after the villain

56.

Not long after Ji Wuming and Venerable Lu Huanxi finished fighting, they heard extraordinary movements halfway up the mountain. Looking far away, they could faintly see sword lights overflowing, tearing the night to pieces.

"Brother." Yan Jingyu recognized who Jian Guang was almost immediately.

Afterwards, Master Hui Lin also recognized the sword move of Tianyi Sword Jue. His eyebrows twitched fiercely, and the compassion on his face was a little anxious, and he said anxiously, "No! The flood in the Sutra Pavilion was caused by Nether Slaves. , Chi Luochan came here for the scriptures, I am afraid that he is also nearby, and the leader of the Yan Alliance may be in danger."

Lu Huanxi didn't take it seriously, "I have learned the sword of the leader of the Yan alliance. It is full of chivalry when it is opened and closed. Although it is not as sharp as the sinking boat, it can be compared with one or two, and it is not inferior to me."

When Lu Huanxi was talking, he looked at Ji Wuming who had just fought against him, and all kinds of thoughts arose in his heart. There were both the comfort of my way of inheritance, and the complexity of the waves of the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward. He couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

Hearing Chi Luochan's name, Ji Wuming tightened his hands subconsciously, and said, "Hero Yan lives up to his reputation, few people can surpass him, and with Nangong Cheng's help, he is the best for Chi Luochan in his heyday." Luo Chan can also fight."

Yan Guitian's talent in the way of swordsmanship is really outstanding, and he has achieved such achievements at a young age. Not only is he the No.1 of the younger generation, but he is also called the No.1 of the Righteous Way, excluding those old monsters who are half buried in the ground.

Nangong Sheng's martial arts are mediocre but outstanding. He is ranked second in the Jianghu, and no one dares to be the first unless the corpse crawls out of the soil. Moreover, he has a rich family and has always spent money. His heretical kung fu is far less proficient than Yan Jingyu. Winning by surprise.

These two have been brothers for many years, and the cooperation is naturally a tacit understanding. Ji Wuming fell down once and almost died-although he had the disadvantage caused by being besieged that time, but it cannot be denied that Yan Guitian and Nangong Cheng were together. The power of being together cannot be underestimated.

You can't kill the sinking boat, but you can still hurt a Chi Luochan.

Not to mention, the current Chi Luochan is just a sick cat.

After hearing this, Master Hui Lin smiled wryly, "President Yan has the strength to save his life against Shang Chi Luo Chan, and the poor monk will never be so worried, but there is still a person with advanced martial arts hidden in the dark."

……

Among them, Yan Jingyu's light kung fu was the fastest, followed by Ji Wuming, and Yan Jingyu suddenly paused and pulled out the broken sword stuck in the tree - it was Yan Guitian's God's Will sword.

"The cut is neat, there is no gap, and the edge of the sword remains the same, as if it was broken when it was defeated." Ji Wuming's own black knife was broken like this, and he could see the cause and effect of the break of the Tianyi sword at a glance.

"Master Yan may have met that person." Master Hui Lin closed his eyes, seeming to be unable to bear it.

When the Sutra Pavilion was on fire, Master Hui Lin was talking about Buddhism with Lu Huanxi. As soon as they smelled the tar smell in the air, the two of them felt that it was not good and hurried out to check. Then thousands of men in black broke into the temple, and Lu Huanxi stayed where he was and killed him. A thief, seeing that something was wrong with the man in black, he was startled and turned around and chased after him.

Sure enough, a woman who had killed monks all over the place was caught at the door of the Sutra Pavilion. The woman raised her hand and revealed dozens of gold bracelets.

Although Hui Lin seldom went out of the monastery, she already guessed that this woman should be Chi Luochan.

He was filled with pity and sorrow, the fact that "Tianyang Zhenjing" was in Shaolin, after all, he couldn't hide it.

"Stop going." Master Hui Lin stepped forward and wanted to catch Chi Luochan, but he didn't want a person flying in the air. That person was also dressed as a Nether slave, and he stood on the eaves with his hands folded. He took an ordinary step and was close in front of him.

He obviously didn't have a sword in his hand, but every move was as sharp as a sword.

"Let's go." He deliberately lowered his voice to sound hoarse and rough. He raised his hand and chopped it off, telling Hui Lin to separate her body.

……

Knowing that there was another person hiding in the dark, Yan Jingyu's breath became cold, and his whole body was tense like a string too tight. His figure swayed, and he rushed in faster.

Ji Wuming covered the worry in his eyes, and followed without saying a word, holding a knife.

When they rushed to the place, they saw stabbing red everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and the strong smell seemed to have strayed into a slaughterhouse, and the cold night wind couldn't blow it away.

And Yan Guitian and Nangong Cheng's faces were like gold paper, they were lying on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and the white clothes of the young heroes were stained blood red.

Countless leaves were scattered on the ground.

Yan Jingyu's pupils shrunk slightly, her lips were pursed tightly, and she stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move forward.

Until Ji Wuming said the sentence, "Still alive."

"Alive?" Yan Jingyu blinked blankly, and took two steps forward.

"Yes, alive."

Ji Wuming pulled Yan Jingyu down, took his hands and stretched out to explore Yan Jingyu's nose and neck one by one, and finally pressed Yan Guitian's chest.

Yan Jingyu maintained his posture, looked at the lying brother, and then looked up at Ji Wuming, his eyelashes trembling, and he spoke slowly, "Smooth breathing, strong pulse, and strong heartbeat."

It's not living, it's living healthy.

Yan Jingyu pursed her lips, reached out and grabbed Yan Guitian's collar, paused again, and suddenly whispered to Ji Wuming, "Don't look."

Ji Wuming didn't know why, but Yan Jingyu looked at him confidently.

Ji Wuming remembered that he and Yan Guitian were enemies in name, and they also belonged to the kind of life-and-death enmity. Lin Yuezhi endured the desire to throw the meteor hammer every day.Others might not know it, but Yan Jingyu knew his identity, so she definitely knew it.

Thinking that Yan Jingyu didn't trust him, Ji Wuming felt displeased, his peach blossom eyes flashed coldly, "He is your big brother, I will not take advantage of others."

As he spoke, he simply turned around to check on Nangong Sheng's safety.

"No." Yan Jingyu was always sensitive to his emotional changes, immediately compromised, and muffled, "Look."

Then he lowered his head and peeled off Yan Guitian's clothes for inspection.

Ji Wuming didn't like to argue with others, so he didn't respond indifferently.

Yan Guitian was covered in white clothes that were completely unrecognizable. He looked dazzling, but in fact he just suffered an internal injury, and there was no fatal wound on his body. The blood was all from someone else.

Nangong Cheng was much more serious than him. He seemed to be pierced by several sharp weapons from all directions, leaving about a dozen large and small wounds, two on each leg, and the left leg was more serious. One of them almost cut him off. The tendons in the knees, the shoulders, the arms, the chest, the side of the waist... There are long marks left by the vigorous struggle on the ankle, and the bleeding is the most. It seems that he counterattacked at the same moment when he was attacked. A fan that can be used as a weapon.

"Don't move the two benefactors for now, the poor monk has some medical skills, let the poor monk see." Seeing that Yan Jingyu wanted to move Yan to heaven, Hui Lin who had just arrived hurriedly stopped her.

He trotted over in a hurry, and the string of Buddhist beads almost flew out of his hands.

Ji Wuming was hesitating and didn't know what to do, so he immediately stepped aside when he saw this.

Hui Lin breathed a sigh of relief after checking them one by one, "Both of them are fine. Leader Yan suffered an internal injury, which caused his veins to reverse flow and fell into a coma. Shaoxia Nangong was seriously injured. Protected the heart veins for the two of them, and sealed the big acupoints all over the body to stop the bleeding."

"I'm going to find Brother Yin right now."

"I'll go." Yan Jingyu said.

Not long after, Yan Jingyu brought a thin old man with a white beard who was trembling.

As soon as the old man saw Hui Lin, he called tremblingly with tears in his eyes, "Junior Master!"

"Senior brother Yin, come and save me!" Hui Lin didn't have time to pay attention to how the old man was kidnapped, so he snatched him away and pressed him in front of the two injured.

There are only two people left in Shaolin Hui's generation, Hui Lin and Hui Yin. Hui Lin is a disciple of Master Zhi Yu, the former abbot, and Hui Yin is a direct disciple of Master Zhi Yu.

Huiyin was not born at the right time. In the past, there was Hui'an Buddha, who was famous all over the world. Later, there was Huilin, who became one of the seven masters of martial arts. Huiyin, who was caught in the middle, was not very eye-catching, but he was actually a very good doctor. , He doesn't like preaching scriptures and praising Buddha, he doesn't like martial arts, he only loves traveling around the world and hanging pots to help the world, so he doesn't stay in the temple all the year round.

Of course, his medical skills are not miraculous, but external injuries are what he is good at, and internal injuries, Shaolin has Yi Jin Jing.

……

This was the closest Yan Guitian was to death.

At that time Chi Luochan congealed his blood and wanted to kill him, but it was too late for Yan Guitian to turn around, and he was ready to bear it, but he didn't want Nangong Cheng to rush out from the side and help him block the backstab.

However, Nangong Cheng stared at a certain place with burning eyes, spread out the fan in his hand, and flew out suddenly.

The sound of "Puff!" came out almost at the same time, and Nangong Cheng's blood spattered, but no one appeared at the place he was looking at.

When Yan Guitian looked back, everywhere he looked was dazzling red.

"Nangong!" Yan Gui's celestial eyes were about to burst.

Nangong Cheng spit out a word without looking back, "Kill!"

Yan Guitian's eyes were reddened, and his heart moved with his shadow. For a moment, the Heavenly Will Sword in his hand seemed to be assisted by a god, and the nine sharp sword lights merged into one. When the sword pointed out, blood spattered three feet.

Chi Luochan's expression changed immediately, she had no time to retreat, she vomited blood on the spot, dyeing Yan Guitian's white clothes bright red.

Yan Guitian wanted to kill him in one go, but suddenly his neck felt cold, he suddenly lowered his head and looked sideways, and saw the cold light flying past his ears.

There was no one, no sword, only a green leaf fluttering down, and a light word.

"One more step, and you're dead."

A man dressed in black finally appeared, with a cut on his neck, which was injured by Nangong Cheng's unexpected fan.

"You are fine, especially you." He said as he touched the long and thin wound on his neck, his voice hoarse and rough as he deliberately suppressed it.

Nangong Cheng's heart sank from the moment he saw him, he barely supported his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile, "Next time, if you want to hide and watch a good show, remember to hide it tightly, and don't call out again. People found out."

"I heard that there is a star-picking man in Jianghu, who is the best in lightness kung fu. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that you are indeed very capable."

The man chuckled twice, revealing some vicissitudes unique to the old man, and said, "First there are Ji Man, Yan Jingyu, then Yan Guitian and you Nangong Sheng, and Lin Yinyin from Lingnan Linfu , Bai Weiyu's disciple, that evil monk who rebelled against the temple in Shaolin also has some skills... Maybe there will be another seven masters in Jianghu."

"Not bad, not bad." He laughed and praised.

57.

"Kill them!" Chi Luochan covered the sword wound from her chest to her abdomen, staring viciously at Yan Guitian who almost caused her fatal injury.

Chi Luochan, who was injured, took off her disguise and returned to her blond hair and blue eyes. Her cheekbones were a bit high and her eye sockets were deep. She had a standard Mobei appearance, and her height seemed to have elongated a bit. She was very exotic. The great beauty of this beautiful woman is very different from the previous slightly frivolous appearance. At this moment, Chi Luochan has fully displayed her sinister aura that belongs to the Raksha Empress.

Yan Guitian didn't realize until this time that Chi Luochan was actually the foreign woman whom Venerable Lu had rescued whom he had seen in Fengyan City a few days ago!

"It turned out to be you!" Yan Guitian was surprised, and then he was furious, "You committed murder and set fire in Shaolin, so you will repay your revenge with such kindness, and where will you put Venerable Lu!"

Chi Luochan sneered, "Since you know what I look like, do you think I will let you go? Instead of worrying about Venerable Lu, you should worry about yourselves!"

The mandarin with a strong Mobei accent sounded like some slang with horns, Yan Guitian didn't quite understand it, but he roughly guessed what he meant.

It was already very difficult to deal with Chi Luochan, but now another accomplice who was obviously not weak came, Yan Guitian said the cruel words of "then let's try it", but actually looked at the man in black calmly, Nervously on guard.

After hearing the compliment from the man in black, Nangong Cheng felt that there was something wrong with this man.

He thought to himself: Miss Ahman has enmity with you Nether Sect, Brother Yan has always regarded Miss Ahman as her only leader, the great monk, brother Yan and I are also on Miss Ahman's side, Lingnan Forest House is also on the right path, Senior White The disciples don't know what to do, but Senior White has always been interested in profit, and he probably won't turn against the righteous martial arts because of a mere Nether Sect.

As a result, all the Qijue of the new martial arts wanted to get rid of the Nether Sect as soon as possible. I really don't know what this person is happy about.

However, for a sect that relies on such evil methods as blood demon skills to stand in the world, it is estimated that there are not many normal people under it.

Nangong Cheng was contemptuous in his heart, but kept his face calm, and said with a smile, "Since Your Excellency is so optimistic about the two of us, why don't you just let us go?"

The man clapped his hands and laughed, "Third young master, don't worry, the Yong'an bank account has given me a lot of convenience. I have a relationship with your parents, so naturally I won't kill you."

It is not an ordinary person who can go to the Yong'an bank for convenience, and he must check the account books carefully when he returns.Nangong Cheng thought about it, with gratitude on his lips, "That's great, what about my friend?"

"How did the third young master get so far? Those who are in business don't know the principle of accepting as soon as they are good?" The man stood with his hands behind his back, his back a little bent.

Nangong Cheng replied, "Brother Yan is my best friend, how can I live alone without him."

"...You guys are in the same boat through thick and thin, not bad." I don't know if it was Nangong Cheng's illusion, but he always felt that when the man said this, his tone was rather complicated and nostalgic, as if he was thinking of someone.

"Forget it, I also have old friends with your brother Yan's elder, no matter how hypocrite Yan Nanxing is, I can't kill his son."

"Leave your lives alone."

As he said so, the sword energy floating in the woods seemed to be real.

……

The body could not move, the eyelids were very heavy, and only the consciousness gradually became clear.Yan Guitian only felt the throbbing pain in his veins, but he couldn't feel any internal force.

He tried to mobilize his mind to gather his inner strength, but it was all in vain.

"I, useless?" He tried his best to open his eyelids, looked at the blurry eyes in a daze, and murmured in disbelief.

"Don't worry, there is no waste cough, cough cough," a weak voice sounded in the room, and the weak voice could not hear clearly, "It's just that the big acupuncture points of the whole body have been sealed, and it will be fine after a while cough cough cough——"

Yan Guitian turned his head, only to find that there was another person lying on the opposite bed, his limbs were splinted, and the cloth strips were wrapped around his waist and abdomen all the way to his head, only his facial features were exposed, but he coughed after saying a word It's been a long time.

Yan Guitian said hesitantly, "Nangong?"

"Yeah." Nangong Cheng's eyeballs moved, he forced his head to the side of Yan Guitian's direction, and said weakly, "How do you feel cough cough cough cough!"

Yan Guitian is not good at lying, originally wanted to say "very bad", but before Nangong Cheng finished speaking, he coughed heart-piercingly.

He coughed a little bit, but his whole body was pinned down, like a fish struggling on a chopping board, with faint red seeping from the cloth strips on his waist and abdomen.

"How are you cough cough cough cough cough?" Nangong Cheng asked the question firmly.

Yan Guitian: "..."

Yan Guitian: "I'm fine."

"Then cough cough cough cough—"

"..." Yan Guitian felt that he could die on the spot, and couldn't bear to persuade him, "Nangong, it's important to heal your wounds, you better stop talking."

Nangong Cheng's eyes widened, "It hurts all over, and it's so uncomfortable to let him talk. Brother Yan, when I passed out, I seemed to see you raising your sword and slashing at Chi Luochan without hesitation. Did you make it through? "

"I didn't cut it." The man in black reacted quickly, not only seriously injured him, but also broke his sword.

"There is no sword in your hand, but you have a sword in your heart. The sword energy is as real as it is. Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people." Nangong Cheng said with emotion, "Is this the legendary fusion of human and sword?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested, Yan Guitian suddenly opened his eyes wide.

……

Yan Jingyu found that Ji Wuming was indifferent to him, and he vaguely realized that he had said something wrong, so he was at a loss and felt aggrieved.

He didn't know how to explain, so he followed Ji Wuming step by step, and followed him into the wing.

Ji Wuming is actually not very angry, rather than being angry, it is more sad about not being trusted.

At the beginning, he and Lin Yuezhi had to ride horses when they were injured. Although there were reasons for the horses to run fast, it was more because they did not trust Yan Guitian and Nangong Sheng.If you are surrounded by your own people, Lin Yuezhi may still want to gallop on the horse, but Ji Wuming is very likely to get on the carriage and slowly heal his injuries in a more gentle way.

Although later I found out that Yan Guitian and Nangong Cheng were not the kind of villains who would sneak up on their backs, but Ji Wuming could trust him, but he would never be able to do so. The enemy's character is too good.

Speaking of which, Yan Jingyu was an exception, perhaps because the young man held a pure heart in front of him without reservation.

Ji Wuming sighed, turned around suddenly, Yan Jingyu was standing a few steps away from him, staring at him with black phoenix eyes.

"you……"

"I was wrong."

What Ji Wuming just said was interrupted by the young man's three words, he was slightly stunned, and looked at him with some surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

The young man looked a bit dazed, obviously he didn't know what was wrong, but this did not prevent him from uttering a long list of declarations unswervingly, "I was wrong, I'm sorry, don't be angry, it's all my fault, don't do it next time." Will."

He paused as he spoke, his brows and eyes darkened, his lips pursed, and he stretched out his feet slowly, moving to him step by step under Ji Wuming's restless gaze.

The boy lowered his head and coaxed jerky, "Touch your head, if you're not angry, if you're still angry, pull your hair."

"...Pfft." Ji Wuming couldn't hold back.

He pressed his palm on the boy's head and rubbed it vigorously, then moved his palm to the back of his head and gently grabbed his hair and pulled it. With half-curved peach blossom eyes, the sparkling water in them is like the cunning of a fox after a successful prank.

"Little devil."

"childish."

Ji Wuming said naively, but he laughed heartily, "You still pull your hair, where did you learn it?"

Yan Jingyu was suddenly blessed, he aimed at Ji Wuming's moist lips which opened and closed, and slammed into them.

Ji Wuming's teeth hurt from the sudden attack of this little wolf cub, and he accidentally bit him again, and helplessly sealed his mouth with his hand and pushed it away, "Hiss——little brat, Buddhist Holy Land, don't mess around!" Come."

Before Ji Wuming finished speaking, his palm felt wet and was licked by the little wolf cub.

Yan Jingyu's voice was buzzing, "Don't mess around." He just wanted to kiss you.

Ji Wuming: "..."

Ji Wuming finally resigned to his fate and let go of his hand, and when the little wolf cub rushed over again, he responded in a gentle and fierce way.

……

At noon three days later, Yan Guitian and Nangong Sheng woke up and told them what had happened on the mountainside.

Later, in Master Hui Lin's meditation room, the four of Lu Huanxi sat together.

Ji Wuming got straight to the point, "The exchange of swords and swords can make Yan Guitian almost powerless to fight back. Breaking his sword, the realm of the unity of human and sword that Nangong Cheng guessed is indeed possible."

Lu Huanxi is also a swordsman, so he naturally knew how powerful Yan Guitian's sword is, so he couldn't help frowning, "When did such a character appear in the world? Why didn't he kill them?"

It's not just Lu Huanxi and the others who don't believe that they have old friends with their elders so they let them go. Few fools will believe this when they are put in the world.

Yan Jingyu's eyebrows were heavy, and it was rare for him to utter an idiom, "Contradictory."

Killing and saving lives is not a contradiction.

Hui Lin recalled the battle three days ago, and described in a straightforward manner, "The black-clothed man's body skills are simplified, and every move is returned to the truth. He seems to be ordinary but powerful. He is a superb master. But this person seems to have Because of the scruples, I didn't hit the poor monk hard, I only restricted the poor monk's actions, and let Chi Luochan escape."

"Could it be that this person is controlled by that Rakshasa girl?" Lu Huanxi guessed, "Aren't those Nether slaves just puppets made by Chi Luochan with evil methods? Maybe that's why that person was restrained by her and had to obey her orders."

Ji Wuming shook his head and said, "The method of refining puppets in "Blood Demon Art" originated from the corpse-controlling technique of the Miao people. No matter how Chi Luochan changes the skills and integrates them, it remains the same. The root is the corpse-controlling technique. However, the corpse control technique can refine living people, but it has limitations."

His mother-in-law Pu Yan's corpse-controlling technique is nothing more than manipulating the corpses of some wild animals, so she is called a demon girl, screaming and screaming. If the Miao people really had such heaven-defying sorcery that can control all things, it would have become a joint conquest by the martial arts and the court. of the object.

Lu Huanxi thought it was true, "Miss Ji is right, I am narrow-minded."

Ji Wuming felt that thinking about the relationship between Chi Luochan and that mysterious person was fruitless, and the most basic problems had to be solved first.

"Who is this person?" It must be impossible for someone with such amazing and brilliant swordsmanship to be someone unknown.

Ji Wuming paused, and added, "Or, who could this person be?"

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