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

It turns out that creatures behave badly regardless of race.

When Wan Lian's soldiers were complaining and comparing themselves to the devils under the King of Hell every day, Wan Lian confirmed this very leisurely, "If you believe in ghosts and gods so much, do you know the role of devils?" He sat on a wooden chair specially used for teaching, leaning on it. The fan smiled lazily, "It seduces the soul. It's used for killing people."

Ignoring his expression, his tone sounded serious. It just makes people feel that he never takes people seriously.

Obviously he has practiced martial arts to the point where his whole body is sweating and his eyes are dazzled. When the soldiers heard this sentence, they couldn't help but feel a deep chill on their backs and wake up. His smile could be described as refreshing, but his words reminded them all.

Even if they are ready to fight on the battlefield, what they will face tomorrow will not be wooden stakes that do not know how to dodge, but the same people.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and corpses lay everywhere. It will not lack the bloody scent of the southward migration.

Wan Lian responded without saying a word. He always wants these people to see blood. An army that has never seen blood, no matter how powerful it is, is just a pile of waste. Just like a sword without an edge, it cuts without pain or itching. As a weapon, if it is not painful or itchy, it will completely let the owner live with his head in his belt.

As a competent weapon, how could it be like this?

Wan Lian admitted that he had been with Jiang Mu for a long time, and he still had this kind of integrity. Otherwise, why would you say that the sword is a gentleman’s weapon? Wan Lian leaned on the chair, supported her head and smiled leisurely.

...After all, he was also a gentleman in the past.

Even so, on the contrary, if the sword is stained with too much blood, even a divine weapon will become a monster, prone to killing and losing its true nature.

Before sending them to the battlefield, they should first temper their will. Just in case the sight of corpses strewn across the field would stop them from moving forward.

Wan Lian doesn't want what comes out of his hands to be disposable consumables.

In a certain respect, human emotions are really a very wonderful thing. Regardless of love or hate, it can support people to do many things that they could not do otherwise. For example, today, these people's hatred for the North can support these people who have never used a sword to pick up weapons and kill people. Without this emotion, the man carrying the hoe would not be able to wield a knife or a gun. Wan Lian appreciates this because he does not have this ability. For a sword spirit like him, things in this world are only divided into those that can be done and those that cannot be done. No, you can do it if you work hard.

After being repeatedly tortured by Wan Lian, when Xie Yan came to inspect this place again, he saw that the man who had no rules and was only supported by a cavity of resentment had completely changed his appearance.

To put it more simply, it might be called murderous intent.

Xie Yan didn't think that he could be trained like this by simply killing chickens and sheep. When asked about this, Wan Lian looked apologetic and seemed to have no choice but to say, "It's very simple. I'll catch a few tough guys in the prison and let you listen and ask with your own ears and ask questions and handle them with your own hands~" He turned his eyes to the people below who were busy training but still had the heart to steal. The soldiers who were listening saw the angry expressions on their faces when the Northern Qin people were mentioned and did not panic. "You were unwilling to show mercy, so you killed those people."

One knife, another knife, another knife.

Even though she was not present in person, Wan Lian, who had both ears and eyes, heard the screams and sympathized with them.

Xie Yan frowned subconsciously. It wasn't because of the corpses, it was just because of his frivolous attitude that he regarded life as nothing. Isn't it a dangerous situation for Wen Cai to have such a person around him?

Seeing his changing expression, Wan Lian couldn't hold back and smiled. He stood up and put his hand on Xie Yan's shoulder, and said familiarly, "Little brother, listen to my brother. Instead of worrying about my young master, it is better to worry about Mr. Su Jinsu who is now in Xiangcheng."

Xie Yan snorted at his attitude and pushed his hand away, "Discourteous!"

After a while, he added angrily, "I don't look like a servant at all." In view of his literary talent, he didn't say it in a harsh way.

The subtext is that there are no rules.

Wan Lian clicked her tongue, retracted her hand, leaned against the door, not caring at all, and asked, "Do you think your talented and talented brother treats me as a servant?" Since the master is not too busy, you don't care what he does.

If he is really like Xie Yan and other native-born people who impose the rules and regulations of each era on themselves, then he is not Jiang Chen.

There are people who exist to educate the times and adapt to the entire era. But some people are born to change.

Rules are meant to be broken.

Xie Yan, "..."

"The talented and talented brother is still young and has a kind heart, but he was completely blinded by your great deed of selling yourself to bury his father. I am not that easy to deceive."

Wan Lian saw that he was filled with indignation, as if he really felt sorry for the young master. I couldn't hold it back, so I burst out laughing without any hesitation.

"You're still young?" Although he hasn't experienced it at the same time, he can guarantee that the young master is old enough to become Xie Yan's grandpa...

Wan Lian thought about it carefully and said, "Is your heart kind?"

Some things are buried deep in your heart, and no matter how well you hide them, they can't be changed.

Xie Yan frowned and scolded, "What's so funny! Humph!"

Wan Lian was strangely silent for a moment and sighed, "Mr. Xie, you are indeed a good person."

Xie Yan, who was given the good guy card, was confused.

…

The last time he led an army to attack a city, it took tens of thousands of years at least.

There is a saying in the world that sometimes, every minute and second seems like years, but sometimes, tens of thousands of years are just a short moment.

Even if a person's memory is very poor, there are always some things that cannot be forgotten.

Let alone him.

So much so that he can still remember the expression of the fox when he killed someone for the first time.

The last time he stood on the city wall and watched the dense army of Xiqi coming over, all he thought was that whoever stood in his way would die. What was he thinking now? Jiang Chen thought about it carefully, but it was a little unclear.

What is the heart's desire?

Some people are loyal to the emperor, some people establish their careers, and some people become famous.

What does he want?

Freedom, success, or the ways of the world?

So-called, seeking but not getting.

Maybe there are things in the world that are hard to find.

But what he wants, one day, he will definitely get it.

News came from the front soon.

The court was jubilant.

On the first day, Su Jin's talent for debate lasted only an incense stick of time. The Qin envoy Wang Shao came in upright and left lying down. It is said that when Su Jin entered the door that day, he started to talk about loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. The two argued, and Wang Shao was slightly inferior. In the end, he was so angry that he vomited blood. He was carried out of the main hall by the military doctor and sent back to the Qin camp.

Seven days later, Wang Shao fell into a coma. Qin's main general Murong wanted to cross the Huai River. The Jin soldiers were scattered and prepared for battle. Only the military instructor was as steady as a mountain. On that day, the weather was not good. It was cloudy and rainy, and the Huai River flooded, making it impossible to pass on both sides.

On the 15th. The Beifu soldiers secretly crossed the Huaikou, and with the right time and place, they led the Huai River to flood Xiangcheng and defeated the Qin army.

Before the news leaked, the Jin court was in an uproar. It was said that flooding Xiangcheng was inhumane and took human lives lightly.

It was not until three days later that the people who had fled Xiangcheng and hid in Shanyin in advance all returned to the Beifu army, and all kinds of talk gradually stopped. Regardless of what they thought, the court had to unanimously praise the Northern Army for its decisive killing and triumphant return.

Who came up with this plan?

Hangzhou Ma Wencai.

At the young age of eight, he recruited the Northern Army's left wing soldiers and was appointed the General of Zhenbei.

Your hands are covered with blood.

It was just a sentence after all.

…

The night deepened. Just like the thousands of moonlit nights that had ever existed in the world.

Wanlian stood at the corner of the corner tower, holding the tiger talisman in his hand, weighing it from time to time, not paying any attention to the order to mobilize 100,000 troops.

After a while, he stopped, and took out his Wanlian sword from somewhere, and swung the sword flower with his backhand. The sword light looked extremely cold under the almost blue-white moonlight. The pupils reflected in the sword were a clear blue. His face was not as unruly as in the daytime. If you don't say it, you will think he is a completely different person.

When Jiang Chen turned over and jumped up, Wan Lian noticed something, put the tiger talisman in his hand into his waist, held the sword and bowed, "Young Master."

He showed a carefree and unrestrained look.

The night was dark, the moon was in the clouds, and it was hard to see what the two sides were thinking. Wan Lian only saw that the pupils reflected those tiny lights, clear and ruthless.

Wan Lian inexplicably felt guilty. After thinking about it, he found that he actually had nothing to feel guilty about.

"Since you follow him, you know my identity."

Wan Lian:...

The more unlucky it is. The worst body in the world.

Jiang Chen could see what he meant.

Be an enemy of the world.

In exchange for a life, pay all the reputation.

"This life and this body are special."

This sentence is quite meaningful.

Seeing his smile, Wan Lian's heart jumped, unable to guess, unsure. If we say that the person who knows the young master best in the world, even if it is the former master or the sister in the former master's mouth, I am afraid that he is not as good as this sword spirit. According to Jiang Mu, the part of his personality he showed is no different from the young master many years ago, and he can guess most of the young master's thoughts that he has never expressed.

But in fact, human nature is not single and unchanging. There are many factors that determine an event, not personality. If it was determined only by personality, he would not have made such a big mistake in his last life.

Jiang Chen flicked the dust on the corner of his clothes, his eyes were silent, and fell on the endless void in the distance. His expression never looked like an eight-year-old child.

In the night, only the subtle chirping of insects in the square forest could be heard.

Jiang Chen looked at the long sword in his hand with a faint glow, "This is called a demon."

The light blue Wanlian sword gradually disappeared in his hand. Wanlian asked, "What is a demon?" Demon? He also said that he was a god.

"Different from humans. Different from ghosts. Different from monsters."

Not my kind.

Some words in the world are so reasonable that people cannot refute them.

Wanlian has no way to refute what he said. The meaning of his words is nothing more than to ask Wanlian to pay attention to restraining the differences from ordinary people, including the sword that should not exist in this world.

From the initial sharp edge to the current good sword hiding, after years of wandering, he still learned to avoid confrontation with the world.

Self-taught.

Introverted.

Wanlian seemed to understand why the fingertips of this body flowed with piano music that day, except for moving.

Wanlian also seemed to understand why some people who are not as keen on the world as ordinary people in their hearts, have never taken ruthless actions.

Friends or enemies, it has something to do with him. He is also almost involved in people who have nothing to do with him.

People will not hate certain things and destroy them completely, because in the world, they cannot be left alone.

All the joys and sorrows in the world are mutual.

As a human being, no one can escape it.