Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Wang Yifeng was the son of the Wang family in Lu. He has been extremely intelligent and insightful since he was a child. He was valued by Taoist Yan Lun of the Hongchen Sect and accepted him as his disciple. Such a genius, it is a pity that as a human being, he is insensitive and falls into evil ways.

On August 15th, Wen Xiaoyue, a close friend in life, died tragically. The next day, tens of thousands of people were massacred in the city, causing Zigong City to be littered with corpses and rivers of blood, making it a hell on earth. His actions were atrocious, and his sins are unpardonable.

From then on, everyone in the world, as well as in the court, regarded this person as a thorn in their flesh and they wished they could get rid of him quickly. However, due to his extraordinary martial arts skills, alertness and intelligence, he was able to ambush on the outskirts of the Valley of the Wicked and was unable to stop him. Destination, Valley of the Wicked.

In the twelfth lunar month of the 19th year of Kaiyuan, Yin Yuanhui was recorded.

There are two people in the world of martial arts who have become famous recently. However, the reputation of the two people has obviously developed towards two extremes.

One is named Wang Yifeng, and the other is named Xia Ziqian.

In August, there was a massacre in Zigong, but so far no results have been resolved.

Wang Yifeng has a notorious reputation, and his whereabouts are so mysterious that no one can figure them out.

When news came from the temple, the emperor was furious and ordered Wang Yifeng to be arrested and brought to justice. Just think about it, tens of thousands of people in Zigong City have become the burial objects of a martial artist who suffered from dementia. The people were massacred in this way. How could the emperor let it go so easily when he was a diligent and caring person?

As for Xia Ziqian, he was a weak scholar, a humble gentleman, good at poetry and painting, and was very popular with the emperor.

Today, the Li family is Longji.

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This is the only way to go from Chengdu to Kunlun.

This place is close to Kunlun, the weather is getting colder, and there are desolate and frozen soil everywhere.

A dilapidated inn sits here.

This is the only inn nearby for dozens of miles. Therefore, even though it is dilapidated, people have to rest here.

There was a sound of rushing horses outside the inn.

It stopped with a few horses neighing.

A pale man was lying in the emperor's guest room. He looked about thirty years old, looked haggard, and was obviously not peaceful even when he slept.

Jiang Chen became more conscious, his eyelids moved, and he vaguely heard the cheerful voice of the waiter downstairs, "Hey, sir, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"

This joy is obviously forced joy.

The two types of people the inn least wants to encounter are those from the martial arts world and those from the government.

When Liu Lin, the prime minister of Rong County, got off the black horse, his face was a little gray. He was holding on to the dead tree next to the horse, and the acid water in his stomach couldn't stop coming out. He retched for a long time, and the warriors around him were very unhappy. He said patiently, "Liu Xiancheng, you are so weak, when can we catch up with Wang Yifeng, the murderous devil?"

Liu Lin raised his sleeves and wiped his mouth, took a moment, and looked up at the not-so-tidy inn in front of him, with "Yelai Inn" written on it.

He said, "Do you think Mr. Liu doesn't want to capture him?" His voice lowered, "In the past three months, all the famous and righteous people in the world have been chasing him. On that day, the devil king became very ferocious and was killed. The people of the Tang Sect of Bashu discovered that all the disciples who stopped them from doing evil were wiped out. You and I are here under orders, but we must act according to the circumstances and don't be impulsive and careless..."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and glanced around. He always felt that everyone around him was looking at him, so he had to shut up and swallow his next plan in his stomach.

The warrior frowned and said nothing.

There were several footsteps downstairs and the bench creaked several times.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

Wang Yifeng?

It's really a familiar name.

Jiang Chen, he used to be the man who called Wang Yifeng and the owner of the valley. At that time, he had also longed for such a world where love and hatred were so clear. He was so quick and full of energy that it really made people yearn for it. Maybe every man will have such a dream in the world.

But he has personally experienced so much right and wrong, and he no longer feels that such a bloody world has any appeal to him now.

His eyes were cold and cold, showing a deep tiredness, and he couldn't really be called alive.

It's clear that he has taken revenge and made them pay the price, but he still can't feel relaxed?

Is it because even if he takes revenge, he will still be trapped in this endless reincarnation and unable to escape?

The so-called God's will always prevents him from having a good death. I wonder how Murong Ziying, who believed in God's destiny, could have a good death after Fuxi fell and was unable to practice swordsmanship?

Would Jiang Chen have any sympathy for them?

Will they pity Jiang Chen again?

No one will show mercy to anyone, and everyone will think that anyone deserves to die.

This cold-bloodedness is so normal. When people are going through hardships in the world, their passion will always turn cold.

Jiang Chen thought about this question indifferently, and then gave himself an answer.

The positions are different.

Since everyone in the world thinks that his crime cannot be punished, he doesn't mind making this name worthy of his name.

For Fuxi, his soul was divided into incomplete fragments, and his only choice to survive was to cross the soul...

Crossing the soul...

Oh, the soul is reorganized, separated again, reorganized again, and so on. I wonder how many times the Lord of Heaven and Earth can persist?

Jiang Chen had no doubt that Fuxi would also choose to cross the soul like Changqin.

The ants are still living an ignoble existence. How could Fuxi, who had controlled the lives and deaths of others for many years, not understand this truth? What's more, in Fuxi's eyes, mortal lives are as worthless as grass. Fuxi would never be soft-hearted if one or two died to allow the Emperor of Heaven to survive.

Shang Yang once said that if God had feelings, the world would be in chaos.

If you are afraid of immortals being sentimental, why do you need immortals?

When the gods are hidden like this, wouldn't it be better than the world of gods...

Why should a mortal's life be controlled by others?

The only reason is that he is too weak and can only be crushed by the so-called gods...

The sage often said, What’s the joy of life, and what’s the fear of death?

But as a spiritual being in the world, how can we be used to seeing life and death indifferently?

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed back to the scene where Zigong City was littered with corpses...

Someone is holding a long sword, and every time he swings it, there is blood...

That person... is him...

The owner of this body is Wang Yifeng.

Jiang Chen subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he couldn't block the bright red blood.

That crazy emotion spread, so strong...

so true……

Jiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the boiling emotions, and murmured a name in his heart.

Xiao Sha......

Along with this name comes an uncontrollable murderous intention in his heart.

There is still some bloody air in the room that has not yet dissipated.

He turned his head slightly and saw a long sword beside him. It had no features. It was unknown whether it was taken from the unlucky guy who died in his hands, or rather, in the hands of Wang Yifeng.

There is still a faint blood energy on it.

Maybe others can no longer smell it, but Jiang Chen has always been very sensitive to blood.

He put his hand on his forehead and endured the drowsiness in his mind out of habit, as if in this way he could prevent those memories from flooding into his mind like a torrent.

His original memories...

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, it seems that these new memories are constantly turning into small pieces, constantly occupying the original space... The more memories there are, the weaker the original memories seem to become...

Even in his constant remembrance, it is still as clear as before. However, the clearer it is, the more chilling it makes people feel... It's like a mirror, a flower in the water, something that people yearn for, but it's just an illusion and out of reach...

He is Jiang Chen, but if this is the case, how could Jiang Chen in the past regard human life as nothing...

Thinking of this, his expression became complicated. It's like grief, like resentment, like fear... In short, it's no longer the calmness that it always showed...

He stood up, walked to the basin, and wiped his face with cold water.

My mind became clearer after being caught up in the chaos of memories.

When he rolled up his sleeves, he unexpectedly saw a small black mole on his arm and was immediately startled.

It looks like an ordinary mole.

This seems to be Qiulan Xianzhi...

This kind of medicinal material should not appear in this kind of world.

Jiang Chen sat at the table and didn't care what was said downstairs about hunting down Wang Yifeng. Following his unsettled memory, he took out a dagger from his waist and scratched the mole. As expected, a burst of black air came out of his arm. He opened the window, and the skin and flesh on his arm actually dissipated, and there was a faint sound. White bones exposed.

Saying it is Xianzhi may sound a little too good.

This is an ancient medicinal material, and Jiang Chen was familiar with it at that time. Because Ouyang Shaogong had studied the Immortal Zhi Soul-Soul Pill for many years, and it was made from this medicine.

Jiang Chen was particularly clear about its medicinal properties.

Jiao Ming...

He had just left that world, and now he immediately encountered this medicine...

Combining his experiences over the years, Jiang Chen only felt that there seemed to be a force that was faintly pushing everything...

Many people in the world are controlled by such power...

Is it God's will? Is it fate?

In any case, he no longer believed it.

At least he couldn't just accept his fate.

He quickly recovered from this self-warning and looked at the flesh and blood scattered by the sun.

The body invaded by Jiao Ming can only be left with a god-like shell in the end, leaving no soul behind.

Could it be that the original owner disappeared because of this medicine?

Jiang Chen looked at the faintly exposed white bones on his arm and the blood gradually seeping out of his hand. He frowned and rummaged through the memories that were gradually settling down for a while. He remembered the most recent fight in Zigong City. The battle with Xiao Sha.

Could it be Xiao Sha again?

Jiang Chen frowned.

But this Immortal Zhi Soul Washing Pill...

Over the past decades, the original master has practiced the human mind method, and has become more and more insightful into the world. Over the years, Xiao Sha's various schemes have aroused evil thoughts in his heart. Seeing Wen Xiaoyue's tragic death, Xiao Sha deliberately appeared to explain the cause and consequences. The original owner was filled with resentment and resentment. He fought with Xiao Sha to the death, and eventually injured Zigong. The people of the city refused to give up. Later, people from the Bashu Tang Sect saw a city full of dead bodies, and Xiao Sha retreated in time. The debt for a city's lives in Xiao Sha's hands fell entirely on the original owner. He didn't bother to explain...

Now he has been living in the world and has been hunted by everyone for more than three months.

In Jiang Chen's own memory, he also knew the life experience of the original owner. His memory has always been good. He once belonged to the Valley of the Wicked with... and he has some understanding of this world.

Wang Yifeng, the owner of the Valley of Evil, was born in the Wang family of the scholarly family of Lu. He had a clear mind and insight into people's hearts since he was a child. Later, he followed Yan Lun to practice the art of mortals. He was jealous of Yan Lun's former disciple Xiao Sha. Under various calculations, Wang Yifeng viewed the world negatively. Until she met Wen Xiaoyue. Wen Xiaoyue was born in the dust of the world, but emerged from the mud unstained. Although she is blind, her mind is clear. The two became close friends.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Sha designed to lure away Wang Yifeng and used the soul control technique to make gambler Xia Daqian kill Wen Xiaoyue for money. Wang Yifeng saw Wen Xiaoyue's tragic death, and encountered Xiao Sha's aggressive words. He fought with him and was framed by him. Zigong City's tens of thousands of people were not alive. Since then, people in the world have called him the Snow Demon. Wang Yifeng was disappointed with people's hearts and believed that human nature is inherently evil, so he joined the Valley of the Wicked.

Jiang Chen still remembers this impression. In short, the original owner should have been a scholarly family, a rich and noble young man, a chivalrous knight, but because of such a former senior brother, he eventually became the leader of the Valley of Evil.

A flying pot from the sky, it is really impossible to stop it.

Compared with the bodies he borrowed before, this person did not do any great evil, but after all...

People often only believe what they believe.

If explanations are useful...

Explanations are useless.

For those who close their eyes and ears, no matter how many explanations are given, it is completely useless.

Jiang Chen's eyes darkened.

He took a strand of the bed curtain beside him, wrapped it around the wound on his arm, tied a knot, and tied his arm tightly.

Blood immediately seeped out.

Xiao Sha...

Every time Wang Yifeng made progress, he would inevitably become a deep inner demon. Now thinking about it, there was no one without Xiao Sha's help.

Jiang Chen did not think that Xiao Sha, the Blood-Eyed Dragon King, who could plot against Wang Yifeng so much and expand the power of the Ming Cult regardless of Lu Weilou's orders just to avenge Wang Yifeng and Yan Lun, would be a sensible person.

The author has something to say: Emmmm, I'm back and I've been waiting for a long time...

Because... I'm busy with school

In addition, I sorted out my thoughts

By the way, I also dug up some information about Wang Yifeng

The information is difficult to be complete, if there are omissions in the article, please forgive me, little angels, the pen refill‵(*n_n*)′

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