Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

Wang Yifeng, the son of the Wang family in Ludi.Since he was a child, he was extremely intelligent and had insight into the world. He was valued by Taoist Yan Lun of the Hongchen School and accepted as an apprentice.Such a genius, it is a pity that he is a human being, insensitive and misbehaving, and falls into evil ways.

On August [-]th, Wen Xiaoyue, a confidant in life, died tragically. The next day, tens of thousands of people were massacred in the city, causing corpses to spread across the city and blood flowing into rivers in Zigong City, which can be regarded as hell on earth.His deeds are horrific, and his crimes cannot be forgiven.

From then on, no matter the Jianghu or the court, they all regarded this person as a thorn in their eyes and wished to get rid of him soon.However, his martial arts skills are outstanding, he is alert and intelligent, and his clever strategies lie in ambush outside the Valley of the Evil, and he cannot be stopped in the end.Home, the Valley of the Wicked.

In the twelfth lunar month of the 19th year of Kaiyuan, Yinyuanhui, remember.

Recently, there are two people who have become famous in the world.It's just that the reputations of the two have obviously developed towards two extremes.

One is Wang Yifeng, and the other is Xia Ziqian.

In August, the Zigong massacre has yet to be resolved.

Wang Yifeng is notorious, and his whereabouts are mysterious, which no one can understand.

When the news came from the temple, the emperor was furious and ordered Wang Yifeng to be arrested and brought to justice.Thinking about it, the tens of thousands of people in Zigong City have become the funeral objects of a martial arts man who was demented.The people were massacred like this, and today is a diligent and loving people, how could they let it go so easily?

As for Xia Ziqian, a weak scholar, a modest gentleman, capable of poetry and painting, very much favored by the emperor.

Today's son, Li's Longji.

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This is the only way from Chengdu to Kunlun.

Here is close to Kunlun, the weather is getting colder, and there are desolate permafrost everywhere.

A dilapidated inn stands here.

This is the only inn for dozens of miles nearby.Therefore, even if it is dilapidated, people have to rest here.

There was a sound of hurrying horses outside the inn.

Accompanied by a few horses neighing, it stopped.

A pale man was lying in the emperor's guest room.He looked to be in his thirties, with a haggard look, and it was obvious that he was not at peace even when he was asleep.

Jiang Chen became more conscious, his eyelids moved, and he vaguely heard the voice of joy from the little girl downstairs, "Hey, guest officer, should you stay at the hotel?"

This joy is obviously an imposed joy.

The two types that the inn doesn't want to meet the most, one is the Jianghu martial arts, and the other is the nobles of the government.

When Rongxian county magistrate Liu Lin got off the black horse, his complexion was a little pale. He supported the dead tree next to the horse, the acid water in his stomach couldn't stop gushing out, and he retched for a long time. Nai said, "Liu Xiancheng, you are so weak, when will we be able to catch up with Wang Yifeng, the murderer?"

Liu Lin raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, took a moment to relax, and looked up at the not-so-clean inn in front of him, with the words "Yuelai Inn" written on it.

He said, "Do you think Liu doesn't want to capture him?" His voice lowered a little, "Since the past three months, all the famous and righteous families in the world have chased and killed him. People from the Tang Sect in Bashu discovered that the entire army of disciples who prevented them from doing evil was wiped out. You and I came here on orders, but we have to play by ear, don’t be impulsive..."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and looked around, feeling that everyone around him was looking at him, so he stopped talking and swallowed his future plans.

The warrior frowned and stopped talking.

There were a few footsteps downstairs, and the bench creaked a few times.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

Wang Yifeng?

Really a familiar name.

Jiang Chen, he used to be the one who called the legacy of the king and the owner of the valley.At that time, he also had his heart set on such a Jianghu with clear love and hatred, and he was so quick and full of energy, which really made people yearn for it.Maybe every man has such a dream in his heart.

But he has personally experienced so many right and wrong, and he no longer feels that such a bloody arena still has any attraction for him today.

His eyes were cold and silent, revealing a kind of heavy exhaustion, which really couldn't be called a lively appearance.

Obviously he has taken revenge and made them pay the price, but he still can't feel relaxed?

Is it because even if he avenges himself, he will still be trapped in this endless samsara, unable to escape?

The so-called God's will always prevents him from having a good death, and I don't know how much of a good death Murong Ziying, who believes in the fate, will be able to die after Fuxi's downfall and unable to practice swordsmanship?

Would Jiang Chen feel some pity for them?

Would they feel pity for Jiang Chen again?

No one will show mercy for anyone, and everyone will think that who deserves to die.

This cold blood is so normal.When people are studying the world, they will always make their blood turn cold.

Jiang Chen thought about this question indifferently, and then gave himself an answer.

Different positions.

Since everyone in the world thinks that he deserves no punishment, he doesn't mind letting this name live up to it.

For Fuxi, the soul is divided into incomplete fragments, and his only choice to survive is to cross the soul...

soul crossing...

Heh, reorganizing the soul, separating it again, recombining it again, and repeating this, how many times can the supreme master of heaven and earth last?

Jiang Chen has no doubt that Fuxi will also choose to cross the soul like Changqin.

Ants still steal their lives.How could Fuxi, who has controlled the life and death of others for many years, not understand this truth?What's more, in Fuxi's eyes, the lives of ordinary people are worthless.One or two deaths will allow the Emperor of Heaven to survive. Fuxi will never soften his heart.

Shang Yang once said that if God had feelings, the world would be in chaos.

If you are afraid that the gods will have feelings, why do you need them?

Wouldn't it be better than the God Realm at such a time of hermitage...

Why should the fate of mortals be controlled by others.

The only reason is because he is too weak and can only be crushed by the so-called gods...

The sages often say, what joy is there in life, and what fear in death?

But how can anyone who is a spiritual being in the world be used to seeing life and death indifferently?

Before Jiang Chen's eyes flashed the appearance of Zigong city littered with corpses...

There was a long sword in his hand, and every time he swung it, it was full of blood...

That person...is him...

The owner of this body is Wang Yifeng.

Jiang Chen subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he couldn't block the bright red blood.

That crazy emotion spread, so intense...

so true……

Jiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the boiling emotions, and murmured a name in his heart.

Xiao Sha...

Accompanied by this name is an irrepressible killing intent in my heart.

There is still some bloody smell in the room that has not dissipated.

He turned his head slightly, and saw a long sword beside him, which had no characteristics, and he did not know that it was taken from the unlucky ghost who died in his hands, or in other words, Wang Yifeng.

On it, there is still a faint blood.

Maybe others can no longer smell it, but Jiang Chen has always been very sensitive to blood.

He put his hands on his forehead, and habitually endured the feeling of drowsiness in his mind, as if he could prevent those memories from flooding into his mind like a torrent.

His original memories...

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, it seems that these new memories are constantly turning into a small piece, constantly occupying the original space... The more memories there are, the weaker the original memory seems to be...

Even in his constant remembrance, it is still as clear as before.However, the clearer it is, the more chilling it is... It's like a dreamlike dream, but it's just illusory and unattainable...

He is Jiang Chen, but if so, how could the old Jiang Chen treat human life like nothing...

Thinking of this, his expression became complicated.Like grief, like resentment, like fear... In short, the calmness that has always been displayed...

He stood up, went to the sink, and wiped his face with cold water.

Trapped in messy memories, my mind is clearer.

When he rolled up his sleeves, he unexpectedly saw a small black mole on his arm, and he was startled immediately.

It looks like a normal mole.

This seems to be Qiulan Xianzhi...

This kind of medicinal material should not appear in this kind of world.

Jiang Chen sat at the table and didn't care about what was said downstairs about hunting down Wang Yifeng.Following his unsettled memory, he took out a dagger from his waist and cut through the mole. As a result, a puff of black air came out from his arm. He opened the window, and the flesh of his arm dissipated, faintly. White bones exposed.

To say it's Xianzhi, maybe it's too nice to hear.

This is an ancient medicinal material, and Jiang Chen was still familiar with it.Because Ouyang Shaogong's Xianzhi Shuhun Pill, which Ouyang Shaogong has studied for many years, is made from this medicine.

Jiang Chen is very clear about its medicinal properties.

Jiao Ming...

He just walked away from that world, and now he encountered this medicine immediately...

Combining these years of experience, Jiang Chen only felt that there seemed to be a kind of power faintly pushing everything...

Many people in the world are being controlled by such power...

Is it God?Is it fate?

In any case, he no longer believed it.

At least he can't accept his fate.

He quickly recovered from such self-warning, and looked at the flesh and blood scattered by the sun.

In the body that was invaded by Jiao Ming, in the end, only a god-like shell remains, without a soul left.

Could it be that the original owner disappeared because of this medicine?

Jiang Chen looked at the faintly exposed bones on his arm, and the blood that was gradually oozing from his hand, and frowned. He rummaged through his gradually settled memory for a while, and remembered that the most recent confrontation was in Zigong City The battle with Xiao Sha.

Could it be Xiao Sha again?

Jiang Chen frowned.

But this Xianzhi Shuhun Pill...

For decades, the original master has practiced Hongchen's school of mind, and has become more insightful into the world.Over the years, having been aroused by Xiao Sha's various plots, and seeing Wen Xiaoyue's tragic death, Xiao Sha deliberately showed up to explain the cause and effect, the original owner felt resentful and resentful, and fought with Xiao Sha to the death, eventually hurting Zigong The people in the city refused to give up.The people from the Tang Sect in Houbashu saw a city of dead bodies, and Xiao Sha retreated in time. Xiao Sha's debt for the life of a city fell on the original owner, and he didn't bother to explain...

Now living in the rivers and lakes, he has been hunted down by everyone for more than three months.

In Jiang Chen's own memory, he also knows the life experience of the original owner.His memory has always been good. He and... once belonged to the Valley of the Wicked, and he has a little understanding of this world.

Wang Yifeng, the lord of the villain Gu Gu, a member of the Wang family of Ludi's scholarly family, has a clear mind and insight into people's hearts since he was a child.Later, he followed Yan Lun to practice the art of the world, and was envied by Yan Lun's former disciple Xiao Sha. Under all kinds of calculations, Wang Yifeng looked at the world and treated things negatively.Until I met Wen Xiaoyue.Wen Xiaoyue was born in the wind and dust, but she came out of the mud and was not stained. Although she was blind, her mind was clear.The two became confidants.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Sha designs to distract Wang Yifeng, and uses the soul control technique to make the gambler Xia Daqian kill Wen Xiaoyue for money.Wang Yifeng saw Wen Xiaoyue's tragic death, and met Xiao Sha's words of anger. He fought against him and was framed by him. Tens of thousands of people in Zigong City lost their lives.Since then, people in the world have been called Snow Demons. Wang Yifeng was disappointed in people's hearts, believed that human nature is inherently evil, and joined the Valley of the Evil.

Jiang Chen still remembers this impression now.All in all, the original owner was supposed to be a handsome knight-errant from a scholarly family, but because of such a former senior brother, he ended up becoming the leader of the Valley of the Wicked.

The flying pot outside the sky can't be blocked even if it is really blocked.

Compared with those bodies he used to borrow, this person did not do any great evil, but after all...

People tend to only believe what they believe.

If explanations are useful...

Explanation is useless at all.

For those who close their eyes and listen, no amount of explanation will be of any use.

Jiang Chen's eyes darkened.

He took a thread from the bed curtain beside him, wrapped it around the wound on his arm, tied it in a knot, and tied his arm tightly.

Blood oozes out immediately.

Xiao Sha...

Whenever Wang Yifeng's heart enters the border, he will inevitably become a deep heart demon.Thinking about it now, Xiao Sha made a move in every case.

Jiang Chen didn't think that he would be a sensible person who could count so many against Wang Yifeng, and would wantonly expand Mingjiao's power in spite of Lu Weilou's order just to avenge Wang Yifeng and Yan Lun's blood-eyed Dragon King Xiao Sha.