after the villain

22.

Nangong Cheng felt unbalanced, and his throat was sore.But he knew that now was not the time to be self-willed, so he suppressed his emotions and said anxiously, "Miss Aman, brother Yan is here just in time, hurry up and help me take this person down!"

Ji Wuming held the boning knife with his backhand. Before the person arrived or the knife came out, the knife energy was already rising all over his body. The surrounding space was vaguely distorted, and the oppressive killing seemed to come from thousands of bones, forcing The man's hairs stood on end trying to escape.

Nangong Cheng felt trembling all over his body, and his figure couldn't help but pause, revealing a flaw.

The tricks of the masters changed rapidly, and Nangong Sheng immediately felt bad.He thought "Oops", and quickly changed his body shape to prevent the black-robed man from getting out of close range here, so as to last until Ji Wuming arrived.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man who was dealing with him just now was hiding a killer move. Seeing that help was approaching, the black-robed man suddenly raised a palm wrapped in ferocious internal force and slapped him on the head. It seems to be peeling off and showing a black color, and the breathing is suffocated.

Nangong Cheng's face changed suddenly, and he felt that if he took this trick, his life would be in danger!

No matter how he cared about suppressing it, he quickly retreated, and his figure, which was already running to the extreme, was even faster. With a single movement, he seemed to be teleporting, which made people's eyes dazzled.

The man in black clapped his palm, Nangong Cheng was still in front of his eyes, but the feeling under his palm was empty.

It turned out to be an afterimage!

The moment the afterimage was shattered, Nangong Cheng was already a foot away from Yan Jingyu in embarrassment.Without the old man's guidance, he retreated at will and touched the stone forest formation, and appeared directly in the opposite corner. I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

The man in black raised his eyes and glanced at the distance, his eyes were neither happy nor happy, it seemed that he just forced Nangong Cheng away, not trying to kill him.

The huge saber energy has arrived.

The man in black got up and retreated without saying a word, and stepped into the stone forest formation.

Almost at the moment of his movement, the thin and sharp boning knife was out of its sheath brazenly.The knife's energy was at the front, and it was directly approaching the face of the man in black.

The murderous intent surged like the wind, and he pushed back the hood of the man in black, revealing that ordinary face that was forgettable at first sight.

"Want to leave? How can I let you do so easily."

Ji Wuming's voice was flat and cold, sounding emotionless, but the sword intent was full of killing, and the decisive one was a knife!

Just like the black-robed man and Nangong Cheng before, the positions were reversed at this time, and the saber also went straight towards the black-robed man's face, but the black-robed man did not have Nangong Cheng's astonishing and brilliant lightness skill.

No matter how hurried he retreated, he couldn't avoid Ji Wuming's three-inch saber aura.

The so-called weapons are one inch long and one inch strong, and one inch short and one inch dangerous.Although each has its own advantages and strengths, if used well, it can defeat the enemy and win.However, when facing soldiers head-on, the eight-foot spear must be more convenient than the three-foot spear, but daggers and short knives must be taken by surprise and the soldiers can do tricks to maximize their power.

The black-robed man retreated fast enough, but in front of him was a bone-eviscating knife that was three inches longer and was still thin, but in Ji Wuming's hand, it looked like a three-foot simple knife, and the sharp killing intent was wrapped around the blade. , soared to half a foot according to the master's will.

With the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh, Ji Wuming suddenly flashed half a face with a hideous scar in front of him.

The stone forest formation was in motion, the man in black was already a few feet away, leaving black blood and half a piece of blood-stained skin on the ground.

The black-robed man covered half of his face sideways, blood gushed out from between his fingers, and snaked down the back of his pale hand, the peace in his eyes was finally shattered, countless emotions emerged, and his breath became even more gloomy a bit.

Ji Wuming squinted his eyes and raised his head, and saw the man in black pause for a moment, glanced to the left sky, then turned around and left without hesitation by using the stone forest formation. The black shadow quickly rose and fell, and disappeared in a few steps. in front of you.

Ji Wuming knew he couldn't catch up, so he didn't move.

There was movement at the side, and the old man limped from behind him, picked up the half piece of bloody human skin left on the ground with his crutches, and smacked his lips with interest, "The art of painting skin is still painting with human skin, Old man, I still think it’s lost.”

During Emperor Xuan's reign, there was a painter who was good at painting beauties. His wife was disfigured due to an innocent disaster. The painter wanted to make his wife happy, so he painted her face every day. Mantle, but no matter how can not reach the artist's realm.He actually felt that the painting on paper was not good enough, so he peeled the skin to paint, and created the technique of painting skin. The method was cruel and heinous, and he disappeared for decades after being wanted by the court.

Although there are many villains in the Jianghu who like to kill and steal goods, skinned and gouged out their eyes—the three villains Ji Wuming and the others met in Yuelai Inn are like this, but no one can reproduce the art of painting skin.

"The painted skin old demon is dead." The old man snorted coldly, the smile on his face was weird and strange, but there was some joy for no reason, and the hoarse voice was deliberately lowered and distorted into an uncomfortable tone, "The old demon was killed The old bird chased and fell into the stone forest, and I saved it, but the old demon didn't know what to do, kept my face in every sentence, and used the art of painting skin to encourage me."

The old man touched his ferocious face, sneered and said firmly, "I saw him like this, so I acted preemptively, stopped his medicine, let him destroy himself, and went to seclusion by himself."

"Afterwards, when I left the customs, I saw his emaciated corpse. I guess he died of illness." The old man said casually.

Ji Wuming: "..." Why does he sound more like starving to death?

Yan Jingyu had already walked to Ji Wuming's side by himself, and the two looked at each other. When Ji Wuming asked him, the young man in Tsing Yi shook his head, expressing that he didn't know about it, and also confirmed his guess by the way.

"I entered the valley three years ago, and there was no normal food in the valley, only Ruanjinsan." He ate for a year to wrap his belly until he could make simple meals.

Yan Jingyu's face was expressionless, and her voice was equally calm, as if she had nothing to do with her experience of what could be called the tears she saw and the sadness she heard, neither sad nor happy nor resentful.

Ji Wuming thought of the thin body of the young man in Tsing Yi, and the protruding shoulder blades, and felt that this fierce-looking young man, who was more than eight feet tall, was simply a pitiful little cabbage, which made his heart soften.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched the boy's head, "Thank you."

It seems that Lin Yuezhi should give more pocket money, so as not to make the child suffer any more.

Yan Jingyu tilted her head, always feeling that the tall "woman" who was taller than herself in front of her was thinking a bit astray.But he stood there obediently, enjoying the comfort of the quilt, the black phoenix eyes fell on Ji Wuming's face without blinking, without saying anything to explain.

But the old man saw the scheming behind Yan Jingyu's expressionless face at a glance, snorted out of his nose, and smiled strangely without revealing it.

Nangong Cheng watched them enjoying themselves happily from a distance, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Senior, no matter how you say it, I will protect you all the way, no credit but hard work..."

"Tsk." Before he finished speaking, the old man was impatiently speechless, with an expression on his face as to why you Zhengdao are so troublesome.

Nangong Cheng couldn't continue: "..."

From a distance of one zhang, Ji Wuming could see the unconcealable grievance on the face of this righteous hero.

Fortunately, although the old man doesn't know what is good or bad, he also knows that at this critical moment, the enemy is spying secretly, and they are temporarily allies.

"Although the formation in the stone forest here is of the same origin as the one outside the old man's valley, it is not exactly the same. The Qimen Dunjia is completely different if you move it once. See it all."

He asked Yan Jingyu to put him on the roof of the carriage, overlooking the audience, watched in silence for a while, then took out the compass, cracked the corners of his mouth and gave two strange smiles, "There should be eight complete Qimen Dunjia formations. Not long after the establishment of the formation method, the people who set up the formation were not good at learning skills, and they followed the scriptures, only half of them were restored, and it was still a broken formation."

No wonder they were running around in the formation, but the way was wrong, instead of triggering other mechanisms.The stone forest formation in Tianji Valley, if you make a wrong step, you may die.

Sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, the old man turned around what Nangong Sheng commanded, and finally destroyed the formation.

"Okay, let's go." The old man threw it away after using it, got off the roof of the carriage, and ran into the cave with his cane.

He was very interested in the blood pool and Nether Slave mentioned by Ji Wuming.

Nangong Cheng followed quickly, and the few exchanged information.

"When we were half an hour away from Yangjia Village, we met a group of men in black robes blocking the way. Miss Lin and Brother Yan chased after them. I came to Yangjia Village first in the carriage, and saw this man in black robes halfway. They were dressed the same, worried about Miss Lin and Brother Yan, so they followed, but they didn't want to be trapped by this battle, so they had no choice but to fight him."

Nangong Cheng remembered the sudden killing move of the black-robed man, and said happily, "It's a good thing you are here, otherwise I would surely die."

He didn't understand the formation, and the black-robed man deliberately suppressed his internal energy to lure him into a fight. He caught him off guard and slapped him. If Ji Wuming hadn't injured him, and he was alone, the black-robed man would definitely turn around and give him another blow. , I don't know if he can be lucky enough to avoid it.

The old man snorted, "He didn't intend to kill you at all."

Nangong Sheng wanted to refute.

But Ji Wuming recalled, "That man has a scar on half of his face under his painted skin. I think he is somewhat familiar with martial arts, but I can't remember it for a while."

"I also think his figure and clothes look familiar." Nangong Cheng pondered.

Yan Jingyu's eyebrows and eyes moved, thinking of a person, "Water side."

Nangong Cheng had a flash of inspiration, and he folded his fan and said suddenly, "That's right, there is a slave named Ah Chou next to the foreign boy who calls himself Luo Qi. He has the same body and clothes, and the moves are also similar. They are all palm techniques!"

They had gone deeper and deeper, and the smell of blood was getting heavier and heavier. Nangong Cheng felt that something was wrong and frowned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the pool of blood, as if he could see the broken flesh and remains in the pool.

His face turned pale, his stomach churned, he took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, opened his mouth and vomited.

However, at this moment, it is destined that no one will care about him for the time being.

"Martial arts using blood as a medium." The old man took a look and was sure, "It seems that the murderer has been found."

Ji Wuming nodded, and separated from Yan Jingyu to search the secret place inside and out, only found a genealogy of Yangjiacun, and nothing else.

When they returned to the Yang family's ancestral hall, Nangong Cheng dared to take a few breaths of fresh air, feeling that the bloody smell was still lingering.

On the other side, Lin Yuezhi and Yan Guitian saw Qingyan from a distance, and rode into Yangjia Village. The door of the village house was wide open, and a Taoist monk leaned on salted fish in the courtyard.

When they met for the first time, the monk suddenly jumped up holding the Buddhist beads, and shouted sharply, "Witch Lin Yuezhi!"

Lin Yuezhi and Yan Guitian all changed their faces.