Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang lowered his head in frustration, worried for a while, and dragged Ning Duo back into the cave.

He took off the "Suppression of Misfortune" bracelet from his hand, and put it on for Ning Duo himself.

Ning Duo's wrist was thin and slender, but his skeleton was slightly larger than his. Yuan Qinghang reached out to touch the bracelet ring, and the bracelet shrank suddenly, automatically becoming smaller, and it just stuck firmly on Ning Duo's wrist.

"This pair of bracelets can be separated or combined. Originally, yours could suppress the fire in your heart." He solemnly said, "In the future, if you encounter heartache and fever, you should quickly take it apart and only wear your half. It's kind of good."

Ning Duo was startled, and was about to take it off, Yuan Qinghang glared, a little annoyed: "Don't mother-in-law. I'm a little bit cold, and there are many ways to do it. You need it more than me now, so wear it properly!"

Ning Duo said helplessly: "Since yours can only warm and nourish the heart, I can only suppress the fire in my heart. Wouldn't it be better to wear one separately?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head quickly: "No, no, you don't understand. This pair of bracelets is originally one. Uncle Ji and I have studied it for a long time, and we both feel that if the destroyed miniature attachment formation can be repaired, they will be combined together. It must be extremely powerful. In short, it is better not to separate."

Ning Duo hesitated for a while, seeing his firm face, finally nodded: "Okay."

Yuan Qinghang pulled out a large pile of medicinal materials from the storage bag again, and waved his hands: "Go, go, go to sleep, leave me alone. I'll figure out a way."

Seeing Ning Duo standing still, he smiled and said, "Oh, I took a nap during the day for a long time, but I can't sleep now. I'll concoct some remedies for calming the mind and relieving the fire, and I'll give you a try."

Ning Duo watched him silently for a while, and finally walked to the side by himself, put on his clothes and lay down.

Yuan Qinghang sat at the entrance of the cave, took out a Little Night Pearl, covered the light with his back, and carefully considered the prescription.

After writing and drawing, drawing and drawing, I don't know how long it took, and finally drew up a satisfactory prescription.

He stood on tiptoe and was about to sneak out quietly to find a place to practice alchemy. As soon as he got to the edge of the tent, he heard a faint voice behind him: "Do you think I can really sleep?"

Yuan Qinghang paused and turned his head.

Ning Duo didn't know when he opened his eyes, they were looking at him quietly.

Yuan Qinghang's heart softened, he sighed, turned around and lay down beside him.

"Okay, okay, let's sleep together."

Ning Duo moved aside a little reservedly, and closed his eyes.

The two of them always slept together like this in Ten Thousand Blade Tombs, but since they parted, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

At this time, they were lying together again, as if it had been a long time, but it seemed that they had never been separated every night.

Yuan Qinghang had a lot of thoughts in his mind, thinking about the prescription for a while, and thinking about Shang Yuan's exit for a while.

Thinking about it, thinking about Ji Banxia and Shuangjiang, they don't know what to do now, but they can't fall asleep anyway.

The mountains outside were silent, and the huge shock just now seemed to have never happened.

Yuan Qinghang listened to the extremely shallow breathing around him, and quietly discerned for a while.

The breath is long, even and distant, and it looks like he is completely asleep.

He opened his eyes, turned sideways silently, and looked at the face close at hand.

The eyebrows are straight, the nose is bold, and the bones have the most outstanding heroic spirit of a man, but the facial lines are soft as if carefully carved, diluting the sharpness and blending in the handsomeness of a boy.

Although I can't be more familiar with what I'm already familiar with, but I can't seem to get tired of watching it at such a close distance.

Yuan Qinghang stretched out his fingers, silently tracing the outline of Ning Duo's face.

Then he sighed inwardly.

After all, it's still... a little thinner.

But it's really strange, how can there be such a good-looking and good-looking person in the world?

From top to bottom, I can't find any shortcomings. If I insist on talking about shortcomings, I just say a little less.

Ah... It's good to talk less, boys, like me, others don't know whether they think it's loud or not.

Besides, out of two people, it is enough for one of them to be talkative.

Huh?Thinking about what happened to the two of them, after this big event is over, they won't stay with him forever!

Staring like this for a long time, under the dim light of the luminous pearl in the corner, Ning Duo's soft and elegant face like jade seemed to turn slightly red.

Yuan Qinghang rubbed his eyes.

It's really red, and it's getting redder and redder visible to the naked eye.

But listening to his breathing, he was still calm and even, not as if he was disturbed by a nightmare at all.

He was startled suddenly, maybe the inexplicable fever came again? !

He hastily stretched out his hand, and lightly touched Ning Duo's forehead, his movements were extremely gentle, lest he would wake him up.

This touch, sure enough!

His forehead was hot, his face was hot, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yuan Qinghang felt anxious, sat up suddenly, and put his hand on Ning Duo's wrist.

No, the pulse is also very fast, rapid and powerful, beating vigorously.

The healthier the heart is, the slower the heartbeat should be in sleep. Ning Duo already has such a cultivation base, how could this happen?

Just as he was restless, the white wrist under his hand suddenly lifted and grabbed him with his backhand.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, but was stunned.

At some point, Ning Duo woke up.

In a pair of eyes like deep pools of autumn water, there seemed to be sparkling light that had just woken up, with a crystal clear light.

"What are you doing?..." His voice was a little strangely hoarse.

Yuan Qinghang was flustered and anxious again: "You seem to have a fever again, hurry up and separate the bracelets, and try to suppress your anger!"

I would rather not move.

In his eyes, the strange light seemed to be brighter, and he said in a low voice, "I'm a little angry."

"Then hurry up and press it, don't push it too hard..."

"Anyone who is stared at for such a long time and then touched from face to hands will get hot." Ning Duo said slowly.

Yuan Qinghang was tongue-tied, his face flushed rapidly.

He stared at Ning Duo, threw his hand away angrily, and complained, "So you woke up a long time ago."

Ning Duo lowered his eyes faintly: "Well, I didn't fall asleep."

"Too cunning!..."

Ning Duo closed his eyes again, and his sparkling eyes were covered by two thick black eyelashes.

The walls of the cave are dark, and the pearls are shining brightly. His face is like warm jade dyed with a tinge of sunset glow, and his beauty is not like the appearance of the world.

Yuan Qinghang danced for a long time with a "thump" in his heart, and he didn't know what to dance for, so he gritted his teeth, turned over and fell asleep again.

...For a long time, I only heard Ning Duo's voice next to me: "Tomorrow morning, I'm going back to the sect."

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank.

"It's a big deal for the entire sect of the immortal family to leave the customs. I can no longer hide here."

Ning Duo said in a low voice: "Also, I want to ask Master personally, does he know about the corpse in Master Zheng's tomb?"

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Among the Cangqiong Sect, the Chixia Hall.

Yellow mantles are ostentatious everywhere, and red lanterns are hung high.

The Sky Sect was originally the largest Sword Sect sect in the world, with many disciples. Now, no matter the disciples of the outer sect or the core disciples who are valued by the inner sect, no matter where they are, they all received the letter from the spirit bird and rushed back one after another.

Shang Yuan, the head of the supreme sect who had been closed for many years, officially left the gate last night.

Not only has he healed from the wounds he suffered in the battle against the Demon Sect many years ago, but his cultivation base has also grown frighteningly, and it is said that he has broken through the original peak.

Only a small piece of white cloud was embroidered on the robes of several young disciples. They were the disciples of the foundation establishment stage, discussing excitedly as they hurried forward.

"The Taishang sect was originally at the Jindan Consummation realm, but now I heard that the realm is even higher, this...isn't this going to the Nascent Soul?"

"Impossible! The spiritual energy in the world is withered, and no one has formed a Nascent Soul in the body for many years. If the Supreme Master really broke through the Nascent Soul Realm, wouldn't it be the real No. 1 for thousands of years?"

A handsome young disciple held a sword in his hand and shook his head as he walked: "That's not true. In the past, there was also a person in our sect who was said to have broken through another layer of Jindan perfection..."

Several younger juniors around him were younger than him, and they didn't know the secrets of the sect at all, so they all asked curiously: "Ah? Who is that?"

The little disciple hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Ning Wanfeng, the traitor in the sect. He was originally a Jindan consummation, almost on the same level as our ancestor master, but after the Jindan was destroyed, he practiced breaking gold again. Trick."

Several junior brothers exclaimed in unison, as if they heard something terrifying: "Oh, that! It is said that after cultivation, one can form a magic pill, and it is often higher than the original realm."

The delicate little disciple nodded: "He has successfully practiced the Gold-breaking Jue from the golden elixir, so it should be a little higher than the highest level of the magic elixir, and it should be the same as the Nascent Soul level."

Several junior juniors were shocked and itchy: "What is the magic baby environment like?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it must be amazing."

"I don't believe it. It's so powerful, why is it still dead?"

They were discussing in a low voice, when suddenly, the leading disciple looked forward, his face froze.

He hastily tugged on the sleeve of his companion and coughed: "Second Senior Brother..."

In the thin morning light, a tall and tall figure stood at the entrance of the hall, the long sword in his waist and his body seemed to be integrated into one.

On his usually gentle and calm face, there exuded a certain kind of extremely sharp spirit.

Ning Duo glanced at the junior juniors indifferently, and nodded.

Those few disciples were all excellent foundation-building disciples in the inner sect, and they had received his guidance and teachings, and they all respectfully saluted him: "Second Senior Brother, are you back?"

"Morning, second senior brother!"

Ning Duo nodded one by one, there was no expression on his handsome face.

Several people left in a file, and after a long walk, someone patted his chest: "Even though the second senior brother is usually a little reticent, it seems to be getting colder and colder recently, don't you think?"

"Hey...Second senior brother is full of gossip now, he must be worried too."

Someone turned to look at the handsome little disciple: "Senior brother Ning was locked up in the back mountain last time, didn't you deliver the food?"

"Hey, I heard you were knocked out by him? Is Second Senior Brother so fierce?"

The junior brother raised his chest: "Hmph, second senior brother is so kind to me, how could he be willing to hit me. He just closed my spiritual acupuncture point and told me to have a good sleep."

A group of little brothers walked away, and Ning Duo stood by the vermilion column by the side of the hall, and lightly knocked on the column with his scabbard.

A mediocre young man's face poked out, his eyes rolled around, agile and cunning.

It was the easy-going Yuan Qinghang.

He found a set of clothes from the Cang Qiong sect from nowhere, pretended to be an ordinary outer disciple, and looked around: "Hurry up, fly away with the little devil for so many days, and if you don't show up again, your master will be angry Gotta vomit blood."

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment: "Then you go to my room and wait. I'll go to you right away after I finish my business."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and waved at him: "Go quickly, I know the way."

Watching Ning Duo's figure leave, he mingled with a group of outer disciples who came in, and walked out of the palace gate without any surprise or danger.

Bells and drums rang in front of the Cangqiong Sect, and the voices of people were faint. Presumably, when Shang Yuan came out, all disciples and disciples had to meet and salute separately, and there might be a lot of red tape.

The last time he went to the small courtyard where Ning Duo lived alone, he blocked Ning Duo who was going out to the cemetery late at night, and he still remembered the way there clearly.

He met no one at all along the way, and with the wind under his feet, he followed the mountain path and found Ning Duo's residence.

The small courtyard is fresh and elegant. Shang Lang and Ning Duo live on the left and right respectively, and they don't live together with other disciples.

Shang Lang is the genuine eldest grandson of the merchant, and Ning Duo is the beloved apprentice accepted by the acting head Ning Cheng himself. Of course, the daily life, food and clothing are much better than ordinary disciples.

Even in this small courtyard, the big willow tree at the door is a rare tree species, evergreen in all seasons, and its branches are tender.

In the yard, the small bluestone case and two wicker chairs are still there.

The crabapple tree on the top hadn't bloomed the last time I came here, but now it has produced fruit, with a bright red color dotted among the dense green leaves.

Yuan Qinghang closed the courtyard door, walked to the small bluestone table and sat down, picked up the cold spring pot next to it.

There are two teacups on the small stone table, the one on the left is near Shang Lang's residence, and the one on the right is near Ning Duo's side.

He lowered his head to identify it, found Ning Duo's one, and then slowly handed it to his mouth.

At the entrance of the cold spring, in addition to the clearness of the spiritual spring water, there seems to be a faint fragrance of coldness.

He was absent-mindedly savoring the very faint cold fragrance, and suddenly his hands stopped.

This fragrance... This is the cup that Ning Duotian used.

Oops, Oops, Ning Duo, who loves cleanliness to the point of being slightly obsessed with cleanliness, would he be angry if he found out that someone touched his glass?

Even if you're not angry, if you drink it like this, is it an indirect kiss?

His face suddenly became very hot, he hurriedly put down the teacup, and put his hands on his knees in a dignified manner, but his mind was full of thoughts and thoughts.

After sitting for a while, he was really thirsty, he gritted his teeth, picked up Ning Duo's teacup, drank the cold spring in one gulp, and stood up.

After a few steps out of the small courtyard, he carefully bypassed the main road and rushed towards somewhere.

Before coming, he asked Ning Duo for the map of the entire Cangqiong Sect, and he knew all the palaces and residences.

Soon, they found a palace complex on the map.

It is said that it is a palace group, but there are not many palaces.

The bedroom in the center belongs to the Supreme Master Shang Yuan, and it has been vacant for many years. The two sides belong to the elders of the previous generation of Jianzong, and the residences of Shang Wuji and Ning Cheng are separated on the two sides.

On the other side of Shang Wuji's residence, there is also the resting hall where he usually recuperates from his illness.

There was no one around, and it was broad daylight, and the house was completely quiet.

I don't know if it's because the resting hall has been smelling of sickness and medicine for a long time. When I walked in the door, there was an indescribable gloom and ominousness.

Yuan Qinghang bypassed Shang Wuji's room and went straight to Ning Cheng's residence.

The door is closed tightly, and the brown-red wooden board is engraved with the common pattern of white clouds and red clouds in the Cang Qiong School.

It should have been a common decoration, but Yuan Qinghang stared at it for a while, but didn't reach out to push it.

Carefully took out the brake disc of Yuxiezhi, gently pushed it with the palm of his hand, and probed around the door frame.

Sure enough, a white electric light suddenly flashed in a white cloud at the corner of the gate!

Yuan Qinghang struck out a talisman with quick hands and eyes, and hit the center of the electric light. The electric light flickered a few times and then went out.

Only then did Yuan Qinghang press his hand on the door and push it lightly.

The door opened.

The inside is neat and elegant, except for the necessary beds for daily life and desks and chairs for writing desks, there are almost no other extra furniture and utensils.

Yuan Qinghang closed the door, looked around the room, and finally, his eyes fell on the bedside pillar.

The shielding array is very ingenious, but in the eyes of someone who is proficient in magic techniques like him, it is still not enough.

His eyes were bright, and he fiddled with the headpost of the bed a few times with great interest, and a secret door slid open on the wall behind the bed!