Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Cheng's voice was calm, but his narration was very detailed. It was obvious that the conversation of more than ten years ago was still firmly in his heart, and he did not write a single word.

He went on to say: "At that time, I was very unhappy when I heard senior brother say so excitedly, but I didn't dare to show it, so I said: Senior brother, you are so friendly to everyone, and the people from the Demon Sect naturally think you are nice too. "

"Brother shook his head and said; that man is so proud, ordinary people can't get into his eyes."

"I resentfully said: Then senior brother still associates with this kind of person with upturned nostrils?"

"Senior brother laughed, his eyes sparkled, he seemed a little reserved and a little proud, and said: Then he treats me differently. That person said that in the whole world, anyone who can make him admire from the bottom of his heart is also There are only a few people. Yuwen Muyun from Yuwen’s family is one, and there is another one, and that’s me I met today.”

"I heard senior brother say this, so I couldn't help but interjected: Then this devil still has a bit of vision, senior brother, you and the eldest son of the Yuwen family are equally famous in the world, you can be regarded as the leader among young immortals!"

"Senior brother looked a little strange, and said: But when that person mentioned Yuwen Muyun, he said that although this person has a high level of cultivation, he is a pedantic idiot. Not only did he kill himself with kindness, but he also made his family suffer."

"I was shocked when I heard this, and hurriedly asked: Isn't the eldest son of Yuwen's family missing? Why did he say he was dead?"

"Brother shook his head and said: I was also quite surprised. I tried to ask a few more questions, but that person didn't want to talk more. He just said coldly. Anyway, the person who killed him is also dead."

Yuan Qinghang was secretly shocked when he heard it.

These old things in Ning Cheng's mouth sound plain, but when you think about it carefully, they are thrilling. I don't know how many bloody and shocking secrets are behind them.

Yuwen Muyun, a young fairy with an excellent reputation, fell for no reason when he was young, but now it sounds like he was murdered by others.

And the person who killed Yuwen Muyun also died, did his uncle Yuan Zuoyi see it with his own eyes?

I just don't know if Mr. Yu Wenhan knows these details? ...

Ning Duo listened for a long time, and finally said: "My uncle... and that demon cultivator hit it off."

Ning Cheng suddenly became excited: "Nonsense! Brother, he just has a pure heart and doesn't know how to recognize people."

His tone was full of anger and hatred: "That Yuan Zuoyi is very good-looking, and his cultivation is astonishing. As long as such a person is willing to let go of his figure, he will naturally deceive anyone."

Yuan Qinghang took a deep breath under the bed, thinking to himself: "This Ning Cheng is really an extreme brother-controller. When he sees the senior brother he admires and makes friends with outsiders, he becomes jealous like this. Hmph, how could my uncle be willing to do anything for anyone? Putting down your figure is naturally because my Xiaoqi's uncle is worth it."

After all, Ning Duo couldn't refute his master, but he couldn't help but said, "That man is Mozong Yuan Zuoyi, right?"

Ning Cheng's face was ashen, and he said: "Hmph, that's the devil. But at that time, senior brother didn't know his identity. I asked him at that time, senior brother, who is this person you met? Senior brother smiled and said, between friends , the most important thing is to talk to each other, since he didn't take the initiative to say it, why should I ask?"

In the small secret room, the atmosphere was depressing, but when Ning Cheng talked about these old things, the appearance of the young fairy that floated in front of Yuan Qinghang's eyes was so vivid and lifelike.

It was as if I could see his smiling eyebrows and hear his gentle voice.

I could only hear Ning Cheng's voice full of pain, and continued: "I was bored when I heard what my brother said, so I asked angrily: "Brother, aren't you very good with Brother Shang and Brother Zheng? Why do you have to be with a brother?" People from the Demon Sect?"

"Senior brother smiled and patted my head, and said; you don't understand. My brothers and I are brothers and sisters, but with this person, we are lifelong confidants and hit it off at first sight."

"Seeing my ignorant look, he said again: That night, after I stopped fighting with him, he suddenly said, when I came out of the water just now, I seemed to have disturbed Xianjun's joy in playing the flute. I don't know if I have the honor to listen to a song? "

"I happily played the flute, and played the flute music that was interrupted just now. He listened carefully at the side. After a while, he took out a shakuhachi and gently echoed me."

"At the end of the song, I just felt an indescribable shock in my heart. When this person and I played together, they were in perfect harmony, as if we both knew each other's intentions, with ups and downs, high and low speeds, as if we had rehearsed countless times beforehand. Same."

"Xiao Cheng, do you know that words and actions can be faked, but the melody and music can convey the true voice of the people, so it cannot be faked. There are hills and valleys in this song, and the heart is even more open and proud. Little ones."

Ning Duo said in a low voice: "In high mountains and flowing waters, one must meet a bosom friend."

The thin green vines at his feet nodded in unison, as if they agreed deeply.

Ning Cheng was even angrier: "Why are you as naive as your uncle? If you can really tell people's hearts with a broken piece of music, how could senior brother die in the end!"

Yuan Qinghang was angry for a while: "This Ning Cheng is really a fool, he doesn't understand his senior brother at all. Ning Wanfeng is such an elegant and upright gentleman, the tune he blows is naturally rare in the world, why is it a broken tune! "

Sure enough, Ning Cheng said again: "When I listened to it, I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to contradict senior brother, so I could only say bitterly: Oh, I know, senior brother said he is a good person, so let's treat him as a good person. Senior brother said gently Said softly: There is no such clear boundary between good and bad people."

"I was a little unconvinced and said: If a person has killed someone and set fire to it, he must be a bad person. There are still boundaries."

"Brother shook his head and said seriously: He really killed someone for me."

"I was taken aback and asked: What?! Why did he kill for you?"

"Senior brother's expression suddenly became serious, and he said with hatred: My brothers and sisters-in-law are not really sick. There are demon cultivators doing evil, raising Gu to release poison and refining secret medicine in the villages near them. The villages here have been artificially stricken with plagues. But the evil demon cultivator's whereabouts are hidden, and I have tried my best, but I can't find the murderer."

"I exclaimed, and said in a trembling voice: This, this villain of the Demon Sect really deserves death!"

"Senior brother said lightly: After the man and I played a piece together, he suddenly said, what kind of resentment and grief is there in Xianjun's heart, why don't you just say it out and listen? I know he has heard what I think in the sound of the song, so he I no longer conceal it, and told him exactly what I just found my elder brother's family."

"After he listened quietly, he said: When we met for the first time, we became like old friends at the first sight of Xianjun. Hearing such a disaster, I also feel sorry for him."

"At that time, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the shadows of the trees were whirling. We played in the middle of the night and talked with each other for a long time. He was tired. He looked up at the moonlight, and suddenly said: "It's late at night and people are tired. Why don't you rest first?" Now, I have something important to do, so I come as soon as I go, would Xianjun be willing to wait for a while?"

"I was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Brother has something to do, just do it yourself, I should go back to the sect."

"But the man was very persistent, saying: I haven't had a good chat with Xianjun yet, and I haven't had time to discuss my cultivation skills. If I say goodbye here, I will regret it."

"In fact, I was also reluctant to let go, so I readily agreed, saying that I will take a nap in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and wait for him to come back."

"This time, I waited for three full days and three nights. From the morning when the sun rose on the lake, to the evening when the sun gradually dimmed, and then to the night when the night fell, I still couldn't wait for him to come back."

"When he left, he didn't tell me how long he would have to wait. I stayed in the Qingyun Pavilion in the middle of the lake for a few days, and I wanted to leave, but for some reason, I always felt that he must be a person who kept his promise."

"That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I sat alone in the boat, floating with the waves around the pavilion, thinking that I would wait for the last night and leave tomorrow morning."

"As a result, just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, the bow of the boat sank, but he finally came on the waves."

"I saw bloodstains all over his black clothes, and there was a black and swollen scar on one arm. Seeing me turning over and sitting up and staring at him blankly, the tired look on his face seemed to dissipate in an instant, and he said happily: I was just afraid that you were gone, but luckily I made it in time."

"Speaking, he threw a black package in front of me and said: This is a gift from me for meeting you, I hope Xianjun likes it."

"When I saw it, my heart skipped a beat. The shape of the package was round, and blood was still dripping from it. I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

"Sure enough, after opening it with a sword, there was a hideous human head inside..."

Ning Cheng's voice was calm, but speaking of these old conversations, it seemed to imitate Ning Wanfeng's tone, which was completely different from his usual tone of voice.

Yuan Qinghang listened, but felt strange in his heart.

No matter how impressive he is, after all, more than ten years have passed, but Ning Cheng seems to remember every detail and every sentence of the conversation clearly.

In his heart, how paranoid is this person about what happened that night, or about his senior brother Ning Wanfeng? ...

I only heard Ning Cheng continue: "I was shocked when I heard senior brother say that, and blurted out: Is this devil crazy! What are you doing to give senior brother a head?!"

"Brother's eyes were shining brightly, and he said: He indeed gave me a shocking gift, and I am very grateful."

"Seeing my bewildered look, he sighed softly, and said: You must never have imagined that he traveled thousands of miles in the starry night, but he went to the Demon Sect. He tried his best to search and question, and finally helped me find out who used the plague poison. The murderer who killed my brother-in-law's village."

"After finding it, he didn't stop for a moment, rushed to the hiding place of the demon cultivator, and beheaded the man himself."

"I looked at the injury on his arm, and knew in my heart that it must be the injury of the demon cultivator. I was grateful and shocked at the same time."

"It's only the first time I met him, and we don't even know each other's names, but he is willing to do this for me, so how can it be unfavorable?"

"I thought about it, gave him a long bow, and said: I don't want to thank you for your kindness. The sky sent Ning Wanfeng to record this friendship and make it up later."

"The man just smiled, tilted his body, fell tiredly in the boat, and said: I'm really tired now, Ning Xianjun doesn't need to return the gift, as long as he plays a tune for me, I feel happier than anything else. "

"Although he knew my name, he never mentioned his own name, and it was inconvenient for me to ask, so I quickly found some elixir for detoxification and blood stasis, applied it on the wound for him, then sat beside him, and blew The first "Happy to Know"."

"He listened to the piece quietly, and then said in a gentle voice: Ning Xianjun's celestial music is far better than the world's daughter."

"Then, he took out a pair of bracelets from his bosom, separated one of them and handed it to me, saying: This thing is called 'Suppression of Misfortune', and I will send one to your poor little nephew, wishing him a smooth life, Peace and joy."

"As soon as I saw the bracelet, I knew it was an extremely rare ancient spiritual item. I wanted to refuse, but he said, if the fairy doesn't want it, then he will dislike me and only give one."

"I quickly shook my head and said it was definitely not the case, it was just that the things were expensive and I felt uneasy."

"However, he sighed and said; it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that I also have a little nephew who was born not long ago, and my parents are gone, so I have the same illness as your little nephew."

"His tone suddenly became low. He obviously loved his relatives very much. I didn't know how to comfort him. I could only forcefully joke: It's a pity that both of them are boys, otherwise I could make a baby kiss for them."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback for a moment.

Taking a peek at the bracelet on Ning Duo's wrist with a vague outline, for some reason, he felt a little feverish on his face.

Peeking out from under the bed, one can vaguely see half of Ning Duo's handsome side face, but there is also a slight blush floating on his handsome face like jade.

Ning Cheng must have also seen Ning Duo's strange expression, his voice was suddenly a little unhappy, and he snorted coldly: "What are you doing? Hearing this, I think of that little devil again, right?"

Ning Duo lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

Just when Yuan Qinghang thought he would shut up completely, he heard him speak in a low voice, his voice was magnetic and hoarse: "Yes."

Yuan Qinghang opened his mouth and closed it again.Almost bit his own tongue.

Ning Cheng was furious: "You forced yourself to stand out for him at the Tantai family's wedding banquet, and you went hand in hand with him in front of so many people, and you just came back today after wandering around. Isn't that shameful enough?"

Ning Duo raised his head, his bright eyes were full of light: "Master, what shameful thing this disciple has done?"

Ning Cheng said angrily: "Being obsessed with ghosts, you are so deeply involved with the young master of the Demon Sect, are you afraid of completely tarnishing your own reputation?"

Ning Duo still refused to give in, and said stubbornly: "His hands have never been stained with blood, he has only saved people, but he has never killed anyone."

"How do you know his true nature!"

Ning Duo shook his head and said, "Anyone I have ever met in my life is not as clean as him. If associating with such a person will tarnish your reputation, then what is the use of this reputation?"

In the small quiet room, his voice was neither too fast nor too slow, and it was even more inconvenient to speak loudly to the elders, but these few words sounded as if every word was weighty.

Yuan Qinghang shrank under the bed, dazed.

It was as if there was a small flame in his heart, which was burning slowly, until it made his heart full of warmth, but it was also full of burning pain.