Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang remained silent.

From today onwards, that spotless person will finally have blood on his hands and kill the souls of the dead with his sword?

Shuang Jiang looked at him carefully: "Young Master, are you unhappy?"

Yuan Qinghang was sullen: "...Did Ying Huijian kill anyone back then?"

Shuang Jiang was taken aback: "Except for piercing the Yuan Sect Master with a sword, it is true that he has neither harmed anyone from the Mo Sect, nor has he killed any fellow Immortal Sect."

Yuan Qinghang said sadly: "Yes, I only saved people."

Even the scar-faced monk I met in the inn when I was a child said that when Yuan Zuoyi's demon knife Zhanhong was rampantly killing them, it was Ning Wanfeng who came to the west with a sword, took Yuan Zuoyi's knife and rescued them.

So when Ning Duo finally decided to kill that person with Yinghui Sword, how did he feel?

Shuangjiang pouted, and said in a low voice: "As long as you deserve to die, kill it, what is there to look forward to? Ning Xiaoxian is not a pedantic person, and the young master doesn't have to be so distressed."

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a while, and finally smiled slightly: "You are right. After all, it is his own decision."

With such a chaos of immortals and demons, who can stay out of it and take care of themselves?

The two walked forward in silence, Yuan Qinghang came to Mu's elegant house, skillfully bypassed the patrolling guards, and sneaked under Mu Qinghui's window familiarly.

He knocked on the window lattice according to the agreed signal, and soon, when the window opened, Mu Qinghui's face was revealed.

When he saw Li Qinghong on Yuan Qinghang's back, he was shocked: "What's going on?"

Yuan Qinghang put Li Qinghong on his bed, said: "He went to kill Chen Feng, but I stopped him."

Mu Qinghui was dumbfounded, and said with a wry smile, "...that seems like something he would do."

Yuan Qing Hang said: "How is Master Mu Gu?"

Mu Qinghui's expression darkened: "The injury was not healed at first, but today he fought against Chen Feng and used his strength again. The situation is not very good. But it will take care of it slowly, and there is no danger of life."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Your Mu family has a lot of panacea, so I won't go to see him."

Mu Qinghui knew his purpose, turned around and said, "Follow me."

The two quickly arrived in a remote wing at the back.

Open the door and enter, there are a lot of pill furnaces and Yaoding, and there are many commonly used herbs.

In the corner, there were a few people tied up. They were the demon cultivators rescued from Shang Yuan by Mu Qinghui. They were being fed for some reason, and they were falling asleep.

Mu Qinghui said softly: "Do you want to let them go now?"

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a while: "No way. Shang Yuan is very suspicious, and I'm afraid he will send someone to check."

If they ran away, the Mu family should report it immediately. If Shang Yuan sent people to hunt him down, he would hide in Tibet and not escape the big formation of Fengshan, and he would be caught again sooner or later.

Mu Qinghui frowned: "Then what do you want?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Stay here first, you pretend to take them to test the medicine, but it's safe."

He squatted down, brushed away the bloody scars on the wrists of several people, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master Muxian."

Under those horrific wounds, the tendons and veins seemed to be severed, but in fact they were all cleverly left half connected. Except for the master doctor with exquisite medical skills, no one could grasp it so accurately.

Mu Qinghui shook his head: "It's a little effort."

An extremely thin silver needle appeared in Yuan Qinghang's hand, with an extremely thin silk thread at the end, and lifted the wrist of one of them.

Shuang Jiang quickly took out a huge pearl beside him to help him illuminate it.

In the light of the Yingying pearl, Yuan Qinghang carefully picked up the unbroken meridian and continued it little by little.

The spiritual power was poured into the silver needle, repairing the damaged meridians and blood vessels, and guiding the master's own scattered spiritual power to gather little by little.

Mu Qinghui watched from the side, secretly surprised.

When Yuan Qinghang instructed him like this, he admitted frankly that he could fake such an injury, but he was not sure of recovering from the original one.

Now I saw with my own eyes that the technique of this young man from the Demon Sect was surprisingly easy to handle, even more subtle and skillful than when he stripped the scheming talisman from the Gu carving during the Medicine Sect Grand Competition.

Yuan Qinghang concentrated on reconnecting all the residual veins of the hands and feet of the three demon cultivators one by one, and then lightly patted the foreheads of several people.

The three of them groaned softly and woke up one by one.

Looking up and seeing Mu Qinghui and Yuan Qinghang in front of them, there was extreme hatred in their eyes.

One of them hissed, "Kill us if you have the guts. Otherwise, you'll turn into ghosts and devour your flesh and blood..."

Yuan Qinghang lightly pressed his pulse door, a surge of spiritual power rushed in, and said softly: "I can't die."

Feeling the spiritual power of the meridians re-circulating freely, that person was stunned for a moment, both surprised and angry: "You, you..."

Could it be that these Xianzong medical practitioners really used some medicine to renew the broken pulse, and then broke it again, repeatedly testing?

Yuan Qinghang wiped his face lightly, and took off the exquisite mask: "It's me, Mozong Yuan Qinghang."

A few people stared at him blankly, and suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Young master?"

These people are all casual cultivators, and they are usually not under the control of the left and right guardians. They have met Yuan Qinghang a few times from a distance, but when they suddenly saw each other, they seemed to see hope, more like seeing relatives.

One of the young men moved his hands and feet, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Is the young master here to take risks and save us? Thank you, young master, for your kindness!"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Master Muxian is your benefactor. If it weren't for his help, no matter how good my medical skills are, I would not be able to save you from that old thief Shang Yuan."

The few people looked at each other, struggled to get up, cupped their hands to Mu Qinghui and said: "Thank you Shen Nong Gu for your kindness. If you have a chance in the future, you will definitely repay it."

Yuan Qinghang also took out a bottle of similar plaster and gave them out: "It's safest for you to hide in Mu's house now. Remember to apply this on your face. Be sure to cooperate with Mu Xian's growth and pretend to be seriously injured."

Several demon cultivators glanced at each other, gritted their teeth and said bitterly: "Just go out and fight to the death, there is nothing you dare not."

Yuan Qinghang smiled slightly: "I know you are not afraid of death, but death must be worth it, let alone implicate the wood fairy."

He handed out another bottle of elixir, and said in a warm voice: "Heal your wounds first, and I will never stop you when you need to let go of the bloody battle."

All the demon cultivators bowed down in unison: "But according to the young master's order, I will wait for the others. From today onwards, my life will be yours, young master."

Coming out of the pharmacy, Yuan Qinghang said goodbye to Mu Qinghui.

It was already late at night outside, and Shuang Jiang followed him step by step, saying: "Where is the young master going? You have been thinking so hard all day, why don't you go and rest early?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at her: "Go and rest, I have to go around, so you don't need to follow."

Shuang Jiang stared at him, and said angrily, "Where are you going? I can guess where the young master is going with my toes!"

Yuan Qinghang rubbed his nose, smiled guiltyly and said, "Sister Shuangjiang is so powerful. Others are Huizhi Lanxin, and Sister Shuangjiang has just opened her toes."

Shuang Jiang laughed back angrily: "It's all right to save Chen Feng, what does it matter to us whether Yu Wenhan is dead or alive? They are afraid that they will wish you, young master, to die!"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "They want me to die, so I will die? Isn't this a good life?"

Shuang Jiang was in a hurry: "These bastards of Xianzong are stupid and unpredictable, young master, you carefully saved them, and you were assassinated by them."

Yuanqing Hangfei stood up, waved his hands silently to Shuangjiang, and whispered: "It's not so easy to hurt me, it's fine if I don't hurt anyone!"

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Inside the residence of Yuwen's family, it was desolate.

Most of the family members were taken to Shang Yuan by Yu Wenli, and there were only a few people left, and they all fell asleep in the middle of the night.

Outside Yu Wenhan's room, there was no one there, only a powerful defensive formation faintly glowing.

The one-eyed old servant stood by Yu Wenhan's bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep silently.

In the silent night, there seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing in front of the door.

His eyelids trembled, and he opened them suddenly.

With a flash in front of his eyes, a figure stood quietly in front of Yu Wenhan's bed.

The one-eyed old servant was terrified, and turned his head to look at the door—the defensive formation was set up by him himself. Looking at the entire Shuzong, I am afraid that few people can break through it without a sound. How did this young man get in?

He waved his palm: "Who are you and what are you going to do?"

The young man swayed lightly, dodged his attack, turned his head and said: "Come and see the old man."

He just took off his mask in front of a few demon cultivators. Looking back this time, his face was as bright as a bright glow under the moonlight, and his eyes were clever and cunning.

The one-eyed old servant suddenly opened his eyes wide, terrified: "You...you are not dead!"

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "Yeah, very disappointed?"

The old servant's one eye was radiant: "Aren't you afraid that I will call someone?"

Yuan Qinghang said strangely: "You don't always think that I came late at night just to be surrounded and killed?"

The one-eyed old servant moved silently, holding a talisman secretly in his hand: "Want to confirm whether our suzerain is dead or not?"

Yuan Qinghang glanced at his hand lightly: "I advise you not to plot against me, it's useless."

He looked at Yu Wenhan who was extremely haggard again: "The master of Baicao Hall is dead, and the Mu family can't take care of themselves now. The remaining small medical sects are also afraid of Shang Yuan's wrath, so the old man's injury has not received a decent diagnosis and treatment at all, right? "Thousands of thousands

The muscles on the face of the one-eyed old servant trembled slightly, and he said calmly, "So you came to see the Yuwen family's joke?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head, his body swayed suddenly, and he teleported to Yu Wenhan's bed, grabbing his veins.

The one-eyed old servant was extremely frightened and furious. With a roar, he wanted to rush over: "Let go of our suzerain!"

Yuan Qinghang blocked it with a backhand, and the white jade and black gold fan opened abruptly, stopping him: "Old man, wake up. I have a hundred ways to kill you while you are just dozing off."

A surge of spiritual pressure burst out from his fan, carrying a mysterious ancient aura, and the old servant was forced to tighten his body, unable to move any more.

Yuan Qinghang clapped his palm quickly and pressed it on Yu Wenhan's heart: "Look, if I want to harm him, he will die an ugly death immediately."

The one-eyed old servant was startled and frightened, seeing Yu Wenhan being restrained by him, he didn't dare to move any more, and said in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Yuan Qinghang pressed Yu Wenhan with one hand, took out a pill with the other hand, stuffed it into Yu Wenhan's mouth unceremoniously, and said with a smile, "Guess what?"

Following the jokes in his mouth, he didn't stop his hands, and the silver needle in his hand suddenly appeared, and it was stabbed in Yu Wenhan's heart.

No matter how suspicious the one-eyed old servant was, he also saw the clue at this moment, his body froze, and he froze in place.

Yuan Qinghang no longer looked at him, turned around, showed his back unsuspectingly, and began to perform acupuncture treatment wholeheartedly.

After a long time, Yu Wenhan's pale complexion finally got better, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his drowsy eyes, looking at the blurred figure in front of him, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.

"Muyun...is Muyun you?"

Yuan Qinghang was startled: "Huh?"

Yu Wenhan was drowsy, and grabbed his white wrist: "For so many years, you didn't come to see dad, and you rarely even dreamed."

His voice was stern: "Are you still resenting me for not allowing your marriage, making it hard for you to return home, and finally dying outside?"

Yuan Qinghang's wrist was so painful from his grasp that he was almost pinched, and hurriedly said in a harmonious voice: "Senior Yuwen, I am not your son."

But Yu Wenhan didn't let go, his eyes gradually became sad and unbearable: "Daddy regretted it a long time ago, but because of face, he didn't want to ask you to come back first. You unfilial son... don't you know how to beg me again?"

The one-eyed old servant took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Sovereign, you have misunderstood the person. Please look carefully, this is an irrelevant outsider."

Yu Wenhan's body trembled slightly, and his muddy eyes finally became clearer.

He stared blankly at the bright-eyed and white-toothed young man in front of him, trying his best to distinguish the familiar features from his memory.

After a long time, he slowly let go of his hand: "It's you...it's great that you didn't die."

For some reason, looking at his disappointed and sad eyes, Yuan Qinghang felt unspeakable sadness in his heart.

He put down a bottle of medicine by the bedside, and said softly: "Senior, your viscera have shifted, and I just helped you return it to its place. Next, remember to use this medicine to consolidate it for a few days."

Yu Wenhan's heart was broken by Shang Yuan's palm. Fortunately, he had a deep cultivation and used a secret technique to protect himself at the last moment, so he would not die on the spot.

It's just that the diagnosis and treatment of this injury is extremely difficult. If he didn't come here tonight, relying on ordinary medical repair methods would definitely leave a huge hidden danger, and Yu Wenhan's cultivation base might be damaged by more than half.

Yu Wenhan closed his eyes, and whispered in pain: "Our Yuwen family insisted to the outside world that you framed Li'er and hoped to put you to death."

Yuan Qinghang stood up and smiled slightly: "But I am still alive, so it can be seen that there is justice in this world."

His tone was relaxed, but vaguely proud.He bowed to Yu Wenhan and turned his head away.

As soon as he walked to the door, Yu Wenhan suddenly hissed behind him: "You don't hate our Yuwen family, it's already good...why did you come here to save me?"

Yuan Qinghang paused, didn't look back, thought for a while, and said: "I haven't had any elders by my side since I was a child, and I'm always very envious when I see other people's grandpas and grandchildren enjoying themselves happily. Just think of falling in love with you, the old man, and do whatever you want." Be good."