Chapter 47: Fengbo Lou

Chapter 47: Storm Tower
Returning to the bamboo building, Xue Mu leaned against the head of the bed and sorted out the recent events, feeling a little tired.
There is too little time, and he didn’t even have time to look through the various files of Xingyue Sect. All kinds of events came in, and he couldn’t breathe for a moment. He was half-guessing a lot of things, but fortunately, he didn’t seem to guess what was wrong and cheated. The name of a wise man.
To be honest, he doesn't even bother to pay attention to the prince at this time. If his energy is caught in the vortex of the prince's fight for throne, then he really doesn't want to get away for a while, can he still do other things?
So think about it now, find another angle to deal with the prince, it is more suitable than the two dogs competing for food that I thought before...
But having said that, the affairs in the palace actually involved the secrets of the Xingyue Sect, which he hadn't thought about beforehand. And the security of this matter is so strange...
Why is it strange?
Xue Mu knew that now Xue Qingqiu’s trust in him should almost be considered unreserved. The sect obviously had to entrust his own ideas for development. If she conspired to destroy her sect, she might actually be planted here. With this level of trust, what need to keep a secret?
But the man who has to be her or Xiaochan can know this... This doesn't sound like a secret matter of the sect, but like a personal matter. You can only tell your husband...
But the purpose of their sect is not so concealed about men and women...
Then there is only one reason. This matter involves Xiaochan's private affairs. How can a master tell others about the apprentice's privacy? My brother is not good either.
When you become Xiaochan’s husband, she will naturally tell you; otherwise, if you become my husband, then you are not someone else...
It's almost like this.
Xue Mu sighed, suddenly enlightened.
The door of the room suddenly "knocking" twice, which seemed very abrupt in the quiet night. Xue Mu casually said: "Come in."
The door opened, Meng Lan stood at the door, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, and said weakly: "The son..."
Come at this time, waiter?
Before Xue Mu asked, Meng Lan continued: "The Sect Master ordered me to... to serve the son to bed."
This elder sister... used this to compensate again, right? Xue Mu was really speechless: "She called you to me a long time ago, what is her life?"
Having said that, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect is the best. He has obviously different ideologies and is very open to this kind of things. Except that Nilin can't touch it, if you want to play whatever you want, you will be given it to play as long as you are happy. Fancy this seat? No problem, as long as you have the abilities, I will also like you.
Changed to a modern girl or a righteous girl, I can only haha...
Menglan whispered: "Even if the lord does not order, Menglan herself is willing to serve the son."
"Okay." Xue Mu sighed, "I'm very tired today, but you came just right to help me get a massage."
Meng Lan walked over cautiously. Seeing Xue Mu leaning on the bed, she hesitated a bit, and quickly made up her mind, lightly put off her incense shoes, knelt down on the bed, and then straightened Xue Mu's shoulders to let him lean on herself Arms.
Xue Mu suddenly felt that he was leaning on a piece of softness, his head seemed to be sandwiched between the mountain peaks, left and right, uncomfortable... Then he pressed his slender fingers on his temples and kneaded them lightly.
This girl is also very daring to do it. If you make up your mind, it's yours. Although he has no feelings, Xue Mu certainly wouldn't refuse to serve in a false and serious manner. He relied on comfortably and enjoyed it for a while. Only then did he remember to ask one thing: "Menglan, you don't have the surname Meng?"
Menglan smiled, with a bitterness in her smile: "Menglan's surname is Zhang."
I’ve known each other for so long, and Xue Mu didn’t know the complete name of his family until now... I am a little embarrassed to think about it this way, and said,
How much do you know about Fengbo Tower?

As long as he is smart enough to realize what he wants to cultivate based on his ability, Menglan is of course not stupid, and his eyes quickly shined, saying: "One of the three ways and four ways of Wuhen Dao, is about assassination. The sect is full of assassins, as long as they give a suitable price, anyone can kill. It is said that there is no trace of chasing souls, and the storm is the trading point they set up on the ground as soon as the storms arise in the world."
"Grandma's, it's the same way again..." Xue Mu had a headache. On the surface, the righteous way of others also talked about the same spirit. Your demon's momentum is obviously not as good as the righteous way of others, but it is so ununited. The business of the Hehuan Sect squeezing the Baihuayuan is nothing more than a commercial competition. It is not hurtful on the face, and it is Xue Qingqiu that is not easy to say. But you Wuhen Daote's assassin pick-up business was received by Lao Tzu, and it was in the presence of Xue Qingqiu. This is considered successful by you, do you think that killer is enough? Will it obviously lead to a war? Is it good for you to lose money?
It can only be said that many of these magic gates are too crooked. Anyone can kill as long as the price is right. Lao Tzu pays enough money to ask you to commit suicide. Can you kill? What a bunch of weird things, what's the point of being able to pretend to be forced? Will this world appreciate?
However, although Xue Qingqiu often showed violent tendencies, he was obviously more general and far-sighted than that group of goods. It is no wonder that Xingyuezong has been repeatedly changed and is still the leader of the magic door.
Menglan seemed to see his inner complaints, and added: "Just as the Hehuan Sect has industrial competition with us, Wuhendao actually does."
"Oh?" Xue Mu became interested this time. If there are basic contradictions, some things can be understood.
"The way of assassination is for information. Fengbolou not only accepts murder business, but also buys and sells information. Therefore, they have never looked upon us and the Hehuan Sect."
"So..." Xue Mu quickly understood: "I want to monopolize intelligence... It's really big-hearted, how can this kind of thing be done? No one can know everything about the world, their obvious best plan is actually to cooperate with us. Complementarity and mutual exchange are obviously natural partners, and they can also become contradictions. It's really...this pattern, no wonder it has been rolling in the shadows for thousands of years."
Menglan smiled and said: "The turmoil in the arena is evil, and the human heart is the most difficult to rely on. The demon sects have become inertia to guard against each other. Naturally, not everyone can have the courage and mind of the son."
Xue Mu laughed: "You have a good heart."
Meng Lan's pretty face blushed, and she looked down at the way Xue Mu was leaning against her chest. She was a yellow flower with her head resting on her chest. In fact, she had already got up a bit, and her eyes were full of spring water: "Young Master ...Want it?"
"Hey..." Xue Mu moved his head and rubbed both sides before sighing comfortably: "Wait when someone fixes the voyeurism problem, let's talk..."
In the bamboo building in the distance, Xue Qingqiu closed his eyes cross-legged, and finally opened his eyes slowly, with a good and funny expression.
A little girl next to him was doing arithmetic problems with a nine-square grid, spitting out while spitting out: "Through hard work, you will gain insights. It’s not too tiring to do this with the power of insight into the world. If you want to see it, go to people. Look at the house, who can drive you away?"
"Bang!" A big human-shaped hole was broken at the top of the bamboo building, and a little girl flew into the night sky.