hou Cang didn't believe it, but Chu Guanmeng did.

Feng Chao did not say anything about Hou Cang's complaint. After the people left, he asked Lin Du, "What clues did you find in the brothel?"

"A little, not much."

Lin Du slumped on the stool, "I want to do something big."

"Will the world stop changing without the demons?"

Lin Du sincerely asked.

Feng Chao thought about this question seriously. "Someone has tried it before, but the sealing time is limited. Moreover, if there are fewer evil spirits, they will shift their targets to spiritual practitioners, which will cause frequent disasters on the border of Zhongzhou."

Lin Du frowned, "What if I seal off the demon world?"

"You have a lot of ideas." Feng Chao had a lot of words to say, but in the end he could only say this: "But it's not very feasible."

Lin Du stood up and pulled out the map of Zhongdong Mingjie in Fengchao's study. He 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 neither spiritual energy nor demonic energy, and it is dry and water-scarce, with many canyons and wastelands. It is called the desert.

"With your current strength, it is not enough."

Lin Du smiled, "Indeed, I didn't say to rely on myself."

She looked at Feng Chao, "Even if we can only block a part of it and let the evil demons fight among themselves, it will still be enough."

Feng Chao did not follow the little sister's thinking, "But the formation you have now can only block a canyon at most, and your master will never do this."

For thousands of years, people have thought about it, but the cost is too great and the gains do not outweigh the losses.

"Sister, you forgot that in eighteen years, the once-a-century Formation Master Competition will begin, and before and after that there will also be the Equipment Master Competition and the Mechanism Master Competition."

Feng Chao still didn't understand, "What does this have to do with your thoughts?"

"It matters a lot. In previous years, the formation competitions that were formed during the formation master competitions were nothing more than internal friction within Zhongzhou. But now that the demonic tide is about to begin, why don't we expand the scope of the competition?"

Lin Du pointed out the deserted wilderness and said, "What if all these competitions were held here? And what if the purpose of each competition was to stop and consume the evil spirits?"

"The power of one person is so insignificant, but every time there are tens of thousands of monks participating in the competition, they are all elites in this field. As long as every monk contributes a little, then a little bit of effort can form a great wall to isolate the evil spirits. Why not?"

A long line was drawn on the huge map array, shining with golden light. Lin Du stood in front of it, her whole body covered with brocade and golden light. She turned her head to look at Feng Chao behind the desk, and touched the defense line with one hand, as if giving it a real skeleton. The golden light turned into concrete tower defenses.

"This is the true value and meaning of the competition. I want this competition to not waste a single penny of formation stones and materials."

"I'm sure the leaders of these alliances will accept this proposal, Senior Sister, what do you think?"

Feng Chao stared at the junior sister in front of him, his eyes sharp, "You told me all this specifically because you want me to write a letter to the leaders, and I will be the one to do it, so that it will have enough weight?"

Lin Du chuckled, "Sister, you are the headmaster! You are the headmaster of the first sect in Zhongzhou! The laws of Zhongzhou are also set by our sect, so it is most appropriate for you to speak up."

"Now, the situation has been opened up!"

Feng Chao finally couldn't help but laugh, "I know, I know, I'll write it down."

Lin Du smiled even more happily, "Master Sister is still the best! Then I'm leaving!"

"Stop!" Feng Chao called out to Lin Du, "You've thought it through. Of course you should write it yourself and then stamp it with my seal."

Lin Du's foot froze on the doorstep as he was about to step out happily. He turned back in despair, "Huh?"

Feng Chao pointed to the small table next to him and said, "Go."

Lin Du retracted his foot and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find someone to help me with the ink."

So in the middle of the night, Yan Qing rushed over from his cave with a sleepy face, "Little Master, what are you writing this time? Was the effect very good last time? The Demon Lord will be furious if he sees it. He must find that person and cut him into pieces."

Lin Du smiled, "Yes, it's well written, so I wrote another one, but this one is for the leader of your weaponsmith association."

"Oh, huh?" Yan Qing's eyes widened. "Who am I to write a letter to the leader of the Weapon Masters' Association?"

“You’re a ghostwriter.”

"Oh," Yan Qing sat down, "Hmm? Whose pen is it? Is this suitable?"

"Master." Lin Du smiled and handed over the pen. "Suppose you are the master of the Supreme Sect, you should write a letter to the leader of the Weapon Master Alliance, and persuade him that now that the demonic tide is coming, it is suggested that the location of the weapon master competition be set in the desert, and the competition be set to prevent and kill the evil demons from invading the spiritual land. This will not only test the ability of the weapon master, but also ensure that the materials of the work are not wasted, and all of them are used to protect the monks and the homeland."

"Please start your answer."

Yan Qing rubbed his face, made sure he heard correctly, and stood up, "Wait a minute, Junior Master, let me warm up and clear my mind so I can write in the best condition."

Lin Du was satisfied, lowered his head and began to write.

If you can't lead a team, you'll have to work yourself to death.

The pattern is opened!