Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Lang carried a huge spiritual antelope in his hand, and walked like flying, heading straight for the welcoming house of the Mu family.

Shennonggu's residence has always been particular about, even if it is a temporary guest, there are a lot of temporary flowers and plants in the courtyard, although there are faint figures walking around inside, but the courtyard door is tightly closed.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting loudly: "Jiarong, brother Hong, come out quickly. See what I just hunted on the mountain, and I will give you an extra meal at noon!"

After a long time, a young disciple of the Mu family came out from the inside. When he saw him, his expression was not good, and his face was cold: "The owner of the valley said that there are no guests, Mr. Shang, please go back."

Shang Lang scratched his head: "I don't want to see the owner of the valley, I'm here to find you two young masters. Whoever is here will do, tell him to come out and take this antelope in."

The disciple hadn't spoken yet, and a young man's voice from inside shouted angrily through the door: "Tell him to go, is our Mu family in prison? Do you want him to come and visit from the other door?"

Last time in the bamboo forest, Shang Lang said harsh words to Mu Jiarong, Mu Jiarong kept glaring at him afterwards, and Shang Lang secretly regretted it afterwards.

Seeing Mu Jiarong like this, he thought he was still angry, so he could only yell loudly: "Then I put the things in the yard, remember to eat."

With a strong throw, the bloody dead antelope was thrown into the yard. As soon as the antelope landed, a figure finally jumped out the door.

The "Li Zhu" soft sword in Mu Jiarong's hand was shining with rainbow light, and with a few "swish, swipe", he cut the antelope's body into several pieces, and "cracked" picked it out of the yard, and the man jumped back into the room quickly: "Our Mu family If you can't bear such a heavy gift, hurry up and get out!"

Shang Lang was dumbfounded watching Mu Jiarong's quick and irritable movements.

He felt uneasy, thought for a while, but was still not reconciled, so he ducked under Mu Jiarong's window.

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the window lattice three times and one short, and knocked hard.

When Mu Jiarong was a child, his family brought him to the Cangqiong School as a guest, and every time he stayed here, he always lived in this room.

Shang Lang is hospitable, he often brings his fellow apprentices here and there, sneaks out at night to play with this little guest, and is afraid that the adults will not allow him, so he often communicates in secret like this.

The room was quiet, and he became more and more uneasy. He said worriedly: "Jiarong, don't think I'm wordy—did you become so irritable after you practiced Canglong Jue?"

Mu Jiarong was angry and struggling inside, gritting his teeth and ignoring him.

Shang Lang waited for a while, but couldn't wait for Mu Jiarong to answer, so he turned his head resentfully.

When he raised his eyes, the window of a wing opposite was open, Li Qinghong was leaning against the window, looking at this side with a pair of dark eyes.

Shang Lang felt guilty for no reason, quickly turned over again, jumped over the fence vigorously, jumped under the window over there, and whispered: "You are here, why are you ignoring me?"

Li Qinghong lowered his eyes: "If you call my name first, I will ignore you."

Shang Lang was embarrassed, and smiled wryly: "You are an elder brother, why do you even have to argue with him about this?"

Li Qinghong wondered: "Didn't you come to look for my younger brother? If I make a noise and apologize for disturbing you, he won't see you even more."

Shang Lang: "..."

Li Qinghong looked at his clumsy appearance, and sighed: "Where have you been these days?"

Shang Lang sat down on the window sill, with his long legs crossed, sullenly: "Junior brother is gone, the sect is full of people practicing crazily, I felt bored, so I went to the mountains to stay for a few days."

Li Qinghong nodded: "No wonder you don't know anything."

Shang Lang was startled: "Know what?"

Li Qinghong said lightly: "Your grandfather sealed off Qianchong Mountain, and no one is allowed to leave without authorization. By the way, someone challenged his authority, and Li Wei was killed."

Shang Lang jumped up suddenly: "This is so possible!"

Li Qinghong sneered: "Who is joking with you? We left without saying goodbye last night, but we were stopped by Yu Wenli's running dog at the exit of the mountain, threatening that if you dare to leave, if your grandfather kills someone by mistake, then only Consider yourself unlucky."

Shang Lang listened in astonishment: "But...but why did you sneak away?"

Li Qinghong looked at him with a strange look: "If you don't leave, are you waiting to become a mummified corpse?"

Shang Lang said eagerly: "No, now that the mountain protection formation has been activated, the people from the Demon Sect cannot sneak attack, and the danger will naturally disappear!"

Li Qinghong leisurely turned "Tu Ling" in his hand, and the corners of his lips sarcastically said: "I come from the Demon Sect, and I know the ways of the Demon Sect best. Hehe, if those two protectors really did it, they wouldn't You will hide your head and shrink your tail like this, and you will only rush to announce it to the world."

Shang Yuan frowned: "Then so many people died, and who wrote it?"

Li Qinghong said: "Then who knows? Didn't so many people die in the mist formation, isn't it also an unsolved case?"

Shang Yuan remained silent, a cloud of depression gathered between his brows.

Li Qinghong looked at him full of sympathy: "If you really ask, before that person fell off the cliff, he said it was your grandfather who did it, anyway, you wouldn't believe it."

Shang Lang's face turned red: "Of course that's impossible!"

Li Qinghong said indifferently: "But I believe it. I believe everything he says. So once Yu Wenli threatens your grandfather, our whole family will be terrified. Even if we feel aggrieved, we can only obediently come back."

Shang Lang said blankly, "I don't know him well, so I don't know how much I should trust him. What he says and does, I always think it makes sense and is unbelievable."

Li Qinghong nodded, actually agreeing with his words: "He is a very reasonable person, but he does things strangely everywhere."

Shang Lang looked at him, and suddenly said: "He is dead, why do you and Junior Brother Ning seem...not very sad?"

Li Qinghong tilted his head, thought for a while: "Maybe it's because we all believe that he can't die?"

……

Shang Lang was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned over and jumped off the ground, and ran to the distance.

He strode into the Jingyang Hall, shouting loudly: "Father!"

In front of the window, the wheelchair was quietly put aside, and Shang Wuji was holding the window sill with his hands, trembling, trying to walk one step at a time.

Hearing his son calling, he breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell to the ground.

Shang Lang rushed forward and reached out to support him: "Dad, be careful!"

Shang Wuji leaned heavily on the tall young man, with a bitter expression on his face: "Those legs... It's still a bit difficult to really stand up."

Shang Lang carefully helped him to sit back in the wheelchair, comforting him in a low voice: "Don't worry, Dad, take your time."

He stretched out his hand to help Shang Wuji pinch the atrophied thigh muscle: "Finally I can walk a few steps, as long as I practice hard, it will definitely get better in time!"

Shang Wuji shook his head: "Although the meridian is unblocked, it has been blocked by blood stasis for so many years, and it is impossible to recover like a normal person."

Shang Lang's face darkened, his white teeth bit his lower lip.

Shang Wuji didn't seem to want to say any more, and looked at his son: "You came in a hurry, what's the matter?"

Shang Lang's face was ugly: "Father, Grandpa prevented all the immortal sects from leaving the sect. Without his token, no one can leave the mountain protection formation. Is it true?"

Shang Wuji's expression froze: "Who did you listen to?"

Shang Lang said dejectedly: "Early this morning, I went to Mu's elegant house to send some rare things there, but was driven out by Mu Jiarong. It turned out that they wanted to go out of the mountain last night, but they were stopped. I asked my brothers and sisters, and they said it was true."

He excitedly said: "A little junior also whispered that other sects have already told each other in private that our Cang Qiong sect is now openly detaining fellow immortal sects and killing innocent people indiscriminately!"

Shang Wuji said slowly: "Yes, your grandfather sent a message to everyone yesterday, saying that the monsters of the Demon Sect have strange methods and continue to kill and seek revenge. If everyone leaves separately, they will definitely be ambushed and killed on the way."

Shang Lang's expression became even worse: "I heard that someone left the formation without authorization last night and attacked the center of the formation. Grandpa thought it was an enemy attack and launched a large defense formation far away, unexpectedly killing several fellow immortal sects by mistake."

Shang Wuji's voice trembled slightly, he didn't know if it was shock or what: "Since it was an accidental injury, there is nothing to do about it."

Shang Lang stood up: "That's a few lives! Besides, what reason does our Cangqiong Sect have to help people decide whether to stay or to forcibly detain them?"

Shang Wuji was silent for a while, but said: "Since your grandfather did this, he must have his reasons. You are a junior, just follow orders."

Ever since Shang Yuan opened his meridians in front of everyone at Chixia Palace that day, many of Shang Wuji's previous medicines have stopped, but this room still has the smell of herbs from the past, with a faint decay.

Shang Lang was anxious: "But, if it doesn't make sense, do you still want to listen?"

Shang Wuji didn't look at him, but looked at the distant mountains: "That's your grandfather, and he is the real supreme head of the Cangqiong Sect. Whether it's about blood, about the sect, or about yourself, no matter whether it's for you or not. Wrong, of course you have to listen.”

Shang Lang listened in a daze and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know if this room has been inhabited by patients for a long time, a dark and gloomy atmosphere lingers in the room, and it is even more quiet like a silent tomb at this moment.

The cold sunlight shone on the young and handsome boy's face, and the handsome brows were more confused than before.

He said sadly: "It's a pity that Junior Brother Ning is not in the door. I'm thinking, if he were here, he should be able to say: Right and wrong, right and wrong, have your own judgment."

Shang Wuji's eyes were a little strange: "So it's good for him to leave."

Shang Lang looked at his father carefully, and said in a low voice, "Father, you don't like him very much, do you? I've heard someone vaguely say that he looks a bit like... like that person."

Shang Wuji's thin wrist quietly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair: "How could it be? Actually, I don't hate you, Uncle Ning, so why would I hate a junior who looks a bit like him?"

He smiled wryly, and said in a low voice: "Lang'er, when you were just born, your Uncle Ning hugged you."

Shang Lang said fiercely: "I don't remember anymore! He made your father useless for many years, and your cultivation was completely destroyed. Why don't you hate him?"

Shang Wuji lowered his head: "People are already dead, so what's the point of hating any more?...Besides, back then, my father, him, and you, Mr. Zheng, had a very deep friendship like you and Ning Duo since childhood. Woolen cloth."

Shang Lang hesitated to speak.

Shang Wuji looked at the few cold pine trees outside the window, and was in a daze: "Probably because I am old. Recently, I always like to dream about the things when I was young. At that time, Junior Brother Ning was in full bloom, and Junior Brother Zheng Yuan was also cultivating diligently... ...The three of us in the younger generation are all famous, and they are so beautiful."

Shang Lang quietly glanced at his legs, and lowered his head impatiently.

Shang Wuji seemed to be immersed in the distant memories, his eyes were blank: "Slaying demons and demons, defending morality and justice, seeking the well-being of the common people in the world, and finding a smooth path for cultivation in the fairy world... At that time, everyone was so innocent and passionate."

Shang Lang said loudly: "What's so bad about being passionate and naive, it's better than looking forward and looking backward!"

His voice was clear and resolute, striking the ground, Shang Wuji seemed to be startled by him, and finally came back to his senses.

He had strange eyes, and smiled wryly: "Some things can't be distinguished so clearly."

Shang Lang wanted to argue again, but Shang Wuji waved his hand: "Anyway, from today onwards, if you have nothing to do, go to the mountains as usual. Don't worry about the affairs of this sect."

Seeing the dissatisfaction between Shang Lang's brows, his voice turned severe, with a bit of sharpness and urgency: "Your grandfather is several hundred years old now, and he cultivated the Tongtian Dao that no one before has ever set foot on. In the world, family affection gradually fades away, you must not overestimate your own strength and contradict him, understand?!"

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Shang Lang ran out of the Jingyang Hall in one breath, feeling so depressed that he almost exploded.

Looking from a distance, the beautiful and magnificent Qianzhong Mountain in the past is now withered, the vegetation is dull, and there are unfamiliar guests from other families everywhere, all of them have strange expressions on their faces.

Some people were wary of him, trying to please him, as if they were afraid that if they offended him, the big disciple of the Cang Qiong sect, there would be a catastrophe;

But there are also people who are indifferent, with a look of daring to be angry but dare not speak.

Looking at it from a distance, he only felt more and more bored and anxious.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the "Zhiyang" sword and rushed up the back mountain in one breath.

In a small mountain peak, the terrain is hidden and the scenery is pleasant, but it was the place where he and Ning Duo visited most often when they were young.

Ning Duo meditated quietly on the side, while he climbed up and down. This small world is hidden from anyone, and there are many interesting beasts and spirit birds, which don't have the taste that children like.

He ran up the mountain in one breath, and came to a flat mountain valley, raised his breath, and shouted at the uninhabited valley: "Second Junior Brother, where are you now?... Don't come back when you leave, I'm sorry!" I'm going to die, why don't I go find you too!"

Before the words were finished, a very weak breeze suddenly came from behind.

There was a dull pain in the back of his head, and accompanied by a slight sweet fragrance, he swayed and fell down.

In a daze, he was kicked on the body, and a cold voice sounded, which seemed very far away: "This idiot, why don't you just kill him."

Another similar voice came closer, with a mischievous smile: "No, no, kill him, several children will be sad to death."

That cold voice sneered: "Li Qinghong and that Mu Jiarong? Those two brothers are also idiots. Idiots and idiots always tend to cherish each other and like each other."

The voice with a smile laughed: "Don't say that! Mr. Shang is outstanding in swordsmanship, and he is very talented in cultivation. Mr. Mu is simple-minded, let alone stupid."

The cold voice said: "Okay, hurry up and cover his face."

A large handful of sticky things was unceremoniously smeared on Shang Lang's face, even the nose and eyes were sealed.

Although Shang Lang was fascinated, he didn't pass out completely for a while, he just felt that he couldn't breathe through his nose and mouth, and couldn't make a sound.

His heart was terrified, and his whole body was cold.

It's over, I have thought about countless ways to die, some heroic, some sad.

I just never thought that one day I would be suffocated to death, this way of dying is really a bit useless.