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

New willows sprout, grass grows and warblers fly.

The rippling blue waves of Yingyue Lake cast a shimmering light in the sunlight, making people's hearts intoxicated.

There are a few tourists on the Thirteenth Bridge, either fishing or drinking wine in the meandering water.

Jiang Chen stood quietly in the long pavilion by the lake, looking at the afterglow of the sunset on the lake with a serious expression. Everyone who saw him just thought that he was a young man from a wealthy family who was traveling around. Passing by, he was captured by the beautiful scenery of Yingyue Lake and couldn't forget to leave.

No one doubted whether these lonely eyes could see such beautiful scenery.

The day when the dragon raised its head has passed, and the position of the new leader of Canglong Altar has been settled.

The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes is indeed a rare inner strength and mental method, but the inner strength is overbearing and difficult to control, and those who practice it suffer all day long. The reason why it is called the magic power of wedding clothes is because if there is no opportunity to break it and then establish it, the internal power that has been cultivated for many years cannot be used by oneself at all. It must be passed on to others for others to use. In some respects, this technique is a perfect match with the Beiming Divine Technique.

After practicing hard for many years, I finally made wedding clothes for others.

It is inevitable that no one among them deliberately released the magical power of wedding clothes and used other people's inner strength as nourishment. But having said that, even if someone is used as nourishment, what does it have to do with Jiang Chen. First, he didn't release the magical power of wedding clothes, second, he didn't force them to practice it, and third, he didn't absorb the inner power of others. At most, it's just fun to watch them make wedding clothes for others and feel complacent. This kind of pot, no matter how it flies, will never fall on his head.

Jin Yuanbao is a smart man. Jiang Chen only intentionally or unintentionally told some old stories about Tie Zhongtang that day, about the shortcomings of the world's best wedding dress magic book, no matter which level he thought of, he knew that he would inevitably inherit Jiang Chen Favor.

Businessmen, who value fairness above all, naturally know how to reciprocate kindness.

A boat sailed over on the lake, and a young man came out of the cabin and bowed to the wind, "Young Master, you are fortunate to have lived up to your destiny."

Jiang Chen recognized Ding Feng's voice and used his Qinggong skills to fly onto the deck. No one heard a sound.

Everyone has to admire it, it’s such a light skill.

Ding Feng welcomed him into the cabin. When he turned around, he saw a group of people coming from the shore. The leader, the young man in blue shirt, kept staring at the boat, feeling suspicious.

embankment. Lin Huan'en reined in his horse and asked in a low voice, "In my opinion, who is this person from?" Qinggong is so extraordinary that it should never remain unknown.

The woman in the sedan said, "I don't know. This kind of movement is not very similar to any famous Qinggong in the world."

Lin Huan'en nodded, "Forget it, let's go to the dock first. My uncle's people should be here."

Jiang Chen just entered the cabin, looked through the wooden window, and turned around when he heard the sound of horse hooves fading away.

Ding Feng looked in that direction and couldn't help but frown, "Sir, is there something different about this person?"

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, "It doesn't matter."

"Have you found the place?"

Ding Feng nodded, "Yes." Originally there was a natural cliff near Jinan, which was very consistent with what the young master said, but it was too close to Taiyuan, so Ding Feng could only give up. It seems that since the destruction of Bat Island, the young master has forgotten Wuzheng Villa.

Whether it was forgetfulness or deliberate avoidance, Ding Feng felt that he should not speak nonsense.

He suddenly remembered something, took out a phoenix tail white jade pendant decorated with nine-color silk ribbon from his waist, and handed it over respectfully. "Sir, a token of the Fengwei Gang."

"No need. Just take it."

Ding Feng knew that he didn't like to say his words a second time, so even though he hesitated, he accepted it.

"How much do you know about the Qinglong Society?"

"They bought some of the goods sold in the Golden Cave in the past three years. The Qinglong Society has been established for decades and has always been hidden in the dark. In the past few years, for some reason, its actions have suddenly become clearer. According to various signs, Look, it should be related to their leadership change.”

"Who is it?"

"This..." Ding Feng frowned and bowed to Jiang Chen, "My subordinates are incompetent. I only found out that the last leader's surname was Su." This time, it was someone from Wolong Tan, whose name is still unknown.

Although the young master rarely punishes anyone these days, being unable to answer his questions one after another is indeed a dereliction of duty on his part.

Su?

Jiang Chen's fingertips subconsciously touched the table, and the current information related to the Qinglong Society flashed through his mind like a screen.

Fuzhou Lin family, Lin Deng. The master of Canglong altar of Qinglonghui and the master of February Hall. In July last year, Lin Deng was walking on Tianshan North Road in the name of tea and silk trade, and died suddenly on the way. The apparent cause of death was the recurrence of an underlying disease for which there was no cure.

Tie Zhongtang, the leader of the Iron Blood Banner Sect. He is recognized as the number one hero in the world. He specializes in martial arts and the magical skill of marriage. Three months ago, he had an appointment with Wang Tianshou of the Eagle Claw Sect. Wang Tianshou intended to buy poison to poison Tie Zhongtang and blame the Tang Sect. But Wang Tianshou has been buried with Bat Island.

Wang Tianshou...

Lin Huanen...

The little prodigy is good at making human skin masks, and in this respect he has the same status as the ever-changing flower-picking lady. Su Rongrong's brother, died young.

His thoughts stopped for a moment, and Jiang Chen asked, "Who is Su Rongrong's brother?"

Ding Feng thought for a while, "Su Yourong. He was famous for making human skin masks when he was young. The masks he made were so detailed that they were almost the same as real people. People at the time called him a child prodigy. However, although this man was dexterous, he was still a genius. He died of illness ten years ago, when he was fourteen years old."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and took out two pieces of brocade silk from his sleeves. One was painted with a human skin mask named Youlan, which was released by the Qinglong Society on the day when the dragon raised its head, and the other was the celestial symbol of that day. Guest list for room thirty-six.

Tianzi Jiayin, Su Rongrong, Li Hongxiu, Song Tianer.

Orchid finally landed in this guest room.

When Jin Yuanbao reciprocated the news and handed him the information, he hesitated for a long time.

Ding Feng glanced at these names, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he curled his lips and said, "It's them again."

Seeing that Jiang Chen was quite interested, he had to explain, "Su Rongrong and others have been investigating the cause of Chu Liuxiang's death."

Investigations are normal. Jiang Chen would be worried if these three people easily believed that Chu Liuxiang was dead and did not investigate.

Ding Feng looked at it with a solemn look on his face, "Young master, what do you mean, Su Yourong is not dead and has become the leader of the Blue Dragon Society?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, lit the two pictures and threw them into the vase. "Maybe."

Ding Feng immediately thought of the crux and said in a deep voice, "Chu Liuxiang and Su Rongrong have an extraordinary relationship, and Su Yourong is Su Rongrong's elder brother. There is an interest-based relationship between Pinjin Cave and Qinglong Society, and each is grasping the other's weaknesses. If it is true. Su Yourong, there is no guarantee that he will not take revenge on us for Chu Liuxiang and Su Rongrong."

Jiang Chen rubbed his eyebrows with a cold expression. One wave comes after another, why can't these people settle down and cause him less trouble?

He turned around and reached out to take down the lyre, took out the silk and wiped it carefully. Sometimes people are inferior to things. Things can save people, but people cannot stop hurting each other.

Suddenly there were several calls for help outside. Ding Feng was about to go out, but Jiang Chen didn't stop him.

When he came back, Jiang Chen stopped wiping the piano and asked him, "Who died?"

The smell of blood is too strong.

Ding Feng: "..." He sighed, "Master, this is the ship belonging to the Murong family. It was robbed." The person who died was a servant of the Murong family.

After hearing this sentence, Jiang Chen continued to play the piano, "Yeah."

Seeing how calm he was, Ding Feng sighed again and said, "We have also been affected."

Jiang Chen didn't even raise his head and said calmly, "Just do what you did in the past."

"Sir, those people from the Murong family..."

"Keep it."

After another journey, Ding Feng opened the door and came in, "Master, Murong's ship has sunk."

He turned the piano string slightly and plucked it with his fingertips, and the strings made a clear "buzz" sound. Jiang Chen felt better after hearing the accurate Gong sound, and said to Ding Feng, "Save people."

Since the other party insists on boarding his ship to investigate, there is nothing wrong with it. If you think about it, it's not that easy.

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night.

The moonlight is hazy.

"My surname is Lin, and the word is Huanen. This is my sister Huanen." Lin Huanen picked up the wine cup and said to Jiang Chen, "Fortunately, a benefactor came to rescue me in this crisis. Lin is very grateful. Please do it first as a token of respect." ”

Lin Huanyu tugged on his sleeves and signaled him not to drink too much. His body could no longer bear too much stimulation.

Jiang Chen put his hand on the wine glass, paused, picked up the tea cup on the side, and said in a gentle and polite manner, "Young Master Lin, you are welcome. I have been suffering from pain in my heart and stomach since I was a child, so I should not drink alcohol. Today I have to drink tea instead of wine. Please don't." Sorry. Mr. Lin, please."

Ding Feng glanced at him secretly, feeling strange in his heart. Although the young master doesn't have a good drinking capacity, he doesn't know how to drink a glass of wine. Today I remembered such a strange reason for refusing to drink?

Lin Huanen smiled and said, "How dare you? How dare you." He paused and asked with a smile, "We have been talking for a long time, but Lin still doesn't know the name of his benefactor?"

Jiang Chen was slightly startled, suddenly unable to react. I talked about this so much that he couldn't help but think that his surname was in his first name.

Seeing that he was stunned and silent, Lin Huan'en raised his eyebrows and repeated, "May I ask your benefactor's name?"

When Jiang Chen came back to his senses, he found strangely that now, when this issue was mentioned, he felt neither angry nor indignant, and even the grievances he felt in the past were not there at all. He answered extremely calmly and politely, "A name is just a title after all. The past is in the past, Mr. Lin just calls me Jiang Chen."

Lin Huan'en froze. He had never thought that someone would say "I have a name, but I just want to tell you the pseudonym I made up casually" in such a tactful and unquestionable way. It was almost impossible to ask any more questions.

Although Lin Huanyu was sick and often living in a boudoir, he was still thoughtful and immediately said, "Master Jiang has a chivalrous heart, and my sister and brother are very grateful. Thank you for saving me today, but I am just worried that I will have no way to repay you in the future. I hope Mr. Haihan.”

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and said, "Girl, you're welcome." There was a bit of sadness in his tone, "I think that if we have a sincere relationship, the name is just a title, don't you?"

This tone is truly sincere. If it falls to the ears of uninformed people, they will only think that it is reasonable, too reasonable.

Ding Feng immediately lowered his head and almost laughed. If he hadn't gotten along with the young master in the past few months and understood his temper very well, he would have thought that the young master hit it off immediately and wanted to be friends with them sincerely.

The young master is clearly mocking these two people for their impure intentions. The young master is indeed still a young master. No matter how gentle and polite he appears on the surface, he is always cutting off the blackness secretly.

Although Lin Huanyu felt that this remark had some profound meaning, he didn't take it to heart. He said softly, "Young Master has great views, but we are shallow."

Lin Huan'en said, "When I was changing my clothes just now, I heard the maid on Mr. Jiang's boat mention that this time, Mr. Jiang is visiting the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River."

Ding Feng really smiled warmly at this moment, "I heard that the warm spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is picturesque. Although my son has not been able to see it in person, he still wants to come here to experience it."

Lin Huanen nodded. It seems that this person is a child of the northern frontier, who stays in the family all year round and cannot go out and wander around. In this way, it is understandable that he has no chance to see the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

When he turned his head, he saw Lin Huanyu beside him frowning, with cold sweat on his forehead. He thought it was not good and asked in a low voice, "Sister, are you okay?" The doctor who followed the Murong family had died in the robbery and killing just now, and the medicine on his sister was probably lost long ago. He secretly hated himself for being careless and forgetting that his sister was seriously ill.

Lin Huanyu gritted his teeth and said, "No...nothing. It will be fine in a while."

Ding Feng looked at the two people and his brows gradually twisted. The people on Bat Island have good hearing. Even if the two of them talked in a low voice, they could not escape their ears.

Jiang Chen is even more needless to say. "Miss Lin, are you in trouble?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Lin Huanen raise his voice in his ear, and he seemed extremely frightened, "Sister!"

It is understandable. Lin Huanyu was almost the last relative he could call a relative.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, knowing that Lin Huanyu had probably fainted, "Mr. Lin, please don't panic, send your sister back to her room first."

Lin Huanen's dark nature was immediately exposed, and his finger bones were cracked, "If my sister is in trouble, they..." will definitely die a miserable death!

He picked up Lin Huanyu, "Doctor! Please doctor!"

Jiang Chen sighed slightly and followed. He had no doubt that if he didn't do something at this moment, people like Lin Huanen would immediately hate him as well.

Ding Feng followed closely.

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