Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang's face finally turned red.

I wanted to struggle to get up, but I couldn't.

He wanted to say something, but his usual eloquence seemed to be blocked suddenly.

He suddenly had a strange feeling, no, he can't speak now.

If you open it and say something wrong, it is very likely that something will completely block it.

……

Feeling the increasingly hot breath around him, it seemed that something was breaking out of the cocoon, which made him panic.

Hardened, he gritted his teeth and poured his spiritual energy into the thin vine.

On the weak vine, several soft thorns quickly grew, swaying around non-stop.

Yuan Qinghang quietly pushed the vines, wrapped them around Ning Duo's thighs, and unsuspectingly directed the vines downward to reach somewhere.

With a little force, the small thorn became a little bit harder, so I pricked it tentatively.

Ning Duo's body shook violently, and his watery eyes widened suddenly, as if he couldn't believe the attack he had received.

Seeing his shocked and stunned eyes, Yuan Qinghang panicked, and his spiritual power quickly retreated: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Did it hurt you?"

Ning Duo's handsome face was flushed, his thin lips were tightly closed in grievance, and he didn't say a word.

Yuan Qinghang looked up secretly, and saw that there seemed to be a few red threads in Ning Duo's eye sockets, and he was even more guilty, and whispered: "Are you okay? I... May I help you look?"

In the ear, Ning Duo's voice was a little cold and weird: "Look, what?"

Yuan Qinghang's heart collapsed for a while, and he shouted incoherently: "Ah, ah, don't look at anything... Even if something happens, it will be fine. I am a medical practitioner, and I will treat it for you!"

Ning Duo ignored him, and suddenly grabbed the vines beside him with his fingers, pulled hard, and pulled away all the thin vines protruding from his head.

He tapped the bedpost with his toes, grabbed Yuan Qinghang and slid out of the bed.

The next moment, the thin vine in his hand flew up, tied Yuan Qinghang's wrist and ankle, dragged him directly to the small bed behind him, lowered his body down, and approached.

Yuan Qinghang was thrown to the ground, and his mind was even more confused. It wasn't until Ning Duo bullied him that he realized something was wrong.

"Hey, hey... I was wrong, I was wrong." He stammered, "Master Ning Xianjun has a lot, let me go."

Struggled a few times, but couldn't break free.

Damn it, this vine is a different species of fairy grass. It looks soft, but it is actually tough. When it is tied to a person's wrist, it is no different from a strong soft rope.

Ning Duo's slender fingers pressed the emerald green vine, and a green leaf was crushed under his hands to produce a little green juice, which was smeared on Yuanqing Hanghao's white wrist, which was strangely gorgeous.

He didn't say a word, although he bent down in the air, he didn't dare to really stick it, his arms were straight around the outside, but his breathing was a little heavier.

Yuan Qinghang moved his body uneasily, feeling the danger intuitively, and his voice became softer: "Xiao, Xiaoqi?..."

Ning Duo stared at him deeply, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the small shadow of Yuan Qinghang was reflected in his pupils, not for a moment.

...After a long time, he suddenly turned over and fell to the side.

Yuan Qinghang's face was hot, and he immediately rolled to the side, "teng" a carp straightened up, jumped off the bed, and jumped out a long way.

Ning Duo raised his eyes and glanced at him from afar.

Looking at Yuan Qinghang's appearance of hiding far away, his eyes were deep, and he said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "...Sorry."

The blush on his face faded and turned slightly pale.

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback, and suddenly panicked.

What is Ning Duo thinking about? ...Why do you seem a little sad?

Is it because I feel that I treat him like this, and I am afraid that I will avoid it, as if I have encountered a scourge?

The conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't mean that!

Just as he was about to lean over and try to say something, Ning Duo had already stood up, and he had returned to his usual solemn and calm expression.

Without squinting, he said softly, "In the future...it won't happen."

Before Yuan Qinghang could answer, he had already walked to the secret door, pressed his palm, and the secret door slowly slid open.

Yuan Qinghang quickly chased after him and followed him outside.

The door of the room was slightly closed, no one was there, and the corridor outside was also very quiet, except for the occasional draft that stirred a string of old wind chimes on the eaves, and the ringing was dismal.

Ning Duo stood by the door, turned his head to look at Yuan Qinghang, and said slowly, "You came to peep in my master's room?"

Yuan Qinghang's wild thoughts finally stopped, and he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ah... just take a look."

Ning Duo nodded: "So, why do you doubt him?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "I don't know. I only know that he has many secrets."

He looked at Ning Duo with focused eyes, but insisted: "He knows the grievances that your uncle has carried, and he also knows Zheng Yuan's secrets, and you even thought of asking him if he knew who the startled corpse was. It doesn't matter if the dead body is unearthed."

He looked at Ning Duo's serious face, and sighed: "The outer disciple who guarded the cemetery back then died so quietly that no one even pursued him."

Ning Duo's face became paler.

Yuan Qinghang couldn't bear it in his heart, and said: "No matter what he wants to do, or what he has done, what I am afraid of now is whether he will be in danger."

Ning Duo raised his head suddenly: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you know what's in your master's box?"

Ning Duo frowned slightly: "It's not the ledger?"

Yuan Qinghang whispered: "Your master, I am afraid that he has lost a lot of sect's savings over the years. Those books taken away by your business master are not very clean. Also, he has collected a lot of privacy from other sects. It's all hidden here."

Ning Duo was completely stunned: "...Are you sure?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "I just came in here and opened the box secretly, and that's all I saw."

Ning Duo's voice was slightly disturbed: "Why is he collecting other people's privacy?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "In a hurry, I took a few casual glances and saw speculation about the relationship between Li Qinghong and Mu Anyang."

His eyes were sharp: "I still remember that in the main hall of Shennong Valley, someone released a gossip falcon, which revealed the secrets of the Mu family that had been buried for many years."

Ning Duo said slowly: "Since my master can collect this matter, then there are people who sell the news, and there are first-hand insiders."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Yes, there are many links in the whole chain, and it is impossible to point to your master. But obviously, he collected so many things, probably not to satisfy his curiosity."

Ning Duo's hand held the Yinghui Sword tightly.

He said shyly, "But he has no reason to harm the members of the Mu family."

Yuan Qinghang said lightly: "But it must have cost a lot of money to collect these peerless secrets. I'm afraid that your grand master will see the deficit in those books, and he won't be able to explain it."

Ning Duo gritted his teeth, turned around and ran out quickly.

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly followed and walked side by side with him: "Don't worry. Even if there is a deficit, Shang Yuan will never do anything to him because of it."

Ning Duo breathed a little unsteadily: "Why?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "After all, your master has been working hard all these years. He is in charge of the entire sect, and he has managed your Cangqiong sect in an orderly manner. If Shang Yuan came out, he would severely punish the heroes, which would be too chilling."

He suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, you just met with Shang Yuan, how is he doing now?"

Ning Duo said in a deep voice: "Just now in the hall, he announced something in public."

"Oh?"

"After he was seriously injured that year, his golden core was severely damaged, and his realm fell. After years of hard training in seclusion, he has broken out of his cocoon and become a butterfly, creating a set of immortal sect mental methods that are even better than the 'Broken Gold Jue'."

Yuan Qinghang was shocked: "What!"

What kind of divine turn is this?

Ning Duo said: "He also said that he has now successfully broken through the Nascent Soul Realm, and plans to hold the Immortal Alliance Conference in the near future, inviting all sects from all over the world to attend."

Yuan Qinghang was surprised and suspicious: "What does he want to do?"

Ning Duo said: "Firstly, to meet old friends whom I haven't seen for many years, and secondly, to tell the whole world the mystery of this method of mind. If there is a destiny, he is willing to teach it for free, and share with the world's immortal sects the supreme experience of setting foot on the Nascent Soul Realm." Famen."

Yuan Qinghang was dumbfounded, and after a while he said "tsk": "Is this old man so generous?"

Are you willing to disclose such a precious thing to the public instead of hiding it?

Compared with this, his uncle Yuan Zuoyi seemed much more narrow-minded. He not only cherished himself with a broom, but also required people to swear allegiance to the Demon Sect before he would teach others the Pojin formula.

It's no wonder that it finally provoked the anger of the sky and people's resentment, and they attacked it together.

He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly said: "Ah! The Canglong Jue he taught you, is this the thing?!"

Ning Duo said in a deep voice, "It should be."

Yuan Qinghang frowned.

This seems to make sense.

The old guy has created a set of powerful mental methods. Since he is willing to teach the whole world, then he is willing to teach Ning Duo, which is what it should be.

But what was wrong? Why did he still feel uneasy and foggy in his heart?

Ning Duo, who has a solid foundation and amazing talent, progresses a bit too fast in cultivation, and his foundation is not stable. Is there anything wrong with this technique?

Ning Duo still frowned, and he looked at Yuan Qinghang: "I'm still worried, I want to see Master. You'd better not follow."

Although Yuan Qinghang's disguise is exquisite and can deceive ordinary people, as long as Ning Cheng sees him and Ning Duo mixing together, what else can he not guess?

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a moment, and said straightforwardly: "Okay, let's separate first, and I also want to go back to the Demon Sect."

Ning Duo stopped and was startled.

"Are you leaving now?..."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Uncle Ji and the others should be very worried when I've been out these days. I'll go back to sort things out, check some things, and then come back to see you."

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "How long?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "The old man Shang Yuan held the Immortal Alliance Conference, such a big event, how can I not come to see the excitement? That's when it will be."

The two came to the mountain road outside, and the patrolling disciples of the Cangqiong Sect gradually appeared in the distance.

Yuan Qinghang stood at a fork in the road and waved to Ning Duo: "I'm leaving!"

After walking a few steps, turning around, sure enough, Ning Duo was standing quietly, watching him.

The strong mountain wind made his robes flutter, and the cinnabar red clouds that he hand-painted were sandwiched between the white skirts, as if they were going to go with the wind.

Yuan Qinghang stared at him blankly, an indescribable feeling surging in his heart endlessly.

He raised his hand, made a small trumpet, mustered up his courage, and whispered: "Hi!"

Ning Duo looked at him quietly.

"I didn't feel disgusted by what you did just now!"

……

A month later.

In Qianzhong Mountain, the territory of the always solemn Cangqiong Sect, people came and went, and it was much more lively than usual.

Two years ago, the Celestial Sect had just hosted a grand meeting of the Immortal Sect, which was the 12-year Immortal Sect Grand Competition, and the competition was for each sect to enter the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb.

That grand meeting can be described as thrilling and dangerous.

Not only was a young master of the demon sect mixed in, but he was also allowed to steal the day and day, successfully snatching the first prize of two big competitions.

The number one in the Medicine Sect and the number one in the Art Sect were not only taken away by him, but also the grand prize of the competition was included in his bag, which made everyone feel ashamed. In the Shuzong Grand Competition, an unknown corpse was born, which killed many people.

But this time, the Cang Qiong Sect once again invited all the immortal sects, not the younger generation, but the elders of the various sects.

The standard of the "Immortal Alliance Conference" is much higher than that of the "Immortal Gate Competition" of that day.

Shang Yuan, the grand master of the Cang Qiong Sect, made his debut after retreating. It is said that he not only invited all the famous sect masters of the immortal family, but also invited many young and middle-aged talents.

On the mountain road leading to Yinfengtai, there are mountains and cliffs on both sides, surrounded by clouds and mist. Walking in the middle, looking not far away, there are mountains and trees far away.

A group of young disciples of the immortal family, wearing swords and gorgeous clothes, are crowded together lively and walking along the mountain road.

The elders can come and go with their swords in such a solemn fairy house, but the younger generation does not have the qualifications nor the courage, so they naturally go up the mountain on foot.

A young man in a yellow shirt with a ruddy complexion was walking among several young people, and a familiar person beside him said, "Brother Li looked weak a while ago, but when I saw him this time, he seemed to be recovering very well! Congratulations."

Li Ji smiled and cupped his hands: "I was lucky enough to meet a powerful doctor who gave me a pill. After one dose, the medicine cured the disease, and I seemed to be stronger than before."

"Oh, who is such a powerful doctor? Shennong Gumu's family, or Baicaotang?"

Li Ji had a strange expression on his face: "...haha, neither."

Not far away, several brocade-clothed female revisionists walked together, and one of the girls in apricot-colored clothes turned her head with a smile and glanced at Li Ji: "Hmph, I know."