after the villain

02.

Ji Wuming never imagined that he would be forced to wear women's clothing even though he is a majestic big devil.

——After hearing Yan Jingyu's name that day, he was quite concerned, and the injury was indeed serious. In addition, he suffered from the cold in the cold pool, and his internal strength was stagnant, so he stayed in the valley to recuperate.

This valley is called Tianji Valley, there are organs and Qimen Dunjia formation inside and outside, almost no contact with the outside world, in a state of seclusion, only the crazy lame old man and Yan Jingyu in the valley all the year round.Every now and then the old man felt bored, so he would send Yan Jingyu outside to pick up one or two patients, and when he was almost cured, he would throw them out and let them fend for themselves.

The old man's mechanical skills are outstanding, but his medical and poison skills are no less than mechanical skills.All the patients brought into the valley are basically not cured, and those who can be cured are basically impossible to go out sober.Even if he could go out awake, the stone forest formation outside the valley changed for no reason, even if he deliberately wanted to remember it, it would be difficult to come in if he was not proficient in this way.

Therefore, although many people have been healed in this valley, it is still not well-known and no one knows about it.

"That's the case. No wonder Man has been in Qingzhou for many years, but he has never heard of the name of Tianji Valley." Ji Wuming concealed his identity and only called himself Ji Man.

But Ah Man is a small character he has used for many years since he was a child, so it is not a lie.

Ji Wuming watched Yan Jingyu practice martial arts under the tree with a short-handled knives that were as long as his forearms. His steps were light and his feet were steady. It was obvious that he had practiced martial arts since he was a child.He didn't have any tricks in every move, but he was extremely ruthless, and he greeted the door of life with every move.

If it is said that his lightness kung fu is one or two better than Nangong Sheng's, then the kung fu of concealing aura is definitely one of the best in the world.

It can make Ji Wuming feel the approach only between the dimensions. In this world, Yan Jingyu is the second besides the master of Xiaoyu Loubai.

But Yan Jingyu's appearance is fiercer, and his personality is also quieter, but he doesn't behave like an assassin.

He can repair the eaves, weed and plant the fields, light a fire to cook simple meals, and cook hot water for others to use... Yan Jingyu has only a few clothes, all worn for many years, Ji Wuming When asking him to borrow clothes, he also gave him some newer ones.

Ji Wuming speculated in his heart that Yan Jingyu was an assassin, and he tried to test it calmly, "Mr. Yan has been in the valley for many years? Have you ever thought of going out to see it?"

Yan Jingyu put away the knife and stood up, frowned, thinking of something, the coldness and fierceness all over her body became heavier, and she replied coldly, "It's not very beautiful, it's the same everywhere."

Ji Wuming's eyes flickered, he hid his guess in his heart, smiled, and didn't ask any more.

In addition to the three of them, there was another patient in Tianji Valley, but the patient was bedridden with a strange poison. Ji Wuming followed Yan Jingyu to that man's courtyard once, and was smoked by the strong smell of herbs inside. Then never set foot again.

In the first few days, Ji Wuming just groped in the valley aimlessly, recuperating from his injuries.

Until the old man prepared the antidote medicine bath for the patient who was suffering from a strange poison, broke through and came out, and had time to see his new patient who had been put on hold for a long time, the peaceful days of recuperating from his wounds became wrong.

Although Ji Wuming had heard Yan Jingyu say that the old man was a little crazy, he was seriously injured in the early years, his face was burned, his tendons were broken, he became lame, and his mind was not clear, but he never thought that he could not be sober To the point of misidentifying his gender.

No matter how many times Ji Wuming corrected him, the other party still went his own way, mouthing one girl at a time, still giggling, and said quite proudly, "Girl Aman, don't bully the old man with a poor memory, I still remember your face of."

Then he took out a picture scroll.

The picture scroll is old and damaged, the picture has probably been soaked in water, and the ink is smeared. It can only be seen vaguely that it is a tall woman, wearing a red dress and a red umbrella with a bead curtain hanging on the umbrella. Looking back in the heavy snow, the temperament is as dusty as a fairy.

Even if you can't see the facial features clearly, you can still feel that this is an extraordinary woman.

Pointing at the painting, the old man said firmly, "Look, this eyebrow is just like a girl's."

Ji Wuming looked at the blurred facial features and remained silent.

His eyes shifted slightly, and he looked at the clearly visible painting time under the seal. He was speechless and choked. After holding back, he calmed down and said kindly, "Man is twenty-four this year, Emperor Xuan is 28 years old, Man has not yet been born, sir, don't joke around."

However, the old man couldn't hear him, and stubbornly decided that he was a woman. When he was taking a bath, he secretly changed the clothes he borrowed from Yan Jingyu into a skirt, and carefully placed pearls, hairpins and silver tins beside him.

Ji Wuming refused to wear it, and wanted to leave Tianji Valley at night. As soon as he stepped out of the bamboo house door, he saw the wooden kite he had seen on the first day in the valley, flying in midair with difficulty. , also equipped with a very large continuous crossbow.

He frowned and looked around, and in the dark, he found several crossbows aimed at him, some tied to trees, some hanging on the beams, and some hidden behind the window aimed at his vest...the crossbows were loaded into boxes The arrows of the arrows glowed with a black chill.

Obviously poisoned.

If it was a period of complete victory, not to mention these crossbows, Ji Wuming would dare to face many martial arts masters by himself, but he would end up with a serious injury.

However now...

He covered his stuffy chest, swallowed the blood surging in his throat, gritted his teeth and retreated into the room.

Ji Wuming is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die in the hands of this weird old man for such a weird reason. He can only choose to stay in the valley to recuperate his injuries.

Fortunately, the old man is crazy, but Yan Jingyu is neither crazy nor stupid, and prepares meals for him on a regular basis every day.

Ji Wuming thought that things were going to be deadlocked like this, and when the fire burned his heart one day, causing him to pass out in pain, he suddenly realized that the crazy old man had poisoned him!

In the evening of the next day, Ji Wuming woke up in the bamboo hut, and found that the whitish green shirt that belonged to Yan Jingyu on his body had been replaced by a moon-white skirt with wide sleeves and cross-collared waist.

The skirt is made of high-quality workmanship, with exquisite embroidery patterns. The red edge is the bottom, and there is a faint radiance on it.

He could see that from the material to the workmanship, the clothes were not ordinary items hanging outside in the silk and satin village, but custom-made at a high price, and there were exquisite jade pendants, tassels and silk embroidered sachets specially hung on the waist.

There is no one or two taels of silver in this body, so I'm afraid I won't be able to take it.

However, no matter how well it is done, it cannot conceal the fact that it is women's clothing.

"Madman!" Ji Wuming spat, angry from the heart, got out of bed and opened the suitcase, looking for a men's clothing to change into, but what he saw was a lot of women's clothing, all of which were finely crafted and beautifully styled, and beside them were There are two small sandalwood carved boxes.

He opened it one by one to see, a box full of ring-worn sachets, pearls, hairpins and silver tins, a box of rouge, gouache, lipstick, and a carved glass mirror.

Looking at himself in the glass mirror, Ji Wuming choked speechlessly: "..."

With such a complete set of things, Ji Wuming reasonably suspects that the crazy old man has planned for a long time, but it just so happens that he is so unlucky and fits what the old man thinks, so he is forced to put on women's clothes by all means.

After such a tossing, his anger calmed down quite a bit. Smelling the fragrance from the sachet or clothes, he pressed his forehead helplessly and walked out of the bamboo house. In the opposite yard, the old man was sitting on the ground repairing the wood kite.

When he heard the movement, he turned his head and showed a strange smug smile, "Hee hee, you see, the old man has a sharp eye, and if he says you are a woman, you can't hide it from me."

Ji Wuming: "..."

He was too lazy to waste energy arguing with this lunatic, he just asked feebly, "Who changed my clothes?"

"Of course it's Xiao Que'er!" The old man raised his voice and called Yan Jingyu.

Yan Jingyu was practicing in the bamboo forest, came out covered in thin sweat, and was stunned when she saw Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming knows that his facial features are exquisite, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes that are very similar to his mother. When he is not smiling, he has a three-point smile. Although his stature is a bit taller than ordinary people, his face is somewhat indistinguishable.

It is for this reason that he wears a mask.

In recent years, his face has opened up a bit, not as delicate as he was when he was a teenager, but Ji Wuming has seen through the glass mirror. Apart from his height, it is not against harmony for him to wear women's clothes, on the contrary, he is a little more free and easy and heroic.

Thinking of this, seeing Yan Jingyu in a daze, he glanced at him and said angrily, "I've seen the clothes you changed with me a long time ago, why are you still in a daze?"

Yan Jingyu blinked, her face was rarely flushed, showing some embarrassment.

He retracted his gaze and quickly explained, "The incense on your clothes can suppress the poison in your body."

When Ji Wuming came out, he had already guessed, so it was not surprising, "No wonder."

"Hee hee, am I smart, old man?" Ignoring Ji Wuming's gloomy expression, the old man picked up a wooden gear and looked at it, then shook his head and said, "Aman, a girl from every family, there is a chivalrous spirit who roams the rivers and lakes and fights for righteousness." It’s good to be angry, so why pretend to be a man? Look at the skirts I prepared for you, which one doesn’t look better than men’s clothes?”

"Don't worry, if someone in the Jianghu dares to say something, the old man will serve him with the most powerful poison, and he will keep it submissive!" The old man said with a smile, his expression was quite serious under the madness, and he didn't know what to do through it. Who did he see.

Ji Wuming took a deep look at him, but didn't say much after all.

Anyway, he was going to leave here sooner or later, arguing with others was useless, he might as well heal his wounds quickly and find a way out.

Fortunately, this crazy old man didn't pay much attention to him when he was forcing him to wear women's clothes. Even after he put on women's clothes, he treated him better and came to check his pulse from time to time.

After more than a month, the weather gradually turned cold, and Ji Wuming's skirts were replaced by slightly thicker jackets. Most of his external injuries healed, but he found that his internal energy could not be condensed, and his meridians felt stagnant as soon as he exercised his kung fu. Astringent, chest tightness.

Before he fell off the cliff, he forcibly endured Yan Guitian's Heavenly Will Sword Art, and his internal injuries were indeed severe, and the Gu worms in his body were accompanied by Gu poison. This kind of situation where he couldn't use his internal energy for some inexplicable reasons, he didn't think about it.

Until the poisoned bedridden patients next door got up and went out of the valley, but he could only condense a small amount of internal force, Ji Wuming noticed something was wrong.

His first reaction was that the old man had tampered with him again.

He frowned and went out to ask the old man for an explanation, but the old man didn't know whether he was guilty or something, and he couldn't even see a ghost in hiding.

Ji Wuming vomited blood in anger, and finally decided to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he went to ask Yan Jingyu first.Anyway, I have been under the influence of my ears and eyes for many years, and I can always know something.

When he found Yan Jingyu, the other party was tidying up the room where Li Gu's patients lived.

The patient bathed in medicine all day long, and the room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, which lingered even if the windows were opened for ventilation.

Covering his nose and holding his breath, Ji Wuming went in, and saw the suitcase opened wide, inside was a black robe neatly stacked, with a blue-faced fangs beast totem painted on it—exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream.

"The Nether Cult!" Ji Wuming's face was gloomy and cold.