Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

All around exclaimed, not to mention all the medical practitioners were stunned, even peerless medical practitioners like Yi Baiyi and Mu Anyang were shocked inexplicably.

Shang Wuji supported his precarious body, and walked a few more steps on the high platform, finally his legs gave way and he couldn't hold on any longer.

Just as he was about to fall, there was a sudden sound of wind from his clothes, a young man in white flew up to him and supported him: "Father!"

Shang Wuji was almost speechless, and looked up at Shang Yuan blankly: "Father, I..."

Shang Yuan nodded: "These years, I have suffered for you."

Shang Wuji's eyes were red, his dry lips trembled violently: "..."

Yi Baiyi stepped forward, and with his fingers like the wind, he checked the meridians and key points on Shang Wuji's leg one by one. After a long while, with a complicated expression, he looked back at Mu Anyang.

Mu Anyang understood, got up and went forward, also looked carefully for a moment, his expression seemed a little confused, but he still smiled all over his face: "Congratulations to Xianjun Shang, this leg disease was originally caused by the clogging of the meridians by Gu poison, the overbearing poison caused the disability. "

He bowed his hands deeply to Shang Yuan: "I didn't expect the Nascent Soul Realm to be so miraculous that it can forcibly wash away the stagnant meridians. Your son's chronic illness for many years may gradually recover."

Next to him, Shang Lang yelled, both pleasantly surprised and unbelievable: "Father, your legs are healed...you can walk now!"

Since he was a child, his father was suddenly murdered by Ning Wanfeng, and he could no longer stand up. Afterwards, he called countless doctors for consultation, but they were helpless.

He lost his mother since he was a child, and when his father fell ill, he also cried secretly and anxiously. He did not know how many folk remedies and strange medicines he found in private, but for many years, none of them worked at all.

Who would have thought that after his grandfather left the customs, he could heal his father's old illness. For a moment, it was as if he had seen a miracle.

Yuan Qinghang hid in the crowd, confused.

It has not been a day or two since Shang Yuan left the customs. If his son's illness can be cured, why didn't he go to treat him immediately, but wait until the public is seen?

It looked like he had waited for this kind of time on purpose to make a big splash on purpose.

However, it was obvious that this public action had an excellent effect, and there was a commotion in the hall, and the expression became more and more eager.

Finally, someone couldn't help but shouted: "Sect Master Shang, since this is the case, when will you make your mind known to the public for the benefit of the world?"

Shang Yuan said: "After all, this method is not long ago, and I am also afraid that you will make mistakes in your cultivation—"

He pondered for a while, and said solemnly: "Those who intend to cultivate, please stay in Panheng of the Sky Sect for a while. Not only can I give pointers at any time, but if I go crazy when I break through, I can also help sort out the meridians and treat them in time."

There was a whisper of discussion below, and the eyes of many sect heads intersected with the younger disciples they brought, communicating silently across the air.

Yuan Qinghang looked around coldly, and saw many young and outstanding juniors with eager eyes.

Shang Yuan glanced down, and said again: "This is a big matter, you can discuss it in private first. After a cup of tea, those who are interested can directly approach my apprentice Ning Cheng."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left the table openly without reminiscing with the old friends of Xianzong.

Chen Feng, the lord of the Lingxiao Palace, looked rather ugly, but he didn't get angry, let alone leave.

He only has one only son, Chen Qiyou, who is outstanding in aptitude, and although there are many outstanding disciples in the remaining disciples, if it is said that they are amazingly talented, they are not even mentioned.

If he sent his disciples to learn the Canglong Jue, he might not be able to break through safely, but if he went to learn from Shang Yuan himself, even though he did not have the title of master and apprentice, he had inherited the great favor from the heavens, and in the future, Shang Yuan would be dwarfed even more. one head.

After thinking about it, he was reluctant to leave, but he couldn't make up his mind to find Ning Cheng.

He glanced around briefly, and looked at Yu Wenhan beside him with a forced smile: "Senior Yuwen, what is your plan?"

Yu Wenhan's expression was cold: "I'm already old, so I'm not interested in breaking through the realm or spying on the secrets of heaven."

Chen Feng said again: "Aren't you going to ask the juniors in your family to practice?"

Yu Wenhan glanced at his grandson below from a distance.

Yu Wenli was also looking up at him. Seeing his grandfather's gaze, he quickly walked out of the crowd and walked quickly to Yu Wenhan.

Yu Wenhan looked at him and said, "What do you think?"

Yu Wenli looked respectful: "But let grandfather make the decision."

Yu Wenhan was silent for a long while, and finally said lightly: "You are seriously injured and unhealed, so you are not suitable for forcibly practicing this kind of strange art. Let's forget it."

Yu Wenli's eyes dimmed suddenly, and he pressed the lifeless hilt of the sword with one hand, and said shyly: "Yes."

On the opposite side, Tantai Yun also walked to her father, and Tantai Minghao looked at her kindly: "Yun'er, after all, this method has unknown dangers. After thinking about it for my father, I should try it myself. If it works, you can do it again." It’s not too late to practice.”

Tan Taiyun lowered her eyebrows and said: "Father's injury is just right, why rush for success, my daughter is thinking, it's better to give up."

Tantai Minghao stared at his artificial hand hidden in the glove, his eyes flickered, and he said in a harmonious voice for a long while: "I have made up my mind to be a father."

All of a sudden, people from various sects in the seat came and went, and they all had different reactions.

Mu Qinghui bypassed the crowd, walked quietly to Ning Cheng, and looked at him with concern: "Brother Ning, I heard that you are unwell?"

Ning Cheng seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Do you also want to practice Canglong Jue?"

Mu Qinghui said warmly: "I haven't thought about it yet, I need to discuss it with my brother later, someone has to try it."

This is a tactful statement, but it is inconvenient for various sects to express their aspirations.

Since ancient times, in this world, the strong are king, and strength speaks for itself.

If no one in my family practiced this heaven-defying mental method, but other sects have people who have practiced it, then I am afraid that the original sect status and the resources of the immortal family that can be enjoyed in the future will have to be given up.

Who would really not care at all!

Ning Cheng stared at him with strange eyes.

He lowered his voice, and said: "Brother Mu has always only liked growing flowers and making medicines. His cultivation is already enough, so we should not go into this muddy water."

His voice was weak, but his words were extremely strange, Mu Qinghui was startled suddenly.

Ning Cheng and him have known each other since they were young, when both of them were teenagers, during a joint hunting of the fairy sect, Ning Cheng and him were divided into a team, and happened to be attacked by a powerful alien beast, and the two relied on each other for help. After struggling for a long time, Ning Wanfeng came west with a sword and saved the two teenagers.

But when he was in danger, Ning Cheng desperately helped Mu Qinghui stop the monster attack, and Mu Qinghui also gave him the only remaining life-saving medicine, and the friendship between the two was formed. Although they were not in the same sect, they had a strong friendship in private.

In any case, Ning Cheng's words must have his reasons.

Mu Qinghui has a gentle temperament, but he is by no means a fool. He immediately took a quick look at Ning Cheng and didn't ask any more questions.

Backing away silently, he turned around and came to Mu Anyang, and was about to speak, when two teenagers walked beside him.

It was Li Qinghong and Mu Jiarong.

Mu Anyang beckoned to his two sons kindly: "Come on, what do you brothers think?"

Li Qinghong smiled slightly, very sincerely: "I can't do it, I dare not try."

Mu Jiarong's face was ugly, and he didn't look at him out of the corner of his eye. He gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Anyang: "Father, I want to practice Canglong Jue."

Mu Anyang was stunned, and hesitated: "You usually focus on medical skills, and your spiritual power is not considered strong and diligent. If you practice this, if something goes wrong..."

Mu Jiarong's face turned red: "It is because I can't do it that I need to make progress. I am almost an adult, and I have to learn to be self-reliant."

Mu Qinghui was slightly anxious, and blurted out: "Jiarong don't practice this. We are dignified medical practitioners, of course we must focus on the righteous path of the medicine sect, or..."

Mu Jiarong cut off his words fiercely: "Master! Look at the old man Shang. If you have reached the extreme level, you can do things that doctors can't do. In short, I want to practice this, and I won't be everywhere when I go out for a walk. be bullied."

Mu Anyang hurriedly said: "What nonsense, our Shennong Valley's status is outstanding, how can anyone give you anger?"

Li Qinghong whispered beside him: "It's a good thing that my brother is willing to make progress."

……

Yuan Qing hangs in the crowd, seeing many people have already walked up to the high platform, chatting with Ning Cheng, secretly taking notes.

Jianzong went up to talk the most, and every sect had people sign up, and some sects even sent two or three people.

There are junior leaders, and some sect masters and heads!

The time for a cup of tea passed quickly, and Ning Cheng stood on the high platform and shouted loudly: "Everyone, there is one more thing, my teacher asked me to say it by the way."

It's quieter below.

Ning Cheng put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his tone suddenly became serious: "The monsters of the Demon Sect have repeatedly invaded the Immortal Sect and owed a lot of blood debts. Unfortunately, there are many difficult opponents among them, whether it is the left and right guardians, or the cunning and vicious Young Master."

Yuan Qinghang was suddenly named below, and felt something was wrong in his heart, so he quickly pricked up his ears.

Ning Cheng's voice was cold: "Those who came to learn the Canglong Jue, since they have benefited, should also contribute to the welfare of the Xianzong in the future. According to the teacher's intention, he will command a general encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect in the future. Get rid of this nest of cancer."

Yuan Qinghang was startled suddenly, the old thing turned out to be holding bad water here!

But still not right.

Many years ago, his uncle Yuan Zuoyi, who was the most threatening to Xianzong, had already been killed by Shang Yuan's team, so why bother to kill them all now?

No matter how you look at it, Shang Yuan and Mozong don't seem to have a real deep-rooted hatred.

Could it be that there is any other ultimate reason that he can't think of but does exist? ...

Above the main hall, there was a faint commotion.

In the past two years, the fighting and killing between Xianzong and Mozong has never stopped. Even if Yuan Qinghang has been trying his best to avoid and resolve it, and there are already countless lives on both sides, how can he alone be able to stop it.

As soon as Ning Cheng said this, the crowd immediately became passionate and full of voices.

Someone shouted: "Senior Shang is right, this is the most important thing."

"Everyone in the Immortal Sect will practice Canglong Jue, and their strength will definitely increase tremendously. It is best to kill the Demon Sect together and completely wipe out the Demon Cave!"

Beside Yuan Qinghang, several boys and girls were silent, but they all clenched their teeth quietly.

Yuan Qinghang smiled and looked at Ning Cheng on the high platform, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Master Ning, I heard that there are many geniuses and treasures in the Demon Sect, and there are many good things in the mansions of the two guardians, right? ?”

Ning Cheng stared at his face for a moment, but didn't see any flaws, so he nodded: "It must be."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were shining, and he looked greedy and stupid: "Then if our Seven Poison Sect participates in the encirclement and suppression, we will contribute people and efforts, can we share some of it?"

Everyone's heart was moved.

Shang Yuan's cultivation base is so terrifying, and now he vaguely intends to take the lead. If he really hunts down the Demon Sect thoroughly, will all the spoils obtained be taken away by the Sky Sect, and everyone will be thugs for nothing?

But Ning Cheng said coldly: "The purpose of encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect is to stop the poisoning of the common people in the world, and it is also to return the world to a clear world. My teacher said that the Cangqiong Sect will not take any gains from the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect, as long as they capture a few demons from the Demon Sect alive." Head, and send it to the Cangqiong Sect for public trial."

All sects felt relieved, and many people even secretly showed joy on their faces.

The Sky Faction does not participate in the distribution, but is willing to take the lead in contributing. Wouldn't it be possible for each family to divide up the wealth and magic treasures of the Demon Sect?

Yuan Qinghang exclaimed "wow": "But why do we have to be captured alive? Our Seven Poison Sect can only use poison, and if we shoot, we will definitely die. At that time, it will not work to bring the corpse of the monster of the Demon Sect to receive the reward? "

Ning Cheng said indifferently: "Our Xianzong kills people, we have to be reasonable. After being captured alive, there will be a public trial, and the crimes and blood debts will be disclosed one by one, so that people can be convinced."

Yuan Qinghang rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

Bah, it's all nonsense, it's very weird.

In the past two years of confrontation between Xianzong and Mozong, I don't know how many people have killed each other in the barren mountains and wild mountains, and now suddenly it is necessary to convict first and then execute, it is like taking off your pants and farting.

He repeatedly emphasized that he wanted to be captured alive, no matter how he listened, he felt cruel and poisonous, which was definitely not a good thing.

On the high platform, Ning Cheng saw that there was no objection from the crowd, so he said loudly: "Everyone has come from afar, if nothing happens, you might as well spend a few days at the Sky Faction to see the results of the first batch of practicing Canglong Jue, and then continue It’s not too late to make a decision.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Xianzong family was even more excited.

Since the Cang Qiong Sect is so generous, why not stay and take a look!If it is really possible to do it quickly, wouldn't it be more safe to join the practice immediately? ...

Yuan Qinghang mixed with the scattered crowd, took Shuang Jiang and the others, and returned to the elegant house where he lived.

This matter is strange, and the matter is of great importance. It is impossible to leave after inquiring for a while. There are a large number of people left in each family, and they will not attract attention if they do not leave.

In the middle of the night, he repeated his tricks and went out quietly.

Walking alone in the mountains, he followed the detailed map Ning Duo drew for him, and quietly touched a mountain wall in the night.

Look around, no one is everywhere.

He identified it, tapped lightly on the mountain wall a few times, and whispered: "Little Qijun?"

In the silent mountain wall, Low Magnetic's response immediately sounded.

"Ah."

A key mechanism on the mountain wall was slowly opened, and a cold figure in white stood quietly facing the moonlight spreading in.

Yuan Qinghang stared at him and grinned: "Why does your master always lock you up?"

There was sparkle in Ning Duo's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "My master said that the Cang Qiong Sect is currently undercurrent and there are signs of blood, and told me to try my best to avoid everything."

Yuan Qinghang sighed, and got into the secret door of the mechanism: "Your master is right, there are indeed many secrets here, and it seems that something big is about to happen."

Ning Duo said: "He not only asked me not to participate, but also sent me away."

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a moment: "He is right, then why don't you leave?"

Ning Duo said lightly, "Because you are here."