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

When Jin Yuanbao saw Ding Feng again, his head got bigger. I'm afraid that he will say something again with a smile this time. If the elder brother doesn't help me, the younger brother has no choice but to ask Xiao Tao Hong, Xiao Cui, Xiao Xing, Xiao Jin Gui... to wait for a while to go shopping in front of Mrs. Sister-in-law to become familiar with her. Come.

He had just received a plank and had broken thirty of them. No matter how much fat he had on top of it, this lazy bone couldn't withstand another beating like this.

It was just a matter of breaking into Murong Mansion to lead someone, and it was to buy face for the great God of Wealth in Pinjin Cave. It was fine without a reward, but he was actually punished...

baffling!

Jin Yuanbao only felt that these years were really unlucky.

He still doesn't know why he was punished.

Although the Murong Mansion is quite powerful in Jiangnan, it has gradually declined in recent years, while their Qinglong Society is thriving and is catching up with the Wanfu Wanshou Garden. How could he incur such a painful punishment for breaking into such a small mansion?

Mr. Bat has brought countless benefits to the Qinglong Society, but the Murong family has never interacted with the Qinglong Society. He really didn't know where Jiangnan Murong's face came from, so that the October Hall of the Qinglong Society, which specializes in punishment, came forward to punish him.

When Jin Yuanbao greeted him and sat down, his buttocks did not touch the stool, and he stood up straight again with a howl.

Ding Feng stretched out his hand to help him, and said with a sincere, innocent, uninformed, and gentle worried look on his face, "Ah...brother...what are you..."

Jin Yuanbao slapped his hand away, his face twisted into a ball, his facial features became even less clear, and he howled repeatedly, "I'll stand, I'll stand, I'll stand..."

It seems like it won't hurt anymore.

Ding Feng didn't know what to do, "Brother, are you okay..."

When Jin Yuanbao saw him, he became even more angry, "Ding Feng! Stop pretending to me! Let me ask you, can your master have no news about me being punished?"

Ding Feng pretended to cough, "Hey, brother, what you said is wrong. My young master was detained in Murong Mansion by those people and couldn't escape for a while. You also know that if something happens to this young master, the people below will inevitably be worried. The source of the news is There is a delay, I am not very well-informed, and I need time to repair it. I just heard today that you were injured because of this, so I came here in a hurry."

This statement is simply a rogue, saying that he didn't know about it in the first place, but he came over to visit you as soon as he found out.

He decisively admitted it, but Jin Yuanbao refused to admit it. He still couldn't figure out the reason, so he naturally refused to let the other party look down on him. I thought that the leader of March Hall in Qinglong Society was worse than a declining martial arts family.

"Who said it was because of the Murong family? It didn't happen at all. It's just that Brother Yu made some mistakes and was caught."

Ding Feng didn't mean to expose him at all, and responded decisively, "Oh? It's true. Ah... Then I feel a lot more at ease, little brother." He sat down with peace of mind.

Jin Yuanbao: "..."

He held his waist and stood on the armrest of the chair. He snorted and showed his businessman face, "Say. What's the matter?"

When it came to business matters, Ding Feng stopped talking to him as a brother, "How could you not know what I'm telling you?"

Jin Yuanbao stared at him, but Ding Feng refused to dodge.

Jin Yuanbao laughed twice, his joyful smile disappeared, and he said coldly, "Jin's answer is still the same."

Ding Feng smiled slightly and said indifferently, "Do you know who the leader of your association is?"

"..."

"Jin doesn't know, how can you, people outside the Blue Dragon Society, know?"

Ding Feng's smile continued.

Jin Yuanbao was startled when he saw his expression, "Do you really know?"

Ding Feng put his fingertips into the teacup and wrote the word "Murong" on the table. He said in his mouth, "The leader of the Qinglong Club is extremely mysterious. Bat Island is far away overseas. I usually have nothing to do with the boss Jin who is in charge of the financial resources of the Qinglong Club." Intersection, how do you know the leader of your association? Because I don’t know, I want to ask your Excellency.”

Jin Yuanbao saw the water stains clearly and frowned. Hearing that his words and deeds were inconsistent again, I followed his gaze and saw a small shadow cast on the window paper. My expression immediately became more solemn, and I answered his words, "There's no need to ask for advice. Our leader acts mysteriously, and Jin is just a mere How does one of the twelve hall masters know the true identity of Longtou?"

He wrote on the table, "Who?"

Ding Feng smiled slightly and wrote, Qingcheng.

"Ah, you are one of the twelve hall masters of the Blue Dragon Society, but you don't know who your immediate boss is. Tsk, that's surprising. What do you think? In comparison, am I the one who treats others with more sincerity?"

Jin Yuanbao had a solemn look on his face and refused righteously, "The Qinglong Society is the place where Jin established his career. No matter how magnificent the Jinjin Grotto is, it is nothing to Jin."

But my heart was already trembling because of the two words on the table.

Murong Qingcheng!

Murong Qingcheng!

Damn it! He broke into his immediate boss's mansion!

Jin Yuanbao's heart was filled with chills. Considering Ding Feng's actions in recent days, his face was distorted and his expression was quite cruel. He opened his mouth and cursed silently, "Have you planned on his grandma!?"

In his rage, he didn't dare to shout loudly so that the secret stakers who were watching outside could guess what shocking news he had gotten. Jin Yuanbao felt like his breath was being held in his throat, neither rising nor falling, and he felt dizzy with anger.

According to his information channels, Murong Qingcheng is definitely a ruthless person who will take revenge. The most important thing in his life is the reputation of Murong Mansion. After the death of boss Su Yourong, the temper of his new immediate boss was even more unpredictable. Murder and arson were commonplace. If Murong Qingcheng is the leader, how can he, the man who slapped the Murong family in the face, have an easy time in the future!

Any smart person knows that the boss should not be offended, and the last thing in life is the boss who is a thorn in the dark side.

Ding Feng was wearing a simple but not rude green shirt, with a tall and straight figure, as clear and indifferent as green bamboo. When he smiled at this moment, he saw at a glance that he was a gentle and well-educated kid from an aristocratic family, which made people feel good about him. What you say sounds extremely polite, but in fact it can make people angry to the point of vomiting blood. "Your Excellency has always been clever, but I cannot agree with your words."

In one sentence, he gave two answers at the same time. What was given to Jin Yuanbao was the answer to the second question, but what was given to outsiders was the opinion of the previous sentence.

Jin Yuanbao: "..." Only ghosts believe it.

I have been dealing with Pinjin Cave for a long time, and even if I haven’t met Mr. Bat a few times, I know enough about their behavior. It is true that children do not deceive themselves, and it is also true that they use unscrupulous means.

He is a businessman, and his basic ability is to read people. Murong Qingcheng was narrow-minded and extremely vain. He broke into Murong's house and slapped Murong in the face. Murong Qingcheng would not be able to tolerate him in the future. At this time, it was just that in the Canglong Altar, Lin Dengfang died in the February Hall, and there could be no more storms in the March Hall, so it became a trivial matter. When Canglong Altar stabilizes in the future, he may not be able to escape disaster. However, Gold Sales Cave is certainly not a good place to go. It can be seen from Ding Feng's actions that this person looks gentle and courteous; he always smiles happily when talking to others, but he is extremely cunning and has ulterior motives. If you want others to possess you, use coercion and inducement. There is a sword hidden in the smile, a sword hidden in the mouth, what is the difference between Murong Qingcheng and Murong Qingcheng. Looking left and right, you are all seeking skin from a tiger.

Jin Yuanbao has been able to sit quietly as the leader of the March Hall for many years, so he is naturally not a good-for-nothing idiot. Now he is forced into a dilemma.

Ding Feng saw the hesitation on his face and understood. Youyou said, "Boss Jin, there is no need to doubt anything. My young master sincerely invites you, and he will not do anything to destroy the bridge. I am willing to guarantee this with my life. Since ancient times, good birds choose trees to roost, and Qinglong Tan is indeed the best place to live." We are prospering, but our Bat Island has encountered a great disaster. But as the old saying goes, it is easier to add icing on a cake than to give someone a moment's help in times of trouble. If you wait until the day when our Bat Island makes a comeback, I'm afraid you will decide what to do with me. There’s nothing left to do on Bat Island.”

The people outside the window sneered when they heard this sentence. This was not the first time that he heard that Bat Island was poaching the gold ingot. Unfortunately, when Bat Island was at its peak, the leader of March Hall could not come to him several times. Now that Bat Island has been destroyed, asking for gold ingot to surrender is even more fanciful.

Ding Feng sighed softly, "That's okay. It's normal that you don't want to. But even though my Bat Island is destroyed, we still have to do business." His fingertips landed on the mark left by the four characters Murong Qingcheng, meaning Youyou pointed out, "You and I will still have to do our business."

It refers to business, but it also refers to this transaction.

Jin Yuanbao naturally understood what he meant.

The power of the sword is like the spring breeze turning into rain.

As bright as the moon among the clouds, as graceful as the flowing wind returning to the snow.

If you are not personally hostile, you will not feel the murderous intention of this sword at all.

Peach blossoms, spring rain, and falling flowers are in full bloom.

Ginkgo stood under the tree, staring at him without blinking.

Watch the crimson flowers fall from the branches and fall apart at the tip of his sword.

The silver embroidery pattern was blurred in the dim light. Jiang Chen did not wear a wide-sleeved attire today, but a simple and neat white military uniform with sleeves and a short collar. It was different from his usual frail and modest appearance. The sword light in his hand scattered in all directions, as slow as the breeze and as fast as thunder.

Wherever the sword tip swept, the sword energy exploded and fell to the ground. The sword marks were intertwined and flowers scattered all over the ground.

The sword moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the sword.

This is for those who use the sword to hold on.

But when he sheathed his sword, his expression was indifferent and calm, not like a swordsman at all. It's as if his actions and his heart have been divided into two halves. No matter what his actions are, his heart will always remain unchanged and indifferent. The sword in his hand was stained with blood, but he ignored it.

"...Can you see clearly?"

Ginkgo tightened her sword slightly in her hand and said attentively, "Yes."

Jiang Chen let go of his hand and thrust the long sword straight into the ground, the blade reflecting crimson falling flowers.

"Practice yourself."

He turned and left.

Ginkgo stared at his back for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Chen stood on the long bridge in the courtyard. Although he didn't need it, his eyes always felt tired. He closed his eyes and casually threw down the bait placed on the bridge railing.

There are sounds of water being stirred up by schools of fish vying for food underwater.

All things strive for survival, and ultimately, it is nothing more than life and death. What is the difference between humans and other things?

He moved his fingertips slightly, and a ball of water rose up from the water under the bridge, including a golden fish.

Suddenly I heard Ding Feng's voice, "Master!"

Jiang Chen let go of his hand, and the water ball fell down. The fish hit the rocks in the shallow water, struggled for a while, and then became motionless.

Jiang Chen seemed to realize something. He lowered his head and looked at the water, then turned to Ding Feng and said calmly, "Say."

Ding Feng lowered his head and said with an ugly expression, "Failed."

Jiang Chen was not surprised. Hearing the loss in his tone, he just said, "In less than three days, he will look for you." He suddenly pointed at the stunned fish in the pond, "Do you have any objections to the fish soup tonight? "

Ding Feng was startled, then shook his head decisively, "No! I will do it now!"

Although this kind of fish is just for viewing, it doesn't taste very good.

After sighing, he realized that his young master's internal strength had grown so much. Using force to control water is not as simple as picking flowers and flying leaves to hurt people. Flowing water is invisible and formless, and without deep inner strength, it cannot be easily controlled.

And looking at the young master, he is obviously quite at ease.

"Your martial arts skills have been poor recently. Go find Ginkgo and try your sword skills first."

His tone was still calm, but Ding Feng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Without saying a word, he jumped into the water, picked up the designated fish, held it in his arms, and ran into the peach forest as if escaping. He dared to guarantee that if he didn't leave, it would not be Ginkgo who would test his sword, but the young master himself.