Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Mu Xiaoqi lowered his head, his face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

Mu Qinghui and Ning Cheng were distinguished, so they naturally wouldn't have dinner with the juniors, so they turned and went upstairs.

A group of Shennonggu disciples sat down at a table, and one of them pointed at the lower head in a vicious voice, and called to Yuan Qinghang, "Sit there, don't move around."

Yuan Qinghang smiled obediently at him: "I won't move around, I have poison all over my body, I'm afraid that if my hand trembles, it's not good to accidentally spill it into your bowl."

Although he is beautiful and cute, but when he talks with a smile like this, several people suddenly think of how he used to be proficient in boiling medicine and poison, and they feel trembling in their hearts.

Mu Yuan quietly tugged at the man's sleeve: "Senior brother, stop talking, what if..."

Mu Xiaoqi glanced at the senior brothers indifferently, walked to Yuan Qinghang alone, and sat down in silence.

Yuan Qinghang smiled and tilted his head to look at him: "No need."

Mu Xiaoqi's eyes fell on his empty wrist, and she whispered: "...I'm sorry."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said, "Oh, I should say I'm sorry."

I said to take good care of it, but it will be gone before it is warmed up.

Not only is it gone, even my original one was snatched away by that surnamed Ning, tsk tsk, it's amazing for adults to snatch children's things.

That little brother Mu Yuan quietly sat over, glanced at Mu Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi...are you still blaming us?"

Mu Xiaoqi lowered her head, her small face was indifferent and handsome, like a jade carving: "I really don't like it."

He is the youngest, and he usually respects all his seniors and never crosses the line, but this sentence is very serious.

All the senior brothers blushed, and the senior senior couldn't help but angrily said, "How did you talk?"

Mu Xiaoqi said indifferently: "I will say what you brothers do."

A senior brother jumped up: "We caught this little devil just as a hostage to blackmail that wicked woman Li Hongling, but didn't beat him to kill him. Did we do something wrong?"

Mu Xiaoqi looked at him solemnly, "Of course it's wrong."

The guests at the next table saw them arguing, talking about the little devil for a while, and Li Hongling, the notorious left protector of the Mozong, all of them pricked up their ears.

Mu Xiaoqi's face became more and more cold: "Although he treated us badly, he didn't kill anyone after all, and he even risked our lives to save our lives. No matter how you say it, he still has a conscience. Brothers, if you do this, Isn’t it just treachery and revenge?”

The senior brother who jumped first was furious: "What do you know, what is too much to deal with these demons and heretics?"

Mu Xiaoqi suddenly raised his eyes: "When we entered Shennong Valley, we had memorized the teacher's training."

A thin blush of slight anger floated on his cold face: "The teacher's training said, 'Before curing another disease, first heal my heart'. The teacher's training also said, 'The ancients healed with the heart, and the heart is right, and the medicine is true'. If the mind is not right , then what kind of medicine do you want to study, what kind of immortality do you want to cultivate?"

There are many famous monks in the lobby, and I have heard a lot of such righteous words on weekdays, and most of them are just for the occasion, so no one takes it seriously.

But at this moment, when they suddenly heard a child say it so seriously, many people's hearts were moved suddenly, and they couldn't even laugh at it.

In the entire lobby, there was silence.

Even the clerk at the shop next to him shrank his neck, secretly stunned: This young disciple from Shennong Valley is so upright, no matter how old or young he is, he dares to scold his senior brother face to face!

……

Upstairs, Ning Cheng and Mu Qinghui were sitting in the Xuanzihao guest room, the curtains were slightly raised, and they were also listening quietly.

For Jindan monks, as long as they release their spiritual consciousness, they can detect the flow of spiritual power and the breath of living people around them, and naturally all the quarrels downstairs will fall into their ears.

Mu Qinghui picked up the teapot leisurely, poured two cups of green tea, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that Xiaoqi stays with me."

Ning Cheng looked strangely at the two bracelets in front of him.

One is shining brilliantly, the other is simple and ordinary. Putting them together, there is a strange sense of matching.

Mu Qinghui said again: "According to your explanation, I only taught him the most basic method of entraining qi, but he is only so young, and he has already succeeded in building a foundation. This qualification is really unique."

Ning Cheng said: "Brother Mu, you have worked so hard to raise Xiao Qi for many years."

"There's no need to talk about it between you and me." Mu Qinghui shook his head, "It's him who is extremely talented."

Ning Cheng was in a daze: "I wanted to make him feel at ease and be an ordinary person, but looking at it now, I was wrong after all."

He sighed a long time: "After I heard that Xiao Qi disappeared, I tossed and turned all night, regretting so much... In case something really happens to him, how can I have the face to go to the underworld to see my senior brother?"

Mu Qinghui said softly: "There are demons dancing around in the world, how can it be so easy to be an ordinary person? Without the power to protect yourself, it is easier to lose your life."

He looked downstairs: "In these years, I have kept my word and didn't even give him any extra care. Every time you visit, no one knows. This child has an upright character and good conduct, just like you back then. Brother..."

Seeing Ning Cheng's suddenly ugly face, he suddenly shut up.

The atmosphere was weird and awkward, suddenly, the window lattice in front of the two of them slammed, and something bumped into it.

When Mu Qinghui raised his eyes, he saw a black bird flapping its wings and hovering outside through the window screen.

His expression changed, and he was about to get up to check, but Ning Cheng waved his hand: "It's nothing, come to me."

He opened the window, and sure enough, the black magic bird flew in immediately. Its feathers were dull and lifeless. It stared at Ning Cheng with a pair of gloomy and cold eyes, and suddenly opened its mouth and barked three times.

Short and sharp.

Mu Qinghui raised his eyes in astonishment: "Brother Ning, this is..."

Ning Cheng nodded lightly: "It's the Gossip Falcon from Bai Tong Tang."

Mu Qinghui's heart skipped a beat, he stood up, smiled and said, "In this case, I'll avoid it for a while."

The owner of Bai Tong Tang is mysterious and strange, his identity is both good and evil, he has been wandering between black and white.

The news about his family, some from Xianmen, some from Demon Sect, has always been accurate and secretive, but the price has always been high, and it is bloody, regardless of the source.

Walking to the door, Mu Qinghui turned his head again, and said: "Leave early tomorrow morning to attend our young master Mu's birthday banquet. Take Shang Lang and the others, our Valley Master has met him once, and he likes it very much."

Ning Cheng nodded in agreement, closed the door, and stretched out his hand to set up a temporary soundproof array in the room.

The magic falcon tilted its head and saw that there was no one in the room, so it flapped its skinny wings and landed on the table.

Ning Cheng stretched out his hand and took out a huge spirit bead, which was the token of the transaction that had been set before. Mo Falcon swallowed it in one gulp, and then spat out a wax pill from his throat.

With calm eyes, Ning Cheng stretched out his hand to pinch the wax pill, revealing a piece of gauze inside.

After reading the dense teeny-headed script above, his expression remained unchanged, and the sword in his hand moved slightly. The sharp sword energy had already twisted the gauze into countless pieces, which floated on the candle flame and instantly turned into black smoke.

"I'm very satisfied with the news, let's continue to collect." He said lightly to the Demon Falcon, "The price will be set by your master."

The black bird opened its mouth, and a human voice came out of its throat: "I am very satisfied with the news, let's continue to collect. The price will be according to your master's."

It's exactly the same as what Ning Cheng said, even the tone of voice is exactly the same!

Seeing Ning Cheng nodding his head, Mo Falcon turned around and flew out of the window.

……

Downstairs at the table, Xiao Er brought up several dishes. While serving the dishes, Mu Yuan persuaded everyone: "Okay, okay, everyone, please stop arguing. The younger brothers are kind and simple, and the brothers are thoughtful and considerate. Nothing wrong..."

Yuan Qinghang happily picked up a chopstick of Shanjun, and interjected: "You are all right, it was me who was wrong, I shouldn't have saved you."

A table of people was choked by him until their chopsticks stopped, and one person glared at him: "Help me! You're obviously using us to test poison."

Yuan Qinghang grinned: "Yes, yes, what kindness can I have. You can survive because of your rough skin and thick flesh, which is comparable to a consonance."

The rhinoceros is a ferocious beast. Apart from a pair of precious rhino horns, its biggest feature is its thick and tough skin. However, because of its rough texture, it is often used to make low-level armor for poor monks to buy.

This sentence was full of irony, but he was cute, and he didn't look mean when he said it. Some monks at the next table couldn't help laughing out loud.

Even Mu Xiaoqi couldn't hold back his angry face, showing a faint smile.

That Shennonggu disciple's face turned from red to blue, seeing the smile on Mu Xiaoqi's lips, he was even more annoyed.

He threw the bamboo chopsticks in his hand violently and fell into the soup bowl in front of Mu Xiaoqi, splashing the juice.

"Contradicting the teacher and defending this little devil again and again, I think you are stubborn and rebellious, and you have lost your head!"

Mu Xiaoqi lowered his head coldly, looking at the mess in front of him, suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the table.

The two bamboo chopsticks flew up, he reached out to clamp them, and threw them to the ground, the two bamboo chopsticks sank straight into the bluestone ground, leaving only a little chopsticks sticking out of the ground, trembling endlessly.

Yuan Qinghang became playful, stomped his toes on the ground, and the two chopsticks jumped out of the ground again, wiped the tip of the Shennonggu disciple's nose, and rushed straight out of the window.

"Crackling" two whistling sounds splitting the air, and the two pruning bamboos outside the window snapped and fell heavily.

The two of them sat together, and the two strokes cooperated seamlessly, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, and the blow was majestic.

The monks watching from the side were all shocked when they saw the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Although there are many disciples who established their foundations early in the various immortal sects, most of them are after their teens. These two children are at most seven or eight years old, but one is at the foundation establishment level, and the other is also in the late stage of Qi refining!

How can this be done, all by talent?

The hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard, suddenly, a voice shouted crisply: "Oh, well said, it suits my taste too!"

A young man in white clothes with a long sword on his back jumped in from outside the lobby. He had bright eyes, healthy teeth, and a bright smile. He was only in his early teens, followed by several young disciples in the same clothes.

He didn't know how long he had been listening outside, but he ran over in two or three steps and rushed to Mu Xiaoqi.

"You have also established the foundation? That's amazing! My name is Shang Lang, and I'm a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. Are you from Shennonggu? I can tell just by looking at your clothes."

Mu Xiaoqi was furious in her heart, and was stunned by his interruption.

The little boy turned his head and looked at Yuan Qinghang again, his eyes lit up: "Hey, whose little brother is this again, so beautiful!"

His eyes fell on Yuan Qinghang's feet, and he was suddenly stunned.

Yuan Qinghang looked at the Cangyun pattern on his body, and raised his foot with a smile: "Your teacher locked it, can you open it?"

The little boy was extremely embarrassed and scratched his head: "Oh, I can't untie it either. But why is my master locking you?"

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly, drew his feet back, and suddenly leaned over his head, asking in a low voice, "By the way, is your name Ning Duo?"

This little boy is so handsome and sunny, he must be the hero, he must be!

Shang Lang was stunned: "What? Who is that?"

Yuan Qinghang turned pale with shock: "What, aren't you? Then where is he?"

The little boy was even more inexplicable than him: "What are you talking about!"

At this moment, Ning Cheng's cold voice sounded above his head: "Lang'er, come here."

Shang Lang looked up and exclaimed in surprise: "Master!"

Ning Cheng and Mu Qinghui stood in front of the window on the second floor, and Ning Cheng asked the disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect below: "How is the hunting result?"

A more stable young man hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Master, I have hunted a lot of strange beasts, and also got a lot of fur beast pills, sharp teeth and hard bones."

Ning Cheng asked the young master again: "What about you, what have you gained?"

Shang Lang scratched his head: "I hunted a rhinoceros by myself and wrestled with it for an hour."

Mu Qinghui smiled and said: "The top-grade rhinoceros horn is ground into powder, which is of great help to your father's condition. Your filial piety is commendable."

Shang Lang's radiant face darkened for a moment, he lowered his head, and stopped talking.

Ning Cheng said lightly: "Come up to my room, I have something to ask you."

Several disciples of the Cangqiong Sect hurried upstairs, while Shang Lang was walking, he turned his head and shouted at Mu Xiaoqi enthusiastically: "Wait for me to come back, I will be sworn brothers with you!"

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Citing callouts:

Before curing that disease, heal my heart first. ——Song Liu Fang's "Youyou New Book Preface"

The ancient medicine is in the heart, the heart is right and the medicine is true. ——Su Zheng, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "The Doctor"