Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ten years passed like lightning.

This year, the 12-year Immortal Gate Trial Competition finally came to open again.

All outstanding disciples of the younger generation who win the big competition can get a small number of places to go to Wanren Tomb.

And in the Tomb of Thousand Blades, there are countless soldier souls hidden, and those who are destined can get the chance to choose ancient divine weapons, or find fragments of soldier souls, and fuse them into their own weapons.

On this day, at the foot of the Qianzhong Mountain where the Cangqiong Sect was located, there was an endless stream of disciples from various sects of the Immortal Sect, and the crowds were crowded.

On the vast and spacious Fengfeng Terrace, there are evergreen pines and cypresses all around, and the fairy grass is overcast.

The three long lines separated one by one, and the children of each family lined up in order, waiting for the register to be registered.

At the front of the queue on the left, four gold characters "Medical School and Medicine School" flashed;

The queue on the right is the same four words "Shu Zong Yu Zong";

The queue in the middle is the longest, and the boys and girls standing in it are the most energetic and arrogant.

——"Wu Zong Jian Zong"!

At the end of the line on the left, several young people were wearing dark blue short robes and white belts around their waists. They looked at the next door enviously: "It's better to practice martial arts. Among the [-] places, Wu Zong takes up half of them."

One of the round-faced girls had dimples on her face, she described her as cute, and said with a smile, "You don't even look at how many sword sects and sword sects there are in the world. Spread over each sect, the number of places is even less than that of our medicine sect."

"That's right, in the case of the big sect, one family can occupy several spots."

While they were chatting, they heard a clear voice behind them, asking with a smile, "How do you account for it? Could it be that if you don't participate in the competition, you won't be promoted directly?"

When everyone turned their heads, they saw two new teenagers who were at the end of the line.

A young man dressed in ordinary sackcloth, with ordinary eyebrows and a smile on his face, has only a pair of black and white eyes, which are extraordinarily bright and energetic.

All over her body, there is only a golden ring tied between her jet-black hair. The style is very simple, but it shines brightly.

In addition, even the fan in his hand is particularly eye-catching.

It has a white jade fan handle, fine steel fan bones, and the fan surface is covered with soft satin of unknown material, faintly black and dotted with golden sand, and when it is shaken, the golden sand shimmers slightly, like a living thing.

And his hand holding the handle of the white jade fan seemed to be boneless, and when it shook, it looked even more slender and beautiful, as if it was not much better than that beautiful jade.

Standing beside him was another boy, wearing the same linen attire as him, apparently from the same sect.

But this young man's appearance is first-class, with a delicate and delicate face, which seems to be smaller than the female cultivator next to him, and his skin is as white and delicate as jade. Standing behind the young man, when he raises his head occasionally, his eyes are dark black.

Seeing everyone turning their heads back, the mediocre young man smiled even more: "Hello, my fellow lords, my junior brother and I came from Yiling in the south, so we don't know much about the sects of the Central Plains, please forgive me."

Several disciples of the Medicine Sect looked at the linen clothes and accessories on their bodies, and they understood in their hearts: they are indeed small sects from a barbarian land, no wonder they don't understand anything.

But this young man has a friendly smile and is polite, so there are some people who are willing to answer enthusiastically: "Yes, for example, this time it is the turn of the Cangqiong faction to host the big competition, and their family will have a recommended place, and the rest will be the swordsmen of each school. Zongdao Zongfen."

The young man who asked the question raised his eyebrows, showing a little curiosity: "Who is the most outstanding disciple of the new generation in the Cangqiong Sect?"

"You don't even know this? That's naturally Ning Duo, a disciple of Xianjun Ningcheng. It is said that he is a rare genius. He has formed a golden core two years ago, and it is said that he is about to break through to the mid-term solidification state!"

The boy's bright eyes widened: "...Wow?"

As if exclaiming was not enough, he added after a while: "Ha!"

The dimpled girl on the opposite side saw his dull eyes, and smiled "puchi": "In the past two years, all the sword sects have spread. At the age of 15, he was officially bestowed with a sword by his master."

For some reason, the young man seemed to be in a daze, and he sighed softly after a while.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly the disciples of the Medicine Sect around him winked: "Here we come, people from Shennong Valley."

All the disciples held their breaths and looked at a group of people coming from a distance.

All of them were dressed in light green robes with Ganoderma lucidum patterns embroidered on the corners of their clothes, each with a sharp sword hanging from their bodies, except for the young master who was the leader, who was dressed differently.

The same green robe, but the color is bright emerald green. There is a silver silk belt around the waist, and a light yellow willow hairpin in the hairpin. Childish, with a hint of arrogance that cannot be concealed between his brows.

The group of people didn't come to the end of the line at all, surrounded the young master, went straight through the crowd, and went to the front.

The junior brother next to the boy kept his eyes on him, watching the pedestrian walk away, and suddenly asked, "Don't they need to line up?"

Someone next to him hissed softly: "Keep your voice down, that's Shennong Valley. It's the biggest sect in the Medicine Sect. What kind of line are you in?"

He looked at the young master's back from a distance: "Who is the leader?"

"Mu Jiarong, the young master of Shennong Valley!" The people next to him gossiped enthusiastically, "Mugu's only seedling is only 16 years old. By the way, I heard that he was originally recommended to be recommended, but he had to end up in a competition."

The person next to him laughed softly: "A child has a heart, and wants to make a name for himself early!"

The beautiful little junior brother's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said: "He is so young that he is in such a hurry to get out for a walk, isn't the family afraid that he will die early?"

A group of people were stunned, and turned to look at him, but saw that his beautiful face had a normal expression, and there was no trace of malice, as if he was just talking casually.

But that's what makes it scary.

The senior beside him coughed quickly: "Haha, the folk customs in our southern border are simple and honest, my little junior has always been open-minded, don't blame everyone."

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and carefully moved away from the two of them: Shun Pu is a ghost, this is called Shun Pu, there will be no bad embryos in that day!

The smiling boy stretched his slender neck and looked towards Shennong Valley with all his strength, his feet moved lightly, as if he wanted to chase after him.

The vicious little brother leaned close to his ear and said softly: "Brother Young Master, I'll go with you, and poison that young master to death by the way."

It turned out that the ordinary-looking boy was the disguised Yuan Qinghang.He gave Li Qinghong a hard look, and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Terrible, although this child had a surly personality when he was a child, he didn't want to kill people so easily.I haven't seen it for several years, and I can't twist it. It seems to be very crooked!

Woohoo... Such a mobile poison pot must be kept under pressure at all times, and it must not be allowed to leak bad water out.

The two moved forward with the line, and soon they were in line.

Yuan Qinghang handed over the keepsake jade card in his hand, and said to the registered disciples: "Southern Border Medicine Sect, Seven Poison Sects."

He pointed to the young man beside him: "My name is Li Qing, and my junior brother is Li Hong."

The reception disciple looked in the roster and handed him a key: "Two recommended places from the Guimen Sect. During the competition, stay in the elegant room on the west side of Songzhuyuan."

Yuan Qinghang did not leave, and said with a smile: "Please register again, the Dabi at Shuzong, we both want to try too."

The Jianzong disciple who was in charge of the registration was stunned, and someone next to him poked his head over, as if looking at a fool: "Little brother, don't blame me for being talkative. You can report what you are good at. Do you think it is luck?"

Yuan Qinghang said with a bitter face: "I know a little bit of medical skills and a little bit of talisman formation, but they are all half a bottle of vinegar. Two more reports, in case which side can get the bottom place?"

All the people who had registered burst into laughter, and the disciples who received them had no choice but to register them both.

Yuan Qinghang accepted the key with a smile, followed the people in front of him down the Fengfeng Terrace, passed through a small mountain peak with splashes of cloth, and came to a complex of buildings.

As expected of a super sect with a rich family background, there are more than a hundred sets of elegant houses for receiving distant guests, with white walls and blue tiles, which are nestled in a quiet and elegant greenery according to the mountain situation.

Yashe was big and small, early on there were outer sect disciples from the Kung Qiong Sect to greet them, all of them had good looks, with a little arrogance in their expressions.

The Seven Poisons Sect belonged to a small sect in the distance, so their residence was naturally the smallest. They lived in an elegant house with the other two small sects, and they shared a spacious west wing room.

Take out the key and go in, there are surprisingly several people at the table of the Eight Immortals inside!

A middle-aged woman was sitting, with an old face but a slender figure, and two pretty maidservants stood behind her.

Yuan Qinghang rushed over with a stride, smiled and shouted at the woman: "Aunt Hong!"

Li Qinghong also called out: "Mother."

A faint smile appeared in the woman's beautiful eyes, and she beckoned: "Come, sit down."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and called to the two maidservants behind her: "Sister Shuangjiang, Sister Guyu, long time no see."

Shuang Jiang's eye circles were red: "Young Master..."

When Yuan Qinghang left with Ji Banxia ten years ago, he did not bring his maidservant there. Shuang Jiang served him since he was a child, so he was naturally worried. When he parted, he was a small child. When we meet again today, he is already a tall and handsome young man.

Li Hongling sized him up a few times: "It's not the young master now, he's so much taller."

Yuan Qinghang stared at her and smiled slightly: "But Aunt Hong hasn't changed at all."

Li Hongling said: "I have learned a lot from Ji Banxia's side, and I can speak glibly."

Yuan Qinghang poured her a cup of tea affectionately: "Uncle Ji is old-fashioned and talkative, how could he teach me this? I'm telling the truth."

Li Hongling glanced at him, stretched out her hand, and peeled off a mask as thin as a cicada's wings on her face, revealing a face as beautiful as Mingxia.

After cultivating to the level above Jindan, aging will be much slower. Li Hongling prides herself on her beauty, and pays more attention to her appearance maintenance than ordinary people. Sure enough, ten years have been the same, her beauty is the same as before.

Behind her, Shuang Jiang said: "The young master also took off the mask."

Li Hongling frowned: "No way. After all, he met Ning Cheng and Mu Qinghui before."

Even though it happened ten years ago, even if it is only a little like when I was a child, I can't take risks.

Li Hongling said: "Those people from the Seven Poison Sect who came to participate in the competition have already been eliminated by your uncle Ji. The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and no one came to ask for proof. Just rest assured and pretend to be bold."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Okay."

Li Hongling glanced at him: "Sure enough, Ji Banxia has taught you well, and the habits of those mothers-in-law have changed?"

Yuan Qinghang said nonchalantly: "Uncle Ji wants to kill, probably he should really kill him."

Next to him, Li Qinghong looked at him in surprise, his eyelashes flickered, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Li Hongling said again: "Tomorrow's first big competition, the two of you are free to use your hands and feet. What you are fighting for is not only the entrance to the Wanren Tomb, but also the prize for winning the Medicine Sect Grand Competition, let alone let you go."

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Even if I can't do it, brother Hong can definitely do it."

Li Hongling said coldly: "What do you mean it can't be done? Are there fewer medical manuals and classics I sent, or is it not enough for me to guide you for one month every year?"

Yuan Qinghang laughed: "That's right, that's right, Brother Hong gets the first place, and I'll be second."

Li Hongling spat: "Don't worry about it, do you really think that the people in Shennong Valley are all idiots?"

She turned her head to look at her son, and said lightly: "If you can't beat the Mu family, you don't have to come back to see me."

Li Qinghong lowered his head and responded softly: "Understood, mother."

Li Hongling stared at him, and slowly said: "Don't forget your identity, remember to assist the young master, and obey his orders in everything."

……

Li Hongling sat for a while longer, then got up and left with Shuang Jiang and Gu Yu.

Someone brought food outside, Yuan Qinghang and Li Qinghong ate in the room and rested early.

The two were separated for nearly ten years, and Li Qinghong followed Li Hongling to visit a few times in the middle, but each time they came and went in a hurry, and the two childhood playmates became increasingly estranged.

This time they can finally walk together, Yuan Qinghang is naturally very happy, the two of them gradually became familiar with each other during the few days on the way here.

There were two beds in the room, and the bedding smelled of flowers and trees. Yuan Qinghang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

After a while, Li Qinghong who was on the bed beside him said: "Brother Young Master is thinking about that little medicine boy again."

Yuan Qinghang did not hide anything, and said excitedly: "After all, he is the only acquaintance. Brother Hong, do you think that Mu Xiaoqi is in that group of people?"

Li Qinghong didn't say a word, he stared at the roof with his pitch-black eyes open, a poisonous needle in his hand turned back and forth, faintly emitting a cold light.

Yuan Qinghang didn't feel any difference, and said again: "I said he must be there. He built the foundation at such a young age, there is no reason why he should not be selected to participate in the competition."

Li Qinghong smiled softly, a little strangely: "It's also the enemy's family who came."

Yuan Qinghang touched the bracelet on his wrist, hey hey: "He will not be my enemy."

Li Qinghong said sourly: "You are almost tortured to death by you, he won't hold grudges?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled to himself for a while, then suddenly said: "He looks handsome, I can definitely recognize him at a glance."

Li Qinghong gritted his teeth secretly in the darkness: "Men have eighteen changes, and most of them become ugly when they grow up."

Yuan Qinghang propped his chin on the bed: "Not really. Brother Hong is getting better and better."

To be honest, Li Qinghong when he grows up is indeed much more beautiful than when he was a child.

Xiaoguazi's face has grown, and her pale complexion when she was young is now moist and crystal clear. Except for her eyes, which are a little bottomless and unapproachable, standing casually in the crowd, she is a handsome young man, and it is hard not to be noticed.

The poisonous needle on Li Qinghong's fingertip finally flickered lightly, and he put it away.

He said in a low voice: "Young master brother is really good-looking."

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, two big men are lying on the bed and complimenting each other, it seems a bit shameless."

Li Qinghong didn't speak anymore, and he started to breathe evenly for a long time.

The moonlight is melting, and there is an unfamiliar fragrance of flowers floating around. Looking out of the small exquisite window, one after another, elegant homes of fairy houses stand quietly in the mountains, and some rooms are still dimly lit.

With Yuan Qinghang's hand, he quietly touched the simple round bracelet hidden in his sleeve.

The magic weapon naturally became thicker with his wrist, and it stuck perfectly on his wrist.As he exhales and inhales, it warmly nourishes his spiritual veins, and has been doing so for many years.

He waited for a while, turned over and got out of bed secretly, grabbed the mask and put it on his face.

The author has something to say:

Yuan Bao: I'm going to meet my little friend late at night!

Xiao Qi: I don’t know you, you look so ugly, my little devil is more beautiful than you!