Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

In the high sky, the clouds and mists are faint, and the wind is strong.

The two sat on the back of the gu carving, one in front of the other, looking down at the green mountains below.

Among the countless mountain ranges, there is an obvious anomaly.

Among the green and green, in the mountains in the center, a dark yellow sign of decay is like a long dragon, winding and circling around the center where the Sky Sect is located.

And the place where the Chixia Palace is located in the middle is even more faintly revealing a dark color, like the center of a huge vortex, which is constantly absorbed by something in the middle.

The Chixia Temple is located at the highest peak. When you are in it, you can only feel that the vegetation is withering and decaying everywhere.But looking down from the sky now, it is even more shocking and vaguely ominous.

Yuan Qinghang drove the Gu sculpture and flew back and forth around the mountains a few times before turning his head and shouting: "What do you think?"

The wind was strong in the air, and when he yelled so loudly, his voice was instantly blown away by the wind.

Ning Duo got closer, and the low magnetic voice was next to his ear, blowing warmly: "The spiritual vein is about to dry up."

Yuan Qinghang stared at the center of the darkness: "Isn't that the case after the old man Shang Yuan left the customs?"

Ning Duo said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a while, and asked: "For so many years, when he was in retreat, what about the spiritual veins of your Cangqiong Sect?"

Ning Duo shook his head: "Occasionally, when his soul lamp is brightly lit, the spiritual energy emitted by the spirit veins will fluctuate a little. But it is not obvious."

Yuan Qinghang unconsciously touched Gu Diao's smooth neck, his long black hair was blown away by the strong wind, brushing Ning Duo's face behind him.

Ning Duo stretched out his hand and silently gathered his long strands of hair into the golden hair ring on top of his head.

Yuan Qinghang turned back with a smile, and Tian Sisi glanced at him.

The two of them were closely attached to each other, there was no sound except the sound of the wind, the clouds in the distance were quiet and vast, and the haze in their hearts was swept away.

Yuan Qinghang kept looking down, and suddenly said: "What is that?"

As far as the eye can see, around the main peak where the Cang Qiong Sect is located stretches for several miles, a few patches of greenery are faintly visible, especially dense, as if the trees are much more luxuriant than other places.

Ning Duo was startled: "Isn't it just a well-growing bush?"

Between the mountains and fields, there are always some places where the land is fertile and the growth of plants is more unique.

Yuan Qinghang urged the Gu carvings under him to fly towards one of them.

After circling in the air for a long time, he pressed down on the head and neck of the Gu Eagle, and the Gu Eagle immediately swooped down and landed in a forest within a short while.

Two people jumped off the Gu Eagle, and the little Gu Eagle also flew down from the air, with a "bang" of its body, hitting the top of a big tree, "clicking" and breaking countless branches.

Yuan Qinghang looked up at the towering giant trees around him, but his expression became dignified.

Ning Duo frowned: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "Don't you think this tree looks a little weird?"

The forest is covered by lush trees, so you can't see the sunlight above your head. If you come here from the forest, you may not feel anything unusual, but if you look at it from the sky, you can easily find something wrong here.

The trees are too lush, but they can't feel the exuberant natural vitality. The forest is windy, and it's a bit eerie and weird in broad daylight.

Ning Duo walked around the patch of trees, his handsome brows furrowed.

Yuan Qinghang said: "Do you feel familiar?"

Ning Duo said slowly, "The cemetery."

Near Zheng Yuan's tombstone, there was this feeling. At that time, there was a dark locust tree nearby that grew extremely fast and could make the corpse restless!

He spoke briefly, but Yuan Qinghang immediately shook his head: "It's not the same."

He turned on the evil stop brake, and poked around: "The dark locust tree in front of your Master Zheng's grave was planted with a secret method of promoting growth, these trees are not."

The white jade and black gold fan in his hand thrust hard, like a knife cutting tofu, and easily pierced the trunk of a giant tree.

When it was pulled out again, the fan handle was stained with a lot of green juice.

"These trees have absorbed a lot of spiritual energy." He said, "Your Sky Sect's spiritual veins are withered, but these trees don't seem to be affected."

After all, Ning Duo was not good at spells, so he asked doubtfully, "So?"

Yuan Qinghang opened his hand and drew a pattern on his palm with the green juice.

Shaped like an octagon, the edge is faintly shiny.

"The places where these trees are particularly lush, I saw eight of them in the air just now." He clicked a black dot in the octagon, "This is the center of your Sky Sect."

Ning Duo's eyes were serious: "Formation?"

Yuan Qinghang clapped his hands and said: "That's right. It looks like a big formation."

Ning Duo said: "I have been in the sect for many years, and I have never heard of any mountain protection formation."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "It may not be the protection of the mountain, it is also possible to seal the mountain."

Ning Duo was startled: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "I can't see it now, but these few places are undoubtedly where the formation is located."

He raised his palm, and several black formation flags were nailed to the ground among the trees, and the black fluorescent light flickered instantly, and they went into the ground.

Several talismans followed closely and stuck to the bodies of several big trees. The yellow light moved slightly and gradually became transparent and invisible.

Ning Duo silently watched his movements, and finally couldn't help it: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang stopped his hands, and said with a smile: "No matter who is setting up the formation and what purpose it is, it's just a little weird. I'll give him some help first."

After finishing their work here, the two of them jumped onto the Gu Eagle's back again and rushed to the next place in the formation.

After searching and landing in the air like this, and then arranging some weird tricks at the eye of the formation, Yuan Qinghang stopped.

"How is your master?" he asked, "I heard that he has been complaining of illness lately?"

Ning Duo's expression darkened: "The other day he and Uncle Shang went to meet the Grand Master, so he should have been punished."

Yuan Qinghang was surprised: "Are you injured?"

Ning Duo shook his head: "Probably not, I can see him. The Supreme Master must have seen the deficit and took back the financial rights. Now Master Shang is in charge."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Is Shang Lang helping his father? No wonder the stubble is rushing out."

Ning Duo said: "Yes, he's been very busy recently. He even begged me to help him."

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "What can you, who don't hear things outside the window, do? Isn't it difficult for someone to force you."

Ning Duo also had a bit of helplessness on his face: "He said that he would rather run out of business than settle accounts, so he pushed everything to me."

Yuanqing Hang Daqi: "Huh? Can you count?"

Ning Duo said in distress: "It's very complicated, but I can't watch him really kneel down and beg me."

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly, and suddenly had an idea: "May I go and take a look for you?"

……

Inside the Cangqiong sect, it was very busy.

Some of the many disciples were responsible for purchasing supplies, some were responsible for taking care of the distinguished guests, and some were busy arranging the Chixia Hall.

The two of them took a small path to bypass the crowds, and sneaked back to Ning Duo's residence.

The small courtyard was still elegant and quiet. Pushing open the door and entering, Ning Duo's originally clean and spacious room was indeed full of stacks of account books.

Yuan Qinghang entered the door quickly, and quickly flipped through the account books. Sure enough, he found more than a dozen old books at the bottom.

When he opened it, he found that it was the old accounts of these years, that is, those left by Ning Cheng when he took care of the sect's affairs with his own hands.

Yuan Qinghang held the dozen or so old account books, slowly and carefully looking through them.

Ning Cheng sat beside him, remained silent, and asked after a while, "Any clues?"

Of course, the account books that Yuan Qinghang looked at were not these new expenses, but Ning Cheng's old accounts over the years!

Yuan Qinghang looked up at him: "I've been looking for your master's secret like this, won't you be angry?"

Ning Duo shook his head: "As long as it's not framed, you should find the truth if you want to."

Yuan Qinghang's heart warmed up, and he continued to bury his head in reading the book. He took a thin brush in his hand, and wrote and drew on the rice paper next to him.

Ning Duo was slightly surprised: "Do you know how to count?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "I learned a little bit before. There are four-post inventory books among the people, and they should be deposited when they are paid. It is also common to put them in the account books of Xianzong."

Not only should the deposit and payment be saved for the past and present, but even the "Fundamentals of Accounting" that he occasionally read on the hospital bed in his previous life can be fully mastered.

There was no one in the small courtyard, the willows at the door, no one from the Cangqiong sect stayed in the room in broad daylight, they hid here, so quiet that no one would disturb them.

Yuan Qinghang's face was calm, but his heart became more and more serious. Finally, he found what he wanted in an account that did not match.

He put down his pen and sighed softly.

Ning Duo immediately raised his head sharply and looked at him.

Yuan Qinghang said: "You Cangqiong faction, do you often have money exchanges with the Mu family?"

Ning Duo nodded: "A lot of medicine pills and wound medicine supplies must be bought from the Mu family. My master and Immortal Mu Qinghui of Shennong Valley have always been friends."

Yuan Qinghang said: "It's so good that he dared to entrust you to him to raise you temporarily when you were young."

Ning Duo asked again: "Is there any problem with the Mu family?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at his vaguely worried eyes, tossed in his heart, and said softly after a long while: "It's nothing, I'm just tired of watching."

Is he scared?Afraid that everything I found would point to the master who brought him up and cared for him with all his heart?

If one day, he really confronted Ning Cheng face to face and faced swords, how uncomfortable and embarrassing would he be?

……

The next day.

On the vast and spacious Chixia Hall, there are long cases and red carpets.

On the high platform in the front, in front of a huge white jade table, there is a white jade seat of the same material, covered with cushions made of shark yarn from the sea, with pearls hanging low and tassels shaking.

On the two sides below, there are two rows of black crystal stone-faced long tables. In front of them, countless respected suzerains and immortals have already taken their seats.

Only the suzerains and heads of each family are eligible to sit here, and there are several rows of seats in the distance for the outstanding juniors accompanying each family to sit.

Compared with the Xianmen Grand Competition more than two years ago, there are obviously more Xianjia guests who came to watch the ceremony and congratulate this time.

Even the Lord of the Lingxiao Hall, who usually doesn't see the king with the Cangqiong faction king, was not present last time, but this time he came here specially and was sitting at the front of the long case.

In the most prominent Shennong Valley and Baicao Hall in the Medicine Sect, Mu Anyang and his younger brother Mu Qinghui sat side by side;

The Yuwen family and the Tantai family, who were opposed to the north and south in Shuzong, were also arranged at the forefront.

The Bie family is happy and harmonious, and they have a good conversation, only the two masters of art who happen to be sitting face to face, the situation is quite strange now.

Mr. Yu Wenhan seems to be a little older than before, and his spirit is no longer hale and hearty;

As for the Patriarch Tantai who was at the center of the vortex of rumors the latest, his expression was even more sluggish, with a faint gloomy expression on his always kind round face.

On the other hand, his exposed right hand was wearing a black glove, holding a cup and holding something, which felt strangely stiff.

Sitting in the junior seats in the distance, they are not so particular about the rules, there are mixed sittings of big sects and small sects, and there are also young men and women who secretly admire each other sitting together for an excuse.

A few teenagers hid in a corner, poking their heads and looking up.

"Hey, didn't you say that Sect Master Tantai's hand was chopped off?"

A junior disciple of the Shuzong whispered: "Shhh--don't talk nonsense, it wasn't chopped off, it was chopped to pieces by that demon Ji Banxia. It was said that there was a blood mist at the scene, and it couldn't be broken any more."

"Wow, the Mozong monster is really cruel. But why is that hand still there?"

"It must be gone." Someone hesitated, "Maybe it was a fake hand powered by a spirit stone?"

Immediately, someone shook his head like a rattle: "Only the Yuwen family can achieve such a delicate mechanism. But what do you think..."

He stopped talking, looked into the distance with some trepidation, and then lowered his voice and said: "Do you think Yuwen's family will be willing to take the order and help him customize the mechanism arm?"

The other young men from the Shu sect also glanced over there quietly before nodding their heads: "Yes, absolutely not."

On the side they were looking at, among a group of youths in brocade clothes, Yu Wenli had a gentle expression, and was talking lightly with the people around him.

He was still handsome and calm, but his face was obviously paler.

And not far from him, several young men and women in royal blue clothes were indifferent, sitting there alone, not talking to their peers around them.

The leader is Tantai Yun who looks cold and beautiful, like ice and snow.

From the beginning to the end, she just sat still and kept her eyes fixed on Yu Wenli.

On the other side, the obvious green clothes of the disciples of Shennong Valley are also eye-catching, but what attracts more attention is the weirder atmosphere among them.

The haughty young master of the Mu family sat in the middle, slowly playing with the evil dagger in his hand, without any intention of hiding it.

And Mu Jiarong, the youngest son of the Mu family, was sitting beside him, drinking the fruit wine in front of him one cup after another, quickly and anxiously.

Suddenly, Li Qinghong turned his head and whispered something in Mu Jiarong's ear.

After finishing this sentence, Mu Jiarong's face turned red, he suddenly turned to look at him, and shouted: "You!"

Everyone in the Mu family knows gossip, and there are quite a few people who are curious and covetous. His voice is not too loud, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Li Qinghong was suddenly unaware of these gazes, raised his eyebrows, and raised his voice so that everyone around could hear him.

"You are young, and you have recently become addicted to alcoholism. Your mother told me to persuade you more, and it is for your own good." He said softly, as if he was a wronged good brother, "If you hate me, I will take care of you. Then I won’t say anything in the future.”