Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Among the guests at the next table, there was a table farther away, and a young disciple lowered his voice: "The suzerain of the Sky Sect is clearly named Shang, why is the most popular disciple named Ning?"

The person next to him looked like his senior brother, and said in a low voice: "There are thousands of families in the Xianzong sect, and each family has different rules. Look at the Shennonggu Mu family over there, all the disciples have changed their surname to Mu, but they are not related by blood. Outer sect disciples are actually doing odd jobs."

He pointed to the upper floor: "Sect Master Shang of the Cangqiong Sect allows disciples who are not from the same family to keep their original surnames, but they are treated the same as those from the same family when teaching spiritual methods."

"Oh, it's no wonder that after Sect Master Shang retreated, it was Ning Xianchang, a foreign surname, who took care of the sect's affairs."

A table away, someone from an unknown sect poked his head over in a mysterious way: "Except for Ning Xianchang, there is no one else in the Cang Qiong sect who can take on this burden."

"How to say?"

"There is no one in the sect. Ning Wanfeng, the most outstanding genius disciple back then, defected from the sect and even killed a fellow junior. Sect Master Shang's only son was also killed by him, and he has been ill ever since."

The speaker pointed at Shang Lang over there: "That young master Shang just now was still thinking about finding medicine for his disabled father, wasn't he?"

Xiao Er added a few animal oil lamps and brought them up. The hall was full of shadows, and the people who spoke did not dare to speak loudly. Even the spirit beasts beside them stopped whimpering and lay obediently at the feet of their masters.

Yuan Qinghang pricked up his ears, listening attentively to the gossip around him.Beside him, Mu Xiaoqi also listened silently.

Someone couldn't help asking: "Sect Master Shang's only son has such a high level of cultivation, how could he be harmed so badly by his junior brother Ning Wanfeng?"

"You don't even know about this? It was known all over the world." Someone rushed to answer, "Let me ask you, if your enemies and opponents wanted to harm you, what would you do?"

"Naturally, be cautious and be on guard day and night."

"But what if the person who hurt you is the person closest to you?"

The person opposite him shook his head quickly: "Then who would have thought of that?"

"That's right! It was his junior brother, Ning Wanfeng, the most respected disciple in the sect, who killed him. He grew up together. Who can prevent this?" The speaker slapped his thigh, full of indignation.

The lobby was quiet for a while, the lanterns occasionally "cracked" a few times, and the broken bamboo leaves outside the window rustled.

Someone sighed sadly: "Speaking of which, Ning Wanfeng is a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius. Anyone who has seen him would not praise him for his celestial posture, as bright as a bright moon. But who knew he was so malicious?"

"Sect Master Shang picked him up from the people since he was a child, taught him sword skills carefully, and expected him more than his own son. This is really..."

Someone let out a "hey hey" and said meaningfully: "Could it be that he expected too much, which caused him to have thoughts that he shouldn't have? He thought that if he killed his senior brother by poisoning, he would be able to rise to the position and inherit the position of the head. Tsk tsk."

"What is this? Later, his evil intentions were exposed, and he killed another junior in an attempt to cover up his crime. Sect Master Shang was also soft-hearted, and still couldn't bear to kill him. He just destroyed his golden core and expelled him from the sect, but he turned around. Immediately, he joined the Demon Sect and was in cahoots with that big devil Yuan Zuoyi, which is despicable."

Some people shook their heads repeatedly: "In the end, I didn't get it with the Demon Sect. It was because I was killed by that demon Yuan Zuoyi."

"That's right, seeking skin from a tiger, what good will come of it?"

Everyone chattered, all of them were indignant, suddenly, only a child's crisp voice was heard: "Since he joined the Demon Sect, why was he killed?"

It was Yuan Qinghang who was sitting on the side, looking at him curiously with a pair of dark eyes.

The gossiper over there hesitated for a moment, seeing his cute, harmless and innocent appearance, and someone replied: "Because he killed the head of the Demon Sect again! Back then when the immortal sects of various families besieged and suppressed the Demon Sect, he severely injured Yuan Zuo with a sword." I mean, that’s what countless people have seen with their own eyes.”

Yuan Qinghang raised his eyebrows: "That's even more wrong. Since he seriously injured Yuan Zuoyi, it means that he has a rift with the Mozong, so how can you say they are colluding?"

The person who spoke was stunned: "It's not obvious that the two villains were like each other at first, but later they turned against each other."

In the corner of the lobby, a hoarse voice suddenly said, "What's so obvious? I don't think so."

It was an elderly monk, sitting alone on a small table, with a huge scar on his face, running from his forehead to his entire face, which looked particularly terrifying under the light.

He slowly wiped a short knife in his hand, and said quietly: "Although Immortal Chief Ning committed himself to the Demon Sect, he did not kill the old acquaintances of the Immortal Sect with him. It is nonsense to say that he is in collusion with the big devil. "

The battle between immortals and demons a few years ago was not short. From the first attack on the enchantment of the demon sect, to the end when all the masters of the immortal sect fought together to break through the great formation of the demon sect's mountain guard and jointly killed Yuan Zuoyi. half a year.

There were countless casualties in the war, and it involved a lot, but for some reason, many suzerains who participated in the war rarely mentioned it afterwards, and many details were not made public.

When Brother Scar said this, many people were a little skeptical: "A villain like Ning Wanfeng, who defected from the sect and defected to the Demon Sect, how did you know that he never harmed anyone from the Immortal Sect?"

The monk sneered: "How do I know? Because of the encirclement and suppression battle, I was on the spot. The scar on my face was caused by that Yuan Zuoyi's knife."

Diagonally across from him was a small table, also sitting a lone monk, his face hidden in the shadows, pouring himself a glass of wine.

Hearing what the scar-faced monk said, he suddenly raised his head and glanced this way.

Yuan Qinghang and Mu Xiaoqi were facing his table, and when the burning eyes came, both of them were startled suddenly.

Yuan Qinghang quietly leaned into Mu Xiaoqi's ear: "That person..."

Mu Xiaoqi nodded: "Very powerful."

His foundation building cultivation was higher than Yuan Qinghang's, so he naturally caught the murderous aura just now, and his muscles tensed involuntarily.

The scar-faced cultivator turned his back to that side, didn't notice at all, and just touched his own face.

Although it has been many years, the lingering fear in his eyes still seems to be still lingering: "No, it can't be counted as being chopped by him. The aftermath of the demon knife 'Zhanhong' is enough to break us into pieces a few meters away. If it wasn't for Ning Wan Fengxian coming to the west with a long sword and desperately stopping it, several of us would have died long ago."

Someone nearby whispered: "Is that 'Zhanhong' really so cruel?"

The scar-faced monk snorted coldly: "It's so cruel that you can pee your pants just by looking at it."

An older and prudent monk sighed: "Before Ning Wanfeng fell into the devil's way, not only was she righteous in sword intent, she was also very good at rhythm. The flute beside her was called 'Suyue'. Speaking of which, she had a very good reputation."

A pretty female monk was sitting on the side. For some reason, her face was a little reddish, and she said softly: "Yes, I remember when I was young, I heard rumors from outside that the so-called 'silver blades out of their sheaths startled birds, and the moon blows through cold peaks' Han', that's Ning Xianchang."

Suddenly, someone muttered: "How can you believe these bragging words? Speaking of which, the big devil also had someone praise him, saying, 'The light breaks the rainbow, who is the sword, and the sound of the shakuhachi breaks the world'."

Yuan Qinghang was very curious: "Why, Yuan Zuoyi is good at playing shakuhachi?"

The man curled his lips: "There are such rumors. But few people have heard of it. It is estimated that people from the Demon Sect put gold on his face."

Yuan Qinghang clapped his hands: "Hey, then I know, these two people hit it off so well, it must be because they both like rhythm!"

The scar-faced cultivator said angrily: "You bastard with no hair, what do you know? Ning Xian is so beautiful, how can that big devil deserve to fall in love with him?"

Yuan Qinghang stuck out his tongue, smiled and stopped talking.

The scar-faced monk was still angry: "Hmph, if you take a look at Ning Xianchang from a distance, you will know that there is no person in the world who is more gentle and graceful than him."

It was inconvenient for everyone to refute, but they all thought in their hearts: "He has favored you, so naturally you speak for him."

Yuan Qinghang was not annoyed when he scolded him head on and covered his face, but he just chased after him and asked, "But why did he save you?"

The scar-faced cultivator rolled his eyes: "Then I don't know. I only know that some of our disciples of the Shuzong didn't know him before, but he saved our lives. I don't care what others say, but in my face I always want to refute him when he said that he harmed the disciples of the Immortal Sect."

Those who were able to participate in the encirclement and suppression war back then were more or less outstanding children of various families. Since this monk was able to participate in it and survived the head-to-head confrontation with Yuan Zuoyi, his cultivation level naturally far surpassed that of the people in this hall, let alone Dare to contradict him.

For a while, the hall fell into silence, and many people were terrified when they thought about what he said.

According to the rumors, Yuan Zuoyi, the lord of the Demon Sect, acted wickedly and recklessly, but he was amazingly talented and unparalleled in the world, but the rumors were rumors after all, and now that someone said it himself, it was even more shocking.

If such a big devil hadn't been slaughtered by all the celestial sect masters, he would have lived to this day, and he would still be in a bloodbath!

Yuan Qinghang never knew these old things, but now he heard it from someone else, and couldn't help feeling a little inexplicably fascinated.

With just one blow, he could kill many immortal sect masters several feet away. His uncle's ability is indeed worthy of being the master of a generation of demon sects.

And Ning Wanfeng who was able to block him alone, what a shocking demeanor that sword should be!

He suddenly thought of something again, frowned and said: "Hey, uncle, what you said is wrong."

The scar-faced monk squinted at him: "What?"

"Sect Master Shang thought about the relationship between master and apprentice in the past, so he didn't kill him, but he was expelled from the Cangqiong Sect because of the destruction of the golden core." Yuan Qinghang shook his head vigorously, "You said that once he has a sword, he can resist it. You have to stop Yuan Zuoyi with a shocking knife, isn't this nonsense?"

When he said that, the whole hall fell silent, and countless people stared at him with strange expressions.

Yuan Qinghang shrank his neck: "..."

what's the situation?Why do they all look like they saw a monster?

Mu Xiaoqi stared at him intently, with a surprised expression on his face: "You...don't you know the broken gold formula created by your uncle?"

As soon as these words came out, the people in the hall suddenly became quiet, as if they had heard the most terrifying and mysterious thing, no one dared to answer.

Yuan Qinghang secretly yelled badly in his heart.

The garbage system is deceiving people, how does he know such detailed settings.

What is this broken gold formula? Why do these people feel like they have seen a ghost when they hear it?

The scar-faced cultivator's face changed drastically, and he stared at Yuan Qinghang: "Your uncle?..."

Yuan Qinghang laughed dryly: "Hahaha, I actually forgot about this for a while. Yes, my uncle is really amazing."

The people around screamed, and several people who were close to their table even jumped up and dispersed one after another.

That's right, Yuan Zuoyi has a nephew who is still alive in the world, no wonder the people from the Cangqiong Sect used talisman shackles on this little devil as if facing a big enemy!

Yuan Qinghang just pretended not to see their fear: "Then how did Ning Wanfeng die later?"

The retreating monks came to their senses, seeing his childish face, couldn't help but feel a little ashamed by the embarrassment just now, and turned back and sat down embarrassingly.

Someone hesitated and said: "I heard that Yuan Zuoyi slaughtered and flogged the corpse, and there is no bone left?"

Everyone exclaimed: "Is it so cruel?"

At this moment, another strange voice rang out, the voice was hoarse: "Hehe, has anyone seen his body being humiliated? Ning Wanfeng deserves to die, but don't hold this shit in the hands of Sovereign Yuan!" body."

The person who said that Ning Wanfeng was murdered said angrily, "How do you know it's a shit pot? Also, what do you call that big devil?"

The man who spoke was dressed in gray, and slowly moved his face out of the shadow in the corner: "How do I know? Of course it's because I was also there."

That face was thin and pale like a zombie. When he spoke, the muscles on his face didn't move at all, only his mouth opened and closed, which looked very strange.

Everyone glanced over, feeling inexplicably apprehensive: Why is it so weird tonight, one or two are at the scene of that big battle?

Although Yuan Qinghang was a little hairy in his heart, he couldn't help being overwhelmed with curiosity: "Then uncle, tell me?"

The man faced him with a stiff and pale face, and said slowly: "What do you want to hear?"

Yuan Qinghang thought for a while: "That Immortal Ning seriously injured my uncle. Does my uncle have a good temper and can he be spared?"

The man in gray sneered: "That Ning Wanfeng died in the Mozong's cell. It is true that our Sect Master Yuan imprisoned him, but he died on the same day as him. How can we kill his corpse and flog him?" bone?"

Upstairs, in the spacious and exquisite Xuanhao guest room, the celadon teacup in Ning Cheng's hand suddenly shattered into powder with a "bang".

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Downstairs, as soon as the gray-clothed man said this, all the monks of the Immortal Sect around them shouted in fright and anger. They drew out their weapons and yelled in unison: "You are a monster from the Demon Sect? How dare you show up here, how bold you are! "

The man didn't seem to notice the sharp swordsmen around him, but he waved to Yuan Qinghang: "Good boy, come to my side."

Yuan Qinghang pointed to his feet: "Uncle, it's not very convenient."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if with a strange magic power: "Just come here, I promise you will be fine."

Yuan Qinghang blinked, actually got up and walked towards him.

As he walked, he smiled and said, "Uncle, who are you? Do you know my uncle?"

Almost at the same moment, a sharp sword intent in the air passed through the second floor and slashed towards this side.

Ning Cheng's sword!