In a bamboo forest, there is a lake as flat as a mirror. The reflection of the lake is surrounded by straight bamboo, filled with light bamboo fragrance.


    A courtyard built of bamboo by the lake is neat and chic. There are all kinds of rare plants in the courtyard. The aroma is diffuse. It seems that they gain from each other. There is a light white aura on the courtyard.


    At this time, a man with a veil was waiting in the yard.


    The bamboo house is a little bad, but the sound insulation is too poor.


    Bamboo is a gentleman, green, straight, clean and elegant. It must be a simple, elegant and quiet person to build a courtyard with bamboo in a quiet and pleasant place. Naturally, there is no need for sound insulation.


    But at this time, there was a loud sound of clouds and rain from the bamboo house. There was no restraint. Only by listening to the man outside the house, he could not be affected.


    Until the afternoon, the sound in the house gradually stopped, and didn''t stop until sunset.


    After a while, the door finally opened.


    A tall man was curling his head with a long towel contaminated with unknown herbs. Strands of long hair were cut down, as if jealous of his smooth skin and beautiful facial features. The robe on the body is casually draped, revealing strong and smooth shoulders, and the symmetrical body seems to be wearing clothes, which is a kind of blasphemy.


    One side of his long hair was braided into a row of thin braids, showing an exotic style. He opened the door and walked out. He sat boldly on the bamboo floor. His slender legs didn''t care whether he walked or not. He took advantage of the situation to set up a pair of legs. His eyes seemed careless, but he had wandered back and forth on the masked man for several times.


    The masked man opened his mouth and was ready to speak. Suddenly, a very crisp bell was approaching. A beautiful woman with curled hair and white skin appeared from behind the door. Her clothes were also very casual, her robe was shallow, her exquisite figure, coupled with her beautiful white legs, made the masked people lose consciousness.


    The masked man stared at the beautiful woman. He didn''t return until he matched her big eyes, and quickly lowered his head.


    The beauty is calm and calm. She seems to be used to looking at her eyes so wantonly.


    She came to the man''s side. Her weak and boneless body lay on the man, holding up a few strings of white finely carved small bells and tying them to the end of the thin braided hair for the man. It turned out that the extremely smart bell just came was sounded by these strings of bells.


    After being tied, the beauty stroked the man''s face with her small hand like a white bamboo shoot without saying a word, and withdrew silently.


    "Is she beautiful?"


    The masked man bowed his head for a long time and was suddenly awakened by the man''s words.


    After a little stunned, the masked man understood that if he lied in front of the man, even if he was wearing a scarf, he would be easily seen through. He could only honestly say, "beauty."


    Of course it''s beautiful... Just now, the "bamboo Fairy" Zou Shi, who ranked second in the Jianghu peerless list... How can he not be beautiful.


    But who knows, this beautiful woman who is known as the most talented woman in the Jianghu, full of talent and gives people a great sense of distance... Is one of the man''s many lovers. Just hearing the sound in the house just now, I can''t equate it with the beautiful woman who looks gentle now.


    Masked people don''t know Zou Shi, but this bamboo yard is where Zou Shi lives alone. We can judge him by this. It''s better to meet than to be famous. Teacher Zou''s appearance is very elegant. It''s difficult to judge with words. He''s unforgettable at first sight and lives up to the second place in the Jianghu stunning list.


    Seeing that the man didn''t speak for a long time, the masked man wanted to get to the point, but he couldn''t help but wonder at the bottom of his heart and asked, "Lord Menghun... Don''t you think Miss Zou is not beautiful?"


    "Ha ha." the dream soul smiled quietly, not sad or happy, but in a very objective language, "the most beautiful... Has never been obtained."


    The masked man is a little embarrassed when he hears the speech... He is embarrassed for master Zou in the house. The sound insulation of the bamboo house is so poor that Mr. Zou can''t hear it.


    But soon he forced himself to give up this common sense idea, and it didn''t apply to any common sense to treat the dream soul. As long as he wanted, he could make master Zou obey him without complaint and regret for a lifetime... Or, he could make anyone do what he wanted. The difference is that it takes more and less effort.


    For example, the emperors of several dynasties in the Central Plains failed to make all the nationalities in the southern wasteland bow down and become ministers. It took him only more than ten years to do it without anyone knowing it. The king of Nanman is now one of his many identities.


    "What''s the matter with you? My younger martial brother is in trouble again? It''s agreed that our Lord Nanhuang is constrained. He strangles the throat of the Central Plains and cooperates with the outside... Now I''m the king of Nanman and the elite of Nanhuang. Even if Li Kangshun gathers elite troops to encircle and suppress, he can only ask for trouble. He hasn''t even been able to eat the king of six diligence? Haven''t I agreed with him to use Bohu Mingchen?" The dream soul complains generally. While talking, he completes the action of wrapping his head with a long towel, and feels the feeling that the herbs on the long towel slowly penetrate into the skin to moisturize and vitality.


    "Neither, nor..." the masked man, as the subordinate of the younger martial brother complained by the dream soul, listened to the achievement with too big gap, and could only defend the boss''s last fig leaf with a guilty conscience, "In other words, Lord Menghun, you only agree that we can use Bo Hu''s intelligence resources and strictly order that we can''t borrow their other help. It doesn''t have much substantive help... King Liuqin is hard to deal with."


    "Mingchen, they are masters who eat people and don''t spit bones. Younger martial brother has too much contact with them. I''m afraid he''ll be foolish to count money for them if he is sold." Menghun''s tone suddenly became firm and resolute. There can''t be any concession on this matter, "Our purpose is too consistent with theirs, and the throne is the only one... We all know that at present, it is only a relationship of mutual use, and I''m afraid it will become a mountain that can''t tolerate two tigers in the end. If we meet them too deeply, we will be calculated in advance, and we can''t guard against it... You can''t go back and let him use his brain more. We''d rather ask me."


    "Please follow the lesson of the dream soul... So the adult asked his subordinates to ask something." the masked man finally failed to save his adult''s face and asked for help.


    In fact, it''s more than asking something. Most of what his boss has done now is obtained from asking for advice from the dream soul. There is a deep dream soul style in his veins. Today, he planned and arranged a vision, which was not perfect, so he ordered him to ask for advice.


    "Come on, I''ve heard some jokes. I can judge whether there was a trick of finding a woman pretending to be Shen Badao''s granddaughter who didn''t die and lost her memory last time, mixing with Tianlong mountain sect to get close to Shen Badao and the sect leader, and then being angry and killing a force that was not easy to control. It''s funny..."


    Menghun suddenly told the embarrassing story of his boss, which made the masked people blush. Although his boss is also good at emotional planning, compared with the dream soul, he really has his own type and flows on the surface.


    "When it comes to this, my subordinates dare to ask for advice for my adults. How do you want to master Tianlong Sabre?" the masked man asked curiously.


    "Control Tianlong mountain sect?" Menghun smiled brightly, sat up straight, and the silver bell on the tip of his hair sounded crisp, as if it was the perfect harmony of his laughter. "Fantasy. If Tianlong mountain sect could easily control, the world would be ours."


    "Even Lord Menghun can''t do it?" the masked man said.


    "It''s not that you can''t do it... But the time and energy spent are too long and the cost performance is poor. Shen Badao''s three generations are all strong and hard to bend their aspirations. The most efficient way to use them is to kill people with a knife. If you want to control Tianlong mountain sect, you need to corrupt the minds and wisdom of the next two generations and wait for the plane. The stronger the opponent is, the more careful he acts, and the more time he arranges Long... Tianlong mountain sect, it is absolutely not necessary that Shaolin Wudang Emei has a poor background. "


    "What should my adult do..."


    "What we want now is that the king of Liuqin is generally used by us. For example, the Tianlongshan sect and the Shangqing temple can''t move their minds, so we just need to marginalize them. Then we can find some external and internal contradictions for them to consume. We don''t have time to look around. There''s no need to control them. Although I''m good at using intelligence, it''s just a means to achieve our goal. There''s a better way to achieve our goal , why should we use emotion in order to use emotion? Tell him, can we use more brains? What we should pay attention to is appropriateness and efficiency, not only one. "Menghun sighed.