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

The sound of the piano echoed in the desert like flowing water.

In the darkness.

Heavy panting echoed.

The dim and thin light fell, and suddenly illuminated the blood on Kalubi's face.

It has been dozens of days.

Kalubi fled in the cold darkness, and his blood became thicker. The swords and shadows behind him seemed to be close at hand. He had already felt the breath of death that he had experienced frequently.

This time, it was finally his turn?

The people who were chasing were all good brothers who had lived and died together.

Will he die in the hands of a former brother like his brother who died in his hands a few days ago.

Who made him a blasphemer.

Light is the most believed god of the tribesmen underground, and he is the same.

But he clearly did not say or do anything disrespectful to the God of Light!

In such a hasty escape and counterattack, he wanted to turn around and explain to his tribesmen to prove his innocence.

But because of the blasphemy, the tribesmen have fallen into a rage.

If he turned his head at this time, he would not be facing the trusting face as in the past, but the swift sword of his companion who once protected the tribe's life spring under his leadership.

They were once partners who fought side by side to protect the Bahan tribe, but in the end they drew their swords against each other because of his slanderous rumors about the God of Light.

The murderous intention was close at hand, but at this moment, a faint sound of flowing water, like the place where he lived, which was the softest and most gentle sound representing the reproduction of the tribe, sounded.

A person suddenly appeared here. A stranger.

The surroundings suddenly lit up, and the hot flames suddenly rose up. All the dark shadows retreated and disappeared as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

When the light came on, Kalubi panicked and raised his hand to cover his eyes without thinking. In the past 18 years of underground life, he had never seen such a brilliant light, but for some reason, he felt that the strong light must be a great harm to him. When he raised his hand to cover his eyes, he found that the light was bright but also very gentle. He tentatively let go of his hand. The light in front of him was bright, but he was unharmed.

Where he used to live, there were only a few sparse lights, and it had never been so bright. He had never thought that there would be a place in the world that was so bright and shining, but also gentle.

A figure stood quietly in the firelight.

God?

Could it be that the God of Light they believed in the most came?

Did he see his injustice?

Jiang Chen saw the subtle expression on Kalubi's face and his eyebrows moved.

"Ka Luo?" Kalubi couldn't help but wonder.

God?

Jiang Chen sneered. God? But it's better to call him a lonely ghost.

His expression was not good. Kalubi's heart trembled, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose. He unconsciously tightened the long knife at his waist and looked at him warily and tentatively. After taking a look, he felt that this person's clothes were very strange, with wide sleeves and a long robe. It was indeed different from the people in their tribe who were wrapped in black cloth all over their bodies. Sometimes the light was too weak and even his face could not be seen clearly. There were also a few strange green transparent stones (jade) on his waist, which made people feel calm under such light.

Even if he just stood there quietly without moving, Kalubi did not dare to look down on him.

He suddenly remembered the feeling when he first faced Sheai, the martial arts teacher of the tribe, many years ago when he was still young. It was so reassuring and uneasy.

Sheai's breath was as sharp as a knife, and that sharp breath could be felt from a distance.

The breath of the person in front of him was clear and gentle, like an underground undercurrent, cold and gentle, and very harmless. But facing him in person under such a fierce fire, Kalubi immediately raised his vigilance to three feet high.

"Kalubi?"

It seems that he picked a good time. Kalubi was still sober at this time.

Jiang Chen thought.

This voice was gentle and calm, accompanied by the clear and unique music, and suddenly there was a strange power to calm people's hearts.

Although he didn't understand, Kalubi felt that he understood the meaning of these syllables. He paused, feeling that he had to reply to the elders in front of him, "...\u0026 # $ # %"

Yes.

They were clearly meeting for the first time, so why did he know his name?

Kalubi asked himself secretly, is he really a god?

" # %$?" Why do you know my name?

As soon as he finished speaking, he frowned, realizing that this person might not understand his words, and fell silent again. But Jiang Chen nodded, not bothered by the strange voice, "It's just a coincidence."

He obviously didn't want to say more.

Kalubi asked again, "Ka Luo?"

"How can the ears of the secular world be compared with the high gods?" Jiang Chen replied calmly and seriously, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was admiration or mockery.

Kalubi looked him up and down, and felt that even if he was not a god, he was related to God. Seeing that he was unwilling to admit it, he had no choice but to say, "\u0026* # ~?" What's your name?

Jiang Chen did not answer.

Kalubi: "?"

Jiang Chen took two steps and saw Qiulan Xianzhi in his memory. He walked forward and squatted down. He picked a branch with one hand and looked at it carefully. It seemed that he was just curious and asked lightly, "Where did you see this thing?"

Kalubi had really seen Xianzhi.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently pressed his forehead, sighing slowly in his heart.

It seems...

He is really old.

If it weren't for Tan'er's reminder, he would never have thought that Kalubi would be a breakthrough.

This person, after all, also escaped from the depths of the desert.

Kalubi turned his head silently and looked back at the way he came, but he really didn't know the direction, so he was silent again, "..."

He wanted to answer, but he couldn't answer because of his memory. During this moment of hesitation, Jiang Chen had thought of dozens of ways to find the way. He smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Just now, you asked me who I am?" Jiang Chen glanced at him, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, "Today, I will be considered a lifesaver."

The red flame disappeared without a trace.

Under his feet, it was an endless lake as clear and soft as a sapphire.

Kalubi was stunned, but his mind was unconsciously stable, tired, and asleep.

The illusion was like glass, broken without a trace.

The sound of the piano had gone far away.

The fingertips that touched the water-colored strings stopped, and the sound of the piano also stopped.

Jiang Chen lowered his head slightly, looking at Tan'er who was listening attentively, and asked patiently, "Do you understand?"

Kalubi was thinking about the injustice of blasphemy against God. When he escaped from the underground, he was still being hunted by his former brothers who fought side by side. This was the knot in his heart that he could not untie. Jiang Chen knew this, and the use of this illusion also cut into this point.

Tan'er nodded, then shook his head, "I only understand its form, not its meaning."

There are not many martial arts of psychedelic control.

I heard that the Jiangnan Changge Sect used the piano to express their feelings. The disciples had superb piano skills, and their music lingered in the ears for three days. Many people would be moved to tears by their piano music. There is another song in the Changge martial arts called Pingsha Luoyan, which controls people's words and deeds with the feelings of piano music. When practiced to the highest level, the controlled person would jump off a cliff to commit suicide, and the controlled person would not hesitate at all.

I don't know how it compares to the master's piano music.

I guess it can't compare.

Tan'er stubbornly believed.

Only her master is the best master in the world. Others think he is bad in every way, but if he is not good, why did he kill those bad guys when he passed by the village and take in an orphan like her?

He is much better than many hypocritical people in this world.

Her mother has told her more than once that her father is the best man in the world, a gentleman who is upright and dedicated to the country and the people, and a just, honest and powerful hero.

But the gentleman, good man, and hero in her mother's mouth let her and her daughter wander for years, without hearing or caring about them. Since she can remember, she has not remembered the so-called father.

Now her mother has died in humiliation at the hands of those robbers, where is her father!

It's ridiculous!

A hero who is righteous for the country and the people, but he doesn't even care about his own wife and daughter and can't protect them. Even if he can save the world and even if he can help the country, what is the meaning to his dead mother!

Tan'er had never learned the art of playing the zither, but her mother had taught her a little when she was alive. She could only hear the clear and gentle sound of her master's zither, and as for the other things, they were vague and she really couldn't grasp the feeling.

She touched her chin and looked at Kalubi. Anyway, there was a ready-made sparring partner here. Why not, the master play it for him again...

Although she had this idea, she didn't dare to say it out loud. At this moment, she secretly glanced at her master, fearing that she would see some disappointment on his face.

Jiang Chen nodded, without commenting on her answer, but gave a solution, "Practice makes perfect." The zither in his hand had disappeared without a trace, and he broke away from Kalubi's dream. He picked him up with one hand, pressed acupuncture points and put him on the camel's back, "Let's go."

...

All those who looked for Ganoderma lucidum eventually did not see a single so-called Ganoderma lucidum.

All those who expected immortality were just an empty dream.

Xia Ziqian did not get more feedback from Jiao Ming, and his heart became more anxious.

In late spring, the red buds of the Taifu Mansion gradually faded, and the green willows were flying; the rockery and the flowing water were majestic and gurgling; the intrigues were in full swing, and the pavilions and towers were magnificent.

This was the mansion given by the supreme ruler of the world to his most admired minister, Taifu Xia.

Xia Ziqian came out of the carved archway, touched the intricately patterned mahogany corridor column beside him, and a touch of melancholy suddenly appeared on his face.

His expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but roar, "What did you say?!"

"Didn't you say that spending 10,000 life points would allow Jiao Ming to continue to spread!"

I heard a sentence in my ear, "An unknown error has occurred in the system. Alarm! Alarm! The host's life is affected. Wang Yifeng's threat has greatly increased, and the variables of obtaining fame have increased. Please be sure to eliminate him as soon as possible."

"Damn it! It's Wang Yifeng again!"

"Where is Wang Yifeng!?"

"Sorry, insufficient access rights, sorry, insufficient access rights."

"..."

"The target has a special aura, please try to get it."

"Aura? Special?? You said it easily! How to get it? How to get it? If Wang Yifeng saw me, he could cut me with a sharp knife. I would pray to God." I was afraid that he would not cut him, so I threw him to Xiao Yaoer, the poisonous old man, to test the medicine...

Xia Daqian thought of the miserable and dark life in that life, and shuddered suddenly.

I found that the voice in my mind was silent for a moment, and then it encouraged me, "Host, although 10086 understands the pain left by your previous life, you should not be scared by a madman who only wants to kill people... Now you are highly skilled in martial arts and talented, and you can get a lot of support. Why do you have to fall into a temporary setback?"

"Tell me! What should I do?"

When the voice of the monster calling himself 10086 suddenly sounded in his mind, he had been afraid for a long time. But when I think about it carefully, I feel that this is a gift from God. Among the legendary spirits and monsters, it is said that there are lustful ghosts below, immortals above, fox demons in the mountains, and dragon maidens in the sea. They all come from kindness and compassion, helping mortals who have not been going well in their lives to be named on the gold list and come to Chang'an Flower in one day.

Being able to live again in this life is the result of this monster that can only hear sounds. It sent a mission to achieve fame and become the emperor's favorite. After Xia Daqian calculated it, he felt that there was no harm in it, so he signed a contract with 10086. contract.

Facts have proved that the choice he made was very correct. Up to now, he has gone from being the most despised little waiter in Taoxianglou to becoming a first-class imperial tutor. But thanks to the help of 10086, he is not only an official in the same court as those who were famous in the previous life, but also the most admired person in the Tang Dynasty. Even Li Bai, the poet immortal, wanted to come and visit him. Except that the scourge of Wang Yifeng had not been dealt with, everything was so satisfactory.

"Do you want to enable the best solution? This operation costs 100,000 reputation points?"

Xia Daqian: Bastard! Are you a mountain bandit?

Is it possible to take advantage of the situation and rob someone?

10086: "Please host not to slander the system. 10086 has always advocated fair and just transactions. The price of information exchange is low, and the monthly silver package is more cost-effective."

Xia Daqian looked at the few remaining reputation points, gritted his teeth, and said, "Enable it."

The author has something to say: Hello, dear friends...I'm back (congratulations, congratulations, congratulations)...

It turns out that I really planned to leave Ye Di aside...

What happened is roughly as follows

Tan'er poked Kalubi's face hard (sadly): "Master!!!"

Jiang Chen:?

Tan Er (Xi Zi holds his heart and expresses his sorrow): Why is he whiter than me? !

Jiang Chen: Let’s go.

Tan'er: Huh? ? ?

Jiang Chen: If I stay here for a few days, I won’t be as good as you.

Watching the figures of one big and one walking away, Kalubi was seriously injured:...