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

Originally, going out to sea at night was a very dangerous thing, but because he was almost abandoned by Huang Rong and others, Ouyang Feng decisively took the initiative.

He has never been a good person, otherwise he would not have been called the Western Poison. Once he was suspicious, he would be worried about Huang Rong and others. He would use his own heart to guess the other party, and he would feel uneasy. He would always wonder whether the other party would deliberately abandon him and his nephew to escape, so he would cut off the other party's retreat first and decisively drive the raft away.

Often at this time, Ouyang Feng would never think of the morality that Hong Qigong adhered to, but would only think that there is no man without poison.

Fortunately, the wind was calm that day, and the small raft floated on the sea, and it was safe all the way.

When the sky rose the next day, all he could see was the vast blue, and the sea and the sky were connected. The sky was clear and the white clouds were leisurely. The white waves on the sea were surging, and the raft could only go with the flow.

At this time, human power suddenly seemed so insignificant.

Ouyang Feng used his inner strength to prop up the wooden pole and paddled a few times, and the speed of the raft immediately increased. Looking at the blue color in front of him for a long time, he sighed, "I only thought that the desert sun was infinite and magnificent. Now I see this sea, and it has a different kind of majestic atmosphere." Jiang Chen lay on the raft, looking over, for a long time, and then retracted his gaze. He really couldn't bring up any beautiful appreciation for the sea, so he just hummed lightly. Yesterday, Jiang Chen had sealed all the painful points according to the acupuncture points in his memory, so he didn't feel any pain when the raft was shaking. Ouyang Feng sat down cross-legged, "I don't know how lucky Huang Laoxie is, he can control the boat as flexibly as his hands and feet. If I can do this, we can leave the sea faster. Although this sea is beautiful, it is also full of murderous intentions for you and me, uncle and nephew." He was still a sober person, knowing that his nephew was seriously injured now, if something went wrong at sea, it would be really terrible. Just like the desert, it is beautiful, but also full of dangers.

Ouyang Feng used to wander around in the past, and he knew a lot about mountains and seas.

When he built the villa in the depths of the desert, he practiced poison skills. Not to mention the fascinating direction and bad weather of the desert, the poisonous insects and beasts alone are enough to make any martial arts master who is not familiar with the desert drink a pot.

This sea looks beautiful, but it is as dangerous as the desert. Ouyang Feng will not underestimate it. Throughout the ages, many masters' kung fu was inspired by mountains, forests, lakes and seas. Just from this point of view, it is enough to make everyone have the strongest awe for these things that human power cannot resist.

Jiang Chen heard this and tilted his head to look at him.

Yesterday he cut wood for most of the night, and Jiang Chen thought it was his habit.

"Just use it as your usual spirit snake cane."

Ouyang Feng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said happily, "Not bad. The great way is simple, and all things return to one." The spirit snake cane is just a kind of thing. Thinking about the predecessors who used internal force to pick flowers and flying leaves to hurt people, if they can control these, they can certainly control the raft. And if they can control the raft, they can control everything in the same way. As long as the mind reaches, everything can be used by me! He clapped his hands and laughed loudly, stood up and said to Jiang Chen, "Ke'er, look at me!" He took a breath and concentrated his mind. The waves under the raft surged. Soon, Jiang Chen lay down and could vaguely hear the sound of the undercurrent below. Ouyang Feng used his internal force on the raft, and it sailed away quickly.

After about two or three days, at noon, Ouyang Feng suddenly stared into the distance. After a while, he lowered his head slightly and said excitedly, "Ke'er, I see land!"

After drifting for two days, he lived like a savage. Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he could see the land.

Ouyang Feng had insisted that he eat raw fish for two days, because he was afraid that he would lose his internal strength and couldn't hold on... For Jiang Chen, there was nothing he couldn't hold on. He never liked cold death, so he would live. The more he saw life and death, the more he understood the preciousness of life, especially the preciousness of a peaceful life.

For a wandering soul like him who lived under someone else's identity and didn't even have real independence, it seemed so rare to be alive until now. Although he was often upset about the mess of the original owner, Jiang Chen was still alive, but they were already dead.

In comparison, Jiang Chen seemed to be a little luckier?

Not necessarily, the dead had no response to the embarrassment of life, and Jiang Chen, who was left behind, had to struggle in the desperate situation of death again and again.

All he wanted was peace and tranquility, but he would never be able to live well without solving the mess left by the original owner.

Those things are often a sharp sword hanging over his head. If they are not removed, they will soon become Jiang Chen's death warrant.

No one will believe in the existence of a person who replaces someone else's identity. Therefore, Jiang Chen can only bear all the sins of the original owner. All the righteous people are attacking him and want him to pay for everything he has done. They don't know that there is a new person in that body.

Even if someone is willing to believe in his innocence. But the people who were betrayed by the original owner will not and will never let him go easily. Their anger needs a vent. Without the original owner, Jiang Chen is the most reasonable candidate for revenge.

After going through so much, Jiang Chen no longer has any hope for their forgiveness. The choice of Jiu Tian Xuan Nu at the beginning taught him the most important lesson. He was naive and thought that the facts were the facts, but he forgot that he also learned to not distinguish between black and white and to reverse black and white!

He woke up. If he didn't break the sharp blade on his head first, he would inevitably embark on the road of death of the original owner.

He no longer needs others to believe, as long as he is afraid of him, afraid to dare not take action.

In a certain point, Jiang Chen agreed with Ouyang Feng's point of view. When two sides fight, the weak must be killed. Strong strength often equals life.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and looked at his legs. What a sad fate! After Huang Rong designed to break his legs, he was killed by Yang Kang. The reason why Yang Kang wanted to kill Ouyang Ke was simple, because when Ouyang Feng accepted him as a disciple, he said that his martial arts had been passed down from one line to another and had been passed on to his nephew Ouyang Ke. Once Ouyang Ke died, Yang Kang felt that Ouyang Feng would teach him everything he knew.

But he didn't know that Ouyang Ke was Ouyang Feng's biological son. If he knew, he probably wouldn't dare to kill him so easily. In the end, Ouyang Ke loved his uncle in name and his actual father the most, but he was also calculated by Huang Rong and others to go crazy. In the chaos, he accepted Yang Guo, the son of Yang Kang, the enemy who killed his son, as his adopted son. He became the young master of Baituo Mountain for his identity.

What a great irony, what a coincidence of fate.

The luck of the chosen ones is often built on the pain of others.

"Ke'er!"

Ouyang Feng called out, and Jiang Chen suddenly closed his eyes, forcing himself not to think about these complicated things. Fortunately, Ouyang Feng was here, and Jiang Chen was concerned. If he stayed alone, he might have gone crazy before Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng picked him up and flew away.

Ouyang Feng had been drifting on the sea for so long. In order to reach the land as soon as possible to treat Ouyang Ke's injuries, he did not dare to rest at all. His internal strength had already been exhausted, and he wanted to find a place to stay quickly.

After he flew out more than ten miles with Qinggong, he finally saw human traces. A kid on the roadside looked at them curiously, "Where are the guests from?"

Ouyang Feng snorted, but after all, the other party was just a kid who didn't know any martial arts, "From the sea."

This fishing village is quite large, almost comparable to a small town. Ouyang Feng looked from a distance and saw many people. There were many houses and several inns.

At this time, the most important thing was not to rest, but to take care of his nephew's injury.

"Do you know how to get to the nearest post station?"

The kid tilted his head and thought about it. He waited for a long time, and Ouyang Feng was impatient. He laughed, "Post station? I don't know."

Ouyang Feng immediately took a breath, clenched his fingers into claws, and planned to slap the naughty boy to death with one palm.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, held back his hand that was about to hit him, and asked the child, "Where is your parents?"

The child tilted his head and curiously pointed at his leg, "Brother, is your leg broken too?"

Ouyang Feng's face darkened when he heard this.

"How pitiful..."

Jiang Chen frowned more tightly, and could hardly hold back Ouyang Feng, but seeing the innocent look of the child at the age of four or five, he could only say, "Uncle, children speak without restraint."

The child had a bit of sadness on his face, and pointed to the thatched cottage not far from the entrance of the village behind him, "Old man, come with me. Daddy is over there."

Ouyang Feng saw that he finally understood, snorted, and walked over with him.

A man in coarse linen clothes sat in front of the stone table in the thatched cottage. When the child saw him, he behaved quite well, "Daddy!"

The man dropped the teacup in his hand and raised his head, "Why are you here, friend?"

Ouyang Feng saw his movements and could feel that the other party was not easy to mess with. He was shocked, thinking that there was such a person here.

He was a little relieved that he didn't kill his son in a moment of impulse.

Ouyang Feng would also restrain himself when facing an opponent of the same level, and immediately nodded and said, "Excuse me, where is this place? How can I get to the nearest post station?"

The other party picked up the sand pot and poured a cup, "Here... the nearest is Suzhou, and the nearest post station... go southeast through the village."

Ouyang Feng took a breath and was about to walk away, but heard the man say, "Don't worry too much, this kind of bone injury can't be cured."

Ouyang Feng was angry, "You are talking nonsense!" He immediately comforted, "Ke'er, don't listen to this person's nonsense."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes. "Let's go."

The man smiled slightly, "The young master has a good temper." Not everyone can be so indifferent to losing a pair of legs.

Jiang Chen finally turned his head to look at him, "Have you heard a saying?"

"Oh?"

"If I get it, I'm lucky, if I don't, it's my fate." Jiang Chen is quite humble.

But it is unknown what he was thinking.

The man burst out laughing, "Really? I don't think you are that kind of easy-going person."

He turned the chair, and the seemingly ordinary chair rose a little, and a few small wheels appeared underneath. He went into the house, "A guest is a guest, why don't you come in and sit down, friend?"