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

For Jiang Chen, the encounter with Yuan Dongyuan will only end in an accidental encounter.Just like thousands of years, those names that will only remain in his memory life after life, one by one, will one day become irrelevant.

Such as Su Yu, Ji Fa, Ouyang Feng, flowers and buildings, such as...

He didn't feel that he needed a father.

Yuan Dongyuan is indeed Yuan Suiyun's father, but he is only 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 stated that Yuan Suiyun was dead and he was just a soul who took over the dead body for some reason, maybe Yuan Dongyuan would be the first to want him to die.

The history of the past is vivid, and the half of the crown prince Changqin is living in such a miserable state.He will never be able to, and he has to try again in person.In fact, he was very clear in his heart that no one wanted him to live.The enemy of the original owner naturally wanted him to die, but Yuan Dongyuan only wanted the real Yuan Suiyun to live.

Can he be the real Yuan Suiyun?

I'm afraid it doesn't count.

But, so what.

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

Dreamy.

Just like the misty clouds, the color of mountains and seas, and like the wind and rain in the evening, it is pleasant and empty, faintly becoming a chilling and indifferent sound.

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

The young master doesn't often play the piano, but whenever there is sound, he teaches people, and his heart is moved by it.

Ginkgo carried the flower basket and jumped off the tree.In ancient times, there was a song by Sima Xiangru in which the phoenix begged the phoenix to get Zhuo Wenjun.Presumably, if the son 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, it hurts to think about it.

Jiang Chen got up, moved away from the piano table, leaned against the wooden chair and closed his eyes, concentrating, playing with a few wooden parts in his left hand, and the place where the book was placed on the desk in front of him was replaced by a carved agarwood wooden box.

He thought for a while, twirling his fingertips, the wooden reeds quickly assembled together, and pulled out the mechanism from the box. It was small and exquisite, and after a while, a delicate wooden bird appeared in his hand.When he assembles, there is no sense of lag, and no one can see it. He assembles parts only by touch. Although those eyes are bright, they are useless.

He picked up the pen, dropped it into the cinnabar with great precision, drew two strokes on the bird, changed the blue color, and tapped a few strokes.When I opened my hand, a bird with colorful green feathers stood quietly in the palm, lifelike.He seemed to have seen it, and pinched the slender wooden feet around with interest, pinched a reed 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 extremely subtle sound of the disk locking could be faintly heard.

Jiang Chen didn't pay much attention to it, leaning on the chair, picked up the parts in the wooden box, and thoughtfully picked up a pen.

Not long after, Ginkgo ran in with a disheveled face, holding a piece of wood residue in his hand, and panicked, "Master! It blew itself up."

The tone was extremely frightened and confused.

Jiang Chen raised his head slightly, as if he really saw her panic-stricken appearance, and smiled because of it. "No problem. Go down and clean up."

This smile was not as heavy as usual, obviously, it was just a slight hook of the corners of his lips, but it made people feel for a moment that even the place where he was, became clear and gentle.

Ginkgo stayed for a long time, and couldn't help laughing. "Yes, young master." Before leaving, she heard a faint voice behind her, "Take it." When she turned around, a delicate kingfisher fell into her arms.Subconsciously, she was about to throw it out, because when she grabbed the one just now, it exploded. Against Jiang Chen's words, she didn't throw it away, and it turned out to be safe.

She immediately realized the purpose of this thing, "It's really good to use it to contact Ding Feng." She is only 17 years old now, after confirming that nothing happened, she shook the bird's wings and smiled, "Thank you, my lord."

You may not have seen such a person, knowing that he is full of danger, but still makes people feel anonymous and reassuring.Knowing that he is not a good person in the eyes of the world and has killed people like hemp, 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 is gurgling.

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

Su Rongrong stared at the boy, frowning slightly.I always feel that there is always such a strange charm in this little boy's actions, which reminds her of the famous nongyu class among the rich and powerful in the Huguang area...an existence used to please the powerful...

But this child seemed to be a polite doorman who was neither humble nor overbearing.Neither humble and flattering, nor arrogant, well-bred.

Su Rongrong was usually smart and smart, and when she followed up the mountain, she deliberately took note of the mountain road, but looking back now, she always feels that the road has not changed, but it seems to have completely changed again.The owner of Langxuan seems to be proficient in strange techniques...

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

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

Su Rongrong came to inquire about the cause of Chu Liuxiang's death. She was in a hurry, but when she saw the man sitting quietly by the chair, when she turned around and met those eyes, she still felt cold water pouring down her head, and she calmed down, " Hearing about Langxuan's world affairs, you know everything?"

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

Su Rongrong subconsciously touched the human skin mask on her face, and confirmed that she was wearing a male mask of a frail scholar, "You..."

"No matter how you change your appearance, the distance between the eyes cannot be changed. This is what Chu Xiangshuai said, isn't it?" Although what Chu Liuxiang said, it is not really true.Disguise can change a person's body shape, appearance, and even bone size, but it can't cover up the distance between eyes.The human eye has a certain amount of persistence of vision, and it is inevitable that there will be some illusions. Using these illusions to modify it a little will not conceal the problem of eye distance.

However, since this is the experience gained by Xiang Shuai who believes everything he says, a person like him who never believes what he says naturally borrows Xiang Shuai's words occasionally.

There was nothing in Jiang Chen's heart.

This may be, Chu Liuxiang's, clever luck.After all, people who are favored by God's will will make it right no matter what God's will says.

Jiang Chen seemed unintentional, it seemed that it was just out of interest, "Girl like orchids?"

Su Rongrong, "News from Chu Liuxiang."

"This is too broad. Will his relationship with the three girls also be presented next?"

There are many no-cost transactions in the world, and the most beneficial one is naturally news transactions.But to Jiang Chen, many people's secrets cannot be called secrets at all.

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

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

"..."

"make a deal!"

Ding Feng clapped his hands, and a boy in Tsing Yi came out from behind the door beside him, and presented a tightly sealed dossier.

Su Rongrong almost snatched it, and glanced at ten lines, "Chu Liuxiang, set foot on Bat Island on November [-]rd to expose the plot to sell gold caves, the other party detonated the explosives on the island in a frenzy, and the number one bandit commander in the world disappeared here."

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

"According to the records, after Chu Xiangshuai set foot on the Bat Island, he first fought with the Bat Master and escaped, and then went to the Golden Cave to save people, so..."

"He's still alive?"

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

Su Rongrong's complexion changed, "You! Good!"

"Say, is he alive or dead?"

When Jiang Chen spoke, she even held her breath, for fear of mishearing a word, but Jiang Chen stopped, "This matter, I can only say, as most people think."

"..."

"Is he alive?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "Alive."

Perhaps living as a sea ghost.

He never said that what Langxuan said must be true.

"Then why hasn't he shown himself?"

Jiang Chen finally turned around and stared at her. When the eyes under the mask stared at people without emotion, it always made people panic.

Su Rongrong is also timid, she has always been the calmest one except Chu Liuxiang, but at this moment, she is timid.But the worry about Chu Liuxiang overcame everything, "Why doesn't he show up to meet you?"

Jiang Chen stopped speaking, and said quietly, "Girl, you have no money."

"!" Su Rongrong didn't react for a while, and squeezed out two words with the tip of her teeth. It was rare for her to say a word that was not very gentle, "Professor!"

Compared to beasts, Jiang Chen thought that profiteers could be called a compliment, and Wen Wen quietly replied, "I'm ashamed."

Su Rongrong is extremely smart, she doesn't know what to think about at the moment, she regained her composure.Without further ado, get up and go down the mountain.

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

Jiang Chen stood by the high cliff stone railing of Langxuan, looking down the mountain.

The sound of Su Rongrong's footsteps gradually faded away.

He suddenly smiled lightly.

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

Unfortunately, he just had the heart.cute?gentle?I'm afraid it's not necessarily true.

In the original book, Chu Liuxiang did not reveal the mystery of Midnight Orchid in the end.

Talking about doing justice for the sky, in the end, it's just because the person being done is an insignificant stranger.If they were replaced by people who valued them, would the favored children of heaven be equally selfless?Maybe someone could, but at least Chu Liuxiang didn't do it.

At midnight, the fragrance of orchids.

Everyone guessed whether this mysterious person who only appeared at midnight had an inseparable relationship with Xiang Shuai.Because of this, stepping on the moon will leave a fragrance.

Regarding this matter, Lang Xuan bid 10 taels of gold.So, no one in the world asked anymore.

As for the disappearance of people in Wanfu Wanshou Garden on the seventh day of March, Langxuan also gave an answer.As a result, the martial arts in the Central Plains began to attack again, intending to seek trouble from Mai Shengjiao.

The blood of the man in sackcloth, if you touch it, you will die.Because they have leprosy.When the major martial arts decent factions got the news, they all scolded Langxuan for half of what he said, and the most important thing was not prepared.

Langxuan only gave one response to this, why have you ever asked...

Everyone was speechless in answering this.

……

The secret room of Murong Mansion.

A dark figure was hung by chains, greasy and dirty, almost invisible to its original appearance.

The sound of footsteps coming from the dark passage, accompanied by the dripping of water and the crackling of the dark red charcoal fire in front of the iron chain, made people feel creepy.

The light of the fire gradually approached here, and what the dark red torch reflected was Murong's repayment.

He has a handsome appearance, and although he looks a little weak on weekdays, he is not lacking in the etiquette, gentleness and generosity of the children of the aristocratic family.Smiling against the firelight at this time, seeing the delirious person in front of him, the smile became happier, and he still called affectionately, "Cousin."

This sound seemed to irritate the person who was hung by the chain through the shoulder bones, he was about to rush towards him with all his teeth and claws, he was half a foot away from Murong Huanen, and he couldn't move forward any more.

Murong still seemed to be taken aback, and pretended to be panicked, "Oh, cousin, please save yourself, such a sudden arrest without warning, I was shocked by my cousin."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo " that man is slurred slurred , wants to charge again , the bloody hole that the shoulder chain passed through split open immediately , tick-tock hit the ground.

Murong waved his hands behind him, his tone can be described as worried and anxious, "Third brother, what are you doing standing there in a daze! Quickly take the medicine! You want to watch your brother die!"

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

The locked figure uttered some harsh and indistinct voices in pain, Murong Huan'en leaned over, moved a little closer, vaguely heard some good words such as bad death, killing brother, ungrateful, etc., and laughed for a while , "My good cousin! Ingratitude?" He stretched out his hand, pinched Murong Qingcheng's shoulder injury, and pressed it cruelly, but said kindly on his face, "When you killed your uncle, did you think about being ungrateful?" ? Die badly?"

After all, Murong Huan'en is a martial arts practitioner, his hands are quite strong, the man struggled to retreat but whimpered because of the shackles, his hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, his face was black and yellow, his eyebrows and eyes could be discerned It was Murong Qingcheng.

"Before I, Lin Huanen, have a bad death, I must make you die first! You heard me clearly!"

His Lin family has always cared about Murong Ende, willing to be a subordinate clan of Murong in the south of the Yangtze River.Since her elder sister Lin Huanyu fostered Murong, she has always treated the Murong clan with great courtesy.But Murong Qingcheng is ruthless for an inexplicable treasure map, who is more ungrateful!

He smiled, "But my uncle has vision. When it comes to ruthlessness, I really can't compare with you. If it wasn't for Murong who was about to die, I'm afraid you wouldn't hand over the position of Murong Patriarch. But now that I think about it, the word Murong is serious." Disgusting tight."

He thought for a while and smiled, "By the way, cousin doesn't know? A few days ago, cousin valued Mr. Jiang's rejuvenation, and wanted to overwhelm him as the leader and ask him to join the Qinglong Society? Could it be that cousin married clothes after practicing magic, Do you really think that you are invincible? Some people don't care about being used by others, but it doesn't mean they are willing to be manipulated by others... If you want to blame, you can only blame you, you are too self-righteous."

Although the Azure Dragon Club has the tendency to become a big faction in the Jianghu, it is not number one after all.What's more, that Jiang Chen doesn't seem to be a well-behaved character who is willing to be threatened by others.

I heard from Uncle Ten that Murong Qingcheng insisted on using the matter of selling the Golden Cave to make things difficult for him, and happened to poke his foot sorely.Maybe the Gold-selling Cave on Bat Island is Jiang Chen's taboo, but Murong Huan'en doesn't intend to investigate the relationship between them.

It is beneficial for him to find out some things, but to find out some things is the result of Murong Qingcheng.

For Jiang Chen, Murong Huan'en didn't really like him.After all, a smiling person does not necessarily mean a happy person.Being gentle and courteous is just an illusion, it is the basic demeanor of the children of these aristocratic families, not really amiable, 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 surrounding coldness.

Murong Huanen leaned on the soft handkerchief, casually wiped off the blood on his hands, seemed to have finally admired Murong Qingcheng's embarrassment enough, threw away the blood-stained silk handkerchief, and said to the doctor, "I live How long, and how long he will live like this, can be heard."

The doctor nodded.

Since Lin Deng's accident, Murong Huan'en's health has also been deteriorating, and now his meridians are stagnant, his internal breath is chaotic, and there is no cure for it.He thought of the decisive battle with the reckless man in Chang'an on August [-]th of this year, and laughed at his earlier awakening.

He was destined to die, but for the sake of the Murong family, even if he desperately wanted to protect the Murong family for his cousin and uncle.As a result, the cousin he regarded as the most revered person killed his father with his own hands, so that his mother died of depression, and his sister became seriously ill.

What a cousin.

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

……

Fifth day of May.

On the occasion of the Dragon Boat Festival.

The matter of the magic of the wedding dress is over.

Because the green dragon will suddenly fall down and the monkeys will scatter, and when the dragon head died, it was even more rumored.At the same time, the people who were plundered because of practicing the wedding dress magic skill suddenly reappeared, and all of them were tortured because of this skill. General energy.

Everyone unanimously set their eyes on Tie Zhongtang, the number one hero in the world that everyone praised.Fellow practitioners of the magic wedding dress, why they suffer so much, but Tie Zhongtang has become the best master in the world...

Ding Feng's method is even sharper, and he does not hesitate to release it at this time. The magical skill of wedding dress absorbs other people's internal energy as a lure.Shen Gong finally made wedding clothes for others.

All of a sudden, everyone praised it, but everyone questioned it.

The so-called spreading rumors is one mouthful, but dispelling rumors is a waste of time.We are talking about the Jagged Banner Gate at this time.With the turmoil in the world like this, Yuan Dongyuan still couldn't stay out of it, so he could only temporarily put Jiang Chen's matter aside.

It also suits Jiang Chen's wishes.He didn't even want to see Yuan Dongyuan again.

It's festive season again.As early as a long time ago, when he was hospitalized in hospital clothes, he really loved traveling in the mountains and rivers, but now, the world is hard to tolerate him, and he feels that living in the mountains and forests for a long time is not as prosperous as the world.

Insatiable, must be talking about him.

Whether it is always the most rare thing, the easiest thing to get people to never forget.

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

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

(Live in the statement and receive the bento) Group performances of faceless passers-by A, B, C, D: How to explain his grandma's sackcloth holy religion and the group of leprosy patients?

Ginkgo: Did you ask?You didn't ask.I don't take this pot, thank you.

Ensemble performers A, B, C, D, W, Ji, Geng, Xin (why don’t you grab it): Wow!The original owner is too arrogant!Quick, hit him!

Yuan Dongyuan: The old man may not be in trouble, but if he attacks at will, he will not be happy.After receiving the bento, everyone will receive another bento.

Actors (silent, discussing): A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!Or issue a statement condemning it. (so as not to fall into our good name)

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

Just finish these two chapters

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