Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The people around looked at it one after another, some were still secretive, some were bolder, and just leaned over to look.

Mu Jiarong was suddenly watched by so many eyes, his face flushed even more, and he said angrily: "Who is drinking too much, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Li Qinghong hesitated to speak, seemed to feel that he had made a mistake, and finally closed his mouth.

But whispered discussions around him had already started, someone lowered his voice and muttered: "What's wrong with the young master of the Mu family? He was so smart and sensible before, but now he is learning to drink too much?"

"It's probably because there is an inexplicable older brother who has divided up the family resources, and I feel a little bit aggrieved."

"Tsk tsk, the Xianmen clan, who doesn't have any bad debts that can't be explained, if you can't stand it like this, it's really useless."

"However, it is said that Mu Qinghong's temperament is a bit perverse, I think he seems to be okay? To this new brother, he is considered polite."

"Yeah, but Young Master Mu is a bit pampered. Speaking of which, he even saved his life."

Behind the crowd, the boys and girls from the Seven Poison Sect sat alone in a corner, deliberately keeping a distance from the people around them.

Hearing these whispers, Shuang Jiang snorted through his nose, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Young Master Li is really amazing."

Beside her, Yuan Qinghang was still dressed in that foreign race, his figure was a lot bloated, and the golden ring in his hair was replaced with a snake-shaped coil, which looked weird and terrifying.

He smiled wryly: "I didn't realize he was so good at pranking people before."

Sitting beside him, Zhao Tingan glanced around vigilantly, and said in a low voice honestly: "Because Young Master Li never used such tricks on Young Master."

Shuang Jiang sneered: "That's because he knows that the young master is smart and cannot be fooled."

Yuan Qinghang silently looked at Li Qinghong in the distance, and suddenly remembered the little child who was locked in a small dark room when he was a child, and felt a sense of loss.

He lowered his temperature to Shuang and said: "No matter what, it is not what he wants to become today."

In the distance, Mu Jiarong's face turned red and then white, white and then blue.

He stood up abruptly, kicked away the futon under his feet, and rushed out of the lively hall alone.

This move was abrupt and eye-catching, and immediately attracted prying eyes.

Sitting in front of the desk, Li Qinghong had a hint of sarcasm in his lowered eyes, but when he raised his head again, there seemed to be a trace of sadness on his face.

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly got up again, hurriedly pushed away the Shennonggu disciples beside him, and chased in the direction Mu Jiarong left.

The Scarlet Cloud Hall occupies a very large area, and Mu Jiarong ran out from the side door and burrowed into the nearby woods.

The Cangqiong Sect and Shennong Valley have always had a deep relationship. Ning Cheng, the head of this generation of the Cangqiong Sect, is even close to Mu Qinghui. The two sects have frequent contacts. Not only Shang Lang and the others often visit Shennonggu, Been here many times too.

The Chixia Hall is surrounded by bamboos and cypresses. When he was a guest when he was a child, Shang Lang also brought a group of brothers and sisters to play with him as a little guest. Now that everyone has grown up, they are busy with cultivation and the affairs of the sect. Contacts are naturally less.

But he still remembers the surrounding terrain clearly.

With a sullen head, he ran along the winding pebble path to a clump of bamboos covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The cool breeze is blowing, and the slender bamboo leaves are rustling. Compared with the noise in the Chixia Temple, it is so quiet that only the chirping of birds can be heard.

He randomly found a big rock and sat down, looking at the cliffs and white clouds in the distance, staring blankly.

But before he was alone for a moment, a sneer sounded from beside him.

He turned around suddenly, his eyes widened.

Li Qinghong stood behind a clump of green bamboos, the bright green on his body was mixed with the bamboo leaves, it was almost indistinguishable without looking closely.

He looked at Mu Jiarong with a sneer on his lips.

Mu Jiarong gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Li Qinghong slowly grabbed a bamboo leaf and tore it up with his fingertips: "Everyone is watching, as an older brother, if I let my younger brother run away but not worry about following, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Mu Jiarong sneered: "I've seen it now, why don't you leave?"

Li Qinghong looked at him thoughtfully: "I'm thinking, should I knock you out and drink some more alcohol, and when I help you back later, I'll confirm your reputation as an alcoholic."

Mu Jiarong was surprised and angry: "Why are you spreading rumors about my drinking? I just drank some fruit wine, and I don't even drink at home!"

Li Qinghong smiled harmlessly: "Who knows? Maybe it's been spread like this for a long time, and one day your corpse suddenly floats in the colorful lotus lake in the back garden, no one will think it's unusual."

Mu Jiarong felt a chill in his heart, quickly drew out the "Li Zhu" soft sword from his waist, and pointed at his chest: "That's how you threatened my mother, wasn't it?"

Li Qinghong walked forward slowly, quietly revealed the Tu Ling dagger in his hand, and stroked it a few times vaguely.

"Yeah, your mother is more timid than you." He said softly, "I just said something casually, saying that I was ruthless since I was young, and if I risked everything to the death, I would kill her good son , she trembled in fright, tell me, is it funny?"

Mu Jiarong looked at him in shock, as if looking at a monster: "You are sick, is my mother treating you badly? After you came, didn't she take all your food and clothing expenses and pick the best ones for you?" Are you ready?"

Li Qinghong said coldly: "Who wants those things? I have done a lot in the Demon Sect."

Mu Jiarong sneered: "Since Li Hongling is as good to you, why don't you stay with her, but come to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Qinghong's expression suddenly changed.

There was a strange hatred in his dark eyes, and he said viciously: "Why didn't I come? I am the eldest son of the Mu family. If my mother hadn't died, your mother would never have entered the Mu family's door. And without you at all!"

Looking at Mu Jiarong's tightly pursed lips, his voice became even colder: "Your mother was kind and tolerant to me in front of my father, but why did you suddenly summon a bunch of her family to show off in front of me?"

Mu Jiarong was angry and shocked: "You really have a villain's heart! My mother's birthday is celebrated, and it is not the right thing for her family to visit relatives and friends. What are you thinking?"

Li Qinghong looked at him indifferently, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"It's really a honey pot. Sometimes I wonder, can you see anything bad in your eyes?" He shook his head, "Your mother will help you shelter from the wind and rain, help you charge into battle, and kill you alive It became a waste."

……

Above the Scarlet Cloud Palace, beside the VIP seats, Shang Wuji was sitting in a wheelchair, already pushed out by his attendants, and was greeting several noble celestial beings.

He seldom came out to meet people on weekdays, but now that Shang Yuan was out of customs, as a son, he was naturally refreshed on happy occasions, and his sallow complexion also looked much ruddy.

Yi Baiyi was chatting with Mu Anyang, when he saw him, he quickly stood up and walked to his wheelchair.

"Shang Xianjun looks so good, did you use some new medicine?" His fingers naturally touched Shang Wuji's veins, and after a while, he raised his head in surprise and looked at Shang Wuji's legs, "leg injury Has the old illness improved?"

Shang Wuji's face was overjoyed: "Yes, after my father left the customs, his cultivation was extremely advanced, and he helped me use spiritual power to forcibly wash away the necrotic meridians on my legs, and it turned out to be quite effective!"

The people next to him were all shocked and looked over one after another.

No amount of medical practitioners can do anything about this kind of disease that has damaged meridians and has been dead for many years. Shang Yuan is only a sword cultivator, but he can force people to open their meridians. What kind of state has this cultivation reached?

If this is the case, isn't it true that relying on one's own skills, one can achieve flesh and bones, life and death, which even medical practitioners cannot do?

No wonder there is a world of difference between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Golden Core Realm!

All of a sudden, even the sect masters and heads of the immortal sect, who are usually calm and reserved, all had fiery eyes and secretly thought.

After a long while, the master of Baicao Hall first broke the silence, and said with a smile: "In that case, why didn't senior Shang come out to catch up with old friends like us? To be honest, senior Shang has not been able to retreat these years, and everyone is quite worried about it. .”

Shang Wuji cupped his hands: "Father is making preparations at the back and will be here soon."

Mu Qinghui laughed beside him and said, "Speaking of which, why hasn't Head Ning come out?"

Shang Wuji's face froze slightly, and he forced a smile and said: "Junior brother has been busy with chores recently, and he has a little ailment, my father took pity on him for his hard work, and told him to rest more."

Mu Qinghui was startled, and was about to stand up: "Really? Then I'll go and see him."

Shang Wuji hurriedly said: "No need, junior brother is fine, he is in seclusion, just calm down and cultivate."

In the junior banquet below, Shang Lang was busily busy with his feet not touching the floor, instructing the disciples of the outer sect to entertain the guests. He looked at the seats on the other side of Shennong Valley from afar, feeling a little uneasy.

Li Qinghong and Mu Jiarong were not in their seats.

He quietly grabbed a junior brother: "Hey, have you seen the two young masters of the Mu family?",

The little junior nodded again and again: "It was still there just now, it seems to have gone out one after the other."

Shang Lang felt vaguely uneasy, and put the ice-cold jug of wine in his hands into the hands of the junior brother: "Go and say hello for me, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

……

Mu Jiarong's delicate little face was flushed with anger, and the almost invisible scar also faintly showed a little pink again: "You are a waste! You are not only a waste, but also a freak!"

Li Qinghong stared at the scar on his face, and smiled slightly: "By the way, every time I see the scar on your face, I am very happy, do you know?"

Mu Jiarong stared at him, panting for breath.

"Aren't you suffocated?" Li Qinghong grinned, "Now everyone says that I have a kind heart and took the initiative to save my brother's life, but who knows, I just don't want to owe you favors?"

Mu Jiarong gritted his silver teeth so hard that they were about to shatter: "I just hate that I'm blind, in the mist, and want to block it for you!"

Li Qinghong laughed "puchi", sarcastically: "It's a pity that you are such a good boy, you are so proud and proud, you are even embarrassed to say 'I saved him first, then he will pay me back'."

Mu Jiarong stared at him contemptuously: "I don't know how to tell people, I'm not like you, if you do something good, you have to make it known to the whole world!"

In the bamboo grove, Li Qinghong approached slightly, and whispered in Mu Jiarong's ear: "Why, don't you want to tell your father? But he won't believe it, and only thinks that you are jealous of my poor brother who was taken captive since childhood." .”

Mu Jiarong stepped back abruptly, distanced himself from him: "What is your father's, isn't he your father?"

Li Qinghong's face darkened, and a look of madness flashed in his eyes: "Yes, there is only one father. If you die, I can monopolize it, right?"

Mu Jiarong looked at him in shock, and shook the "Lizhu" sword in his hand: "Are you crazy? Shennong Valley is rich in resources and wealth, and I will not rob you. My grandfather's family is also a big family of Xianzong , I don't care about these things!"

Li Qinghong looked at him indifferently, and said word by word: "Don't fight me? Then get out, give me all of Shennong Valley, and don't associate with that idiot Shang Lang again."

Mu Jiarong stared at him in disbelief: "What's the matter with Shang Lang?! If you want to take over my father, you want to take over my friends?"

Li Qinghong said: "You have never lacked anything since you were young, and I have nothing. Everything you have now was originally mine, and it is only natural for me to take it all back."

Mu Jiarong took a sip: "But Shang Lang is not your thing!"

Li Qinghong stared at him, and suddenly said softly: "You like him?..."

Mu Jiarong was taken aback for a moment, and then he was ashamed and startled, "Lizhu" sword stretched straight, shaking out several brilliance, and stabbed straight at him: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

In Li Qinghong's hand, "Tu Ling" ran up, strangled the blade of "Li Zhu", and stabbed like a poisonous snake: "Are you guilty? When it comes to the resources of the Mu family, you can give it up, but Shang Lang, that idiot... Do you want to draw your sword to fight?"

Mu Jiarong's figure is as graceful as a dragon, and he fought fiercely with him: "He is not stupid, he is just kind-hearted. I have never seen a real villain like you! He was deceived by you, but he is still willing to believe you .”

The "Tu Ling" dagger in Li Qinghong's hand picked him up and stabbed him in the face, forcing him to be scared and hated, and embarrassed: "Yeah, I am such a bad person, there are only two people in the whole world who are willing to believe in me. One of them will never be with me anymore, and I will kill whoever robs me of the remaining one."

Mu Jiarong was furious, and the Lizhu sword danced like a rainbow, with a clear air: "Look at you!"

Li Qinghong's body was facing the direction of Chixia Hall, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a slight movement of the bamboo forest in the distance.

His eyes flickered, and his tone suddenly turned sad and forbearing: "Jiarong, the world is so big, I have nowhere to go...I just want to have a home."

Mu Jiarong was stunned: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Li Qinghong backed back again and again, avoiding the sharp edge of the Li Zhu Sword, and said in a shy voice: "I sincerely regard you as a younger brother, and you and your mother are so aggressive, can you really not tolerate me at all?"

With his back to the bamboo bushes, Mu Jiarong didn't notice the trembling of the bamboo leaves behind him, let alone the sudden stop of the trembling. Hearing Li Qinghong's tone suddenly change from harsh to soft, he just felt inexplicable.

"Of course I can't tolerate people like you, Shennong Valley will be harmed by you sooner or later!..."

With a clever dodge, Li Qinghong dodged his sword, the Lingling Dagger in his hand suddenly disappeared, and the side of his arm lightly brushed the edge of Li Zhu's sword.

Blood spattered, and a wound was cut on his forearm.

Following this sword, a scorching sword intent stabbed at Mu Jiarong's back, and the sword pierced the hilt of Lizhu Sword.

When there was a strong force, Mu Jiarong could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, and the Lizhu Sword flew out of his hand, flew straight into the air, and then fell far away.

Mu Jiarong turned around in astonishment, looking at Shang Lang behind him with a livid face.

Shang Langfei stepped forward, without looking at him, he hurriedly supported the crumbling Li Qinghong.

"How are you? Are you seriously injured?!"