The Retirement of the Demon Lord

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

A courtyard built with bamboo by the lake is neat and unique. There are all kinds of rare plants planted in the courtyard, and the fragrance is permeating, as if they are mutually beneficial, and a layer of pale white spiritual energy pervades the courtyard.

At this moment, a man in a face towel was waiting in the courtyard.

Bamboo-built house is not good, that is, the sound insulation is too poor.

Bamboo is a gentleman, green and straight, pure and elegant, and generous. Building a courtyard with bamboo in a quiet and pleasant place must be a person who is elegant and quiet, and naturally does not need to be too soundproof.

But at this time, there was a loud sound of cloud and rain coming from the bamboo house, without the slightest restraint, and the person outside the house could only be unaffected by closing his eyes and resting.

Until the afternoon, the sound in the house gradually died down, and the sound of warm whispers and rubbing stopped only at sunset.

After a while, the door finally opened.

A tall slender man was curling his head with a long scarf stained with some herbal medicine, and his long hair was split and fell, as if jealous of his smooth skin and handsome facial features, swaying to cover his beauty. The robes are draped at random, revealing strong and smooth shoulders, and a well-proportioned body seems to be blasphemous when wearing clothes.

One side of his long hair is braided into a row of thin braids, showing an exotic style. He opened the door and walked out, sitting downright on the bamboo floor, his slender legs set up Erlang's legs regardless of whether he walked or not.

The masked man opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly a very clear ringtone approached, and a beautiful woman with hair curled up and her skin as white as snow appeared from behind the door. Her clothes are also very casual, her robe is lightly draped, her exquisite figure is matched with her beautiful legs that are not concealed by white flowers, which makes the masked man lose his mind.

The masked man glared at the beautiful woman, and after meeting the beautiful big eyes that had not subsided, did he regain his senses, and quickly lowered his head.

The beauty was calm and composed, and seemed accustomed to scrutinizing her own eyes so arrogantly.

She came to the man's side, her weak and boneless body lay on the man's body, holding up a few strings of white finely carved small bells in her hand, and tied it to the end of the man's thin braided hair. It turned out that the extremely agile bells just came, it was these bells ringing.

After the tie was finished, the beautiful woman lightly stroked the man's face with her small white bamboo shoots hands and retreated silently.

"Is she beautiful?"

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

After being stunned for a while, the masked man understood that if he lied in front of this man, he would be easily seen through even if he was wearing a mask, so he could only honestly say, "Beautiful."

Of course she is beautiful... just now that person was the "Bamboo Immortal" Master Zou who ranked second in the list of the most beautiful people in the world... How could he not be beautiful.

But who knows, this beautiful woman who learns Xiao for joy, also learns Xiao for martial arts, is proficient in poetry and poetry, is known as the number one talented woman in all corners of the world. one. Just hearing the voice in the house just now can't be equated with the beautiful woman who looks gentle now.

The masked man did not know Master Zou, but this bamboo forest courtyard was where Master Zou lived alone, so he could judge him. Famous is worse than meeting him. Zou Shizhi's face is so simple and elegant that it is difficult to judge with words.

Seeing that the man didn't speak for a long time, the masked man wanted to turn to the main topic, but he couldn't help the doubts in his heart, and asked, "Master Menghun... Don't you think Miss Zou is not beautiful?"

"Haha." Menghun smiled lightly, neither sad nor happy, but said in a very objective tone, "The most beautiful... is always something that has not yet been obtained."

The masked man was a little embarrassed when he heard the words... It was embarrassment for Master Zou in the house. The bamboo house is so badly soundproofed, how could Master Zou not be able to hear it.

But soon he forced himself to give up this common sense method. No common sense was applied to the dream soul. As long as he wanted to, he could make Master Zou obedient and obedient for the rest of his life... or in other words, he could make anyone do what he wanted. The only difference is that it takes more and less effort.

For example, the emperors of several dynasties in the Central Plains have not been able to make the various tribes in the southern wasteland bow their heads and become ministers. It only took him more than ten years to do it without knowing it. The King of Nanman is now one of his many identities.

"What's the matter with you coming to me? My junior brother is in trouble again? It's agreed that my lord Nanhuang is constrained, he will choke the Central Plains' throat, and the inside should cooperate with the outside... I am now the king of the southern barbarians, and the elites of the southern wasteland are cultivated, even if Li Kangshun gathers Even the elite soldiers can only ask for trouble. He can't even eat the mere King Liu Qin? Didn't I agree with him to use Bohu Mingchen?" Menghun complained, and finished using the long scarf as he spoke. The action of wrapping your head, you can feel the feeling of the herbs on the long towel slowly seeping into the skin and moisturizing.

"No, it doesn't count..." The masked man, as the subordinate of the younger brother Menghun complained about, could only defend the last fig leaf of the boss with a guilty conscience, "Speaking of which, Lord Menghun, you We only agree that we use Bo Hu and their intelligence resources, and we strictly order not to borrow their other assistance, which also doesn't provide much substantial help... King Liu Qin is not easy to deal with."

"Mingchen and the others are masters who can eat people and don't spit out bones. Junior and brother have dealt with them too deeply. I'm afraid they would be stupid to count the money for them." Menghun's tone suddenly became firm, and no concessions were allowed on this matter, "We and them The purpose is too consistent, and there is only one throne... Everyone understands that the relationship is only for each other's use, and in the end, I am afraid that it will become a situation where one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. The intersection with them is too deep, and the temperament of taking one look at ten will be calculated in advance. , I can't prevent it... You go back and let him use his brain more, it's really not good, and he'd rather beg me."

"Follow the lessons of the dream soul... So the lord asked his subordinates to come and ask something." The masked man finally failed to save his own adult's face and asked for help.

In fact, it's more than just asking something, most of what his boss has done now is obtained from asking the dream soul for advice, and the deep dream soul's behavior style is imprinted in the context. Today, it was the vision that was planned and arranged that could not be perfect, so he was ordered to seek advice.

"Let's talk, I've heard some jokes again. I can judge, this time, did I find a woman who pretended to be Shen Ba Dao's granddaughter last time, lost her memory and infiltrated the Tianlong Mountain Sect, failed to get close to Shen Ba Dao and the suzerain, and then was furious. The trick of slaughtering a force that was finally controlled is funny..."

Menghun suddenly said the embarrassing thing about his boss, which made the masked man blush. Although his eldest brother is also good at scheming, but compared with the dream soul, it is really mediocre and superficial.

"Speaking of this, my subordinates dare to ask for advice on behalf of my family. How can I control the Heavenly Dragon Sword Sect as a dreamer?" The masked man asked curiously.

"Control the Tianlong Mountain Sect?" Menghun smiled heartily, sat up straight, the silver bells on the ends of his hair rang crisply, as if it were the perfect harmony for his laughter, "It's whimsical. If the Tianlong Mountain Sect can easily control it, this The world is already ours."

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

"It's not that it can't be done... It's just that the time and energy it takes is too long, the price-performance ratio is bad, and it's not worth it. The three generations of Shen Ba's swords are sturdy, and it is difficult to bend their ambitions. The most efficient way to use them is to use them to kill people. To control the Tianlong Mountain Sect, it is necessary to corrupt the minds of the next two generations, and then wait for the plane. The stronger the opponent is, the more careful they must act, the longer the arrangement time will be... Tianlong Mountain Sect, there is no need for Shaolin Wudang Emei heritage. Difference."

"Then how should my family..."

"What we want now is that King Liuqin is generally used by us. Such as Tianlongshanzong, Shangqingguan, etc., it is difficult to move their hearts, and we only need to marginalize them. Then we will find some external and internal contradictions to consume them. You can look around, why do you need to be in control. Although I am good at using emotions, this is just a means to achieve our goals. There are better ways to reach our goals. Why use emotions for the sake of emotion? You tell him, do things Is it okay to use more brains? The trick is to focus on suitability and efficiency, not just the only one." Menghun sighed.

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