after the villain

13.

In the early morning light, Ji Wuming opened his eyes, and the side was empty. The old man had his own place behind the box. Ji Wuming glanced over and saw Lin Yuezhi curled up unsteadily in a corner wrapped in a quilt. I don't know if it's because of the injury or the nightmare, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ji Wuming routinely leaned over to check her pulse, and before Lin Yuezhi woke up, he put his hand on her eyelids.

"It's me, go to sleep." His lowered voice was cold and calm, but there was a different kind of gentleness.

Ji Wuming felt his eyelids under his palms move, his palms itched slightly, and soon he calmed down again. He put his fingers on the tendons of Lin Yuezhi's wrist in this posture.

Ji Wuming suffered from an internal injury. There was no problem on the outside, but her internal strength was unsustainable. On the contrary, Lin Yuezhi suffered mainly from external injuries, but after she was injured, she kept running around and did not have a moment to recover from her injuries. As a result, her internal strength deteriorated. Damaged, kind of hurt the foundation.

"She took the medicine of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the yuan, and she will be fine after a period of time, but you," the old man yawned and sat up, "if you don't take out those little things in your body, sooner or later it will kill you .”

The old man leaned against the box in a daze, the car was dim, and it looked like only one head was talking.

Ji Wuming stuffed Lin Yuezhi's hand into the quilt, didn't care, just frowned and asked, "I haven't seen her take any medicine."

"I put it in the water for her to eat, without anyone noticing, of course you haven't seen it."

The old man finished speaking angrily, and brought the topic back, "It's not that the old man is trying to scare you with evil intentions. The poisonous poison accumulates to the end, and there will be a day when you can't suppress the insect. Not only will you become more and more crazy, Go crazy, explode and die."

Ji Wuming looked at him silently, "So what?"

The old man looked serious, "I'll help you lure the Gu worms out."

"Not now." Ji Wuming flatly refused.

He opened the curtain of the car and went out. Yan Jingyu had just finished practicing the knife and was helping Yan Guitian move things.

Ji Wuming saw that they had packed up the pots and pans and didn't intend to start a fire, so he asked, "Leave?"

"Let's go with the escort team, just in time to open the city gate at Maoshi." Nangong Sheng said.

Yan Jingyu stuffed the things into his hands, took out the warm dry food and handed it to Ji Wuming, then took those things over again, and continued to tidy up silently in Nangong Cheng's speechless expression.

……

When we arrived at Huaiyang City, the city gate had just opened, but there was already a long queue outside the city, and there were only a few people leaving the city.

Nangong Sheng also stayed in Huaiyang for quite a while, so he looked at it strangely.

When there are more people, the benefits of entering the city with the bodyguard team will be highlighted. The city gate guards in each place have special inspections on the bodyguard team, and there is no need to queue up like other people entering the city. Come check it out.

However, Gu Cong and the others escorted a lot of goods, and it took a lot of time to check them one by one, so they simply let Ji Wuming's carriage be inspected first and entered the city.

Huaiyang City is located in Yanzhou, surrounded by water. The waterway is much more developed than the land road. It is a dangerous place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Therefore, it is a must pass to the Central Plains. Not only merchants from Mobei, but also from the Western Regions , There are also many merchants from southern Xinjiang, and there are even Persian merchants from afar. It can be said that it is the most prosperous place on the border, and it has always been known as Little Luoyang.

And the best inn in Huaiyang City is also called Shuifang, but the price is more than twice that of Shuifang in Anyang City. The Zhenyuan Escort Bureau has always been generous, and Gu Cong dared not stay in it. Finally, he took the Escort Bureau to the inn. .

Nangong Cheng was different, the money bag he had been holding back all the way finally had a place to use, so he was naturally not stingy.

The water side of Huaiyang City is not only ridiculously expensive, but also the two big ones in Anyang City. The rooms are divided into heaven and earth, black and yellow, and the Tianzi room is the upper room. A total of eight rooms occupy the entire third floor.

"Young Master Nangong." The shopkeeper recognized Nangong Cheng, a regular customer, at a glance, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Nangong Sheng generously threw out his silk-embroidered purse, and said domineeringly, "Six rooms are required."

The shopkeeper quickly bowed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nangong, we only have three rooms left."

"There are only three rooms left?" Nangong Cheng frowned and glanced back.

The two girls must live in the upper house, and the last one is left. Yan Guitian has never pursued anything, even in a ruined temple.

Nangong Sheng struggled: "Is there really no more room? Money is not a problem."

"This..." The shopkeeper apologized repeatedly, and explained, "You must have seen it when you entered the city just now. The surrounding area is not peaceful recently, and merchants are unwilling to leave Huaiyang. Mr. Nangong, there are really only three rooms."

Nangong Cheng suddenly realized, "I said why the line entering the city at the gate of the city is so long, and the people leaving the city are so few, that's why."

The Tianzi room is on the third floor, and the Dizi room is on the second floor. The shopkeeper asked someone to take over his shift for a while and took him up personally.

A stage was set up on the first floor of the inn, and new theater troupes would always come here to make a name for themselves with private performances. When there were no theater troupes, the storyteller specially hired by the inn would tell stories on it, and it was always very lively.

During this period of time, there has been no theater troupe to reserve the show, and it is rare for the storyteller to speak for four days in a row.

"The west wind howls and destroys the tall buildings. Before the rain comes, the mountains are already worried. The ink cloud drags the rain, and the turbid wine burns into the throat. Urge the horse to go fast and don't look back. When we meet again, the youth travels."

After Mr. finished reading the opening poem, the gavel slapped, and the whole room was quiet.

Someone who came here specially to listen to the book ordered a cup of wine and a plate of appetizers. After listening to a few sentences, he felt something was wrong. Is there a murder on the head?"

The person at the same table shook his head, and whispered in his ear, "A distinguished guest came yesterday, so let's not talk about it."

Such conversations were bustling and bustling, and the quiet place became lively again in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, I don't know how expensive the guest is, and the pomp is so grand." Someone said.

Ji Wuming and his party had just gone up the stairs. Hearing this, Lin Yuezhi gloated and said, "It's right not to say anything about that nonsense book."

Yan Guitian nodded in agreement, "It's really too exaggerated."

Nangong Cheng had another idea, "The book is made up, so it's good if it's interesting, let alone whether it's true or not? Besides, "Endless Cliff" is not bad. I had compiled Tianjia's book before, so that's the real nonsense. Make it up."

Lin Yuezhi stared at him, just wanting to blow him up with a meteor hammer.

"What a bunch of brats." The old man shook his head and squeezed through them, limped up to the third floor and entered the room, not paying any attention to the wind and rain outside.

Ji Wuming turned and followed, followed by Yan Jingyu.

At this moment, someone suddenly made trouble downstairs.

A burly man drew out his big knife and slashed it on the table, angrily said, "I'm going to listen to "Endless Cliff" today, don't care what his mother's guest is, if you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

Immediately there was a commotion, the storyteller was sweating profusely, and said "quiet your anger, calm your anger", the shop clerk saw his domineering appearance, so he rushed to find the supervisor.

"Heh." There was a chuckle from the third floor.

Seeing the clothes flying, someone jumped down from the third floor and slashed at the face of the burly man with a palm.

Seeing that he was about to be chopped to death with a palm, Ji Wuming caught a soft "swoosh" sound from his side, and Yan Guitian popped out a piece of broken silver from his fingertips, and hit the big man's leg directly.

The big man's legs went limp from the pain, and a palm wrapped in strong internal force brushed past his head, and slammed it on the table behind him.

With a loud bang, the table "clicked" to pieces, and the big man fell to the ground, still in shock.

The man wrapped in a black hood straightened up and looked at the palm of his hand, then turned around, revealing half of his hideous and ugly face with scars.

"Hey!" The shopkeeper was taken aback by being caught off guard.

The window of Tianzi No. [-] room on the third floor was pushed open belatedly, and the blond young man lay drunkenly lying on the window, shook the empty wine cup with a smile, and said slowly, "I was in Anyang before, and I also had A storyteller surnamed Han told me about the play "Endless Cliff", and I was not satisfied with it, so he still can't get out of bed."

"You're--would like to hear that play?"

No one dared to answer, Mr. Han's experience in Anyang City had already been spread around, and he did not expect that terrifying foreign noble guest to arrive in Huaiyang.

Ji Wuming, who didn't want to deal with this farce, looked up in surprise, and immediately saw that the guest on the second floor was from Mobei.

The young man laughed in satisfaction, and said to the trembling storyteller, "It's the first time I've heard your opening poem, and it's quite interesting."

The storyteller swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling, "Return, return to the honored guest, that's a half-word written by the villain himself, it won't be able to enter the elegant hall, and it will pollute the ears of the honored guest."

"I think it's much better than the one surnamed Han."

After the young man finished speaking, he prepared to close the window with a bored face, and glanced at Wuming last season.

He was stunned for a moment, then sat up abruptly, clapped his hands and laughed loudly, but he was half drunk, "Aman girl! It turns out that you have come to Huaiyang City, it is really fate!"

Several people looked at Ji Wuming in surprise, Lin Yuezhi frowned fiercely, and put his hand on the meteor hammer at his waist.

Yan Jingyu thought of something from the boy's colorful and eye-catching foreign costume, stood in front of Ji Wuming with a serious expression, and looked up coldly.

"Hey! The vicious Lord has come along." The young man raised his eyebrows and laughed, without hiding his voice at all.

Yan Jingyu's dark eyes sank, and her lips were pursed tightly, making her look even more intimidating.

The sword is drawn, and it is on the verge of fire.

Ji Wuming contemplated for a moment, then said, "Have you seen me?"

The young man lay on the window frame, showing a hurt expression, and condemned: "You don't remember me!"

His eyes seemed to be looking at a heartless person, and the eyes of everyone looking at Ji Wuming became subtle.

Yan Jingyu moved his shoulders, completely blocking the two people's eyes from each other, and then whispered, "Manxianglou."

Ji Wuming still didn't remember.

The young man pursed his lips and said proactively, "On the side of the water in Anyang City that day, I took a look at you on the second floor of the Manxiang Building. You were also wearing today's clothes and wrapped in a cloak. You glanced at you and looked bright. Since then, I have never seen you." Forget, thinking like crazy, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, all eyes and hearts are you."

"Aman girl, Aman girl, I miss you, but you can't even remember my appearance, you really have a cold and hard heart." The young man propped his chin, smiled flamboyantly, and confessed, "But The more you are like this, the more I will surrender to you."

Ji Wuming's expression became colder and colder. The moment his voice fell, he pulled out the boning knife under the cloak with his backhand, and pointed the blade at him: "Are you courting death?"