Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The man in black stood still, shaking his head for a long time: "Women and children, what rare things? As long as you are strong enough, you can choose as many fairy sisters as you want, and how many children you want, isn't it arbitrary?"

Yu Wenli: "There are three thousand weak waters, I only take a scoop to drink."

The man in black seemed to be very helpless: "It's not your fault. I still got too little since I was a child. But it's okay, when I climb up and look far, and see a lot, I won't be so petty."

Yu Wenli said indifferently: "Senior, if you go overboard like this, we won't need to contact you anymore."

The man in black seemed to smile: "Okay, let's not talk about this. I'm here to find you, of course I have something important to do."

Yu Wenli said coldly: "Senior is so sneaky, his words and deeds are strange, I am afraid that I will be betrayed by you without knowing it."

The man in black said leisurely: "Just listen to the plan first. I think it's very good that Sect Leader Ning intends to promote the war between the two sides as soon as possible. Only in this way can we have room for maneuver."

Yu Wenli finally calmed down, remained silent for a while, and said, "What are you whirling about?"

The man in black smiled: "No matter which side they fall in the end, we will help them when they are weakest, so it will be more helpful."

Yu Wenli's fingers hung lightly in his sleeves, slowly stroking the docile puppet snake, feeling the coldness of the slippery snake, and said lightly: "What is there in Shangyuan that is worth falling over? Are we really going to become minions? Killer, help him hunt and catch people every day, and find him a stove?"

The man in black raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Yu Wenli said in a harmonious voice: "Let them fight to the end first, and the junior will kill Shang Yuan at the last moment, and the fairy gate will restore normal order. ?”

The man in black looked at him with a smile: "Young Master Yuwen really doesn't want much."

Yu Wenli's expression became more gentle, as if the little quarrel between the two just now had never existed at all: "That's natural, this junior is not greedy at all."

His mouth is friendly, but his eyes are extremely sharp: "Just what does Bai Tong Tang want? Until now, the purpose of the senior is very vague, which makes the junior very uneasy."

The man in black was silent for a moment, with a strange expression on his face: "We businessmen are only after wealth. Lingshi, treasures, rare medicines, and refining materials are all excellent things. Over the years, we and the Cangqiong faction The cooperation was very pleasant, and almost emptied the wealth of their entire sect."

Yu Wenli said indifferently: "So?"

The man in black said: "So from now on, with the support of our Bai Tong Tang's monstrous wealth, the Yuwen family will become the head of the fairy sect, and after monopolizing all kinds of wealth, Mr. Yuwen will divide our Bai Tong Tang a little bit, one bright and one dark Isn't it beautiful?"

Yu Wenli's eyes flickered: "Oh? Sect Master Ning has such a deep relationship with you, could there be something in your hands?"

The man in black suddenly laughed: "Don't worry, I didn't ask you to do anything outrageous, so you don't have to be afraid of what I might do to blackmail you. Master Ning, he's already crazy, so he's not afraid of blackmail."

Yu Wenli stood silently for a while, thought quickly, and finally said happily: "Senior is right. So how do we provoke the two sides to start a war now?"

The man in black said slowly: "I thought about it, there is a place called a treasure land of geomantic omen, after entering, there must be a bloody disaster. The most wonderful thing is that the head of Ning should also like it very much."

……

The sky was bright and the sun was slowly rising.

Yuan Qinghang woke up in a daze, and there was no one in the retreat room.

He got up and opened the stone gate, and there were already some young disciples practicing swords and meditating on the far side of the mountain, and it was very lively.

Seeing him coming out of the stone room from afar, many people had sharp eyes and rushed to greet him with swords: "Young Master Yuan, good morning! Are you feeling better?"

A young disciple dressed in medicine repair clothes ran over and handed over a medicine box in embarrassment: "My master ordered me to tell you that there is an exclusive elixir for bones in our sect. I heard that Young Master Yuan Xiao had a broken sternum." There are several, if you don’t mind, you can try a few pills.”

A disciple of Jianzong who was familiar with him laughed and said, "Oh, he is the No.1 in the Medicine Sect Dabi, what good medicine is there, and what broken bones won't continue?"

The little disciple of the Medicine Sect blushed: "You know what! There is a specialization in the arts, we have nothing else in Biyou Valley, and the Jinyu Gusui Pill is a first-class good thing."

Yuan Qinghang quickly took it over and said with a smile, "Thank you, thank you. I was just looking for some pills from Master Ling. Are there any more? A hundred pills are not too much, and ten pills or eight pills are not too little."

The little disciple was stunned and almost stuttered: "Yuan, Young Master Yuan, you are a knowledgeable person, the ingredients for this medicine are so rare, we have been saving them in Biyou Valley for eight years, and we only got ten pills in total..."

Yuan Qinghang said "ah": "Okay, a few are fine, help me to thank Master Ling. By the way, why don't you ask Master to give me the prescription, there are many materials in the Demon Sect, Shall we practice some ourselves?"

The little disciple choked violently, and couldn't resist his aggressive cheekiness: "Hold, I'm sorry! Fang Zi is an untold secret..."

Yuan Qinghang laughed and regretted: "I just asked casually. If Master can't find the materials in the future, just come to our Demon Sect to look for them. No money will be charged. After refining, just share a few with me!"

The little disciple of the Medicine Sect fled. Next to him, Shuang Jiang ran over with a food box and squinted at him: "Tricking people again. Is our Demon Sect short of this medicine?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and put the elixir into the storage bag: "First, people are kind, so I'm sorry if I don't accept it. Second, there is no such thing as a free king's meal in the world. We bleed and cry, and we didn't look for them. Asking for a gift is already magnanimous."

He raised his head, and said seriously to the little disciples who were listening sideways: "Go back and tell your elders, if you have money, you will contribute money, if you have power, you will contribute your energy. Don't say that our Demon Sect is at a disadvantage!"

The young disciples of Xianzong dispersed in a rush, all with bright expressions.

A group of people ran behind the rock, their faces flushed red: "He is so direct."

"I thought he would say something about being chivalrous and incumbent. This... really insults the gentleness of the immortal family."

"Wu Xiaoxian Jun, did you make a mistake? Is he from the Xian family..."

"Ah, I forgot, he is a member of the Demon Sect! Strange, why is he more like a member of the Immortal Sect than we are when he is mixed among us?"

Someone cautiously looked around and didn't see anyone from Shennong Valley, so he whispered: "Yes, look at that Li Qinghong, although he came back early to recognize his ancestors, but when I saw him, I felt that his face There are two words engraved on it."

"What word?"

"Demon sect!..."

Suddenly, someone said furtively: "Is it possible that Young Master Yuan Xiao always went in and out with Ning Xiaoxianjun in the past, so everyone would have this illusion?"

Everyone suddenly realized: "You are right!"

Everyone slowly quieted down, and after a while, someone said sadly: "I still remember the last time the two of them joined hands to fight against the old thief Shang. Although the end was very miserable, thinking about it, I still feel inexplicably excited."

"Yes. At that time, I didn't understand why he stabbed Xiaoxianjun Ning with a sword. Now that I think about it, he knew that he couldn't argue with his own words, so he simply took the grievances and deliberately pushed Ning Xiaoxianjun back to return his innocence. ?..."

A group of young disciples fell silent, and someone sighed for a long time: "So, I still feel that Young Master Yuan Xiao is more like a member of our Xianzong."

"But Xianjun Ning was heartbroken after all, that's why he disappeared completely?" Someone murmured, "Otherwise, why didn't he care about such a big thing happened to his sect?"

……

Shuang Jiang took out a few spiritual fruit snacks from the food box and placed them on a flat rock nearby. Yuan Qinghang comfortably faced the rising sun, and stretched out his hand to pick up a piece: "I'm about to rust from sleep. Where's Uncle Ji?"

Shuang Jiang said: "Ji Hufa was seriously injured, but he didn't want to seek treatment from the immortal doctor, so he went down the mountain overnight, saying that he wanted to find Li Hufa."

Yuan Qinghang was dumbfounded: "So tough? Brother Hong can't do it?"

Shuang Jiang nodded: "No way. Ji Hufa said that since the day he returned to Shennong Valley, there will be no such person in the Mozong."

Yuan Qinghang: "...What about me? Can't I treat him?"

Shuang Jiang gave him a blank look: "Don't you need to work hard to treat illnesses? How can Ji Hufa be willing to ask you to bother?"

Yuan Qinghang was completely speechless, and said dejectedly: "Aunt Hong is more capable than me, but isn't she also injured?"

Shuangjiang said angrily, "That hurt less than you. In short, Hufa Ji told you before leaving that you are not allowed to act rashly. What's the matter, wait until he discusses it with Hufa Li."

Yuan Qinghang said casually: "I know, look at me like this, I want to fight, but I can't fight."

He looked around and asked again, "Where is Mr. Yuwen?"

Shuang Jiang squinted at him: "What old man, just call him Grandpa."

Yuan Qinghang was startled, and whispered: "What, everyone knows?"

Shuangjiang snorted coldly: "When Hufa Ji was about to leave, she told me quietly. As for whether others know, it depends on whether the old man spread the word."

Yuan Qinghang scratched his head: "What about my grandfather?"

Shuang Jiang said: "Last night, I stayed by your side all night, and I went out early in the morning, saying that I was going to explore the spiritual veins and strengthen the defense."

Yuan Qinghang was anxious: "He is so old, why is he still so tired?"

After thinking about it, he couldn't sit still anymore, got up and ran to the edge of the cliff, and blew a long whistle towards the secluded valley.

Shuang Jiang opened his almond eyes: "What are you going to do again, little master?"

In the valley in the distance, a faint roar sounded from nowhere, a small black speck flew from far away in the sky, and it became bigger and bigger in the blink of an eye.

Compared with the previous few days, he has grown up rapidly again, his big eyes have become more piercing, and his neck has also become a bit slender.

Yuan Qinghang carefully rolled over on its back, and before Shuangjiang could react, he had already urged the little Gu carving to spread its wings and fly high, calling softly, "Sister Shuangjiang, I'm going to find Grandpa, I'll be right back!"

High in the sky, the strong wind is strong, he usually has a high level of cultivation, sitting on the Gu Eagle is naturally effortless, but at this moment, being blown by the strong wind, it is actually a bit difficult.

The little Gu Eagle also seemed to feel that the little master on his back was not in good condition, so he let out an uneasy cry, and slowly slowed down his flying speed.

Yuan Qinghang took out a qi-invigorating pill and swallowed it, and tightly hugged the slippery neck of the little Gu carving: "It's okay, fly quickly."

Only then did the little Gu Eagle speed up again, flapped its huge fleshy wings, and flew down the mountain range.

Yuan Qinghang frowned, looked down from the sky, and suddenly patted the side neck of the little Gu Eagle: "Over there!"

In the peace, there is only one place that is cloudy and cold. It is a place he is very familiar with, and it is also the only variable.

The cemetery of the Cangqiong faction is pressing the tail of the valley's spiritual veins.

For a long time, the corpses of the immortal kings of the past dynasties are buried here. Even if they were dignified and upright during their lifetime, this kind of cemetery will also be full of yin. If it is used for formation design, it is the easiest place to make killer moves.

He frowned slightly, feeling uneasy for some reason.

Yu Wenhan is a master of Shuzong, so he can't see the danger here, is he exploring here, checking for deficiencies and making up for omissions?

Looking at the coldness below, he stroked the small Gu Eagle's big ears, and said softly: "Go down."

The little Gu Eagle immediately understood what he meant, held his breath, carefully folded his wings, and landed outside the cemetery.

It was broad daylight, and the valley outside was sunny everywhere, but as soon as he approached the cemetery, his whole body felt a chill. Yuan Qinghang had injuries on his body, but now he had goose bumps on his arms.

He quietly waved his hand at the gu carving, left it outside, and slipped in from a corner without a sound.

The previous two visits were with Ning Duo, and both were late at night.

I don't know if it's because he was accompanied by Ning Duo in the past, so he didn't feel scary, but now he walks alone among the tombstones, but he only feels that the surroundings seem more frightening than the night.

It was obviously quiet and no one was alive, and there could be no living people. He stared at the shadowy cemetery, but suddenly there was an alarm bell in his heart.

No, in the dead air and ghost air, there is a strange green life, vaguely familiar, as if I have met it somewhere before.

And it became more and more vigorous, spreading around him little by little.

His footsteps were lighter, and his heartbeat accelerated quietly.

He walked around a group of tombstones of low-ranking monks, and his eyes narrowed.

——The front is more familiar, it is Zheng Yuan's tomb that I have visited twice.

His heart was beating faster and faster, and he felt that the pores all over his body seemed to be filled with that spooky green air.

Turning around a row of tombstones, a large area of ​​graves of high-ranking sword cultivators in the past is clearly in sight.

And his eyes suddenly tightened at this moment!

Beside countless tombstones, small dark green saplings emerged from the ground, spreading silently around at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The leaves began to grow one by one, and the buds were slowly pulled out.

...The locust tree, just like the locust tree in front of Zheng Yuan's grave that gave birth to a shocking corpse and made him break the ground, is evil and gloomy, full of vitality.

There was no one around, just endless growth going on, with some palpable malice.

Yuan Qinghang's cold sweat slowly seeped out, and when he walked to a small sapling, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled it up violently.

A blood-red talisman was nailed to the roots of the saplings, making those roots extremely lush, thick, white and strong.

Surprised and angry, Yuan Qinghang suddenly raised his hand, and a cluster of small flames flew towards the talisman, instantly burning the blood-red talisman clean.

As the talisman turned to ashes, the seedling of the locust tree suddenly withered, its roots withered, its branches and leaves drooped, and it seemed that it could no longer survive.

He was about to raise his hand to pull out the second plant, but suddenly he stopped.

From behind his back, a sharp determination quietly approached, and instantly stuck to his lower back.

"Young Master Yuan, disturbing the corpses is a very serious crime." A voice said quietly, "Aren't you afraid of being bitten into minced meat by the corpses?"