Bamboo Slip Formation

These days, if you want to grab attention on social media, the title has to be sensational and the presentation has to be impressive.

This message satisfied both of the above points, and Lü Tianyou clicked on it out of curiosity.

Then he saw several pictures in a row.

The picture shows a logistics company transporting cars. There are nine trucks used for this purpose, with about five cars of various models on each truck. The picture is very clear, and you can see that all of these cars are luxury vehicles.

But what was most eye-catching was not the thirty-odd cars, but three of the trucks: a stylish hand-held tractor, a small excavator, and a sturdy bulldozer.

These three vehicles stood out starkly from the rest of the transport convoy, a truly jarring sight.

The post on WeChat Moments also briefly mentioned that all these luxury cars were purchased in one go by a mysterious individual from the Jiangnan Region. These included a hand tractor, an excavator, and a bulldozer...

Lü Tianyou was stunned for a moment, then immediately remembered Song Shuhang's hand tractor and the dozens of Song Shuhang's 'vehicle registration certificates' that had been there when the tractor overturned.

"So they've already secured investment," Lü Tianyou sighed inwardly.

I suspect... whether it's a hand-held tractor or various models of luxury cars, they were probably just experimental products given to Song Shuhang and his friends by the investors when they were developing technology.

Indeed, Knowledge Is Power, and technology is wealth.

Lü Tianyou secretly turned off his phone. It was best not to let his father know about this, otherwise Old Lü might get upset again and hide in his room to brood.

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Downstairs from Song Shuhang's house, there is a small bamboo grove, which Dad Song brought down from the mountain as common water bamboo. Years ago, on a whim, Dad Song would come over every day to prune and tend to it.

But after the initial excitement wore off, they were left to fend for themselves. Fortunately, these water bamboos are very resilient and can thrive even without care.

"Which one should we choose?" Song Shuhang asked, eager to see how Soft Feather would transform these ordinary bamboos into a 'defense formation'.

"Let me look." Soft Feather closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the color of her pupils had turned into a bright, diamond-like structure.

Is this magic? Or Soft Feather's 'Eye Aperture Talent'? Or the power of those two 'invisible lenses' in her eyes?

After observing for a while, Soft Feather pointed to one of the thriving bamboo stalks and said, "Let's choose this one. This bamboo contains the strongest wood-elemental power!"

Song Shuhang nodded, picked up his Overlord Shatter Saber, and gently chopped the bamboo in half.

"What's the next step?" Song Shuhang asked.

Soft Feather said, "Senior, give me your sword."

Song Shuhang handed over the Overlord Shatter Saber —the Moon Saber Sect's most prized sword, which had been used by Song Shuhang since it came with him, chopping onions and cutting bamboo, thus experiencing the life of a kitchen knife.

Soft Feather took the Overlord Shatter Saber and wielded it with lightning speed.

With a few swift, quick movements, the blade flashed. Soon, the bamboo was stripped of its branches and cut into sections, the size of which resembled ancient bamboo slips.

Then, Soft Feather's pupils changed again, and she picked out twenty bamboo strips from among the many bamboo slips.

"Alright, these twenty should be enough for us." Soft Feather said with satisfaction, "Let's go back to our room and set up the formation."

Song Shuhang took a broom and swept the remaining bamboo scraps from the ground into a corner.

Back in her room, Soft Feather took out the Demon Beast-Hair Brush and a special ink mixed with medicinal herbs, and began writing runes on the bamboo strips.

"By the way, do you need me to step aside for a moment?" Song Shuhang asked.

In the Cultivation World, both techniques and Daoist arts are highly confidential. Stealing techniques or Daoist arts is a major taboo.

"No need, senior. This defensive formation is something I modified from a very ordinary defensive formation; it's nothing advanced. There's no need to avoid suspicion," Soft Feather replied.

Upon hearing this, Song Shuhang shamelessly stayed by her side and watched her inscribe runes—he wasn't trying to steal her skills, he was just very curious and wanted to know how defensive formations were made!

As Soft Feather wrote the runes, Song Shuhang could see a faint light shimmering at the tip of her brush with each stroke. She was circulating her true energy, blending it with special ink to write the runes. With each character she wrote, the brush tip was like a knife, directly carving the character onto the bamboo slip, and the special ink also seeped into the bamboo.

The principle behind this should be the same as when he uses his "Palm Thunder" technique, drawing a "Thunder Talisman" on his palm with his Blood Qi and qi. The special ink can carry the power of true qi, merging with the wood-attribute energy in the bamboo strips to form a defensive array.

After all, defensive formations are different from 'Palm Thunder'; they require 'endurance' power and also need to prevent the true energy in the 'runes' from dissipating too quickly over time.

There were more than two hundred runes in total, which made up a short article. The twenty bamboo strips were filled with writing, forming a bamboo scroll.

"Done!" Soft Feather blew a satisfied breath onto the bamboo slip.

Each ink mark on it shimmers with fluorescence, it's incredibly beautiful, it looks like a work of art.

"Is it done?" Song Shuhang asked, still thoroughly enjoying the show.

"Yes, just activate it last. However, senior, the power on the bamboo slip can only maintain the formation for about two days. During these two days, you need to find a way to move Venerable White to another location," Soft Feather replied.

Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief, "Two days is enough. By then, Venerable White will have finished his seclusion."

--As long as Senior White doesn't suddenly feel, "Oh, the weather's so nice today, it feels perfect for seclusion," and then suddenly decide to go into seclusion for a year... then there'll be no problem!

"Then I'll activate it!" Yu Rou raised two index fingers to her chest, silently recited an incantation, and softly shouted, "Bamboo Slip Formation, activate!"

With her soft shout, the bamboo slips spread out on the table were drawn by a force and floated to Soft Feather's front, arranging themselves one by one. Light connected each bamboo strip, making it quite beautiful.

"Go!" Soft Feather pointed at the Venerable White lying on the bed.

The bamboo slips unfurled, forming a circle that enveloped Venerable White within them.

"Alright, in this way, even if Senior White unintentionally reveals a little bit of 'Real Illusion,' it won't affect the people outside the Bamboo Slip Formation," Soft Feather clapped her hands and said.

Song Shuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Soft Feather, you've been a great help this time."

"Hehe, senior, you don't need to be so polite." Soft Feather smiled and squinted her eyes.

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Time flies, and soon it was noon.

The lunch today was exceptionally lavish, much more so than when Old Lü came to visit yesterday.

"Shuhang, bring Soft Feather out for dinner quickly," Mom Song called out.

After Song Shuhang brought Soft Feather out, the family took their seats.

"Huh? Your friend hasn't gotten up yet?" Mom Song frowned slightly and asked.

"He's up, but he's still a little groggy from just waking up. He needs to rest a bit. He'll come out for dinner after he's washed up!" Song Shuhang said with a smile.

Mom Song nodded, then focused her attention on Soft Feather... After all, compared to Song Bai, Soft Feather was more worthy of Mom Song's attention.

After the meal was served, Song Shuhang quickly shoveled the food into his mouth, his posture resembling that of a starving man who hadn't eaten for days!

He finished his meal in no more than thirty seconds.

"Mom, I've eaten. I'm going to call my friend to come out for dinner," Song Shuhang called out.

"Why are you eating so fast?" Mom Song glared—eating so quickly, leaving the young girl alone at the table, what kind of behavior was that?

Fortunately, Soft Feather had chatted with Mom Song for a long time that morning, so she wasn't too embarrassed after Song Shuhang left.

Song Shuhang rushed back to his room.

A moment later.

The composed Venerable White emerged from the room.

With his long, flowing hair and handsome features, he looked like a celestial being straight out of a painting, though his face seemed to carry a faint trace of weariness.

"Uncle, Auntie, I'm sorry I just woke up. I've been bothering you these past few days." The man named Song Bai came into the dining room and said with an apologetic smile.

Dad Song laughed and said, "It's alright, it's no trouble at all. Since he's Shuhang's friend, just make yourself at home."

Mom Song immediately got up and served 'Song Bai' a bowl of rice. "Don't be shy, where's that kid Song Shuhang?"

"Thank you, Auntie Shuhang just went back to his room and had something to do. Hehehe." Song Bai took the rice bowl and smiled—but the smile was a little dry.

Soft Feather, standing to the side, lowered her head, looking like she wanted to laugh but was desperately trying to hold it back.

I finally finished eating.

Zhao Yaya helped Mom Song go into the kitchen to clear the dishes, while Song Bai and Soft Feather returned to Song Shuhang's Room.

Once back in her room, Soft Feather lay down on the edge of the bed and burst into laughter.

On the bed, Venerable White was still happily in seclusion.

Behind him, 'Song Bai' removed a brooch-like object from his chest, and the illusion around him dissipated, revealing the appearance of Song Shuhang.

After laughing for a while, Soft Feather looked up and mimicked Song Shuhang's posture and tone when he took the rice bowl. "Thank you, Auntie! Shuhang just went back to his room because he had something to do. Hehehehe... Senior Song, how does it feel to call your mother 'Auntie' to her face?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

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At this very moment, on the other side, inside the luxury cabin of a high-speed train.

Gao Moumou lay on the seat looking completely dazed, while his petite girlfriend Mei Yi, nestled in his arms, already fast asleep.

"Why are you here!" Gao Moumou low voice.

Beside him were a mixed-race couple.

Gao Moumou's most unwillingly acknowledged childhood sweetheart is Zhuge Yue.

And his closest friend whom he most wanted to sever ties with— Zhuge Zhongyang.

"Hehehe, you think you can escape my grasp just by changing your phone number? How naive, Gao Moumou!" Zhuge Yue laughed smugly.

Zhuge Zhongyang said, "Come on, Gao Moumou. I've already prepared plane tickets for you and your classmate to go to the Eastern Sea!"

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