Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Lang hurriedly stood up and grabbed him: "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by being in front of your father?"

Mu Jiarong said angrily: "I don't know! I only know that my mother said that he is also a poor child and will treat him well with all her heart. But after spending time with him alone, she suddenly became terribly afraid and told me not to mess with him. .”

Shang Lang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It must be Qinghong who speaks out of words, and you know that he likes to say things that are not in his heart. Your mother has never seen such a weird person..."

Mu Jiarong raised his eyebrows: "My mother is also a female cultivator of the famous fairy family, even if she has never seen any storms, she is not so timid."

He said bitterly: "I don't know how he threatened my mother to scare her like this. My mother and my father mentioned something, but they were accused of being unvirtuous and unkind. Anyway, now with my father's support, the people of Shennong Valley Everyone is afraid of him."

Shang Lang was tongue-tied, looked at him distressedly, and said for a while: "It's hard for an upright official to settle family affairs, I, I won't say more. But he is your elder brother after all, even if he is a bit eccentric, it's because of his rough background... "

Before he finished speaking, there was a sneer from outside.

"What do you mean being eccentric and surly? Mr. Shang's words are really interesting."

The moonlight was dim outside the door, Li Qinghong was standing outside the door with a slim figure, and did not come in, but looked at the two people in the room from a distance, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his lips.

Shang Lang jumped up suddenly, surprised and embarrassed: "You're back? I didn't mean that...don't worry!"

Li Qinghong stepped into the door, glanced at his and Mu Jiarong's faces, and sat down slowly beside him.

He poured a cup of tea self-consciously: "Such a grand event of the Cangqiong Sect, there are a lot of things to take care of, right? Mr. Shang is not busy with the affairs of the sect, but chatting with my brother here all night, it is so leisurely."

Shang Lang blurted out: "I'm waiting for you."

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth, and rushed out the door without looking back: "The person you are waiting for is here, I'll go catch up on sleep!"

Shang Lang was about to ask to stay, but when he turned his eyes, he saw Li Qinghong's faint eyes staring at him, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

After hesitating for a while, he sat down and looked at Li Qinghong: "Are... how are you?"

Li Qinghong paused for a while holding the hand that was like a jade teacup.

He smiled a little strangely: "What a good day tonight, one or two, come and care about me."

Shang Lang was stunned: "Ah? Who else?"

Li Qinghong didn't answer, raised his head, looked at the light blue stubble on Shang Lang's chin: "Are you busy recently?"

Shang Lang smiled wryly and nodded: "Yes, helping Dad with many affairs in the sect. It's also account books and expenses. It's annoying me to death."

Li Qinghong said: "Didn't your master take care of these things before, why should you take over now?"

Shang Lang hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say: "...Master is not in good health recently, and it's all my father's responsibility. You know he's inconvenient. Naturally, I have to work harder."

Li Qinghong raised his eyebrows, and said strangely: "Would someone as strong as your master be in poor health?"

Shang Lang said sullenly: "Yes, I fell ill suddenly. Since my grandfather left the customs, I thought there would be joy and prosperity in the door, but for some reason, the atmosphere seems to be worse."

In Li Qinghong's dark eyes, there seemed to be a bit of sarcasm: "Could it be that your Cang Qiong Sect has bad feng shui recently?"

Shang Lang asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

Li Qinghong said: "Although I only know about poisons used in medicine, my eyes are not blind. Is it a little too obvious that your aura is withered in this Ten Thousand Mountains?"

Shang Lang frowned: "Grandfather said that the spiritual energy at the foot of Qianzhong Mountain has been exhausted, and it is difficult to support a large number of cultivation. We must practice new exercises to avoid this situation of insufficient people."

Li Qinghong was stunned: "It's the secret technique that he said he wanted to share with all the immortal sects in the world. After practicing, it is even possible to break through the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Shang Lang nodded: "Yes."

Li Qinghong frowned: "Have you also cultivated?"

Shang Lang shook his head: "Grandfather said that my foundation is solid, and I should practice steadily and steadily. When I really reach the golden elixir Dzogchen in the future, I will practice this again, and it will not be too late to seek a breakthrough."

Li Qinghong narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly asked: "Where is Ning Duo?"

Shang Lang showed an envious look in his eyes: "His cultivation base has progressed extremely fast, and his grandfather praised him a lot, and he has already taught him in advance. Hey... I don't know when I will be qualified."

Li Qinghong tilted his head and rested his chin, and smiled for a long while with unknown meaning: "It's funny that you are the head master, you don't teach your own grandson, but you are eager to pass it on to outsiders."

Shang Lang quickly shook his head: "Junior Brother Ning is not an outsider, he joined the Cangqiong Sect when he was seven or eight years old, grew up with me, and is closer than a brother."

Li Qinghong lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "Yes, you two have a really good relationship. In other sects, not to mention senior brothers fortifying each other, even brothers and sisters, there are plenty of them."

Shang Lang choked.

He stared at Li Qinghong's strange expression, and said: "Are you and Jiarong... getting along well?"

Li Qinghong drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and put the teacup on the table.

"He's younger than me. No matter how ignorant I am, I won't do anything to him." He said with a half smile, "In the end, he is the righteous young master of Shennong Valley, so what am I?"

Shang Lang said anxiously: "Of course you are also the son that Master Mu Gu has been thinking about, and you have finally found it!"

Li Qinghong laughed softly: "Really? I thought I was always an outsider."

Shang Lang was in a hurry, and was about to persuade him again, but Li Qinghong raised his dark eyes and looked at the small pimples on Shang Lang's lips.

He took out a small jade bottle with a creamy color from his sleeve, and handed it to Shang Lang.

"You should also take care of yourself. You are so busy and angry, and you don't know how to find someone to prescribe some medicine."

Shang Lang took it in a daze, stroked the smooth body of the bottle with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for always remembering."

Li Qinghong smiled: "I'm a doctor."

Shang Lang shook his head: "But around me...no one treats me like this."

His usual bright smile faded a little, and he said sadly: "My mother died early, and my father can't take care of himself. Master only teaches us how to cultivate our minds. The brothers are all mad, and no one cares about these trivial matters."

Li Qinghong was startled.

He looked at Shang Lang's haggard face, took out several bottles of medicine after a while, and piled them all in front of Shang Lang.

"I'll give you all." He said expressionlessly, "but if you want me to prescribe you medicine in the future, you have to promise me one thing."

Shang Lang looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

Li Qinghong said indifferently: "Doctors hate patients who don't believe in themselves the most, and change people around to see patients. From now on, if you have serious or minor illnesses, you can only look for me, and you are not allowed to look for others."

Shang Lang stared blankly at him for a long time before finally laughing.

The moonlight in front of the window has gradually faded, and the morning light shines in through the distant mountains.

The anxiety and depression in his eyes finally dissipated, and a long-lost smile appeared on his handsome face.

"How could there be such an agreement?" He was annoyed and funny, "Can't you expect me to order well? What a serious illness or a minor illness!"

Li Qinghong said: "You've said it all, I'm always so surly and eccentric. In short, my patients just don't allow others to intervene."

Shang Lang didn't take it seriously, and said straightforwardly: "Okay, I promise you. Let alone serious illnesses and minor illnesses, even if you are seriously injured and dying, I only need you to treat me alone, okay?"

……

The morning sun is gradually brightening in the sky, and on the Thousand Mountains, countless mountains are still green.

A figure stood on the top of one of the mountain peaks, and let out a clear whistle.

In the thin glow of the sun, the sky was full of golden light, two small black spots flew from the sky, and the huge fleshy wings covered the sky and the sun.

Flying closer, a pair of Gu carving mother and child both fell down, their heavy bodies hit the ground with a "bang", and the smaller one deliberately stepped its hoof on a hard rock, causing a series of sparks to splash.

As soon as it landed, a small round shadow jumped up, and jumped onto the neck of the little Gu Eagle excitedly.

Then he climbed up to the little Gu Eagle's head familiarly, and hugged one ear.

The little Gu Diao was not only not angry, but also seemed to be very happy, gently shaking his ears, looking at the strange boy in front of him in surprise.

Yuan Qinghang approached it with a smile: "Why, you don't know me?"

The little Gu Eagle leaned over hesitantly, sniffed around him with his nose, and finally let out an "Aww" and rubbed against him excitedly.

The mother Gu Diao was much calmer, she glanced at Yuan Qinghang calmly, and nodded her head reservedly.

Obviously, it does not rely on sight to distinguish people, but breath.

One man and three beasts were making out, when a tall and healthy figure came silently from the cliff in the distance.

The figure walked with the sword, the snow-white robe fluttered in the green, and several red clouds rolled up, like sails floating on the sea, arriving in an instant.

Yuan Qinghang waved to him vigorously: "Here, here!"

That figure fluttered up the high cliff, and the golden light of the Yinghui sword was drawn, and it landed steadily.

Duoduo clicked, jumped off the head of the little gu eagle, jumped affectionately to Ning Duo's feet, and circled around him twice.

Ning Duo took one hand, and a few huge pine cones fell down. Duo Duo jumped up nimbly, took all the pine cones into his arms, and began to nibble.

Yuan Qinghang stared at him for a long time, and said "Huh" in confusion: "Why are you not surprised to see me?"

Ning Duo glanced at him carefully: "Why are you surprised?"

Yuan Qinghang pointed to his unrecognizable face: "At first glance, don't you think it's a stranger!"

Ning Duo said, "It's you at first sight."

Yuan Qinghang was shocked: "Nonsense, I have already dressed up like this, Brother Hong watched for a long time, but I didn't see it!"

Ning Duo raised his head, a strange expression flashed across his pair of autumn eyes.

"Oh. So you went to see him late at night before you came to see me."

Yuan Qinghang touched his nose, and said embarrassingly: "... I haven't seen him for a long time, I'm a little bit worried."

Ning Duo's face was cold, and he nodded: "Understood, after all, I slept on my feet since I was a child, and we did evil together."

Yuan Qinghang was masturbating Duoduo, when he heard that his subordinates tightened up, and almost plucked a few hairs off the little things.

Duoduo let out a soft cry, holding the pine cone blankly, and looked up at Yuan Qinghang in aggrieved manner.

Yuan Qinghang rubbed it quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you continue to eat, Ning Xianjun misses you so much, and even brought you a special gift, hahaha."

Ning Duo pursed his thin lips and stopped talking.

Yuan Qinghang peeked at him, and whispered: "Hey, what do you mean doing evil together since childhood?"

Ning Duo said lightly, "Eh? Didn't you and him harm me together?"

Yuan Qinghang said with a bitter face: "You wronged me, he poisoned you, I am responsible for saving people."

Ning Duo was noncommittal.

The morning light became brighter and brighter, and the pale golden sun shone on Ning Duo's jade-like face, with a straight nose and eyebrows like distant mountains, as sharp as a sharpening.

I haven't seen him for several months, and I still think about this face in my mind every day.

But still looks better in real life!

He was so proud of Ma Xin Yuan, he finally couldn't help it, and whispered softly: "I will go to see him first if you are not happy, then I will be the first to see you no matter what, okay?"

Ning Duo quickly turned his head and stared at him.

In the bright sky, there seemed to be a crimson glow on his face, and he said reservedly: "Okay."

Yuan Qinghang heard a good word Qianqian, but his heart was full of joy like the sound of nature.

He whistled at the big Gu Diao, and the Gu Diao immediately bent down and leaned his neck.

Yuan Qinghang jumped onto its back and stretched out his hand towards Ning Duo: "Come up!"

The big Gu Eagle roared obediently, and nodded at Ning Duo.

Ning Duo was startled: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "My young master will take you to patrol the mountains."

The morning sun shot from behind him, reflecting the golden ring in his hair, shining with radiance. Although his face changed and his eyebrows were no longer as picturesque as before, the familiar eyes were still smart and cunning.

Ning Duo finally raised his hand to catch Yuan Qinghang's hand.

With a slight tilt of his body, he also jumped onto Gu Diao's back and sat behind Yuan Qinghang.

The big Gu Eagle let out a long cry, flapped its huge fleshy wings, soared into the air, and circled in the air.

Yuan Qinghang patted its left shoulder, pointed to the distant mountains: "Over there!"

The big gu carving swung its four hooves in the air, relying on the strength of the wings on its back, it flew towards the distance with all its strength.

In the high altitude, the temperature is cold and the wind is whistling.

The little Gu Eagle flapped a pair of small meaty wings excitedly, and flew beside it, going around for a while, and going around for a while.

The little dream-making beast has probably never been carried to such a high altitude. It was happy at first, but soon stopped moving timidly. It dared not eat the pine nuts it was eating, and hugged one ear of the little gu eagle tightly. , shivering.

Ning Duogui sat behind Yuan Qinghang in an orderly manner, far away from him.

Yuan Qinghang coughed and whispered: "Come closer, don't fall."

Ning Duo remained silent.Not only did he not get closer, but he seemed to lean back a little.

Yuan Qinghang turned his head halfway, squinting at him sitting upright, and vaguely guessed something in his heart, it was funny, but also guilty: "Why are you hiding so far away?"

Ning Duo lightly raised his eyes and glanced at him, whether it was resentment or indifference.

"……afraid."

Yuan Qinghang let out a "puchi" and finally laughed.

He turned his head, but stretched his wrist back, grabbed Ning Duo's body, and moved forward.

The slightly fiery body was passively pressed against it, as if it froze for a moment.

Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth and quietly moved his body back.

"That... Xiao Qijun. You don't have to be afraid." He braced himself, humming like a mosquito, "Whatever you do, I won't prick you again."