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

"On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head, the emperor tills the land and the minister drives the oxen. The queen comes to deliver food, and the ministers throw away the seeds. The spring ploughing and summer weeding lead the world, and the grains are abundant and peaceful in autumn."

Several children gathered around the tall locust tree by the river, singing and dancing.

The tender voices of children passed through the curtains and reached the carriage. Jiang Chen could clearly hear many people chanting, "On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head, and the grain in the big warehouse flows into the small warehouse." When people's eyesight is poor, their hearing is always more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

So many things are hard to say whether they are fortunate or unfortunate.

There are people coming and going on this path, and there are also many figures crowded on the riverside. When passing by the Dragon God Temple next to Wuliu Bridge outside Tongzhou City, I saw that the villagers of Wuliu set up an incense table. The village chief was respectfully burning incense under the Wuliu tree, chanting something in his mouth, all of which were about melting the spring frost, cutting ice and snow. The mighty spirit is bright on the Yi River, and picking mulberry tea has come up. The witch's prayer words collected by Du Heng at the end of the tree, and the lotus in the water. And then, the stone stream is shallow, and the flying dragon is graceful. The wind is like air and the rain is like silk, and I will avoid the fireflies by the grace of heaven.

Jiang Chen couldn't remember where he had heard it. But this "Rain Dragon" was a witch song for worshiping the dragon god in the old Chu area. Hearing the words, the ancient tune was lost, so he didn't remember it for a while. The witch song Rain Dragon is probably only this one and a half poems that have been passed down to this day through books and paper.

Tongzhou.

February in the spring. Willows are swaying.

A carriage passed by on the bluestone avenue. Although the driver drove fast, it was very stable.

Dragon raised his head.

These three words passed slowly from Jiang Chen's heart, showing a long silence. He reached out and took a mask from the soft couch beside him very accurately, rubbed it for a while, and then put it down as if it was nothing.

It was undoubtedly an extremely exquisite mask.

Silver light, with a subtle green hue, the dragon pattern on the mask is carved vividly.

The mask of the Qinglong Society. Moreover, only the distinguished guests of the Eryuetang can own it. This is the mask of the Bat Prince, not Yuan Suiyun's.

This is a proverb circulated among the people.

The dragon raises its head, this saying originated from astronomy. Since ancient times, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, which is in charge of astronomy and geography, divides the night into four directions: east, west, south, and north. Each seven stars form one side, and the seven stars in the east, Jiao, Kang, Di, Fang, Xin, Wei, and Ji, refer to the blue dragon. After the spring breeze in February every year, the dragon horn star appears on the eastern horizon at dusk, so it is called "dragon raises its head".

The date refers to the second day of February.

On the second day of February, the Qinglong Festival, incense is burned to worship the dragon god.

This is not just a proverb.

The Qinglong Society, which has recently emerged in the world, acts mysteriously and is both good and evil. The famous heroes in the world, even if their reputations are fair and aboveboard, rarely have hidden secrets. Therefore, the Qinglong Society is deeply tabooed by the martial arts world. However, it always uses the banner of punishing evil and eliminating evil, and the martial arts world righteous people dare not attack it even if they are afraid of it.

It has no reason to be a master. The Qinglong Society has developed so rapidly that they really have to think twice before banning it.

This society is divided into four altars, twelve halls, and 365 branches, corresponding to the four seasons, twelve months, and 365 days of the year. Each day represents the code name of a branch.

Eryuetang is responsible for infiltration.

Who would have thought that the Qinglong Society's branch numbered on the second day of the first lunar month is in Tongzhou City.

Qinglong Festival.

This is a very festive day.

Countless people were involved in the meeting of raising their heads on this day. Jiang Chen was involved, but he had no intention of being a cicada or a mantis.

The night has fallen.

The door of Zhuqiutang has been opened.

This is an antique shop on the surface. The door is very ancient and has the style of the Tang Dynasty. As soon as you enter the door, you will see a screen of ladies and elegant music. Both the footrest and the screen board are made of Huanghuali wood. When you get close, you can faintly smell a light and elegant wood fragrance. Although there are some errors in the decorations painted on the screen, it does not affect the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It has been hundreds of years since the Tang Dynasty, and these errors are naturally unknown. The only one who can see it, Jiang Chen, can't see it.

An extremely elegant and yet atmospheric antique shop.

Jiang Chen bypassed this object and went to the inner hall.

At this time, although there is no curfew, there are fewer people on the road. The well-dressed teenager and the steady inner master stepped into the store together, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

The young boy in green came to greet him, looked him up and down, "Sir, please come in."

Jiang Chen followed him a few steps, crossed the courtyard, and suddenly smiled, "Where are you taking me?"

"To where I should go."

Before he could say anything, Ding Feng behind him ordered Ding Er, who was following him, to push the boy away with a palm, took out a brocade box from his arms, opened it and waved it in front of him.

Jiang Chen said calmly, "Lead the way again."

The boy in green's face changed immediately, and he said tremblingly, "I don't know the real man. Sir, please come this way."

The previous leader of Eryuetang had passed away in the grievances of the rivers and lakes. When the dragon raises its head, it is the time for the new leader to appear. Naturally, the new leader should be a man of both wisdom and courage. This time, the leader of Eryuezhuqiutang and the leader of Canglongtan were replaced, and with him came the peerless internal power wedding dress magic skill practiced by Tie Zhongtang of the former Tiexuemen.

According to legend, the peerless Qinggong of the current Chu Xiangshuai was passed down from Tie Zhongtang of the Iron Blood Sect. Even Qinggong is so outstanding, not to mention the internal strength that Tie Zhongtang, the world's number one hero, mainly practices.

An unparalleled martial arts secret book and a position that is almost second to none for nothing are enough to make many people in the martial arts world crazy.

As long as they are the ones who laugh last, as long as they defeat all their opponents.

Even if this melee may take the lives of all of them, some people still have a fluke mentality.

Unfortunately, Jiang Chen knew clearly that even if these people got the Wedding Dress Magic Skill, few people dared to practice it. To practice the Wedding Dress Magic Skill, one must completely abandon the original skills and start from scratch. The first eight levels of this skill are extremely yin and soft, while the ninth level is extremely hard and yang. The meaning of this is that after practicing to the ninth level, one must break it and then build it. Ordinary people don’t have the luck like Tie Zhongtang, who can get the internal strength contributed by others selflessly by chance after practicing the Wedding Dress Magic Skill.

It is miserable for a warrior to lose his skills once in his life. If it happens twice, I am afraid that few people can accept it.

Moreover, those who pursue the Wedding Dress Magic Skill are all people who regard martial arts as more important than life.

A useless secret book, plus a chess-like position, can cause all the martial arts heroes to fight each other to a bloody battle. Although the list of invited people to the brothel was intentional by Yuan Suiyun, it still made Jiang Chen, an outsider, laugh.

There was a large arena below. It was surrounded by rows of rooms covered by curtains.

Jiang Chen had put on the exquisite dragon-patterned mask and sat in No. 5 on the third floor, leisurely holding up a teacup.

He never liked rules, but he always followed them.

You have to use the means to get where you are. He still understood this principle.

The mask almost completely covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes.

The blue-clothed boy had been replaced by a blue-clothed young man who was not yet twenty years old. He asked politely, "Sir, do you need anything else?"

Jiang Chen did not speak. Although Ding Er beside him was big and rough, he was delicate. At this moment, he answered, "My son is here to look for someone, the head of the March Hall, Jin Yuanbao."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, "You are joking, the head of the February Hall was replaced, how could the head of the March Hall be here."

Jiang Chen said, "Although the head of the February Hall was replaced, he is also the head of the Canglong Hall. He will be present in the first spring, second spring, and spring. Do you have any doubts? Why don't you tell me one by one, and I will..."

Before he finished speaking, a door suddenly opened behind him, and the person who came laughed, "Hahaha, son, long time no see, how are you?"

Jiang Chen felt that when this person said how are you, he must have thought that Chu Liuxiang was dead, how could he still be alive.

...

On the rolling Yangtze River, several ships sailed towards the Twelve Linked Docks.

Ding Feng sat in it, staring at Yunying for a while, and suddenly felt that this person was a hot-blooded young man who could only rush around, and he could be coaxed to open his heart.

The fake Wu Weiyang had already gone.

Yun Ying raised his glass, "Brother Ding, I have avenged my uncle this time. Fortunately, Brother Ding helped me. I am very grateful. If you need me in the future, please feel free to tell me. My Shenlong and Fengwei gangs will definitely treat Brother Ding as a guest of honor! He has the same status as Yun Ying!"

Ding Feng's smile was gentle and polite. If Jiang Chen was there at this moment, everyone would find that these two people would look extremely harmless when they smiled, making people feel that even if everyone in the world died, their hands would still be clean. "Brother Yun, you are too polite." He didn't even blink. "Seeing injustice on the road, it is the code of conduct to draw your sword to help. When I traveled around the world, I always admired the former leaders of Shenlong and Fengwei for their chivalrous spirit and courage. People are greedy. When we met at Sanhe Building that day, Ding had never thought that at the banquet, Chu Xiangshuai was still there, and the Purple Whale Gang dared to openly attack the leader Yun. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that the leader Wu was already a fake at that time." Yun Ying said bitterly, "Chu Liuxiang! Humph! Everyone says that he is unparalleled in chivalry and wisdom. Ming Knowing that Wu Weiyang was abnormal, he did not help. What a bullshit chivalry, we are really blind! ”

Ding Feng sighed, his face full of disappointment, "The dead are the greatest. The situation was quite chaotic at that time, and the people attending the banquet had complicated identities. The two gang leaders suddenly fought, and no one thought of this for a while, and could not stop it. Xiang Shuai probably had other considerations. ”

"Humph!" Yun Ying obviously did not care about Ding Feng's explanation for Chu Liuxiang, and just shouted at this moment, "Come on, Brother Ding! Drink!"

Ding Feng raised his glass in response.

The moon was in the middle of the sky.

"Boss Yun, since the fake Wu Weiyang has been brought to justice, I am relieved. The matter here is over, and I can't stay for long, so I'll say goodbye. ”

Ding Feng stood up and bowed to Yun Ying. The night was hazy, and a sailboat came steadily, took him, and suddenly disappeared on the river.

Yun Ying clapped his hands and praised, "Great Qinggong!"

A man beside him followed and saw that Ding Feng had disappeared. He sighed, "Boss, this person came so strangely, don't you have any doubts?"

Yun Ying frowned, obviously dissatisfied with questioning his friend, but still suppressed his anger, "Elder, please speak."

"If this person really wanted to help, why didn't he come out and explain it immediately after the tragedy happened? Now he named someone to replace Boss Wu. Moreover, impersonating Boss Wu The man who knew him had obviously done a lot of homework, and his words and deeds were almost flawless. How did he know whether it was true or not? Also, I heard that the treasures of Sanhe Hall and Wanfu Wanshou Garden had a conflict with Hai Kuotian and his group that day, and this Mr. Ding had helped Hai Kuotian out. Isn't it strange? "

Yun Ying said, "Elder, what do you think of Brother Ding?"

"He is gentle and honest, thoughtful and careful in doing things, and smiles at everyone, even before he speaks. It's easy to get... people's favor and trust."

Yun Ying was irritated by the coldness and doubt in his tone, and immediately retorted, "Elder, you are overthinking. From Yun Ying's point of view, Brother Ding is passionate and righteous, and his righteousness is as strong as the sky. As he said, when the road is rough, draw your sword to help. Like him Such a knight can never stand injustice, and he regards this as his standard. If he had ulterior motives, why did he become a witness to the Sanhelou incident? Brother Ding also said that Chu Liuxiang didn't even care about the complexity of the banquet in Sanhe Building that day. Brother Ding could immediately tell the clues not long after he first entered the world. Now he is willing to show up and reveal the true face of the fake Wu Weiyang for us. To restore peace to the Shenlong Fengwei gang, we should thank him, right?"

The elder sighed, "What the gang leader said is true."

Bamboo Autumn Hall.

Jin Yuanbao, codenamed Jichun, lives up to his wealthy reputation in the world. The only characteristic is that he is fat. His clothes are also golden, and there is no telling how much gold thread has been embroidered on him. A huge golden dragon head is embroidered on the back of the clothes. I am afraid that extremely rich can be used not only to describe his property, but also to describe his appearance.

When he sat down, the solid wooden chair beneath him was lowered by three points.

Jiang Chen, however, seemed to have never received his overtures at all, and said politely, "Hall Master Jin is fine."

Jin Yuanbao looked up and down for a while, but he didn't see any signs of injury on his body, and sighed in his heart. I lamented that the owner of Bat Island is really a ruthless character, a strong man can cut off his wrist without blinking an eye. The Golden Cave was a complete waste, a good place to make money, and it was blown up as soon as it was said to be blown up. Now there is no trace of heartache or regret.

He said, "There was an explosion in the sea two years ago. Master Kumei and his disciple Gao Yanan escaped with a narrow escape and brought news of the death of many people. After I heard about it, I was worried about the young master for a long time. Now that I see the young master coming here safely, I am really happy and congratulated." "

Jiang Chen completely ignored the deep meaning of his words, and his expression did not change. "I am worried about you, Master." He also sighed, "In one night, so many heroes were buried in the deep sea. I am also extremely heartbroken. That day, I I was lucky enough to escape death, and I knew that this was not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster. Master Kumei passed away just after arriving at Huashan. I was really worried that someone would indiscriminately plot this incident on Bat Island, so I had to wait and see for a while. I have only arrived in Tongzhou now, but fortunately I have not missed the grand event of the change of February Hall. Don't worry about it, Master."

After hearing this, Jin Yuanbao could only sneer in his heart. The man-made disaster was caused by you, and you are still here pretending to be stupid. "Young master has a kind heart and a smart and alert mind. I think he is protected by destiny."

Jiang Chen finally looked at him. Jin Yuanbao was used to being stared at with mocking eyes and didn't care. Although it was strange that the other person's eyes were different from ordinary people's, he never imagined that the person opposite him was a blind man who couldn't see. He looked at the raging battle below and chuckled, "What? The young master is also interested in the magic of wedding clothes?"

Jiang Chen leaned back on his chair and said in a voice as cold as jade, "You and I are old friends."

Jin Yuanbao: "..."

I'm scared to be your friend.

Old friends naturally know that the owner of Bat Island is not interested in the magic of wedding clothes, but if he has no interest in the magic of wedding clothes and still comes here, then people may need to think deeply about what he likes.

He wiped the sweat from his fat face, took a deep breath, and said with a generous spirit as if he were entering a den of thieves, "...Young Master has something to do, but it's okay to talk about it." He had been doing business with Pinjinku for so many years, but he didn't What advantage have you ever taken? I always feel that I will lose blood this time.

At this moment, the sky is named Mao.

A young boy was sitting upright, wearing a dark blue gown and a sapphire blue jacket. He also wore a silver mask on his face, and his exposed chin was pale and bloodless. He belonged to a noble family in Jiangxi. The white to bluish aristocratic complexion respected by his disciples. The young woman behind him stretched out her jade fingers and rubbed her forehead, with a hint of melancholy on her pale face, "Repaying the favor, are you planning to end up there?"

The porcelain cup held in the blue-shirted boy's hand made a squeaking sound, and he said gloomily, "That's right. The Qinglong Association has three hundred and sixty-five rudders from top to bottom. Every thirty rudders are one hall, and three halls are one altar. The dragon head starts from four. The altar leader chooses the best among the hall masters, and the hall master chooses the best among the hall masters. Now that something like this suddenly happened, no one would believe it! In July last year, my father suddenly died of illness on Tianshan North Road. Due to the rules, it was postponed until February this year to re-elect the Altar Leader and the February Hall Leader." His face turned pale, I don't know if it was natural or angry, "Huh?"

Lin Huanyu said, "Our Lin family has a family disease. You and I don't know when it will occur. To repay my kindness, when my father's body came back, it was indeed..."

"Sister, please don't say too much." He waved his hand and said impatiently, "I want to see what tricks Qinglong can play in return!"

Lin Huanyu sighed, "Twins like you and me should not live together in the same place. If what happened today comes to my uncle's ears, I'm afraid there will be another turmoil."

Lin Huan'en shook his head and said with relief, "My uncle is not that pedantic and old-fashioned. When my uncle asked about it later, Huan'en said that twins can't be raised in the same house, and it's not like they can't get along in the same place. Don't worry, sister."

There was another long silence.

Lin Huanyu then asked him, "How much do you know about my uncle?"

"Chu Liuxiang has died in the sea, does he not believe it?"

Lin Huanyu sighed, "Not only does he not believe it, but many people in the world don't believe it either." Whether it was Ji Bingyan who went in and out with Chu Liuxiang, or his three confidants, or Zhongyuan Yidianhong. Both black and white are looking for this person.

Lin Huanen said, "Mr. Bat blew up the den with a bunch of daggers. Chu Liuxiang was on the island at the time. If he didn't die, could he have grown wings?"

Lin Huanyu said, "In my opinion, Chu Liuxiang was not killed by his uncle, and he was very unwilling."

"Chu Liuxiang is not dead. With your uncle's kung fu, can you kill him?"

Lin Huanyu glared at him, "Sons should not blame their fathers. How can we, the younger generation, say anything about my uncle?"

"Okay, sister. Huanen understands."

At this time, the arena below was full of blood. Although the Qinglong Society carried away the body, the strong smell of blood could not be dispersed.

Only one person remained on the arena, but judging from his demeanor, he would not be able to hold on for long.

Someone in the Tianzi Room has already taken action.

Jiang Chen held a teacup and sighed slightly when he saw this, "The world's number one inner strength is not so easy to get."

No matter what it is, anything that touches the four words "world's number one" will become a hot potato. Whoever gets it in his hands will be like a moving target, and will inevitably be attacked by everyone.

Jin Yuanbao finally came back to his senses from his daze, his face was extremely ugly, and he sighed without thinking, as if he had suddenly realized something, "What a cruel method."