Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Wearing night clothes, he avoids the avenues connecting the elegant houses, and touches the back of each lighted guest room one by one.

Peeking into the window a few times, I can identify the decorations on the clothes of the guests inside, but they are all wrong.

He thought for a while, then bypassed this area, and walked towards another section of the mountain. When he came during the day, he remembered that there seemed to be a few independent courtyards in that area, scattered among the mountains and rivers.

When I approached and looked up, there were indeed sparse lights on, and it was obvious that someone lived inside.

As soon as I touched the second building, two maids with food boxes walked up to them. On the corners of their clothes, exquisite ganoderma patterns were impressively embroidered!

Yuan Qinghang turned over and hid behind the rocks in the yard, and waited for the two maids to walk away before quietly lifting himself up and onto the roof beam.

A piece of blue tiles was lifted silently, looking down from the top, the hall is spacious, and there are several people sitting at the table in the middle.

Although one of the teenagers couldn't see his face clearly, from the top of his head, he could just see the precious divine willow hairpin in his black and shiny hair. It was bright yellow in color and extremely eye-catching.

The only seedling favored by thousands of people in Shennong Valley, the biggest rival in the selection of the Medicine Sect tomorrow.

Mu Jiarong.

Just as he was about to carefully identify the people in the room, suddenly, a sudden sense of crisis emerged.

Without thinking, he soared into the sky and swept towards the distant roof.

But the sense of crisis did not diminish at all, and instantly turned into a hot and sharp sword intent, which surged behind him.

Like a shadow, it is monstrous and vast.

Yuan Qinghang swayed from left to right, and changed several escape directions, but the sword intent behind him did not leave half an inch.

After another breath, it had already touched the back of his neck, causing a layer of fine bumps.

The sword intent was attracted but not released, forcing him to stop slowly, and a white figure fell lightly behind him.

A voice was like a spring hitting jade, clear and chilling, it faintly rang in my ears.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you."

……

Yuan Qinghang took a deep breath, remained motionless, and raised one hand: "Xianjun, calm down, I'm just passing by, just lost my way."

The voice behind him remained unmoved, still cold: "Turn around."

Yuan Qinghang turned around slowly.

The bright moon is like a disc, hanging in the blue and black sky.

The faint moonlight poured down from the shoulder of the person opposite, like a piece of brocade, illuminating the shiny long sword in his hand, and even more illuminating a handsome face that dimmed the moonlight a bit.

Yuan Qinghang stared blankly at the young man in front of him, seeing the seemingly unfamiliar but familiar face, his heart suddenly thumped wildly.

The boy on the opposite side frowned, and the long sword in his hand still didn't leave his throat an inch: "I was passing by and lost my way, so I jumped on the roof to find my way?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at this face, and it took him a long time to settle down, and said: "Pass by, and find someone by the way."

The boy on the opposite side nodded slightly: "Who are you looking for? Tell me the name, and I will help you."

A smile appeared on Yuan Qinghang's lips: "It seems that I have found it, thank you Xiaoxianjun for your kindness."

The young man said indifferently: "Xiao Xianjun? Are you very old?"

Yuan Qinghang laughed more and more happily: "It's always older than you by ten or eight years old."

The boy on the opposite side looked at his appearance suspiciously, and seemed to be a little uncertain about his age, and frowned coldly: "Just now I was peeping around, and now I have found it?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Isn't it? When I saw Xiao Xianjun's charming demeanor, I felt that it was not important to find anyone."

These words are weird, and anyone who hears them will only find it frivolous and inexplicable, but his eyes are bright and open, as clear as water, and even his mediocre face seems to have become kind and lovable.

The young man's face turned cold, and his sword intent suddenly surged, approaching his throat a little bit closer: "You!..."

Yuan Qinghang's figure moved quickly, and he managed to avoid his sword's edge. He was about to make up a few more words with a smile, but a voice came from not far away.

A white figure jumped onto the roof and rushed towards this side at a high speed, while running, he shouted: "Where are you bastards, you dare to come to the place where the Kung Qiong School treats guests to play wild!"

In the quiet elegant house below, many people were also alarmed. The lights in the darkened rooms were turned on again, and people rushed out of the room one after another, looking around.

Yuan Qinghang secretly screamed badly in his heart, and quickly smiled at the young man opposite him: "Hey, are you applying for the Sword Sect Grand Competition or the Medicine Sect?"

The boy opposite was startled.

The person in front of him had an ordinary face, but his eyes were as bright as stars, he was smiling, and his tone of voice was casual and friendly.

Obviously there is no need to answer, but for some reason, he still spit out two words: "Jianzong."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "That's a pity, I can't meet you."

At the moment when they were answering, the man who was chasing him from a distance was several feet away, and he shouted proudly: "Where are you going, little thief!"

Yuan Qinghang looked at the galloping pursuers and sighed regretfully.

He glanced around from the corner of his eyes, and raised the white jade and black gold fan in his hand: "I'm leaving, will you come to see me for a competition tomorrow?"

Before the other party could answer, he chuckled, his wrists trembled violently, and a puff of green smoke sprayed out from the fan bone, covering the boundless night, and even covering his slender figure.

Dozens of dark phosphorous fires ignited, and the last came first. Half of them rushed at the young man opposite him, and the other half rushed at his companions chasing after him, with a menacing momentum that overwhelming the sky.

Phosphorous fires were dotted, and when the wind was blowing, the long sword in the young man's hand stabbed out rapidly, the sword light was everywhere, and the little phosphorous fires immediately went out. Just now they were blooming like spring flowers, and the next moment they were like cherry blossoms falling in March, ruined and scattered.

The phosphorous fire was extinguished, the blue smoke drifted away, and there was no one in front of them.

The boy who caught up to the room had handsome features and a tall and slender figure. He was none other than Shang Lang, a disciple of the Sky Sect who was patrolling nearby.

He flew and landed on the eaves, smashing several tiles with a bang.

"What demons and ghosts!" He frantically extinguished the last bit of phosphorous fire on his body, stomping his feet angrily, "Ah, bastard, you burned a few holes in my new clothes!"

Seeing his companion standing still for a long time, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes strangely: "Junior brother...junior brother?"

Ning Duo looked back lightly, for some reason, his mind was always thinking about the scene after the boy turned around.

Between the black hair, the strand of golden ring glowed brightly, just like the afterglow of the bright sun, flicking gently in the deep lake of memory.

The long sword in his hand clattered into its sheath: "This is a guest who came to participate in the Grand Competition."

Shang Lang was still annoyed: "Then what is he doing sneakily? Lying on the roof of Shennong Valley like this, I think it must be rape or robbery."

Ning Duo looked into the distance and shook his head for a while: "I didn't catch the current situation."

Shang Lang scratched his head: "Then wait until the next time you reveal your vest, and then kill him without leaving a piece of armor!"

Ning Duo frowned slightly, and jumped off the roof together with him. Someone had already arrived below, and the leader was Mu Jiarong, the young son of the Mu family. Seeing them, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over to greet them.

"The two senior brothers have worked hard, and they are still on patrol at such a late hour."

Although Mu Jiarong is the beloved son of the owner of the Shennong Valley, his eyes are higher than the top on weekdays, but the several big families usually have contacts. The two in front of him are Shang Lang, the grandson of the Supreme Master of the Sky School, and the other Ning Duo, the direct disciple of Ning Cheng, the head of the generation, also has an extraordinary status and a noble family background, so he naturally dare not neglect.

Shang Lang grinned and said: "Hello, Mr. Mu, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are so tall."

Mu Jiarong blushed slightly: "It's already very tall."

Shang Lang said: "I saw you for the first time when I was a child, you are only so young!"

He made a waist-high gesture with his hand: "That was your sixth birthday party, my master took me to your Mu's house, and I met you in the back garden——that's how tall you are."

With a bit of shame and anger on Mu Jiarong Junxiu's face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't remember."

But Shang Lang didn't let him go, he laughed loudly: "I remember very clearly, such a big little guy, sitting by the water and tinkering with herbs, we didn't notice it when we got close."

He patted Ning Duo: "You're here too. That time, Master just accepted you, and he happened to take you to Mu's house to explain the matter of apprenticeship again."

Ning Duo glanced at him lightly: "Yes, Young Master Mu was very focused at that time. You yelled behind him, which made him fall into the water all of a sudden."

It was really a mess, shocking the banquet.Although Mu Jiarong was caught quickly, Shang Lang was punished for it.

The teenagers hadn't seen each other for several years, and after chatting about old things like this, they finally became familiar and close again.

Shang Lang continued: "By the way, don't worry about what happened just now. My junior brother chased after him to check, and it seems that he is a kid from another family who came to Dabi. For the time being, there is no malice."

Before Mu Jiarong could speak, a senior brother beside him said triumphantly, "Needless to say, he must be afraid of our Shennong Valley and come to find out the truth."

This man has thin cheeks and is extremely tall. No one talked to him, but he kept chattering to himself: "Haha, it's ridiculous, what's the use of peeking like this at night? Our Shennonggu's methods and capabilities, even if they are displayed in front of him, He can't see anything."

Ning Duo lowered his eyes lightly, and before he could speak, the man approached him affectionately again: "Ning Xianjun, speaking of which, we have had fellowship before. Take care of our Mu family."

The words were neither fish nor fowl, Mu Jiarong frowned, with a little impatience and arrogance on his childish face: "Brother, what nonsense! Dabi speaks according to his own ability, why do people in Shennong Valley need anyone to take care of them?" ?”

He bowed slightly, and said to Ning Duo: "Don't pay attention to his nonsense. The master knows that you are now improving your cultivation, so he is more than happy."

Ning Duo bowed back and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Mu."

……

The Cang Qiong Sect is located in the Central Plains, in the beautiful Qianchong Mountain. It is the largest sect in the Sword Sect, especially in recent years.

It was a grand event for the Immortal Clan, and the Cang Qiong Sect had mobilized the strength of the entire sect many days ago to make sufficient preparations for this once-in-12-year competition.

Early in the morning, on the climbing platform dedicated to the competition, there were crowds of people, and the crowd was full of people.

The Dengyun Terrace is surrounded by mountains, and directly in front of it is the viewing platform. There are nearly a hundred compartments on the site, and it is already full of young talents from the Medicine Sect.

On the first day of the big competition, only 25 people were selected from the Medicine Sect and the Medicine Sect. The whole day was divided into three rounds.

On the tall viewing platform, the elders of the various families have already taken their seats, and there are two tables of chairmen in the middle. , both sitting on top.

Sitting on the other side is the Medicine Sect and the Medicine Sect who is in charge of today's Grand Competition.

Mu Anyang, the owner of Shennong Valley, and the hall owner of Baicao Peak sat side by side, and a highly respected doctor of casual practice was solemnly arranged in the middle.

Mu Anyang, the owner of Shennong Valley, is middle-aged, with a handsome and gentle appearance.

Originally, he was the second son of the clan, with a gentle temperament. He only loved planting medicine and raising grass on weekdays. During the war with the devil, he was seriously injured and died.

As a last resort, he was forced to inherit the position of the owner of the valley. For more than ten years, he has managed Shennong Valley in an orderly manner.

The other person beside him is also tall and has gentle eyes, it is his junior brother Mu Qinghui, who is the one who has a close personal relationship with Ning Cheng.

Mu Anyang was exchanging pleasantries with Ning Cheng at the moment: "Brother Ning has to take care of such a big fairy sect event at such a young age. These days must have been extremely hard."

Ning Cheng shook his head: "I'm ashamed to say that I don't have such an ability to plan strategies. From the formulation of the roster to the purchase of materials, to the arrangement of the process, it all depends on Brother Shang to manage behind the scenes."

Mu Anyang sighed softly: "Brother Shang's body...is fortunate to be able to recover to the present state."

Yu Wenhan, the old lord of the Shuzong next to him, also looked regretful: "Anyway, thanks to the early discovery, I saved a life from the traitor Ning Wanfeng."

Ning Cheng's expression was indifferent, except that the knuckles in his fingers holding the teacup turned slightly white: "Yeah...fortunately."

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Yuan Bao: (Nympho face) I found Xiao Qi today, and even molested Xiao Qi!

Shang Lang: (at a loss) Who is Xiao Qi?