Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Just as he was about to blow that stern bamboo whistle, suddenly, a hand stretched out soundlessly, covering his mouth.

Li Qinghong suddenly turned back, staring at the people behind him with dark eyes: "What are you doing?"

Under the moonlight, the little girl Gu Yu stood up against the wind, and asked softly: "Young master, don't you hate that little drug boy? He's about to be let go now, so why did you stop him?"

Li Qinghong gritted his white teeth: "Young master brother wants to leave with him!"

Gu Yu sighed with pity: "The young master just comes here, his home is here, why would he go with these strangers?"

Li Qinghong hissed: "What if, what if the young master's elder brother really hates this place? He likes that little drug boy very much!"

Gu Yu squatted down, her eyes were a little red: "No, the young master will not abandon you."

Li Qinghong shook his head crazily: "No, I want to call my mother and tell her to kill those people. Then Brother Young Master won't leave."

Gu Yu looked at him: "But the young master will be very angry with you."

Li Qinghong was startled, and murmured: "No...he won't take revenge on me."

"If you let them go now, the young master will come back happily, and soon forget about that little drug boy." Gu Yu said softly, "But if you kill them, the young master will always be in his heart." Thinking of him, maybe I will never forget him in my life."

The bamboo whistle in Li Qinghong's hand had already been raised to his mouth again, but after hearing this sentence, his body trembled.

After a while, he finally stomped his foot, threw the whistle on the ground, crushed it to pieces, turned around and ran away.

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The future was dark, rows of weeds and shrubs kept receding around everyone, a dark valley gradually appeared in the distance, and a faint black mist permeated the edge.

Yuan Qinghang stopped suddenly, reached out to stop the crowd, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

"There is a poisonous miasma belt in front, you must take this antidote before you can pass through it."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and the senior brother in the lead gritted his teeth: "How do we know that you are not trying to harm someone?"

Yuan Qinghang was no more than seven or eight years old. He raised his head to see that he was still a little struggling, and shook his head: "Harming you? When Aunt Hong comes tomorrow, feed the new poison, and it's my turn to do it?"

The few people were still hesitating, but Mu Xiaoqi stretched out her hand silently, took a pill, and swallowed it with her mouth open.

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with a smile: "So good."

Seeing that several people took the pills suspiciously, he clapped his hands and led them into the forest.

As soon as he entered the dense forest, the blinding black demonic energy blocked his eyes a few feet away, and the moonlight above his head became blurred through the trees and mist in the mountains.

The devilish energy that grows in the mountains is suitable for the cultivation of the devil sect, but for the immortal sect, it is a natural poisonous miasma. If it is inhaled too much, it is very easy to feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and gradually lose consciousness.

Thanks to the medicine given by Yuan Qinghang, a group of people could move without hindrance, and followed Yuan Qinghang tremblingly.

In front, Yuan Qinghang's body was extremely flexible, walking through the bushes, going deeper and deeper into the mountains.

The entire territory of the Demon Sect is vast, rich in all kinds of poisonous flowers and fruits, and there is no shortage of gatherings of demonic dead things.

The places where the sects of the Immortal Sect live are far away from here. Originally, the wells did not interfere with the rivers, but in the past few thousand years, the situation has changed.

Between heaven and earth, the originally abundant aura is gradually thinning out, and the spiritual meridians are withered. The transcendence and ascension in ancient times have long since disappeared, and few people have broken through such things as out of body and fusion.

Insufficient spiritual energy, but demonic energy ebbs and flows, many people are unable to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, so naturally they slowly start to seek other methods, and demonic cultivation gradually becomes stronger.

The number of magic cultivators is increasing day by day, and the system and mentality are gradually maturing. After some talented casual cultivators create their own sects, there are even masters of the magic core realm that can compete with the golden core realm.

After many years of ups and downs, an amazingly talented and wicked person appeared in the Demon Sect, Yuan Qinghang's uncle, Yuan Zuoyi.

Since his birth, the dispute between the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect began to intensify.

After several times of entanglements and bloody storms, Yuan Zuoyi died, and the rest of the old demon sect also retreated to the demon world, separated from the territory of the immortal sect by a mountain range, and unable to communicate with each other.

After the world-protecting formation is activated, if you want to travel through it, you can only pass through a specific small teleportation formation.

Holding a small compass in his palm, Yuan Qinghang came to a huge tree in the direction of the fluorescent pointer.

The big tree stands in the empty valley, towering and tall, with snow-white air roots hanging down from all around, firmly piercing into the ground, and the air roots are dense, surrounding the big tree, like a cage, which is very strange.

Yuan Qinghang motioned for the crowd to stop, beckoned to Mu Xiaoqi alone, and pulled him aside, away from the crowd.

"When you pass through here later, you will be teleported to the area bordering the Demon Realm and the Immortal Sect, go back by yourself." He looked at Mu Xiaoqi and smiled gently, "I have caused you to suffer these days, don't be angry La."

No matter what, this original body has done a lot of bad and vicious things, so I have to say sorry.

Mu Xiaoqi stood there quietly, her moon-white robe fluttering in the wind, the Ganoderma lucidum patterns on it curled up, as if surrounded by layers of waves.

Although he is still young, he has a calm demeanor, like a young bamboo plant.

His dark eyes sparkled: "Why did you let us go?"

Yuan Qinghang raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I'm tired of playing, can't I? Besides, isn't this afraid of your revenge ten years later?"

Mu Xiaoqi looked weird, and said in a low voice: "You won't be afraid."

Yuan Qinghang laughed, suddenly remembered something, and whispered: "By the way, I want to ask you something—have you ever heard of the name Ning Duo?"

Mu Xiaoqi was stunned, his expression stunned: "Who is that?"

"It is said that he belongs to the Sword Sect, and is about the same age as you." Yuan Qinghang thought hard, "Is there any powerful little seedling in your famous sect of Xianzong, isn't he famous all over the world since he was a child?"

Mu Xiaoqi shook her head, her expression did not seem to be fake: "Jianzong is an elder with the surname Ning, but I have never heard of a young disciple named Ning Duo."

Yuan Qinghang scratched his head.

This kid really isn't the hero, if that's the case, then there should be no future in the future.

Mu Xiaoqi lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "From now on...don't do evil again, and don't take other people's lives at will. Otherwise, ten years later, I will still come to you."

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but laugh: this kid, how can he be so lenient?Very middle school!

"What are you looking for me for?" He smiled, "Want to be stripped naked by me and tied up again?"

Mu Xiaoqiruyu's face was flushed with blood, and she said angrily, "I'll tie you up next time!"

Yuan Qinghang was angry and funny: "Oh, I'll wait for you!"

Mu Xiaoqi looked at his energetic face, gritted her teeth secretly: "Anyway, you should do it yourself."

Not far away, several Shennonggu disciples got together and looked at each other with strange expressions.

One of them lowered his voice: "Fortunately, this plan was hidden from my junior brother. You see, children just don't hold grudges, so they can get close so quickly."

The little junior named Mu Yuan was a little hesitant: "But, but he seems to really want to let us go..."

"What do you know, this little devil is capricious, have you forgotten how much poison he gave us?"

Behind the big tree, Yuan Qinghang waved his hand: "Okay, I've finished asking, let's see you go."

Mu Xiaoqi didn't move, stood there, seemed to be struggling with something fiercely in her heart, rolled up her sleeves for a while, and took something from her wrist.

A wooden bracelet, very ordinary in appearance.The wood grain is rustic, like the stuff you'd find in any jewelry store.

He lowered his head and handed the wooden bracelet to Yuan Qinghang: "This is for you."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback.

When Mu Xiaoqi undressed for acupuncture, he had seen this bracelet before, because it was ordinary, so he didn't pay much attention to it, so now he wants to give it to him?

Seeing him surprised, Mu Xiaoqi blushed, "I know you don't lack these, so forget it."

Just about to withdraw his hand and go back, Yuan Qinghang laughed and reached out to take it.

Although it is not a valuable item, since it is worn close to the body, it must be given out solemnly.

"What, is it a thank you gift for me? All right, we settle it." He casually put the wooden bracelet on the other hand, but suddenly felt a little strange.

The bracelet was warm and smooth, it didn't feel like real wood, and the warmth that suddenly penetrated into the skin was even more familiar.

Mu Xiaoqi's eyes stayed on the wooden bracelet for a long time before he whispered: "Don't throw it away. Although it is not expensive, it can suppress the internal fire and reduce dryness, and it is very useful for helping cultivation."

Yuan Qinghang couldn't laugh or cry.

His body is rather cold at all, his hands and feet are often cold, what do you want this thing to suppress anger?

But to say it so bluntly would hurt the child's good intentions too much.

"I won't throw it away." He nodded softly, "If you come to me ten years later, we will change, and you will recognize me when you see it."

Mu Xiaoqi glanced at him quietly, there seemed to be a little gleam in her eyes.

The two walked around the tree trunk, and Yuan Qinghang took out a bag of magic crystals from his bosom, and raised his hand to spread the air roots of the tree in eight directions.

The eyes of the octagonal array were shining brightly, and a vortex suddenly appeared under the roots of the tree. Yuan Qinghang pushed Mu Xiaoqi in first: "Let's go, one by one!"

He stood outside the vortex, and the senior brother who was closest to him watched several senior brothers leap into the formation, suddenly turned around, reached out quickly, and grabbed Yuan Qinghang's pulse gate!

Caught off guard, Yuan Qinghang leaned forward, and his whole body fell into the eye of the formation.

The world was spinning, and after a short while, his body had already appeared in another strange place.

Surrounded by greenery, fresh air, chirping birds, and gurgling springs, it is completely different from the dark and quiet demon world.

And above the head, the sun is rising, and even the time is different!

Behind him, several Shennonggu disciples who had come earlier stood in all directions, surrounding him.

Yuan Qinghang raised his head, squinted his eyes to adapt to the sunlight, and looked at the people who were staring at him all around: "Hey, what are you doing, inviting me to play in your Shennong Valley?"

The elder brother turned around behind him, blocked the eyes of the teleportation formation, and then said: "Yes, you guessed it right, let us go."

Mu Xiaoqi watched Yuan Qinghang fall out of those eyes, her face was shocked, she turned her head suddenly, and looked at several senior brothers: "What are you doing?"

The senior brother stretched out his hand and pulled him away: "Xiao Qi, don't worry about it. Our senior brothers have their own calculations."

Yuan Qinghang was disappointed and sighed: "I thought I was kind to you."

After all, Mu Yuan was young, so he hurriedly said: "You are so young, so naturally we won't make things difficult for you. We just take you back to Shennong Valley so that we can find the left guardian to pay back the blood debt."

Another person said loudly: "That's right! That stinky bitch has a deep hatred with our Medicine Sect. I don't know how many innocent lives are in my hands. We arrested you just to blackmail her."

Yuanqing Hang raised his eyebrows: "How to threaten? Tell her to kill herself, or kill me?"

Those few people looked embarrassed: "That has to be decided by our Valley Master. In short, if you follow us obediently, you won't suffer."

Mu Xiaoqi said in a deep voice: "Brothers, this is not right."

"What's wrong, don't look at him as young, he will definitely be a devil who will do all kinds of evil in the future!"

Mu Xiaoqi shook his head: "He kindly let us go back, if we treat him like this, isn't it repaying kindness with hatred?"

Although he was young, when he said this, he was serious and solemn, his eyes were clear and he could not be looked directly at.

Those senior brothers blushed, and one of them shouted in embarrassment: "You are young and have little experience, step down quickly. Otherwise, don't blame us for telling the master to punish you after we go back."

Yuan Qinghang watched with cold eyes, while they were arguing, he made a wrong step, slid out a few steps like swimming fish, and rushed towards the opening of the formation.

Those Shennonggu disciples were watching him, just as he moved, several figures had already caught up to him, their steps advanced and retreated at a certain pace, and they vaguely set up a small defensive formation.

Yuan Qinghang's body is only seven or eight years old. Although he has the cultivation base of the late stage of Qi refining, he can't break free under this encirclement.

While he was anxious, a piercing sword intent came across the sky and stabbed at the person beside him.

The man yelled, his wrist was hit, he staggered back, and shouted angrily: "Xiao Qi, are you crazy?"

Mu Xiaoqi is holding a branch with several green leaves on it, slowly unfurling.

He jumped into the siege of several senior brothers, and said coldly: "It is the senior brothers who lost their minds and went crazy."

Yuan Qinghang shook his head, with regret on his face: "Aunt Hong said that all of you famous immortal sects are full of benevolence and morality, but you are all cunning and treacherous behind your back. I thought she was scaring me, but I didn't expect to exaggerate."

Mu Xiaoqi's expression was cold, and she clenched her teeth.

Yuan Qinghang said leisurely: "But since you all said it, I will definitely be a big devil who will do all kinds of evil in the future, so how can I disappoint you?"

He flipped his small hand, and the small white porcelain bottle was exposed, with a sly smile: "Brothers, the miasma-avoiding pill you just took, does it taste good?"

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The author has something to say:

Classmate Xiao Li: (Hopefully) Brother Young Master will belong to me alone in the future!

Xiao Yuan: (Shocked) Oh, I can't go back!

Student Xiaoqi: (calmly) Very good, stay and grow up with me.