Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

On the hillside of the main peak where the Cang Qiong Sect sits, around a dilapidated small courtyard that has been abandoned for a long time, the guards are heavily guarded.

Several gatekeepers of Tantai's family stood guard outside, and at the gate of the courtyard, a faint prison formation stood in front of them, with murderous intentions fully revealed.

Two young disciples stood under the tree, looking at the fortified courtyard, one of them whispered: "I heard that no big fish was caught?"

His senior brother shook his head: "Not necessarily. I heard that the head of Ning got some secret information from somewhere, and arrested many important children of various families. For example, the illegitimate son of the owner of the Chiyuan Valley who was outside was not even a child. Those who did not admit it to the outside world were all arrested by him.”

The man was taken aback: "Is it so powerful? It's strange to say that the head of Ning has always had a good reputation before, but this time he is extremely vicious, helping Shang Yuan..."

Speaking of this name, he was also a little frightened, looked around quietly, and said: "Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing so many bad things?"

His senior brother sighed sadly: "Shang Yuan is cruel, who would spare his life? He is also the acting head of the Cang Qiong sect, so of course he can only listen to his master. Our Tantai family used to be a righteous immortal family, but now it is not... "

Both of them didn't dare to say any more, thinking of Tantai Minghao, their patriarch, becoming more and more brutal, they were both dazed and afraid.

After a long while, one person murmured: "The world is so chaotic, let's take a step at a time. It's a big deal not to practice this kind of Laoshizi fairy way, and sneak back to the secular world, open a shop, marry a woman, and be a mortal for a lifetime with peace of mind."

His senior brother cheered up: "Save your life first! You have to be careful to do what the Cangqiong faction ordered, and don't get caught in the wrong place."

In the small courtyard, several wing rooms were violently opened up and temporarily turned into a large prison cell, which was extremely crowded and locked up dozens of people.

The door was sealed with talismans, and the door was filled with remnants and defeated generals.

Most of them are young disciples, and there are even a few young masters in their teens.They were wearing brocade clothes and jade robes, and the accessories they wore were also very luxurious, but when you looked closely at everyone's faces, they were all covered with blood, and their feet were still chained with spiritual shackles, making them miserable.

It's just that the atmosphere in this room is extremely strange.

Half of the people huddled in the corner, looking at the dozen or so people facing each other with trepidation, and someone boldly asked in a trembling voice, "You, who are you?"

He was fine at home, but was suddenly arrested by the people from the Cangqiong faction, saying that he should go to the Cangqiong faction to Pan Heng for a few days. If he refused, he would be violently suppressed and taken away directly.

Once here, he was imprisoned tightly without seeing the light of day, and no one came to explain.

Just as I was terrified, in the middle of the night, a dozen people suddenly appeared in the crowded room!

All of them wore black veils, and their descriptions were strange. Could it be that they were going to execute them secretly? ...

Seeing that the dozen or so people had taken off their veils one after another, the young man in the lead, with bright eyes and brows, "shush" at them: "Everyone, keep your voice down, you're my own."

Some of the imprisoned Xian family disciples had sharp eyes and immediately recognized him: "Ah, it's you!..."

There were also people who didn't know him, but recognized the famous little immortals behind him. They were pleasantly surprised, and they also called out: "Mr. Mu, Mr. Li! Why are you here?"

Mu Jiarong said: "Don't call, we are here to save you."

Li Ji also hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't worry, don't be afraid, we will follow Young Master Yuan Xiao and rescue everyone first."

The Demon Sect has always had people sending messages outside. These immortal disciples were captured by Ning Cheng all the way, and the news had already reached Yuan Qinghang's ears.

Originally, he wanted to come to rescue people on the eve of the war, but there was an accident last night, and he didn't want to bother with the crowd. He wanted to come alone, but unexpectedly he brought a group of people.

The young disciples who were arrested were both surprised and happy, and hurriedly gathered around: "Ah! That's great, quickly unshackle, let's break out!"

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a while, and said sincerely: "You little immortals, we have a plan, and we need some people to stay and help. But this matter is quite dangerous, and we can't force it."

Those young disciples were stunned: "Oh, please tell me, Young Master Yuan."

Yuan Qinghang explained the plan one by one in a concise manner, saying: "We only have more than a dozen people here, and we can only replace the same number of people. If you all want to leave, the number of people will not match, and this plan will only die. .”

A group of imprisoned young disciples looked at each other and struggled hesitantly.

Someone whispered: "Young Master Yuan, Young Master Mu, are you... all going to take risks yourself? I heard that Shang Yuan's cultivation is terrifying, and it's hard to get close at all."

Yuan Qinghang said: "On the way we came, we have already made a decision. Of course, if everyone is afraid, we all understand. At worst, this plan will be invalidated, and we will think of other ways."

In the crowd, a young man finally gritted his teeth and said, "I'll stay. My father and my uncle are in the formation. If I can save them, I'm willing to help."

A young man in a purple robe beside him had red eyes, and he also clenched his fists and said, "I am willing too! When the Sky Sect arrested me, my mother came up to fight her life and was injured. Now I don't know how her injury is. If I don't take revenge, What kind of man is he?"

More and more people plucked up their courage and said, "If there is still a shortage of people, I can do it too."

Yuan Qinghang took a deep breath: "I will do my best to ensure everyone's safety. But soldiers have no eyes, and no one can guarantee that everyone will retreat safely. Everyone should think about it."

Someone said unconvinced: "Mr. Mu is so young, and he is a medical practitioner. He dares to do so. As sword cultivators, what do we have to be afraid of?"

"right!……"

Yuan Qinghang silently counted the number of people in his heart, and finally calmed down: "Okay, then everyone will listen to me."

He ordered a dozen people out of the crowd, all of whom were younger and weaker, and said softly: "You don't have to fight to stay, I will send you away right now."

He took out more than a dozen teleportation charms that he had already prepared, and distributed them one by one: "After going out, our people will pick up the teleportation point outside, leave here immediately, and go as far as possible."

The dozen or so teenagers hesitated for a while, but they were no match for the persuasion of the people next to them. Finally, with red eyes, they threw talismans one by one and disappeared from the room.

The rest of the people gathered around Yuan Qinghang: "Young Master Yuan Xiao, what should we do next?"

Yuan Qinghang called everyone to sit on the ground, found a lot of things from the storage bag, and distributed them one by one: "This is a defensive talisman. When you do it, stick it all to your body. It can prevent as much as you can."

Then he took out another kind of extremely small talisman, and pinned it to the collar of a young man beside him: "Squeeze this at the last moment, and it can always be teleported for several miles. Even if Shang Yuan's coercion is terrifying, at least it can be removed A few feet away."

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out another stack of talisman seals like a magic trick: "If you use this one again, the effect will be doubled."

Li Ji is also a disciple of the Shuzong, and several masters of the Shuzong took a look at the talisman, and they all took a breath of air.

"Brother Yuan, forgive me for asking, is your Demon Sect really so rich?"

The things that are taken out here are all amazingly powerful, not to mention expensive and precious materials, and the production process is also extremely energy-intensive.

It is worth a lot of money to get it for sale in the market, and there is even a price without a market.

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "It's not my generosity, it's all a gift from Mr. Yuwen. Everyone should thank you, and you should also thank Mr. Yuwen."

Everyone was silent, and Mu Jiarong said bitterly: "Although the old man is righteous, it is not enough to make up for the scum in the family."

Everyone knew who he was talking about, and everyone gritted their teeth. Yuan Qinghang waved his hand: "Don't mention others. Let's continue."

He took another straw stick, stroked the ground casually, and drew a figure: "Next, you have to remember well how to do it and how to set up the formation. Everything should be obeyed by me. Don't be impulsive, and don't be impulsive. I can't hold my breath..."

While talking, suddenly there was a slight noise outside.

Yuan Qinghang listened carefully, and hurriedly called out in a low voice: "Lie down, lie down, someone is coming!"

The teenagers were startled, they dispersed in a hurry, and lay on the ground in a mess, pretending to be asleep.

With a wave of his palm, Yuan Qinghang temporarily added a layer of rough disguise charms to the faces of the dozen or so people he brought, and fell asleep holding his breath.

The door shook for a while, and suddenly, there was a cracking sound, and a sword light pierced the air to open the sealing talisman on the door.

A figure in white rushed into the door, with a bright flame in his hand, and with sword energy, he whispered to everyone in the room: "Get up, follow me!..."

Everyone who pretended to be asleep was dumbfounded. They could only get up and pretend to be in a daze. Someone recognized the person at a glance and called out: "Shang, Mr. Shang?"

The visitor is tall and healthy, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but his cheeks are much thinner than before, who is it if he is not Shang Lang?

With an irritable expression, he quickly pulled out a large pile of swords from the storage bag in his arms.Said in a deep voice: "Take it, follow me out, I will take you to escape by taking the path!"

Seeing that everyone was motionless, his face darkened slightly: "Why do you think that I am a member of the Cangqiong faction and will harm you?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed slightly in his heart, lowered his head halfway, changed his voice, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Shang, thank you for your kindness. But our parents and elders are all in the formation, we don't want to leave..."

There is a simple disguise talisman on his face, and the light in the room is dim. Shang Lang didn't notice any abnormalities at all, so he couldn't help becoming irritable, and sneered: "Stay here to die, or send hostages? When the time comes, I will catch you and chop off your hands before the battle." Gouging out your eyes and telling your fathers and elders to surrender and go out, that would really be a family reunion, living and dying together."

He is usually bright and enthusiastic, with a sunny smile, and he rarely even speaks harshly to people, but now he speaks so sharply and meanly, which is completely different from the past.

Li Qinghong was always like a zombie along the way, not even talking to anyone, but now standing beside Yuan Qinghang, he moved slightly.

He raised his head in a daze, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar face in front of him, and finally said with a hoarse voice, "You, your injury..."

Hearing his question, Shang Lang knew that the fact that he was seriously injured by his grandfather had long been known to the world, and he became even more irritable and angry, and said impatiently, "What's none of your business?!"

Seeing that these people remained motionless, he said angrily, "If you don't want to burden your family, just follow me. Otherwise, stay and die!"

He turned around and walked out with big strides, but suddenly he felt a pain in the back of his neck, his body wobbled, and he fell down immediately.

Yuan Qinghang caught him casually, and pushed it to Li Qinghong: "Come on, I'll leave it to you, you can feed him some medicine and tell him to sleep for a while."

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone stretched his head to look outside and muttered: "The guards outside seem to have been knocked out by Mr. Shang."

Yuan Qinghang shook his head with a headache, and called everyone to sit down again: "Sit down and continue the meeting."

A young man sat down next to him, and graciously helped him brush off the debris on the floor: "Young Master Yuan, what is a meeting?"

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

A large group of people were discussing heatedly in the room, and in the corner, Li Qinghong sat on the ground blankly, staring blankly at the sleeping Shang Lang in front of him.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand in a trance, and put it on Shang Lang's wrist. After a while, he unbuttoned the front of his chest and took a look at the wound.

In the crowd, while Mu Jiarong was listening to Yuan Qinghang's words absently, he turned his head and quickly glanced over there with a gloomy expression.

It took a long time for Yuan Qinghang to arrange the details clearly one by one, and deduced all kinds of accidents that might happen, before laughing: "Okay, everyone, sleep for a while, and keep your spirits up, so that you can cope with the fierce battle."

All the teenagers agreed abruptly, dispersed quickly, and slept together.

Yuan Qinghang waited for the snoring around him to gradually start, and then quietly sat beside Li Qinghong, and drew a small soundproof array in the corner.

He looked down at Shang Lang who was drowsy and asleep, and asked in a low voice, "How is he?"

Li Qinghong looked up at him in a daze, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't speak.

Yuan Qinghang probably guessed his thoughts in his heart, couldn't help being sad, and said in a low voice: "It's not because you are going to save him that it caused Mu Guzhu..."

Li Qinghong closed his eyes, and hissed: "That's right."

He has not talked to people these days, and he is as silent as a zombie every day. Yuan Qinghang went to him several times, but he was relatively speechless and got no response. Speaking today is almost the first time since Mu Anyang's death. sentence.

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment, and patted his thin shoulder lightly: "No one can predict the result. As long as you have a clear conscience at the time, you don't have to fall into painful self-blame afterwards."

Li Qinghong lowered his head, his shoulders trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and whispered in despair: "If I had finished treating him and left earlier instead of staying there, if I had looked more carefully, I would have recognized Ning Cheng earlier... I won’t be arrested, and my father won’t die.”

His eyes were red, and tears dripped silently: "After I went back, I never called him dad... I always suspected that he was just guilty, and I thought he liked my younger brother more... But he was just so hurt by me." Dead, Jiarong was right, he said that sooner or later I would kill everyone in Shennong Valley..."

Yuan Qinghang cut off his words and said solemnly: "It's Shang Yuan and Ning Cheng who deserve to die, not you."

He pointed to the teenagers who were lying crookedly on the ground: "I made this decision today, and I don't know what the final result will be. If everything goes well. If someone I valued and cared about died because of it, I will Do you want to suffer and blame yourself for the rest of your life, or give up now?"

Li Qinghong listened blankly, not knowing if he had listened in his heart.

Yuan Qinghang's face was calm: "I won't. At most, I can only guarantee that I will rush to the front. If someone is attacked in front of me, I will do my best to save it, even if it costs my own life."

Li Qinghong slowly raised his head, his eyes gleamed with water.

Yuan Qinghang said word by word: "You didn't do anything wrong in this matter. If it was me, or if someone I cared about was lying there with unknown life or death, I would definitely try my best to save it. If I die, I will only hate the enemy, not myself."