after the villain

18.

As soon as Ji Wuming sneered, the ghostly voice that fluttered intermittently in the wind stopped suddenly.

There was a slightly hoarse and dry middle-aged male voice with an awkward foreign accent, and he hesitated, "Is it a man?"

"What man, look at the phosphorescence on the clothes, it's so dark that it's shining, it's clearly a recent rise of makeup!" Another middle-aged male voice with a somewhat high-pitched voice is a pure and authentic Yanzhou local accent.

"But this voice is obviously a man!" He retorted with a foreign accent.

"Which man wears this?" The Yanzhou accent sneered and said, "Just say that you have been in the prairie for a long time, you are deaf and blind, let me show you and you still refuse, it is clear that you are hiding your illness!"

"You are clearly robbery! You pretend that I don't know the price of an ordinary doctor's consultation? Listen to your old-fashioned nonsense! You only know how to pretend to be tricks and tricks all day long. I only came to you when I was really crazy! I have that Qian, wouldn't it be a pleasure to find that divine doctor you mentioned!"

This remark stung a hornet's nest, and one person jumped away, and with a swipe of his hand, something like Buddha dust was slapped on the other person's face, knocking the other person's face off.

Under the moonlight, amidst the swaying figures, Ji Wuming saw one dressed as a Taoist priest and the other as a monk.

The Taoist priest who made the attack suddenly pointed out two fingers and spat angrily, "Hey! You scoundrel! You don't know what to do, and you are worthy of my master's attack?"

"Hiss—Niang Xipi! This old man will send you to heaven today!" The monk stroked his bald head, suddenly spoke Wu dialect, grabbed the huge bead string on his chest, and greeted him.

The two who had been chatting well just now, became a ball in the graveyard in a blink of an eye.

Ji Wuming: "..."

Palace Master Ji, who seemed to be the beginning of the incident, twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.

Yan Jingyu didn't think so much, he entered the state of preparation for battle as soon as he held the weapon, his eyes kept chasing the two of them, approaching them quietly, and when he saw an opening, he immediately slashed at it!

The two were forced to separate by Dao Guang.

Yan Jingyu is the best at waiting for an opportunity, he changed his moves in a flash, and almost without any hesitation, he moved towards the gleaming head in the dark with light kung fu.His moves were fierce and deadly, and in an instant he forced the unprepared monk to roll down the graveyard.

The Taoist caught a glimpse of this, and immediately clapped his hands and burst out laughing, "Haha, you're a crazy monk, you've got your day! You've been beaten by a brat, and you've lost your reputation in this world! It's over!"

Listening to this gloating words, Ji Wuming felt too familiar for some reason, even looking at the figure of the Taoist priest, he seemed to be engraved with someone's shadow.

Although the monk's stature is somewhat sluggish for some reason, his martial arts are not weak, and his combat experience is obviously richer than Yan Jingyu's.He was caught off guard before and made a move, and rolled down the grave immediately. Although he looked embarrassed, it also gave him a chance to breathe.

When Yan Jingyu bullied him, the monk had already stood up in the three moves, and Yan Jingyu, who had lost the opportunity, stood in a stalemate with him, and could not bully him any more.

Hearing the Taoist's words, the monk's angry King Kong's eyes widened in anger, and the anger inside seemed to be visible under the dim moonlight.

"Old-nosed old man, don't help me yet!" His voice was like a bell, dull and buzzing.

"Don't help!" The Taoist grinned, "That kid's movements are weird, I haven't healed yet."

The monk's eyes were almost burning, "Old man, you can just pretend to be me?! When I get away, you must—"

"..."

During the match, the opponent still has the leisure to talk and talk harshly with others, which is undoubtedly a kind of contempt.

Yan Jingyu's brows and eyes darkened, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but it was a sudden attack.With a twist of his wrist, the dagger changed from chopping to horizontal chopping, tearing off a section of the monk's sleeve which he couldn't dodge, almost leaving a wound on his hand.

The monk was forced to take two steps back again, he glanced at Yan Jingyu's ferocious expression, those black pupils seemed to be glowing under the cold moonlight.

They were very much like the group of children raised by the woman he accidentally met on the prairie in southern Xinjiang.

"Little wolf cub!" He couldn't help muttering while touching his nose.

The Taoist plucked his ears, untied the gourd from his waist, and shook his head pretending that he never existed.

Ji Wuming, who had been observing from the side, moved slightly.

It turned out that he was injured, no wonder his figure and movements were so stiff, which was different from the experienced martial arts shown.

Ji Wuming observed the moves of the monk Hui, he didn't try his best, his palms looked fierce, but in fact he didn't have much internal strength, instead he seemed to be deliberately feeding the moves.

"Little friend~" Ji Wuming felt a little uncomfortable with the deliberately low voice.

He turned his gaze, and saw the Taoist priest walking down the cemetery, his supposedly handsome face looked very wretched because of the flattering expression.

The old man glanced at the bags of the two horses, and said with a shy smile, "Little friend, I saw you brought dry food and water earlier, I wonder...do you have any wine?"

Watched earlier?Ji Wuming squinted his eyes, it seems that these two people have been in this graveyard for a long time, and watched their every move.

Ji Wuming pondered in his heart, without showing anything on his face, he just said: "No."

The old man didn't believe it at first, "It's so cold in the north, how could it be possible not to bring wine to warm your body."

"No, it's not." Ji Wuming said.

It is cold in the north, and every family will prepare some rice wine to warm up every winter. The evil palace is on the top of Yunshan Mountain, and it is even colder. You can also get some extra vintage wines.

After Jiang Qi came back from the Central Plains, she was addicted to drinking, and every three days she would call friends and friends to come and get drunk.But not everyone's wine tastes as good as his. In winter, the most important thing that the evil palace deals with is actually the problem of drunken madness among the internal church members.

Lin Yuezhi was originally ordered to punish Jiang Qi who took the lead in getting drunk, but instead she was turned into a drunken lunatic.

In the end, it was Ji Wuming who made the move, severely punished the right and left arm who took the lead, and added a canon that prohibits excessive drinking, and only then did the drunkards get rid of them.

Lin Yuezhi stumbled, and quit drinking for a whole year in frustration, and now only during festivals, her sea-like drinking capacity will show clues.

There is a Gu worm in Ji Wuming's blood, which is very sensitive to alcohol, and he will get drunk when he touches it, and he will go crazy. Once he drinks alcohol, the Gu worm in his body will riot.

Unless necessary, Ji Wuming basically doesn't drink.

Yan Jingyu is still young, isolated from the world in the valley, and penniless, so she has to think twice about buying a bun.

The two of them are the least likely to bring alcohol.

The old Taoist still didn't believe it, his expression collapsed, and the words in his mouth became confused, "Zhuge, the ancestor of Mozi, is a good girl, a good heroine, the poor Taoist looks at you as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a surprise!" My appearance and my heart must be like a Bodhisattva. Look at how pitiful I am, a lonely old Taoist priest, who is on the road hungry, afraid of freezing to death at night, so I ask the girl for a bowl of wine. Miss, please send me away?"

"..." Ji Wuming looked at him, his half-squinted peach eyes gleamed coldly, and his hand was already quietly pressing on the boning knife under the cloak.

The old Taoist mistakenly thought that he had softened his attitude, rolled his eyes, and jumped out one after another with beautiful words that don't cost money, and specifically picked out those who praised his good looks, saying "girl" and "woman" one by one.

It is said that when you stretch out your hand, you don't hit people with smiling faces. If an ordinary girl is praised like this, even Lin Yuezhi can't lose her temper.

Ji Wuming's face became colder and colder.

Finally, he quickly pulled out the boning knife, and put it on the old man's neck, the cold sharp blade pressed against his neck, the old man's chattering stopped abruptly, and he swallowed it all back with a "gudong".

"Hey! The old man with a strong nose, I told you a long time ago, not all women like you! On the prairie, I stumbled on Bai Weiyu, and I still don't know how to repent, so I deserve it!"

The monk smiled, not worried about the situation of his companions at all, if not for the battle, he would definitely be the first to applaud and celebrate.

As soon as the name "Bai Weiyu" came out, Ji Wuming and Yan Jingyu stopped in unison.

……

By the puddle where the horses drank, an old Taoist and a monk were forced to kneel and sit obediently on the ground.

The old Taoist called himself Li Yang, and his Taoist name was Yiyang Taoist. He was a native of Yanzhou, and it is said that he was quite famous; the monk called himself Mo Gutong, who was originally from the old Wu country—that is, the area at the junction of Jingzhou and Yangzhou. He lived in exile in southern Xinjiang for several years. .

If Lin Yuezhi was here, she would immediately know that these were the two notorious traitors.

It's a pity that both Ji Wuming and Yan Jingyu don't care much about the Central Plains martial arts.

Li Yang saw that they didn't respond to his and Mo Gutong's appearance earlier, so he concluded that these two little guys should be outsiders, and when he saw that they didn't even respond to their names, he knew what to do.

He rolled his eyes, smiled, and tried to remove the knife on his neck first, "Everyone is a passerby, why bother to make things difficult for each other."

Ji Wuming raised his eyebrows, and looked at Pan Shenghui with a sudden smile, "Senior, what you said is wrong. If I hadn't possessed both martial arts, I'm afraid we would be the ones kneeling here begging for mercy right now?"

Li Yang's eyes fluttered, "Why, how could hehehe..."

However, Mo Gutong directly exposed his background and complained, "It has been said that robbery halfway is unreliable, it is better to rush to the Yangjia Village you mentioned. The village chief has been looking for you to drive away ghosts all the year round, and now something strange happened again. He is definitely willing. You don’t have to eat until you’re full before going on the road.”

"Look, I have to be a starving ghost now!" He spread his hands, looking reckless, but actually put all the responsibility on Li Yang.

But Li Yang was so angry, he rolled his eyes, and said, "It's not that you insist on drinking strong alcohol, and you still provoked me! Halfway through, I found a strong one and fought, but I didn't win the fight, and I was seriously injured. I don’t know how to sleep in this mass grave until now! If I’m not so hungry, why would I come up with this idea?”

The two said, staring at each other angrily.

"..." Ji Wuming listened to this lunatic's reason, and was silent for a moment, then simply withdrew his knife and motioned, "You guys fight."

The two really fought.

Ji Wuming and Yan Jingyu led the horses to leave.

"Wait, you little wolf!" Mo Gutong shook off Li Yang and came up to him, and asked Yan Jingyu in a puzzled and unwilling manner, "There are only two of us, why did you pick me? Old and weak?"

Yan Jingyu lowered his eyes silently, and his eyes fell on his smooth and shiny head without scars that could reflect a human face.

"...No." You are too bright.