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

For Jiang Chen, the encounter with Yuan Dongyuan would only end by chance. Just like thousands of years ago, those names that ultimately remained in his memory from one life to the next would one day become irrelevant.

Like a long-lasting jade, like Ji Fa, like Ouyang Feng, like a building full of flowers...

He didn't feel like he needed a father.

Yuan Dongyuan is indeed Yuan Suiyun's father, but he is just Yuan Suiyun's father. After all, he is not Yuan Suiyun. Even if Yuan Dongyuan is the father of this body, so what. If he really made it clear that Yuan Suiyun was dead and that he was just a soul that had taken over the dead body for some unknown reason, perhaps the first person to want him dead would be Yuan Dongyuan.

The past is still vivid in his mind, and Prince Changqin's half-life has been so miserable. He would never do it, and would have to try it again himself. In fact, he knew very clearly that no one wanted him to live. The enemies of the original owner naturally want him to die, but what Yuan Dongyuan wants is only for the real Yuan Suiyun to live.

Can he be considered the real Yuan Suiyun?

I'm afraid it doesn't count.

But, so what.

Ginkgo sat on the tree, shook her feet, and listened to the sound of the piano coming from the distant courtyard.

Like a dream.

Just like the colors of mountains and seas in the misty clouds, or like the wind and rain on the river, it is sweet and empty, but it faintly becomes a chilling sound of indifference.

The sound of the piano gradually died away, and Ginkgo realized that her tears had fallen. She wiped her eyes, but she still didn't know why she was crying.

The young master does not often play the harp, but whenever there is music, he teaches people and their hearts are moved by it.

Ginkgo picked up the flower basket and jumped down from the tree. In ancient times, Sima Xiangru sang a song about a phoenix begging for a phoenix to seek Zhuo Wenjun. I think if the young master plays a song, countless women in the world will lose their hearts to him.

But, how does he view this life... Ginkgo doesn't understand, and she also knows that she doesn't want to understand.

If a person lives too smart, it means that he needs to think about more things than ordinary people. However, thinking too much makes you nervous.

Jiang Chen stood up and moved farther away from the piano table. He leaned on the wooden chair and closed his eyes in concentration. He played with several wooden parts in his left hand. The place where books were originally placed on the desk in front of him was replaced by a carved agarwood box.

He thought for a moment, and with his fingertips circling, the wooden reeds quickly came together, and he pulled out the mechanism from the box. It was small and delicate, and soon the delicate wooden bird appeared in his hand. When he put it together, there was no sense of sluggishness. No one could tell. He only relied on touch to assemble the parts. Although his eyes were bright, they were useless.

He picked up the pen, put it into the cinnabar with great accuracy, made two strokes on the bird, changed the color of the painting, and made a few strokes. When you open your hand, a bird with green feathers and colorful feathers stands quietly in your palm, lifelike. He seemed to see it, and he pinched the slender wooden leg and turned it with interest, then took out a reed rod the size of a pen tip from the wooden box on the table and stuffed it into the bird's beak.

As soon as the tip of the bird's tail moved, it flapped its wings and flew up, during which the faint sound of the disk locking could be heard faintly.

Jiang Chen didn't pay much attention to it. He leaned on the chair and picked up the parts in the wooden box, holding up his pen and thinking deeply.

Not long after, Ginkgo ran in with a disgraced face, holding a piece of wood residue in his hand, and said in a panic, "Sir! It exploded on its own."

The tone was extremely frightened and confused.

Jiang Chen raised his head slightly, as if he really saw her panicked and embarrassed look, and smiled about it. "No problem. Go down and clean up."

This smile was not as heavy as usual. Obviously, it was just a slight curl of the corners of the lips, but it made people feel that even the place where he was had become bright and gentle.

Ginkgo stayed there for a long time and couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, young master." Before leaving, she heard a faint voice from behind, "Take it." She turned around, and a delicate kingfisher fell into her arms. She subconsciously wanted to throw it out, but because it exploded when she caught it, despite Jiang Chen's words, she didn't throw it away after all, and it turned out to be safe.

She immediately realized the purpose of this thing, "It's really good to use it to communicate with Ding Feng." She was only seventeen years old now. After confirming that it was okay, she pinched the bird's wings and shook it, and smiled, "Thank you, sir. "

You may have never seen such a person, knowing that he is full of dangers, but still making people feel anonymous and at ease. Knowing that he is not a good person in the eyes of the world and has killed many people, there are still people who are willing to follow him. Perhaps, just because of his usual gentleness and tolerance, people often forget the blood in his hands.

…

The mountains and forests are quiet and the still water murmurs.

Su Rongrong followed a six or seven-year-old boy up the mountain road. When he reached the mountainside, he could faintly see the layers of pavilions built against the mountain. It was surrounded by deep clouds and mist, and it was very peaceful.

Su Rongrong stared at the boy and frowned slightly. She always felt that there was always something strangely charming about this child's actions, which reminded her of the famous jade class among the powerful in Huguang... an existence used to please the powerful...

But this kid seems to be a polite and polite doorman who is neither humble nor overbearing. He is neither humble and flattering nor arrogant, and he is well-bred.

Su Rongrong was always smart, and when she came up the mountain, she took note of the mountain road. But now when she looks back, she feels that the road has not changed, but it seems to have completely changed again. The Lord of Langxuan actually seems to be proficient in the art of strange sects...

If Chu Liuxiang was here, he would definitely be very interested in the owner of this place.

Langxuan. As the name suggests, it is simple and soft, as gentle and classic as beautiful jade.

Su Rongrong came to inquire about the cause of Chu Liuxiang's death. She was originally anxious, but when she saw that person sitting quietly beside the chair, she turned around and met his eyes. She felt like a cold water was poured on her head. Since then, she calmed down. "I heard that Langxuan knows everything in the world?"

"If you don't know, why did you come here?"

Su Rongrong subconsciously touched the mask on her face and confirmed that she was wearing a mask of a weak scholar. "You..."

"No matter how you change your appearance, the distance between your eyes cannot be changed. This is what Chu Xiangshuai said, isn't it." Although it was said by Chu Liuxiang, it was not really true. The art of disguise can change a person's body shape, appearance, and even the size of his bones, so how can it not cover up the distance between his eyes. The human eye has a certain visual retention, so it is inevitable that there are some illusions. Using these illusions to slightly modify it, how can it not cover up the problem of eye distance.

However, since this is the experience of Xiangshuai, who is believed by everyone, people like him who are not willing to believe anything naturally occasionally use Xiangshuai's mouth.

Jiang Chen was calm.

This might be Chu Liuxiang's smart luck. After all, for those who are blessed by God, God will make everything he says right.

Jiang Chen seemed to be indifferent, as if he was just interested, "Miss, do you like orchids?"

Su Rongrong, "News about Chu Liuxiang."

"This is too broad. Is his relationship with the three girls also going to be presented one by one?"

There are many no-cost businesses in the world, and the most profitable one is naturally the news business. But for Jiang Chen, many people's secrets can't be called secrets at all.

Su Rongrong's face turned pale, and then pale and blue, and calmed down, "Chu Liuxiang appeared for the last time."

Jiang Chen stroked a piece of warm jade in his hand, as if he thought seriously, and then said carefully, "A thousand taels of gold."

"..."

"Deal!"

Ding Feng clapped his hands, and a little boy in green clothes came out from behind the door beside him and presented a tightly sealed file.

Su Rongrong almost snatched it away and scanned it at a glance. "Chu Liuxiang, on November 3, set foot on Bat Island and uncovered the conspiracy of the brothel. The other party detonated the bomb on the island in a frenzy, and the world's number one thief disappeared here."

"Missing? He...he really..."

"According to records, after Chu Xiangshuai set foot on Bat Island, he first fought with the Bat Prince and escaped, and then entered the brothel to save people, so..."

"Is he still alive?"

Jiang Chen said gently, "Girl, this is the second question."

Su Rongrong's face changed, "You! Hello!"

"Tell me, is he alive or dead?"

When Jiang Chen spoke, she even held her breath, for fear of hearing a word wrong, but Jiang Chen paused, "For this matter, I can only say that it is as most people think."

"..."

"He's alive?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "Alive."

Maybe he's alive as a sea ghost.

He never said that what Lang Xuan said must be true.

"Then why hasn't he shown up?"

Jiang Chen finally turned around and stared at her. The eyes under the mask stared at people without emotion, which always made people feel timid.

Su Rongrong was also timid. She had always been the calmest one except Chu Liuxiang, but at this moment, she was timid. But her worry about Chu Liuxiang overcame everything, "Why doesn't he show up to see me?"

Jiang Chen paused after each word and said faintly, "Girl, you have no money."

"!" Su Rongrong didn't react for a while, and squeezed out two words with her teeth. It was rare to say something that was not too gentle, "Swindler!"

Compared to beasts, Jiang Chen thought that "swindler" could be called a compliment, and replied gently, "I don't deserve it."

Su Rongrong was extremely smart. I didn't know what she was thinking about at this moment, and she reorganized her mood. Without saying anything more, she got up and went down the mountain.

After restraining her emotions, she was still the lovely, gentle, smart and considerate Su Rongrong.

Jiang Chen stood by the high cliff stone railing of Langxuan and looked down the mountain.

Su Rongrong's footsteps gradually faded away.

He suddenly smiled faintly.

How to say that, such a lovely and gentle girl, who would have the heart to hurt her.

Unfortunately, he had the heart to do it. Lovely? Gentle? I'm afraid not.

In the original novel, Chu Liuxiang did not reveal the mystery of the midnight orchid in the end.

Speaking of acting on behalf of heaven, it was just because the person being acted on was an insignificant stranger. If it were someone they valued, would the proud sons of heaven be equally selfless? Maybe someone could, but at least Chu Liuxiang didn't do it.

Midnight, the fragrance of orchids.

Everyone speculated whether this mysterious person who only appeared at midnight had an inseparable relationship with Xiang Shuai. Because of this, stepping on the moon and leaving fragrance.

Regarding this matter, Langxuan marked the price of 100,000 taels of gold. So, no one in the world asked again.

As for the disappearance of people in Wanfu Wanshou Garden on the seventh day of the third month, Langxuan also gave an answer. As a result, the Central Plains martial arts world began to think about the crusade again, and intended to find trouble with the Sackcloth Saint Sect.

If you touch the blood of the Sackcloth people, you will die. Because they suffer from leprosy. When the major martial arts sects got the news, they all scolded Lang Xuan for saying half of the words and not preparing the most important things.

To this, Lang Xuan only gave a response, "When have you ever asked..."

Everyone was speechless about this answer.

...

The secret room of Murong Mansion.

A dark figure was hung on the chain, greasy and dirty, and it was almost impossible to see what it looked like.

The sound of footsteps came from the dark and dark passage, accompanied by the dripping of water and the sound of the dark red charcoal fire in front of the iron chain, which made people's hair stand on end.

The firelight gradually approached this place, and what was reflected in the dark red torch was Murong Huanfa.

He has a handsome appearance. Although he looks a bit frail on weekdays, he still has the courtesy, gentleness and generosity of a member of a noble family. At this moment, he smiled in the light of the fire. When he saw the unconscious man in front of him, he smiled even more happily. He still called out affectionately, "Cousin."

This sound seemed to stimulate the man who was hanging with a chain through his shoulder bone. He bared his teeth and claws and tried to pounce. He was half a foot away from Murong Huan'en and could no longer move forward.

Murong seemed to be shocked, and pretended to be panicked, "Ah, cousin, please save yourself. Cousin, I was shocked when you arrested someone without warning."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The man slurred incoherently and tried to rush over again. The blood hole through which the chain on his shoulder went through immediately split open and dropped to the ground.

Murong waved behind him, his tone could be described as worried and anxious, "Third brother, what are you doing standing still! Apply the medicine quickly! You want to see your brother die!"

The man dressed as a doctor behind him came forward, took out a box of golden sore medicine from the medicine box beside him, and sprinkled it on his shoulders.

The locked figure made some harsh and unclear sounds in pain. Murong Huanen leaned over and got a little closer. He vaguely heard some good words such as dying a good death, killing his brother, being ungrateful, etc., and he laughed out loud for a while. , "My good cousin! Are you ungrateful?" He stretched out his hand, just in time to pinch Murong Qingcheng's shoulder injury, and pressed it hard, but said kindly on his face, "When you killed your uncle, did you think about being ungrateful? ? Don’t want to die well?”

After all, Murong Huan'en was a martial arts practitioner, and his hands were quite strong. The man struggled to move away but whimpered because of the shackles. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his face was a mixture of black and yellow, and his brows could be vaguely distinguished. It's Murong Qingcheng.

"Before I, Lin, can repay my kindness and die a good death, I will definitely want you to die a good death first! You hear me clearly!"

The Lin family has always cared about Murong Ende and was willing to be a subordinate clan of Murong in the south of the Yangtze River. They never stood out and were subordinate to others. Because her sister Lin Huanyu took care of Murong, she always treated the Murong family with great courtesy. But Murong Qingcheng was ruthless for a mysterious treasure map. Who is more ungrateful?

He smiled and said, "But my uncle is very discerning. When it comes to ruthlessness, I can't compare to you. If Murong hadn't wanted to be extinct, I'm afraid you wouldn't have handed over your position as the head of the Murong family. But now that I think about it, Murong can be taken seriously. It’s disgustingly tight.”

He thought for a while and said with a smile, "By the way, cousin, you don't know, right? A few days ago, didn't my cousin value Young Master Jiang's wonderful rejuvenation, and as the leader, he wanted to overpower him and ask him to join the Qinglong Society? Could it be that my cousin practiced the magic skill of wedding clothes? , do you really think that you are invincible? Although some people don't care about being used by others, it doesn't mean that they are willing to be manipulated by others... I can only blame you for being too self-righteous. "

Although the Qinglong Society has the tendency to become a major sect in the world, it is not the number one after all. What's more, that Jiang Chen didn't seem to have a well-behaved character who would let others threaten him.

I heard from Uncle Ten that Murong Qingcheng wanted to make fun of someone for selling the Golden Cave, but he just happened to hurt his foot. Maybe the Gold Selling Cave on Bat Island was a taboo for Jiang Chen, but Murong Huanen had no intention of investigating their relationship.

Finding out some things will be beneficial to you, but finding out some things will result in Murong Qingcheng's outcome.

Murong Huanen actually couldn't say he liked Jiang Chen. After all, a smiling person does not mean a happy person. Gentleness and politeness are just an illusion, the basic manners of children from aristocratic families, rather than true amiability. Sometimes on the contrary, it is another expression of alienation and indifference.

One side of the dungeon is soft, gorgeous and delicate, in stark contrast to the cold surroundings.

Murong Huan'en leaned against the soft body and casually wiped off the blood on his hands. He seemed to have finally had enough of Murong Qingcheng's embarrassment. He threw away the blood-stained silk handkerchief and said to the doctor, "I'm alive." How long, how long will he live like this? You can hear it."

The doctor nodded.

Since Lin Deng's accident, Murong Huanen's health has been deteriorating. Now his meridians are stagnant, his internal energy is confused, and there is no cure for it. He thought of the decisive battle with the reckless man in Chang'an on August 15th this year, and sneered at his earlier realization.

He was destined to die, but for the sake of the Murong family, he would risk his life to protect the Murong family for his cousin and uncle. As a result, his cousin, whom he regarded as the person he admired the most, killed his father himself, causing his mother to die of depression and his sister to become seriously ill.

What a cousin.

"Murong Qingcheng, watch carefully! Murong wants to be the best in the family. This wish is wonderful, but I'm afraid you will have to go to the underworld to realize it!"

…

The fifth day of May.

On the occasion of Dragon Boat Festival.

The matter of the magical power of wedding clothes was left to rest.

Because the Qinglong Club suddenly fell down and the hozens dispersed, the news of Longtou's death was even more widespread. At the same time, the people who were kidnapped for practicing the magical power of wedding clothes suddenly reappeared. Each one of them was tortured for this skill. Their bodies were broken and their faces were as pale as wood. They were just like being sucked dry by monsters in those ghost novels. The spirit is general.

Everyone unanimously set their sights on the most praised hero in the world, Tie Zhongtang. Fellow practitioners use the magical art of wedding, why are they in so much pain, but Tie Zhongtang becomes the best in the world...

Ding Feng's method was even more sharp, and he did not hesitate to release it at this time, using the magic power of wedding clothes to absorb other people's internal energy. The magical power finally makes wedding clothes for others.

Suddenly, everyone praised and everyone doubted.

It takes only one mouth to spread a rumor, but it takes a lot of effort to dispel it. This is what the Iron-Blooded Flag Gate is like now. With the turmoil in the martial arts world, Yuan Dongyuan still couldn't stay out of it, so he could only put Jiang Chen's matter aside for the time being.

It also suited Jiang Chen's heart. He didn't want to see Yuan Dongyuan again at all.

It was another festive season. A long time ago, when he was hospitalized in hospital wearing a hospital gown, he really loved to travel around the mountains and rivers, but now, the world's right and wrong could not tolerate him, and he felt that living in the mountains for a long time was not as prosperous as the world.

Greedy, I guess he was talking about him.

Whether it is forever is the most precious thing, and it is the easiest thing for people to remember.

The author has something to say: Jiang Chen: A word is worth a thousand gold, thank you.

Ding Feng: Pay the bill first, then answer, thank you.

(Live in the statement and die) Extras Faceless Passerby A, B, C, D: How to explain his grandmother's Sackcloth Saint Church and the group of lepers?

Ginkgo: Did you ask? You didn't ask. I won't take the blame, thank you.

Extras A, B, C, D, E, J, G, and S (Why don't you go grab a word worth a thousand gold): Wow! The original owner is too arrogant! Come on, beat him!

Yuan Dongyuan: I may not be in trouble, but if you attack him at will, he will be unhappy. I believe you will get another lunch box after you get one.

Extras (silent, discussing): A gentleman talks, not fights! Let's issue a statement to condemn it. (To avoid losing our good reputation)

Yuan Dongyuan (Why don't you ride the wind): ...

Just finish these two chapters

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