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

Snow is falling.

There is little snow in the south of the Yangtze River, but when it snows, it seems to be more intense than in Kunlun, which has been covered with snow for many years in Jiang Chen's memory.

The snow on the outskirts of the city was almost an inch deep, and the cold wind was blowing the heavy snow at an angle. The vast sky and earth are of the same color and deserted.

Ding Feng simply couldn't figure out why he chose to go out to the city to hunt on such a day.

The cold wind blew on the face, and the cold touch made people's hearts gradually become cold. Jiang Chen carelessly stroked the mane of the white horse's back, lifted the cloak on his body, and took off the bow and arrow.

He has been back for more than a month.

After traveling all over the world, I still feel that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is the most gentle, peaceful and calming.

Jiang Chen naturally also knew that where there are people, there will be right and wrong. How could the land of right and wrong be as peaceful and peaceful as it appears?

The calmer the water, the more turbulent the undercurrent is underneath. He knew what was going on. He needs to become familiar with the darkness extremely quickly.

Ding Feng followed him on horseback, looked at him and shook his head slightly, then reached out and patted the snow off his cloak.

But although he looked calm when riding a horse, no one suspected that he was blind, but how could the people around him not be worried about him.

Young Master, he is more like a normal person than any other normal person, but he is also blind. Riding a horse alone was extremely dangerous, but he decided in his heart that no one else could dissuade him.

The twelfth lunar month of winter.

The horse seemed to sense its master's wandering and slowly stopped. In this instant, the person in front of him walked further.

Jiang Chen never looked back, and seemed to have no intention of looking back.

Ding Feng looked at him and was stunned for a long time. When his figure turned around the corner of the forest and was almost out of sight, he seemed to react. He whipped up his horse whip and galloped the horse to catch up. At this moment, his face was as warm as the spring breeze. His smile disappeared.

He habitually lagged a horse's head behind and followed silently.

Jiang Chen heard the hurried sound of horse hooves and turned his head and glanced, "Why are you so rude?" He stopped for a while, then spurred his horse and whipped his whip. Ding Feng's character really takes after Yuan Suiyun, whether he is deliberately imitating or just because of his nature, he is by no means a reckless person. I don’t know what’s causing the panic at this moment.

Ding Feng was stunned for a moment, never expecting that he would suddenly take the initiative to speak, looking for something to say, "The road is slippery, sir, be careful."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and did not go into details, "You too." How could a master care about slippery roads and worry about falling snow, but he did not refute, but responded politely.

Ding Feng was simply flattered. After Master Yuan saved him to Bat Island, he personally taught him all the martial arts. After he learned the skills, he avenged his family, so he was willing to follow him and be loyal. But as soon as he arrived on Bat Island, the young master became serious and his methods... were also quite fierce. Ding Feng respected him and never dared to overstep his bounds. Today's casual remark, the young master was not as suspicious as usual and laughed at his eyes, but responded.

Ding Feng rubbed his face and smiled, but it was no longer as superficial as before.

The two walked for another distance in silence, so silent that they could only hear the rustling of white snow and the cold wind between heaven and earth.

Ding Feng thought of the news about Wuzheng Villa and asked tentatively, "Master, are you really going to do this?"

Jiang Chen lowered his head and stroked the horse's mane, as if he was temporarily deaf again.

Ding Feng asked again, "Sir, do you really want to sever contact with the Villa?"

Jiang Chen still didn't answer.

He was usually the most discerning person, but at this moment, he seemed to have no regard for whether his young master was willing to answer or not, and asked again, "Since Chu Liuxiang is dead, I'm afraid no one will know what happened on the island. If the young master is worried about implicating the old village owner, there is no need." ,Only……"

He only said half of his words, but when he saw Jiang Chen's eyes, he swallowed the other half.

The eyes of blind people always have a lingering look of loneliness and desolation. But when he is so calm and looks at you without saying a word, it is always difficult for you to have any thoughts of embarrassing him.

Jiang Chen turned his head and rode his horse slowly towards the official road leading to the city. He didn't want to care whether it would implicate Wuzheng Villa. However, what he wants to do is not to be sure of anything, he just wants to hit the mark with every shot.

It is undoubtedly a bad idea to place hope on that illusory luck. All dangers must be nipped in the bud.

Ding Feng sighed, feeling a little down. The young master always keeps everything in his mind and never talks to anyone. If he doesn't go back, I'm afraid he will still worry about Wuzheng Villa. If not, why would he remain anonymous here? The young master has always respected his father the most. If he said that he did not avoid suspicion this time, he would not believe it even if he were beaten to death. The young master is cautious by nature. Unless it is confirmed that everyone on the island is dead and no one can expose the secret of Bat Island, he will probably never involve Wuzheng Villa again. The Golden Gold Cave on Bat Island has been established for more than five years, but no one knows its relationship with the young master, which is proof.

When he traveled around the world to inquire for news, he had already heard that the former old man of Dongyuan loved this young son the most, but who knew how much the former man admired and respected his father. Ding Feng had only been with him for two or three years, but it was enough to see that the young master was extremely proud, but he could only obey his father in everything. Even Bat Island was carried out in secret by himself. If something happens one day, it will definitely have nothing to do with Wu Zheng Villa.

Since Wuzheng Villa was built three hundred years ago, famous heroes have emerged in large numbers. It has only been nearly fifty years, but there has been no astonishing one. Wuzheng Villa has accumulated great prestige, so it can still bear the name of the first family in the martial arts world. However, if it continues for a long time, Wuzheng Villa will eventually disappear. The contemporary owner of the village, Yuan Dongyuan, is indifferent by nature and does not take this matter seriously. But his love for his only son was undoubtedly one of the extremely important reasons why the young master established Bat Island. With the young master's temperament, it is absolutely impossible for him to watch Wuzheng Villa disappear from the world.

He has been blind since he was three years old, but he has a kind of arrogance and unwillingness in his heart that no one else has. The more unfair God is to him, the more he wants to be perfect in everything, to prove that he is not less than anyone else. Who could make a person like the young master surrender to his fate?

When he built Bat Island, he had calculated all possible outcomes, good and bad. But I never expected that Chu Liuxiang would step into the gold-selling cave without hesitation. He never expected that he could easily lose his life in a moment of anger.

Suddenly a white shadow flashed among the trees.

Before Ding Feng could react to Jiang Chen's abnormal speculations in recent days, an arrow disappeared into the barren grass with a whoosh.

Jiang Chen blinked and put away his long bow, "What is it?"

Ding Feng got off his horse, pushed aside the withered grass and carried the white rabbit by its ears to him, "Sir, rabbit."

In the past few days, he has completely adapted to the life of being unable to see. This time, he was about to take it extremely accurately, but Ding Feng stopped him, "Young master, there is blood."

Jiang Chen's hand paused, "Dead?"

He could clearly feel that the air flow was different and it was still struggling.

Ding Feng shook his head and looked at the long arrow on the rabbit's hind leg, "No, it didn't hurt any vital parts."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, "Wash it clean and bring it over."

Ding Feng grabbed the rabbit and touched his chin, feeling that he understood these five words.

Although he had caught a prey, at this moment he suddenly lost the good mood of being familiar with the senses that he had imagined when he came here, and he said without interest, "Go back."

Ding Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a serious illness at the age of three, the young master became blind and suffered from physical problems. It's freezing cold. Even if he has internal energy to protect his body, no matter how long it can last, it's better to go back as early as possible.

He was worried for more than just one day. I heard that the miracle doctor Zhang Jianzhai once treated the young master at the invitation of the old village owner, but he was helpless and warned him not to let him get too emotional. He personally ordered the bombing of Bat Island that day, ruining several years of hard work. Ding Feng himself felt distressed for a long time, let alone the young master. Later, she found out that he didn't care much and showed no sadness or regret at all. Ding Feng felt relieved again. If you think about it carefully, the young master has grown up in Wuzheng Villa since he was a child, and his vision is naturally very comparable to others. Although there are many rare treasures on Bat Island, it is indeed not worthy of the attention of a noble man like him. His worries are unfounded.

Jiang Chen unconsciously compared everything after his arrival with the original plot, and suddenly remembered, "How is the situation at Wu Weiyang?"

Although the question was about Wu Weiyang, he was also asking about the affairs of the Shenlong and Fengwei gangs.

Ding Feng reacted immediately, "A Yunying appeared on the way! I heard he was Yun Conglong's nephew, but don't worry, sir, my subordinates will definitely find a way to deal with him."

Jiang Chen clasped his fingertips and said, "...it's better to block it than to open it up."

As soon as these words came out, Ding Feng knew that the fake Wu Weiyang had become an outcast.

"Sir, Bat Island has been destroyed, what's the use of the Shenlong and Phoenix Tail gangs?" Why bother so much?

Jiang Chen said lightly: "How can it be useless?"

Gangs that control transportation up and down the Yangtze River will always be useful.

…

Snowy night.

Lunar New Year's eve.

Jiang Chen was sitting in the inner room holding a rabbit. He was covered in fur, and when he sat quietly, he seemed as harmless as a rabbit.

There is a portrait of a man hanging in front of him, with a handsome face and a handsome face. Even though the artist's skill is really hard to describe, the man in the painting can't hide his elegant and suave temperament.

This is a wanted poster.

"Reward for arrest: To protect the people of Jinling, we are offering a reward of one thousand taels of gold for the arrest of the criminal Chu Liuxiang."

Ding Feng stood beside him, finished reading for him, and said quietly, "In my opinion, what is the purpose of the official's move?"

Jiang Chen pinched the rabbit's ears, thoughtfully.

It is undeniable that since Chu Liuxiang became famous in the world, he has been known as a big thief and a small thief. But for one thing, the people he stole were mostly in the rivers and lakes and rarely involved the government. Secondly, what is stolen is usually something whose origin is difficult to explain in a few words. Even if the owner is stolen, he can only suffer the loss of being dumb in order to avoid trouble. In the third case, Chu Liuxiang has great light skills, and the art of disguise is even more difficult to distinguish between real and fake. He has many friends in the world, and it is extremely difficult to hunt him down. Even the white-clothed god with ears miles away, and the best catcher in the world, did not care about this bandit commander at that time. There is no way. In the end, the government had to turn a blind eye to him.

How could Chu Liuxiang suddenly be wanted now? In just a moment, Tie Zhongtang, miles and miles away, as white as one, and various names of golden flowers appeared in my mind. Jiang Chen rubbed his brows to calm down the impatience and confusion in his heart. The real purpose of this wanted order was obviously not to arrest people, but to find people.

Chu Liuxiang's friend is really powerful and can even use the power of the government.

The city was brightly lit amid layers of wind and snow, and the faint sound of fireworks could be heard in the distance. So lively, so festive. Jiang Chen took two steps and opened the window. The cold wind suddenly came in from the window, which cleared his mind a lot. The brilliant fireworks in the night sky fell into his eyes. They were brilliant for a moment, but they couldn't even stir up half the joy and enthusiasm after that.

Jiang Chen faced the darkness in front of him and suddenly no longer cared about Chu Liuxiang's news. He asked Ding Feng, "Does it look good?"

Ding Feng raised his head and saw the bright fireworks outside the window, but did not dare to answer. Sir, are you asking about fireworks? If it was fireworks, no matter whether they were good or bad, he couldn't see them after all.

In fact, a person who is blind at the age of three may not even know what fireworks look like.

Jiang Chen said, "It sounds really lively." The sound of firecrackers marked the end of the year, and the spring breeze brought warmth to Tusu. Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new is really a beautiful hope for ordinary people. However, there are also people in the world who hope that time will stand still and never move forward. Jiang Chen thought.

Ding Feng nodded with difficulty, "Yes, tonight is New Year's Eve."

The door was banged twice.

Granny Liu led a group of waiters in carrying food boxes, "Sir, let's try the dumplings for New Year's Eve."

Ding Feng had already received the wanted order on the table in his sleeve. At this time, he took it from Granny Liu with a gentle and kind smile on his face. People, after receiving the bonus, go and get busy."

Mrs. Liu was even more happy and gave a salute happily, "Thank you, Mr. Ding. Thank you, Mr. Ding."

Ding Feng glanced at the table. Ding Feng really couldn't figure out Jiang Chen's preferences. Tonight, New Year's Eve, he just prepared a meal based on what he had eaten at Wuzheng Villa in previous years.

"Sir...then...New Year's Eve dinner..."

Jiang Chen turned around, and as the lights flickered out, Ding Feng couldn't see his expression clearly for a moment.

He came over, handed the rabbit he was using as a heater to Ding Feng, walked to the basin and washed his hands. Sitting at the table, he didn't hear Ding Feng's movements and said calmly, "Come and sit."

Ding Feng was startled, "This is not in line with etiquette." He was ineffective in doing things, and he was satisfied that the young master did not abandon him on Bat Island out of anger. How dare you sit at the same table with him now.

"sit."

The meaning of this word is not to let him say it a third time.

Ding Feng was silent.

After a long time, Jiang Chen suddenly said, "You don't have to think too much. I just don't like someone."

Ding Feng bowed to him without any warning, with tears in his eyes, "I will definitely kill you in the future."

Such a loyal vow never stirred up any more waves in Jiang Chen's heart. He was too lazy to pay attention to what the man in front of him was thinking about, and his reply tone was extremely calm, "Sit down."

Jiang Chen took the chopsticks, picked up the dumplings and ate quietly. After a while, he hugged his porcelain bowl and said in a calm tone, "What? I can teach you martial arts, but you still want me to teach you how to eat?" "

He sounded seriously like an old scholar. What I'm talking about is 1 1. You still want me to teach you something as simple as 1?

It fell on Ding Feng's ears, and he was forced to repeat the simple action of picking up chopsticks three times.

The same dishes are also placed on the table of Wuzheng Villa.

New Year's Eve is supposed to be a prosperous time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, but Wuzheng Villa is bleak with black silk and white lights everywhere.

At this moment, the respected old man in the martial arts world and the owner of Wuzheng Villa, dressed in dull black, sat at the table in silence.

His hair was still tied up as neatly as before, but the white in it had become obvious. His clothes were still as solid as before, but no one cared about the wrinkles in his clothes. His eyes were still as gentle and peaceful as before, but the bloodshot eyes further confirmed how haggard he had been over the past few months.

He still can't believe that Yuan's only incense has been cut off like this.

On the table are the New Year dishes specially prepared for Yuan Suiyun in previous years. His taste has always been light, but he didn't notice it in the past years. Now it seems that this has become a farewell dish for him.

Yuan Dongyuan seemed to see that child again. Every time he sat in front of him, he looked well-behaved.

Yuan Dongyuan opened his mouth and called, "Suiyun..." After a while, he picked up a piece of dumpling and placed it in the empty bowl opposite, "Here, let's eat dumplings."

Yuan Dongyuan only had this son in his fifties, and he almost regarded him as his fate. Now, how can he accept the news of his tragic death.

He was so depressed that even the servants of the villa couldn't bear to see him. He sighed repeatedly and said that he didn't know how the young owner of the village could be so cruel and leave his father behind.

After a long time, even the heat of the food on the table gradually disappeared. Yuan Dongyuan sat there, staring at the dumplings in a daze, as if if he looked at them for a while longer, the person who should eat the dumplings would reappear in front of him.

Master Kumei, who survived the disaster, has already said that he followed the cloud to Bat Island. And Bat Island disappeared in the explosion. But before he could go to Huashan to confirm, Ku Mei passed away a few days after his words came out.

He did not expect that his son would not go to visit Huangfu Gao, but would go on an adventure overseas.

In previous years, this villa was always busy at this time, but now it has become like this.

On a cold night, the watch rang three times. Yuan Dongyuan stood up and walked step by step to the mourning hall. His eyes were filled with black and white, and he remained silent for a long time.

The father was so incompetent that even the body of his child could not be found. Even a grave can be made into a cenotaph.

Jiang Chen also stood in front of a tablet.

Ding Feng asked him, who is this unknown tablet?

Jiang Chen said casually, "Of course the only one who died was Yuan Suiyun."

These words were absolutely terrifying on a cold night.

Ding Feng didn't dare to answer the question again. He still just thought that the young master didn't want Yuan Suiyun's identity. He didn't dare to think about the deeper reasons, and he couldn't think of them at all.

Jiang Chen lit the huozhezi and lit three sticks of incense, with a very faint smile on his face. Ding Feng saw it and felt excited.

After returning from Bat Island, the young master stopped smiling for a long time.

When he smiled, Ding Feng felt not relaxed, but depressed.

Jiang Chen said lightly, "Life should not be so boring."

He inserted the incense stick into the incense burner very accurately, leaving three small pits in the sand.

At this moment, Ding Feng completely overturned the conclusion that the young master was gentle and modest and planned to retire from the world to cultivate his character. He was even more terrifying than when he was on Bat Island.

The author has something to say: Jiang Chen: "Wash it and send it over."

Ding Feng grabbed the rabbit and touched his chin, feeling that he understood these five words.

In the evening, a pot of braised rabbit meat.