Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Although he hated and was angry in his heart, his body was completely limp and weak, his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he finally passed out completely.

In the uninhabited valley, Ji Banxia was dressed in gray, standing on a huge rock with her hands behind her back, looking down at the people below who were busy at work.

"Won't it suffocate?" he asked.

Yuan Qinghang took a small hard branch, poked two holes in Shang Lang's nostrils, and said with a smile, "Isn't this enough?"

He squatted on the ground, waiting idly for the ointment to dry.

Looking at Shang Lang's motionless sleeping posture, he "tsk": "It's so pitiful."

Ji Banxia said coldly: "His relatives have committed a heinous crime. Either he will cut off the blood line completely, or he will help the tyrant to do evil. There is no middle ground."

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "That's why it's pitiful."

Shang Lang has always been sincere and sincere, so he should not be in the same boat.But looking at his filial piety towards his father, how could it be so easy to cut off the blood relationship at will?

After waiting for a while, the thin ointment on Shang Lang's face hardened completely, and he carefully peeled it off and hid it in the storage bag.

He stared at Shang Lang's handsome and bright face, suddenly a little dazed.

Ji Banxia urged: "Hurry up and leave? The effect of the medicine is about to wear off."

Yuan Qinghang groped in the storage bag for a while, took out a stick of incense, lit it, and smoked Shang Lang's face.

Ji Banxia became impatient: "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Yuan Qinghang waved his hand mysteriously: "Hush——"

Shang Lang on the ground was smoked by the incense, his face slowly flushed, and his sword eyebrows stretched a little.

Yuan Qinghang leaned close to his ear, imitating Ning Duo's tone with a soft voice, and whispered: "Senior brother...Senior brother?"

Shang Lang's fingertips moved.

Yuan Qinghang continued: "Do you remember Uncle Zheng Yuan? He taught you when you were young."

Shang Lang's eyelids twitched quickly. He didn't know if he was about to wake up or was awakened by some memories. A vague answer came out of his throat: "I remember..."

Yuan Qinghang said softly again: "He was so kind to you, but after so many years after his death, why did you blow up his coffin?"

Shang Lang's eyes rolled rapidly under his eyelids, his Adam's apple moved, and he whispered with difficulty: "I, I didn't..."

Yuan Qinghang imitated Ning Duo's indifferent tone, and said: "You have. During the Shuzong Grand Competition, Uncle Zheng was catalyzed and turned into a shocking corpse. I subdued it myself, don't you remember?"

Shang Lang frowned even tighter, his eyes still could not be opened: "No... I didn't know then."

Yuanqing Hang Youyou sighed: "I went to the cemetery that night to check whether Master Zheng's coffin was intact. Brother, you were also in the cemetery that night, right?"

Shang Lang's expression showed a trace of struggle: "I... I just listened to my father. My father said, he was a little worried, and asked me to push him to have a look..."

Yuan Qinghang's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said: "So your father put explosives in the coffin to prevent someone from opening the coffin for investigation?"

Shang Lang panted heavily: "He...he is afraid that people will destroy Master Zheng's body."

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly asked: "So, as soon as the startled corpse came out, your father knew that it was the remains of Master Zheng? He knew about Master Zheng's death, so what grievances and secrets are there that outsiders don't know?"

Shang Lang's face finally showed pain and bewilderment, his fingers dug into the dirt under his body: "I don't know...I really don't know!"

He suddenly clenched his fist with difficulty, and smashed it on the ground sullenly, and the "Zhiyang" sword in his hand trembled endlessly.

Yuan Qinghang stretched out his hand, and quickly tapped on the throbbing veins around his neck.

Shang Lang tilted his head, and finally fell asleep again.

Ji Banxia looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang moved Shang Lang under a tree and placed him under the shade of a forest before standing up.

The question I had a few years ago was finally answered. I ran into Shang Lang that morning. Sure enough, he had been to the cemetery, and the pagoda flower on his head really came from that shade pagoda tree!

"Uncle Ji, I'm thinking." He pondered and said, "Many years ago, the Demon Sect was besieged by all the Immortal Sects. It was Shang Yuan's suggestion. Is there anything else wrong with what happened back then?"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "What can there be? It's just that the traitor Ning Wanfeng and the old thief Shang Yuan are dog eat dog."

Yuan Qinghang cried and said: "Uncle Ji, don't say that about Ning Xianjun."

Ji Banxia was furious: "What Ning Xianjun? Is he the murderer who killed your uncle, or a shameless villain who betrayed both sides!"

He gritted his teeth: "Being greedy for the position of the head of the sect, assassinating the same sect, turning around to seek refuge with the sect master Yuan, and then stabbing him in the back, causing the sect master Yuan to be seriously injured, and finally lost to the people of the Xianzong sect, and died in a bloody battle--everything. Aren't they all made by him?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head vigorously: "The things he did in Shimen, since the old man Shang Yuan said, not only can't believe it, it's probably fake!"

Ji Banxia was even more angry: "Leaving aside the previous matters, after he joined the Demon Sect, he personally injured the Yuan Sect Master with a single sword, and so many of us saw it with our own eyes!"

"Seeing may not be true." Yuan Qinghang disagreed, "What if Xianjun Ning has any difficulties, or is he forced?"

Ji Banxia stared at him, and suddenly sneered after a long while: "You're making excuses for Ning Wanfeng just because you think that since you have such a good nephew, your uncle shouldn't be too bad, right?"

Yuan Qinghang followed him and walked out of the valley: "Where is it, my admiration for Ning Xianjun also comes from the bits and pieces that I put together."

Ji Banxia casually gave a "bah" sound: "It's not good to admire anyone, to admire that treacherous and evil person, I think you have been stunned by his nephew!"

Yuan Qinghang blushed, acting as if he hadn't heard the last sentence, and said: "That's not true. Back then in that small inn, I was caught by Ning Cheng, and the scar-faced monk I met, didn't everyone praise Ning Wan Is Maple as warm and moist as jade, graceful and graceful?"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "That's right, if you didn't have a good skin and a handsome and gentle appearance, how could you have tricked Yuan Zongzhu to love him?"

Yuan Qinghang made a grimace: "Uncle Ji, what you said is unreasonable. It's as if my uncle only looks at faces when making friends."

Ji Banxia was silenced by him, and said bitterly for a while: "In the first place. I see that you and Ning Duo have a good relationship, probably because he looks upright, as handsome as his uncle."

Yuan Qinghang straightened his neck, and said confidently: "Ning Daxianjun and Ning Xiaoxianjun are just like exiled immortals, people who like them are like crucian carp crossing the river, and I am just one of them."

Ji Banxia didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned, and was stunned for a while: "Why are you so worthless? I am the young master of the Demon Sect. I can give countless orders with a wave of my hand, and I can bleed when I raise my eyes. What are you doing to me?" People in Xianzong are so fascinated?"

Yuan Qinghang continued to pester: "You are ugly, of course you should not be discriminated against, but if you are good-looking, you should be loved and admired, isn't it just right and proper?"

Ji Banxia was so angry that his face turned blue: "Nonsense. Between friends, we only want to have a similar temper and a compatible heart, and we are not looking for a Taoist partner. What are you doing based on your face?"

Yuan Qinghang groaned and chirped a few times, his voice was soft and light, and he acted like a kid, "Uncle Ji, I just know him well, and I think his face is pretty..."

Ji Banxia stared into his eyes, seeing the undisguised frankness and enthusiasm in it, suddenly her heart moved.

He frowned slightly: "In the past few years you have been walking, you have met many beautiful girls from the Immortal Sect, and there are also many beautiful and obedient subordinates in the Demon Sect, but you haven't met anyone you like?"

Yuan Qinghang was stunned: "Huh?"

"I heard that there is a girl Chang from Haiqingmen. You have always taken good care of her, and she has defended you in public many times?"

Yuan Qinghang's eyes suddenly widened: "Uncle Ji, why are you like Brother Hong, who suspects that I like Miss Chang every day!"

He suddenly thought of something, he laughed aloud: "Speaking of which, there should be someone who likes Miss Chang, she is also a very cute young man from the Shu sect."

Ji Banxia said lightly: "No matter who it is, if you like it, you might as well try to confess it. Men should take the initiative."

Yuan Qinghang's starry eyes were dazed, and he said coyly for a long time: "Isn't it necessary to take the initiative? It would be great if we both understand and have a good understanding. If we don't understand, we will scare people if we say it rashly..."

Ji Banxia looked at his strange expression with cold eyes, felt even more uneasy in her heart, and suddenly said coldly: "Who is he, is he?"

Yuan Qinghang froze suddenly, his face flushed red: "Huh?...haha!"

Ji Banxia stared at him and said word by word: "You...",

Yuan Qinghang jumped up suddenly, the white jade and black gold fan swayed like a small hot wheel, and shouted in a mess: "Uncle Ji, tell me, I returned the sword to the Ning family for my uncle, does it count as a reincarnation of fate? Does he feel sad?"

Ji Banxia said indifferently: "Anyone who is stabbed suddenly with a sword will be sad."

Yuan Qinghang said sadly: "...Hey, Uncle Ji, you don't understand."

Not sad that he hurt him, but sad that he made his own decisions over and over again.

She clearly vowed that she would never think about driving him away in the future, and would never rack her brains again to ask him to leave her.

But in the end, it was still a person who decided to put all his eggs in one basket and take the initiative to detonate the scene that was destined to happen...but he didn't know this!

The two walked silently on the ridge, and there were mountains in the distance. From a distance, except for the few closed mountains and big formations, which were still full of vitality, the other places were dark and gray, and they no longer looked like the beautiful mountains and rivers of the past.

Yuan Qinghang stared blankly at the place where Ning Duo grew up, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Ji, I miss him so much."

Thinking of using Mozong's tens of thousands of eyeliners to find him, thinking of throwing away everything here, no matter what the crisis of the fairy sect or the blood feud of the Mozong, he would run to him.

Listening to his lonely voice, Ji Banxia felt the vague lingering and sadness in it, and sighed silently for a long while.

He said in a low voice, "If you think so... go to him, you two will go far away. It is enough for you and Aunt Hong to decide what matters here."

Yuan Qinghang stood quietly on the ridge, his hair fluttering in the wind.After a while, he smiled slightly.

"No need." He said, "What's more, even if he gets angry with me again, he will definitely come back here."

There are many crises here, and there is the center of the biggest storm.

There are even people who are involved in it and who he values.

Whether it's Ning Cheng, Shang Lang, or those brothers who grew up together...

The two master and apprentice were silent, when suddenly, a figure flew past on the distant ridge, walking at an astonishing speed.

After running closer, he could clearly see the blood on the man's body, describing it as a mess.

It was Zhao Ting'an who had lost an arm.

There were also bloodstains on his face, and he turned and knelt down towards Yuan Qinghang and Ji Banxia, ​​with a sad and indignant voice: "The right protector, little master, just now a gathering place of demon cultivators was washed by Xianzong's blood!"

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback: "What? They offended the people of Xianmen?"

Both cultivating demons and cultivating immortals have some casual cultivators who do not practice sects and practice alone.The advantage is that it is free and undisciplined, and the disadvantage is that it lacks resources and it is difficult to form a systematic inheritance.

It is also because of this that it is more difficult for casual cultivators to have large forces, and when hatred comes, they are also easy to be attacked and killed.

At that time, Yuan Zuoyi couldn't see that the Demon Sect was going its own way and suffered heavy losses in the resource competition, so he took the initiative to gather many casual cultivators in the Demon Sect's territory and give him protection.

He cultivated against the sky and was arrogant and unruly. Such behavior naturally led to the gradual growth of the Demon Sect. Coupled with the threat of the Broken Gold Art, it finally led to the incompatibility between the immortal and the demon, and finally a bloody battle broke out.

But no matter what, it is unreasonable to attack a casual cultivator without fault for no reason!

Zhao Tingan shook his head vigorously, his body was on the verge of falling: "No, those casual cultivators just live close to each other and have never participated in the recent battle between the two sides. There are many old and weak women and children among them."

Ji Banxia's body pressure suddenly increased, and the gray robe suddenly bulged: "Who did it?"

Zhao Tingan said painfully: "That old thief from Shangyuan came alone late at night, saying that there are people practicing ghosts and evil ways, and that the disappearance of golden cores and the withering of spiritual veins in the retreat room on the top of Qianzhong Mountain are all caused by this kind of sorcery!"

Ji Banxia was furious: "Fart! Where is the way of ghosts like this?"

Yuan Qinghang was frightened and anxious again: "How is the damage?!"

Tears welled up in Zhao Ting'an's eyes: "He killed more than a dozen people on the spot, and finally took away the three demon cultivators with the highest cultivation, saying that they will be arrested and sentenced to Qianzhong Mountain for public interrogation."

Ji Banxia's face was livid, and as soon as she jerked her body, she wanted to turn around and run.

Yuan Qinghang had quick hands and quick eyes, and grabbed him: "Uncle Ji, don't act recklessly, be careful of falling into the trap of the old thief!"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "Save a few people, and I won't fall before."

Yuan Qinghang said eagerly: "It's not difficult to save these few. If he fails to achieve his goal, he will definitely continue to kill and arrest."

"Then don't care?"

Yuan Qinghang's thoughts changed sharply, and he lightly tapped his palm with the white jade and black gold fan in his hand, and hurriedly said: "Of course we have to save, but we must be fully prepared."

He gritted his teeth: "I originally wanted to take pictures slowly, but now I can't wait. Tonight I will find a few groups of people."

……

Outside the Yingbin Yashe where Haiqingmen is located, in a small bamboo forest, two young men and women sat facing each other, unhappy.

The girl in the apricot shirt had bright eyes, her skin was shining under the moonlight, and she pouted and said angrily, "I said there is something wrong with the Sky Sect, but Daddy never listened. Now I'm leaving!"

The square face of the young man on the opposite side, with handsome brows, also had a sad expression on his face.

"My father, too, has become more and more restless these days, but he doesn't want to say more."

In the past, the immortal sects were only divided into big and small sects, strong and weak, and when encountering injustice, all the sects could still argue with reason, but now everything is guided by the sky sect, which is too aggrieved and weird.

Chang Yuan'er sighed: "My father has warned me again and again not to speak out for the Mozong, and be careful to speak out and cause trouble for the family."

Li Ji's face darkened a little, and he said in a low voice, "He's already dead...it doesn't seem to make any sense to speak for him."

Chang Yuan'er's eyes turned red, and she raised her hand to wipe her eyes: "But no one will remember his grievances after he died, isn't it more pitiful? My father suddenly said the day before yesterday, now it seems that those people in the retreat room of Qianzhong Mountain, It's really strange to die."

Li Ji smiled wryly: "What's the use? Everyone was killed by Shang Yuan, and now I feel that he may have been wronged. Can it bring people back to life?"

As soon as the words were finished, behind the bamboo forest behind the two of them, a clear voice "puchi" chuckled.

"The Demon Sect has many tricks, and it is not difficult to come back from the dead."

The two jumped up at the same time, Chang Yuan'er was already playing with the soft whip "Caichun" in her hand, and she shook sharply at this moment, and rushed to the place where the sound came from: "Who is sneaking!"

The soft whip of Caichun flashed silver light, and swung it into the darkness, but the next moment, the whip stopped suddenly, and stopped straight in the air.

It seemed that he suddenly encountered something strange, and he seemed very happy.

Under the moonlight, a young man gently pinched the tail of "Caichun" with his fingers, and stood up from the green bamboo leaves.

His eyebrows are picturesque, his eyes are like stars, and a golden ring in his hair is simple, reflecting the cold moonlight.

"Miss Chang, brother Li." He said with a smile, "yin and yang are separated, thanks to my thoughts, the dead have come to visit you."