after the villain

54.

"That is to say, the third prince of Da Chengguo was killed at the inn, and the two of you happened to pass by on the roof, so you are now wanted as a murderer?" After Nangong Sheng finished his sentence, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't even hold his fan. .

He looked at Yan Jingyu, who was expressionless, and then at Ji Wuming, who was calm, and unconsciously murmured with a Suzhou accent, "Good boy, if you don't sing, you're already a blockbuster."

Ji Wuming raised his eyebrows. Compared to Nangong Cheng's exaggerated reaction, he was very calm and relaxed. He could even ask them, "Do you want to eat?"

Nangong Cheng laughed, and waved his hands, "Let's wait until I finish digesting it first." Knowing such a big event, he really can't eat it for a while.

Ji Wuming didn't force it, and when he turned around, he shared the dry food with Yan Jingyu, and obeyed Yan Guitian, who had been sitting with frowning eyebrows since just now, suddenly said, "You shouldn't have run away."

He straightened his eyes and said solemnly and honestly, "Since you didn't commit the crime, you should explain it clearly and cooperate with the government's investigation."

"You can't say that." Nangong Cheng immediately retorted, "If it's another government office, it's fine. It just takes a while to wait for the result, but the death of a prince's guest in the post station is not a trivial matter. It's not a Luoyang government office to deal with. It's the sharpest knife in the hands of the Son of Heaven, the Six Doors."

Speaking of the six doors, Nangong Cheng didn't make fun of him anymore, he still looked like Yan Guitian when he was serious, he tapped his fan in the air, and said in a low voice, "Six doors never make sense, I'd rather kill you by mistake." One hundred, never let one go. Xue Jianshou judges the case, regardless of the inside story, first puts on the torture instrument and waits for it. Wherever it passes, it is impossible for even a bird to fly out intact, let alone the prisoner who fell into his hands ?”

He said with a half smile, "If Miss Ahman and Brother Yan don't escape, I can only go to Jiang Dutong today to ask for the cold corpse."

Yan Guitian's expression changed, his throat tightened a little, and he refuted with difficulty, "How can you trust the rumors among the market? Senior Shen has high morals and prestige, so he must not be like this."

Nangong Cheng lamented, "There must be a reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere."

Yan Guitian sat there stiffly and silently, with a rather bewildered look on his face.

Ji Wuming knew very well that if Jiang Xu hadn't intervened temporarily at that time, he might have fallen into the situation that Nangong Sheng stated.

But he didn't say much, just said, "This matter is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words. As long as President Yan knows that we are not escaped from prison."

"Isn't it a prison escape?" Nangong Cheng tapped his chin with his fan, lowered his eyes and thought deeply, Yan Guitian was finally relieved.

They talked all the way, but didn't go too far, and slept at the foot of Songshan Mountain.

At first they thought they were safe and sound, but in the middle of the night, they saw flames soaring into the sky, the sky was reddened red, it looked like Shaolin Temple had flooded.

Yan Guitian frowned, and hurried up the mountain without saying a word.

"Probably something happened, Brother Yan and I will go and have a look." Nangong Sheng explained a few words in a hurry, even remembering their status as wanted criminals at the moment, they all flew out, his instructions were still floating in the air, "The other party doesn't know if it's an enemy or a friend, remember to hide your identity."

Ji Wuming: "..." The righteous chivalrous man broke his heart for the evil palace master.

In fact, it was at the foot of Songshan Mountain. The place where Ji Wuming and the others slept was still ten feet away from the foot of the mountain. It was winter, and the mountains were cold, so naturally it was impossible to lie at the foot of the mountain all night.

Ji Wuming felt that it should not be such a coincidence, someone came here, he and Yan Jingyu probably could hide in the tree for a while.

However, Nangong Sheng is a crow's mouth, and he is still a crow's mouth full of bad ideas.

When Ji Wuming heard the rustling sound of chasing in the distance, he felt that something was wrong. He just sat up straight and before he had time to take a look, he saw the strong internal force wrapped in the cold sword energy and blasted across the area.

Forced to retreat, Ji Wuming and Yan Jingyu retreated and appeared in the shadow of the tree.

"So it's still hidden here." The woman's voice was cold and dusty, in the flat ground that was forcibly cut out, Ji Wuming looked from a distance, and saw a few corpses lying there silently.

The cold sword light faintly saw the woman's Taoist robe and frost-white hair. Lu Huanxi held the sword drawn from the Buddha dust, turned around and took a step, the surging murderous aura raged in the forest, and the white Buddha dust stained There was blood, but the blade was not stained at all.

Ji Wuming leaned back violently, and with a flick of his wrist, the Buddha knife was unsheathed, colliding with the sudden silvery white cold light.

"bass"!When the soldiers met at close quarters, they let out a soft cry, and the trembling tiger's mouth tingled.

The strong wind blew Ji Wuming's hood, and those peach blossom eyes reflected the whiteness of the sword light, and he was blind for a moment.

While breathing, the two fought each other for several moves. The young man with a dagger inserted forcefully across the air, separating the two for a short time. He didn't like to fight. With a "swoosh", two cold lights were drawn in the night sky.

Lu Huanxi turned his head to avoid two hidden weapons, and was about to bully him, but saw that the young man did not retreat, but landed on a tree not far away, and his fingers quickly assembled a small and exquisite combo like an afterimage. The crossbow, and then he hooked his toes to the branch and fell back suddenly, making an upside-down posture and then folding his body back.

The cloak was lifted, the long hair fell down, the young man's phoenix eyes were as black as lacquer, heavier than the night, he pointed in the direction of Lu Huanxi, and with a movement of his fingers, nine arrows shot into a black crossbow. The arrows were shot by him with that wonderful posture Qi Qi sent.

Almost at the moment of shooting, he fell from the tree.

The whole process is but a moment.

Lu Huanxi snorted coldly, "Evil heretics", and when he looked up, a sword light broke all nine crossbows and arrows, without hurting him at all.

But Yan Jingyu had expected it long ago, and it wasn't to hurt her in the first place.

Yan Jingyu rolled on the ground, and when he stood up, the dagger was drawn backhanded, and Ji Wuming bullied himself to fight Lu Huanxi in his eyes, and he rushed over from the side to help.

The two cooperated seamlessly.

Ji Wuming is a rare master in Jianghu. Although his injury is not completely healed, he can only use less than [-]% of his combat power, but Yan Jingyu's elusive skills and hidden weapons cleverly make up for the deficiency, and he is a well-deserved number one in Jianghu. The Juggernaut sinking boat is here, and it is absolutely impossible to deal with it easily.

Lu Huanxi is a top-notch master, and his swordsmanship is comparable to that of Gu Lianshu, but there is still some distance from the sinking boat.

She was forced to take a few steps back, turned her head against the moonlight, and belatedly pulled a line of blood on her face, and some blood beads rolled down.

Lu Huanxi wiped the blood off his face casually, and said softly, "What a sharp knife."

"I am Lu Huanxi of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. Buddha Chen's sword does not kill nameless ghosts, so report your name." Lu Huanxi's voice was extremely cold, and his murderous words seemed to be talking about ordinary things.

Ji Wuming didn't want to fight a life-and-death battle with him, so he said, "Master Lu, I have no intention of being a thief, why do you just talk about swords?"

"Don't coax me." The Shaolin Temple was sneaked into the flames, she chased the thief down the mountain, entered the forest, and swung her sword, and there were really two sneaky passers-by who dared not show their faces ?

Lu Huanxi didn't believe there was such a coincidence in the world.

Ji Wuming saw what she was thinking, and thought it was a coincidence, and said helplessly, "Master Lu, the two of us really just slept in the open, and we suffered for nothing, and we are really wronged. If I People who are really in the same boat as those people will not explain it to you here now, but just turned around and ran away."

"Master Lu, don't you think so?"

Lu Huanxi frowned, looked at him suspiciously, but still did not put away his sword, "If you weren't, why didn't you dare to show your face?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ji Wuming to speak, he swung his wrist neatly and pulled a sword flower, "Don't babble, whether it's true or not, it will be clear when I catch you and interrogate you."

As he said that, the sword energy wrapped in internal force was about to swing over.

In the forest, the sound of a wooden fish and a very light Buddha's name came to mind.

Lu Huanxi and Ji Wuming paused at the same time, the latter clenched the handle of the knife warily.

A coarse-cloth monk came out of the woods. He lowered his eyebrows and twirled a string of Buddhist beads. His whole body was soaked in the light of compassion. The living Buddha stood in front of him.

Just listen to the monk reciting the Buddha's name lightly, "Amitabha, Lu Zun wait a moment."

Ji Wuming realized who this person was almost instantly when he saw him.

Sure enough, Lu Huanxi put away the Buddha dust sword, returned a salute in a serious manner, and solemnly read four words: "Master Huilin."

Ji Wuming quietly looked at Hui Lin who suddenly inserted to calm the tense atmosphere.

It was mentioned before that, among the Seven Masters of the Martial Arts, Fairy Qiongyu has a long life, and Master Hui Lin is the youngest, but her seniority is the same as Fairy Qiongyu.In fact, it was Hui'an's death that caused this reason.

Hui'an returned to the Buddha by himself, the abbot lost his own disciple, and the next Shaolin director was gone, so he accepted the current Master Hui Lin.Naturally, Hui Lin is not as good as Hui An who was once known as the Buddha's son in Buddhism, and Chen Xuanqing forged a knife and gave it to him after a lecture, but on the way to Wu, Hui Lin is the only person who has mastered the two Shaolin methods of restraining the mind. .

Of course, there is also the reason for Hui An's early death, but since Hui An is dead, it is impossible to prove who is more talented between the two, and it can only be counted by achievements.

Master Hui Lin became one of the Seven Masters of the Martial Arts in less than 1 years old, and if it wasn't for the fact that she was also the strongest in the world and lived an extra [-] years, the No.

Lu Huanxi respected Master Hui Lin very much, but he also dared to express his dissatisfaction, "Why did Master prevent me from capturing the thief?"

"Master Ji is not a thief." Master Hui Lin said.

Lu Huanxi: "Oh?"

Ji Wuming was shocked when he called out his last name, "How does Master know who I am?"

But he admitted that his surname was Ji.

"Yesterday, Yancheng was closed, and there was a bad monk causing trouble... The poor monk has seen two benefactors, this is one of them."

Ji Wuming didn't expect to get such an unexpected answer. Seeing him stop, he asked, "There is one, naturally there is another."

Suddenly, Master Hui Lin clasped his hands together and lowered his head an inch, "Secondly, it is the knife in the hands of the benefactor, and the former owner is my senior brother Hui An."

"Five years ago, when my master passed away, I handed over this knife to where it should go. Now, it has finally entered the hands of the right person."

The author has something to say: Ji Wuming: Nangong Sheng has a crow's mouth.