after the villain

01.

Ji Wuming jumped off the endless cliff with the heart of death.

However, the sky is endless, and there is a bone-piercing cold pool under the bottomless endless cliff.

He struggled to climb out of the cold pool, barely supported his body with the broken knife, and knelt down on the smooth rocks on the shore, the biting cold clung upward from his limbs and bones.

His chest was heavy, and the fishy smell in his throat was surging. He finally couldn't help covering his lips with his hand. The piercing cough made his whole body tremble. makes people laugh.

He actually laughed, too, out of breath, and bent over.

"To be alive...but..." Just like that.

The black broken knife hit the ground with a "clang", Ji Wuming covered his eyes with his warm blood-stained hands, and his muffled laughter sounded like mourning.

Ji Wuming's health was not good when he was young, and he suffered from several serious illnesses. His parents were always worried that he would die from a serious illness, so they specially gave him small characters instead of his first and last name, so that he would not be harassed by "gods and ghosts".

Strange to say, since then he has indeed no longer been sick, and his body has gradually improved, but he is often woken up by nightmares and can't sleep at night.

Those dreams have no beginning and no end, and the protagonist is a young swordsman in white, but they always border on reality at critical moments.

He dreamed of burying the bloody corpses of his parents in the yellow sand all over Mobei; he dreamed that his uncle and others conspired to kill his brother and seize the throne under the blue-faced and fangs beast totem;

He also dreamed of being besieged by eight sects and eleven sects, dreaming that he was alone and his family was ruined.

In the dream, I was an out-and-out big devil. At the age of 14, my uncle Shoubai sat on the position of the master of the evil palace. His martial arts were so powerful that he killed people like hemp, and finally aroused public anger. Yan Guitian, a young swordsman in white, was made the leader of the martial arts Encircle and suppress with all the strength of the righteous martial arts.

At the end of the road, he was seriously injured and fell off the Endless Cliff, ending up with no bones left.

All the dreams he had ever had had come true, but at the end, he jumped off the Endless Cliff, but survived.

When Ji Wuming was young, he traveled all over the barbarians in Mobei for revenge, and found many evil methods to temper his meridians. He did not know how many poisons were infiltrated in his blood, and how many Gu worms were conceived, so that he could have the current internal strength martial arts.How many times he wandered between life and death gave his body a strong resilience.

Living has become his instinct without thinking, even though he has no expectations for this world.

"what……"

Ji Wuming was lying powerlessly on the rock, his brain was dizzy after he had lost too much blood, his eyes were blackened, his meridians were bulging, and the transpired internal force in his body was extremely active in a life-burning way, impacting his body. Meridians, to repair his fatal internal injuries.

Amid the ups and downs of consciousness, I suddenly heard rustling movements on the other side.

He opened his eyelids with difficulty and looked over. In the blood mist-filled field of vision, he saw only a thin figure with a bamboo basket hanging on his waist, walking towards this side unhurriedly.

……

Ji Wuming's consciousness was hazy, and he felt that he was lying on a thin and thin back. Although the person's steps were steady and light, with almost no bumps, the protruding shoulder blades touched the wound on his chest, which still caused him severe pain.

He controlled his breathing and opened his eyelids with great effort. What he saw was a piece of blue cloth that was washed to whitish, but it was so mottled by his own blood that it was difficult to distinguish.

Ji Wuming's qi and blood were unstable due to the pressure, and he moved his body with difficulty, which instantly affected the injuries all over his body. He couldn't stop letting out a muffled groan, suppressing the bloody smell in his throat along with coughing.The bamboo basket at the waist was kicked, and Ying He made a muffled impact sound.

The man looked down at the medicinal materials that jumped up and down from the bamboo basket, tilted his head slightly, did not stop on his feet, and his voice was cold, he sounded like a teenager.

"woke up?"

"...Thank you for your help." Ji Wuming lost a lot of blood and was seriously injured, his recovery was a bit stagnant, not only his lips were chapped, but his voice was also hoarse.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he choked on the wind, his throat was itchy, and he covered his lips and coughed twice.

The young man paused for a moment, did not speak, but suddenly accelerated his forward speed, as if there was wind under his feet, and the surrounding scenery became illusory.Ji Wuming lay on his back, but felt secure.

is a master.This lightness kung fu is comparable to that of Nan Gongcheng, who is famous in the world and can fly to the sky to catch the stars.

Ji Wuming frowned, looking at the back in front of him calmly.

The young man is tall, without a crown, he looks to be seventeen, eighteen or nineteen years old, his jaw is tight, his thin and sharp lips are tightly pressed, the corners of his lips are slightly drooping, and his nose bridge is high Quite tall, with slightly deeper eye sockets, protruding brow bones, and a pair of red phoenix eyes that are dark and hide coldness and ferocity.

It's a very bad look.

When did such a talented person appear in the arena?

Ji Wuming thought carefully but failed, he was attracted by the strange environment around him, and he didn't notice the boy's gradually blushing eye corners and his increasingly stiff and tight lips.

The boy ran non-stop all the way, and after half a quarter of an hour, he turned into a stone forest. The trees here were especially tall and sheltered. Looking far away, he could only see lush greenery. Thousands of rocks were scattered and complicated in the arrangement, which seemed disordered but also implied strangeness.

Ji Wuming has read a lot of books, and has dabbled in the art of Qimen Dunjia, so he can see the mystery of this place at a glance.

He narrowed his eyes calmly, and said in a low voice, "It looks like a formation."

"En." The young man glanced at the place for a few times, and responded with a muffled voice, but he was not afraid, and rushed straight in with the person on his back.

Ji Wuming saw that he was quite familiar with this, and he should have dealt with this formation a lot, so he didn't make a sound.

Sure enough, the boy kept walking around the rocks, and within a short while, he saw the surrounding big trees were replaced by bamboo forests, the distribution of rocks gradually decreased, and the sound of the stream hitting the bamboo pieces could be heard from the forest.

Ji Wuming raised his head, and the high mountains on both sides looked up. Three or four bamboo houses were built in the valley, and there were many medicine fields around. There was no one in the valley, but he saw wooden cows and horses walking. Gu Zi kept carrying water into the stone pool, and the wooden kite was disassembled and lying outside the courtyard of a bamboo house, and the broken parts were scattered everywhere.

This place is only [-] zhang away from Endless Cliff, and it takes at most a quarter of an hour to walk away with light kung fu, but Ji Wuming has never heard of it.

The young man carried Ji Wuming on his back and walked towards the courtyard. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, Ji Wuming vaguely heard the sound of a mechanism springing, his expression tensed, and the young man also stopped, standing at the gate of the courtyard and looking up. .

I saw a bird standing on the eaves poking its head out. It first "cuckoo" twice, then turned its head, and opened its sharp beak to spit out a human voice: "A patient is here! A new patient is here." !"

The voice came out from the abdomen, a little muffled, slightly stagnant, with a strange tone, accompanied by the "click" sound of the mechanism operating, every word seemed to be stuck in the throat, and the voice was still an old man.

Just now Ji Wuming saw that it was a wooden bird, and his eyes couldn't hide his surprise, "What a delicate mechanism!"

He walked from southern Xinjiang to Mobei, even in the Tianxuanmen who claim to be the descendants of Zhuge, they may not be able to make this wooden bird that speaks people's words.

There was no answer from the room, the bird paused for a moment, then opened its beak and shouted, "A patient is here! A new patient is here!"

After a long while, a voice exactly like that of a wooden bird came from the room, roaring furiously, "Little Queer! Little Queer! Shoot that dead bird down for me!"

"A patient is here! A new patient is here!" Wooden Bird continued to shout in opposition.

"It's so noisy! Shut up! I heard you! Little Queer!"

The old man didn't know whether he was calling for his apprentice or his servant, but he got no response and cursed in the bamboo house, "Sooner or later, I'll tear down this poor bird!"

The wooden bird was still repeating that sentence, and the old man was very bored, and cursed angrily, "Shut up! Don't bark! Didn't you see that the old man's legs and feet are inconvenient! Broken bird! Why are you shouting at the top of your throat! Are you You are a real bird! You are wood! Shut up! Wood! You are so noisy! I will tear you apart! As soon as Xiao Queer comes back, I will let him catch you and send you to the King of Hades!"

"Pfft-"

Ji Wuming was amused by the scene of scolding the organ bird he made, and even the pain in his chest seemed to have eased a lot.

A muffled laugh fell in his ears, his voice was slightly hoarse, making his ears numb.The boy couldn't help but glance back.

He was driven to the cold pool to gather medicine, and he saw half a wooden mask floating on the water from a distance, and a person lying on the rock on the opposite bank.

The torn clothes were soaked in blood and the original color could no longer be seen. There was a black broken knife next to it, and even the moss on the rock was stained with blood.

When he got closer, he realized that this man was really good-looking, and the blood on his face could not hide his delicate features.Moth-browed, the tails of the eyes stretched upwards, the lips are white, but the skin is whiter than the lips, lying there with eyes closed, breathing so weakly that it is barely noticeable--it makes people feel soft-hearted just looking at it.

Inexplicable emotions flashed in the boy's eyes, his lips were tightened, and even the end of his eyes drooped a little.

Looking at his expressionless and cold expression, Ji Wuming thought he thought he was too noisy, so he quickly said "Sorry", and said, "I'm much better, just let me down."

"..." The boy paused, and put him down silently.

Just as there was a flick of a mechanism inside the bamboo house, the noisy wooden bird closed its mouth and retracted under the eaves again.

The old man had a hunched back, a bony figure, and a large number of scalding scars on his face. He looked particularly ugly and terrifying. He limped on a snake-shaped crutch, pushed open the door of the bamboo house and came out.

Seeing the change in their faces, the old man showed a strange and ferocious smile, and said happily, "Hey! It turns out that Xiao Que'er is back! The medicine I wanted—"

"It's all here." Before the old man finished speaking, the boy interrupted impatiently.He directly took off the bamboo basket from his waist, and threw it in front of him with a wave of his hand.

"Oh! Little Que'er is the most caring!" The old man glanced into the bamboo basket, his eyes sparkling, and after saying a word, he hugged the bamboo basket and went back to the house overjoyed, without looking at Ji in the courtyard. Wuming fell on his body, and he didn't care about the blood all over his body.

Ji Wuming saw that the old man's footsteps were flimsy and feeble, he had no inner strength to get close to him, and his face was completely ruined, he really couldn't recognize which senior it was.

He restrained his mind, turned to look at the young man who was standing silently on one side, pretended to be a scholar, and bowed to thank him, "Thank you, little Que'er, for saving my life."

"...Don't call me Xiao Que'er." The boy frowned and said sullenly, looking unhappy.

Ji Wuming is kind, "I don't know the name of the benefactor?"

The young man was silent for a while, and said three words: "Yan Jingyu."

Ji Wuming paused, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

The one who forced him down the Endless Cliff was the knight in white in his dream, named Tianyi Sword Master, who is now the leader of righteous martial arts.

His surname is also Yan, and his name is Yan Guitian.