Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The leading young man shook his head: "Brother Hong didn't recognize it."

Not only did his voice change, but his figure also pretended to be much stronger. The whites of his originally black and white eyes were also slightly yellow.

At first glance, it is the appearance that makes people not want to take a second look.

But it was Yuan Qinghang.

Zhu Zhu, who was beside him, had a slightly baby-fat little face, which had also been made more mature, and he said doubtfully, "But Young Master Li can't live in a good mansion, why do you want to live in that house?"

Yuan Qinghang was startled, but did not speak.

Shuangjiang curled her lips: "It must be because of the discord with that young master Mu. I hate seeing each other, and I would rather avoid being together."

Next to him, Zhao Tingan answered, "...Could it be that he feels that he has lived there before and misses it a little?"

Shuang Jiang looked at his empty armpit, stomped his feet and said angrily: "Why, do you still think he is nostalgic? Don't even look at what he did to you!"

Zhao Chengan was not angry either, he shook his head and stopped talking.

Some of them made the beds, some lit a fire and cooked, they were busy all the time.

While cooking tea, Zhu Zhu called out curiously to the main room: "Brother Young Master, did the members of the Seven Poison Sect be killed by Ji Hufa again?"

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "These people didn't commit any heinous crimes. Uncle Ji locked them up. When the matter is over, they will be released."

Zhu Zhu smiled tremblingly: "They are unlucky enough. But why do we pretend to be them, aren't we afraid of being suspected?"

Yuan Qinghang released Duoduo from the storage bag, and fed it some spiritual fruit: "Yeah, you also think this is too bold, right? Just because everyone thinks so, we pretend to be one more time, instead Safety."

Zhu Zhu stuck out his tongue: "Brother Young Master is so cunning!"

Yuan Qinghang has always been unassuming. These subordinates behaved well to him in front of Ji Banxia and Li Hongling, but when they came to private, they were all very bold and had no scruples about their words.

Duoduo was chewing on the fruit on the table, raising his head from time to time to look around, Yuan Qinghang patted his little head: "Don't worry, I'll go see your little Gu Diao brother later."

After everyone had dinner, it was already dark outside.

Although Yashe is not big, there are enough rooms. Shuangjiang and Zhu Zhu share one room, Zhao Tingan lives with another boy, and Yuan Qinghang lives in the innermost room by himself.

The night was getting darker, and the dream-making beast was comfortably lying on the corner of the bed, nestling with Yuan Qinghang, snoring leisurely.

Yuan Qinghang lay on the bed, but did not fall asleep.He absently stroked Duoduo's soft fur, and in the middle of the night, he suddenly sat up.

Pushing open the window quietly, he jumped out.

Following his memory, he walked around the mountain road on one side familiarly and found the hut.

White walls and black tiles, faint candles in the windows.

A silhouette was reflected on the window paper, motionless.

Yuan Qinghang approached silently, quietly opened a thin slit on the other side window, and looked inside.

Sure enough, only Li Qinghong was inside.

I saw him sitting alone by the bed, with a dull expression on his face, and the Tuling dagger in his hand kept turning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The night wind was soft, and suddenly, there was a soft sound on the window lattice, and something hit it.

He jumped up, grabbed the dagger, and stood vigilantly behind the door, looking out through the crack of the door.

In the dark night, not far away, stood a strange figure, facing him, showing no intention of hiding.

Li Qinghong's heart stood on end with cold hairs, the Tu Ling dagger in his hand shone brightly, he shouted sharply: "Who!"

The voice of the people outside was hoarse: "The old man is here to see you."

Li Qinghong slowly came out from behind the door, looked at the figure under the moon, squinted his eyes to recognize it, and couldn't hide his contempt: "What are you doing here? Do you think the salary is not enough?"

The people in the courtyard stared at him, and after a while they whispered: "Brother Hong."

Li Qinghong's body trembled, his eyes suddenly widened, he stared at the slender young man for a long time before he said: "It's you?!"

Yuan Qinghang walked slowly to his side, his eyes were not as bright as usual, but they were vaguely familiar with Li Qinghong.

"Yeah, it's me." He said softly, "I can't sleep, I want to see you."

Li Qinghong's wrist tightly held Tu Ling's dagger: "Oh?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him and said: "I heard that Master Mu Gu loves you very much, and the whole Mu family also respects you a little bit. Are you... how are you doing now?"

Li Qinghong's body seemed to tremble suddenly.

He said: "Don't worry about Young Master Yuan, it couldn't be better."

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment: "Really?"

I don't know where this sentence stimulated Li Qinghong, his voice was quick and hoarse: "What is true? I now have my own biological father, a younger brother who respects me and fears me, and a servant of the sect who obeys orders." , I don’t know how much better than in the past. What’s my dissatisfaction!”

In Yuan Qinghang's eyes, there was a touch of pity.

"Does Young Master Mu respect you, or is he afraid of you?"

Li Qinghong sneered: "Although my mother is a mortal, she is also the main wife of the Mu family who is being married by the media. Parents and children are orderly. I am his elder brother. He has to bear both respect and fear."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Young Master Mu is pure in nature, not a narrow-minded and vicious person. As long as you treat him as a younger brother, he will surely accept you slowly."

Li Qinghong snorted lightly: "Why, Young Master Yuan is afraid that I will harm him, so he specially came late at night to teach me a lesson?"

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a long time before he said sadly: "Young Master Mu is just an outsider. I am worried that you will be depressed in your heart. If you can't think about it, you will hurt yourself in the end."

Li Qinghong stood still for a while, silent.In the dark eyes, there seemed to be a faint flash of water.

He said in a low voice: "You should still worry about yourself. It's fine to make trouble at Tantai's house, but now you bring people to the Sky Sect to act wildly, you are not afraid of dying."

Yuan Qinghang's heart warmed slightly, and he said, "Are you worried about me?"

Li Qinghong said coldly: "After all, the identities are hostile now, if you insist on coming out to stir up the wind and rain, I'm afraid that when the time comes, you will be forced to take action against your old acquaintances."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "You have already made a move."

Li Qinghong didn't answer.

Yuan Qinghang said again: "Ting An's arm was broken by you, I can understand, after all, the positions are different. But if we meet in the future, if you attack the people around me again, I will definitely deal with it with all my strength."

Li Qinghong suddenly hissed: "So you came tonight to warn me, right? Hehe, I knew that you didn't care about my well-being, you will always protect others!"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Brother Hong, there is something I still want to confirm with you."

Li Qinghong said: "What?"

"You once said that in the mist formation, you saw some strange patterns on the murderer's wrist."

Li Qinghong was surprised: "Why, did you find someone?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "There is no evidence yet, just a little clue. I want to ask you, if one day, I ask you to identify the pattern, can you recognize it?"

The expression on Li Qinghong's face changed: "Is the murderer you suspect a member of the Immortal Sect?"

"Since the other party wants to blame our Demon Sect, of course the biggest possibility is the Immortal Sect."

Li Qinghong sneered: "Do you think that I have any obligation to the Demon Sect? I just wish that someone could help me slaughter the Demon Sect. Even if you were to die unjustly, I would be happy to see it happen. So why do I Want to help you?"

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Understood."

He turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate, but when he walked past Li Qinghong, he still stopped.

"I want to say one more thing."

"You said."

"Aunt Hong didn't kill your mother."

Yuan Qinghang said in a low voice: "Back then, she slashed at the bed curtain to vent her anger. Your mother misunderstood that she wanted to hurt you, so she bumped into her...Although Aunt Hong is extreme, she is not such a vicious person."

Li Qinghong's body trembled, and he shouted sharply: "I don't want to listen! I don't believe every word she says!"

Yuan Qinghang said in a deep voice: "Aunt Hong is arrogant and arrogant. If she did it, she would never deny it. You have been by her side for 18 years, and you always know how to temper her."

Li Qinghong raised his hand suddenly, and Tu Ling's dagger slashed across the flowers and trees around him, several branches were broken, and the leaves were scattered.

"18 years, you also know that she kidnapped me for 18 years!"

Yuan Qinghang smiled wryly: "This matter is also a bit of a misunderstanding. She only wanted to stimulate Mu Guzhu, and she didn't intend to abduct you. It was my uncle's sudden whim, wanting to find a little friend to grow up with me... that's why this happened. Bad idea."

The dagger in Li Qinghong's hand trembled, and he became more and more excited: "So in their eyes, I should have been a young master's toy since I was a child, a utensil that can be used at will."

Yuan Qinghang was dumbfounded.

Li Qinghong clenched his teeth tightly and said: "My mother died because of her, it doesn't make any difference if she chopped off that sword herself!"

In the moonlight, his pale face was full of hatred: "My mother didn't do anything, she is just an ordinary mortal woman, just because she saved a person, because that person liked her, so she was going to die, why should she die?" !"

Yuan Qinghang felt sad, and said: "The Kesi man has passed away, and your mother must hope that you can live happily."

"How do you know? Ha, maybe my mother doesn't necessarily want me to kill my enemy."

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a while, and said in a daze for a while: "You are right, I am not the person involved, maybe I shouldn't draw conclusions for others like this."

Li Qinghong sneered: "Of course, you have always been like this, abusing good people and wishing for peace in the world."

Yuan Qinghang said: "The world is peaceful and everyone is well. This is the most worth fighting for."

Li Qinghong's laughter was almost full of sarcasm: "Can you succeed if you fight for it? You don't even look at it, how many people in this fairy sect have ghosts, how many people don't know each other!"

On the hillside in the distance, there were faint voices coming from another elegant house for welcoming guests, and it was calm, peaceful and peaceful.

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "Yes, there are demons like Tantai Minghao in Xianzong, but there are also many sincere gentlemen and open-minded people."

With a clear and soft voice, he pointed to the lights in the distant mountain depressions: "It's like the lights that burn all night long in the darkness of the mountains."

Li Qinghong listened dumbly, and after a while, he said softly: "You are always like this, you think that there is light everywhere, and you don't believe that there are more dark places."

Yuan Qinghang smiled, turned and walked forward.

Behind him, Li Qinghong suddenly called out in a low voice: "Brother Young Master."

Yuan Qinghang's footsteps stopped suddenly.

"This is the last time I'll call you that." Li Qinghong's voice was like a whisper, almost inaudible, "From now on, when we meet again, we will treat it as if we don't know each other."

……

Li Qinghong watched Yuan Qinghang's figure suddenly disappear into the night, and remained still for a long while.

After a while, he turned around and returned to the room.

After standing numbly for a while, he finally closed his clothes and lay down on a small bed.

This welcome guest room is not big, when Yuan Qinghang and Li Qinghong came here two years ago, they lived here, one left and one right, with two beds.

And Li Qinghong's sleeping now is still his original one.

The candles in the room were not extinguished, and the light was dim, reflecting his wide-open eyes, cloudy and sunny, but the tears slowly floated up.

After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked at the empty bed beside him.

In the blurred vision, there seemed to be a familiar figure on the small bed turning his head, and said to him with a smile: "Brother Hong is getting better and better...Okay, okay, two big men are lying on the bed and talking to each other." Praise, it seems a bit shameless."

He covered his face abruptly and began to cry silently.

……

In the guest room of Shennong Valley, there are temporary spiritual flowers and herbs everywhere, giving off a fresh and elegant fragrance.

Shang Lang sat in Mu Jiarong's room, feeling a little restless.

He looked at the crescent moon that was about to sink into the sky outside the window, and murmured: "It's already late at night, where has he been, and why hasn't he come back yet?"

Mu Jiarong sipped his tea with his head down, and said calmly: "You are so anxious, go find it yourself. This is the territory of your Cangqiong Sect. If you dig three feet, can't you find a single person?"

Shang Lang scratched his head: "I'm not that anxious... just a little worried."

Mu Jiarong endured it, and finally said: "He is very capable, you better worry about other people meeting him, don't worry about him being at the disadvantage of others."

Shang Lang was startled, and looked at him hesitantly: "Jiarong? Do you... still don't like him?"

Mu Jiarong's face turned red: "Is it important whether I like him or not?"

Shang Lang said: "Of course it's important. The two of you are half-brothers. In the final analysis, they are real blood relatives. Being able to love each other and respect each other is the best thing for Shennonggu."

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth and sneered: "I understand. Anyway, he has a kind heart and a pitiful background, so he deserves to be compensated well, and everyone should let him go, otherwise he is narrow-minded and selfish, and unreasonable."

Shang Lang stared blankly at his strange expression, and said hesitantly, "Jiarong, what's wrong with you? Did he... treat you badly?"

Mu Jiarong stood up "teng", with a delicate little face, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "Okay, he is very good to me and my mother in front of my father!"