Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Inside the Cangqiong Sect, everything was withered. From a distance, the peak of the mountain behind Qianzhong Mountain had been flattened, and most of the green hills and trees in the past were seriously damaged.

But the Chixia Palace finally stopped closing the gloomy red door as it did a few days ago.

At this moment, the Chixia Hall, the sunlight is projected from the high windows on both sides, and the suspicious bloodstains on the main hall have also been cleaned, and it has returned to the same clarity as before.

A group of young disciples of the Cang Qiong sect passed by the corridor outside, carrying food boxes and some daily necessities in their hands.

A disciple in the late stage of Foundation Establishment walked in front and whispered: "The urgent wound medicine sent by the Mu family has arrived, and you will send it to the seriously injured sects one by one according to the list later."

He turned his head to the other side and said: "The kitchen must keep up with the food, and the three meals a day must be supplemented with the panacea for replenishing qi. Don't miss it."

A group of young juniors around him looked sleepy, and someone whispered: "We are going to deliver supplies, and people look at us every day."

Someone responded: "It's fine to raise your eyebrows, someone spat on me last time."

The Foundation Establishment disciple looked sad: "Be patient, our Cangqiong Sect now..."

He paused, unable to speak any more.

After a while, someone whispered: "The resources in the gate have long been exhausted, and now so many people are here to recuperate and rest, and we have to pay for it. Can we sustain it?"

"Yeah, I heard people say that the Supreme Master... ah no, the old thief Shang has already exhausted the resources in the sect. The senior brother has been struggling to support these days, and he is exhausted. He has lost a lot of weight."

The Foundation Establishment disciple gritted his teeth: "What nonsense, senior brother will definitely think of a way, what's the use of panic, hurry up and do something!"

A group of young disciples dispersed in a hurry, and the foundation establishment disciple ran to the distant residence alone with the food box in his arms.

The small courtyard where Shang Lang and Ning Duo lived was not far away, they bypassed the apse and were in sight.

The little disciple stepped into the courtyard and called out respectfully: "Second Senior Brother?"

There seemed to be a rustling sound in the west wing, and suddenly there was a pause.After a while, Ning Duo's voice came in a hoarse voice: "Come in."

The little disciple opened the door and went in. The blue gauze curtain on the bed inside was drooping. Ning Duo was already half up, leaning against the head of the bed, with a soft silk cushion under his body, and his cold face was pale.

In front of the table in front of the window, the little young master of the demon sect was sitting in front of his chest. His face was picturesque, his eyes were like paint, his chin was obviously sharper than before, but for some reason, the sun shone on his face. Her delicate skin seemed to have a bright reddish tinge.

The little disciple was taken aback, and quickly saluted him: "Young Master Yuan, are you there?"

Yuan Qinghang coughed lightly, and his face seemed to be even redder: "Yes, I am helping Ning Xiaoxian to heal his illness."

The little disciple was extremely grateful: "Young Master Yuan Xiao has a benevolent medical skill, even though he is seriously injured, he still takes such trouble..."

Ning Duo leaned against the bed and said softly, "Put down the food box."

The little disciple hurriedly put the food box on the table in front of Yuan Qinghang: "Brother, take it easy."

Yuan Qinghang opened the food box, looked at the precious delicacies and a few pills inside, frowned and said, "Is it the same price for each family?"

The little disciple was startled, thinking that he was dissatisfied, and his eyes were red: "No, no... The Mu family said that we don't need to prepare, and they brought a lot of precious wound medicine to the senior brother. The same is true for Mr. Yuwen. A lot of supplies have been sent in person for emergency.”

Yuan Qinghang sighed softly, took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and wrote a few lines hastily on it: "Take this, and find my maid Sister Shuangjiang, she knows how to do it."

The little disciple took it and glanced at it, jumped up in shock, and hurriedly looked at Ning Duo: "This, this..."

Yuan Qinghang stared: "Look at what he does, this is what our young master of the Mozong gave you, Brother Shang, don't ask for his approval."

The little disciple ran out the door quickly, and Ning Duo leaned against the bed, frowning slightly: "How many things did you bring out?"

Yuan Qinghang ran over from the window with a smile, just like before, flicked his boots, got on the bed, and leaned against the bedside with him comfortably: "Not much, it's all my own wealth, and I didn't use the Mozong of."

He snapped his fingers and counted one by one: "Senior Yi Baiyi gave me a lot of precious medicinal materials before, and I kept them in my hands, but I didn't have a chance to use them. Also, my grandfather shared a lot of his personal savings with me. I will take them. Change some money."

He suddenly remembered something, and smiled slyly and triumphantly: "By the way, there are some magical secret weapons, where do you think they came from?"

He proudly nodded his nose: "I once took Miss Tantai as a hostage, forced that little fox Yu Wenli to give me his storage bag, and plundered him hard."

Ning Duo shook his head: "I heard that he also took a lot of the Yuwen family's belongings to help the disaster relief this time, and he is quite famous."

Yuan Qinghang didn't take it seriously: "My grandfather has been anxious about public affairs all his life, and if Yu Wenli wants to do this, he can't stop him."

After Shang Yuan's death, the immortal sects of the Zhu family suffered heavy casualties, and it was inconvenient for them to travel long distances for a while, so they had to temporarily stay in the Sky Sect to recuperate.

However, Ning Cheng had squandered the Cangqiong faction's wealth before, and Shang Yuan had consumed a lot of supplies after leaving the customs. Now there is only an empty shell left for the younger generation.

Ning Duo's golden elixir had just been broken and he was seriously injured. Ning Cheng's time was running out, and all the burdens fell on Shang Lang.

While arranging for his father's funeral, he had to rectify the sect, and he also had to take care of the wounded and injured of the various families who were stranded in the Cang Qiong sect. .

When it came to the things he searched from Yuwenli, Yuan Qinghang became a little depressed again: "Unfortunately, when I was dealing with Yuwenli Tantaiyun, it was the time when Mrs. Lin was killed in the mourning hall over there."

Ning Duo said softly, "Fortunately, Hufa Ji has avenged her now."

Yuan Qinghang smiled, turned his head to stare at him, suddenly mustered up courage, and quickly pecked him on the side of the face: "In short, fortunately, Xiao Qijun is very good. If you didn't pass by and rescued Uncle Ji, he would have something wrong. Even if I kill Tantai Minghao, I will be in pain for the rest of my life."

This sneak attack was quick and reckless, as if he was afraid of staying too long and he would never be able to move away, Ning Duo froze and turned to look at him.

The two were leaning side by side on the head of the bed, Ning Duo turned his face halfway like this, his deep eyes were like a deep lake, and his high nose bridge was close at hand.

Yuan Qinghang tilted his head back guiltily, his face blushing: "..."

Ning Duo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and it took a long time before he moved his handsome face back a little, his long eyelashes drooping down, covering his sparkling eyes: "...don't give me everything."

Seeing his jade-like cheeks in front of his eyes, Yuan Qinghang was beating wildly in his heart. Seeing that he finally moved his face away, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he was faintly disappointed in his heart.

He swallowed his saliva lightly, touched his nose: "...Who gave it to you? I gave it to Shang Lang, he is too miserable. Besides, I keep the money and other things in the storage bag I don’t need it here, is it like Duoduo, who keeps watch every day and counts pebbles for fun?”

In the corner, there was a "squeak" sound immediately.

The little dream-making beast was taking a nap, when it suddenly heard Yuan Qinghang calling its name, it woke up immediately, walked familiarly with its short legs, jumped onto the bed, and looked for the bed between Ning Duo and Yuan Qinghang's legs. He took a seat and lay down comfortably.

Before Ning captured the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb last time, he was afraid that he would never get out again, so he left it to Li Hongling in advance, and it has been sent back these days.

When he came back, Yuan Qinghang had just fed Ning Duo the last Jiuzhen Soul Renewing Pill, the medicine was very effective, no matter how much Duoduo jumped around, Ning Duo would not wake up, the little thing was so frightened that he was full of pain. Thinking that Ning Duo was going to die, he shed a lot of tears "patapata".

Yuan Qinghang rubbed Duoduo's neck, and suddenly smiled: "When you were in a coma a few days ago, do you know what it did?"

Ning Duo asked, "What?"

The more Yuan Qinghang thought about it, the more funny it became: "It thought you were going to die, and while dropping the golden beans, it pulled out all the pebbles it had hidden, and piled them next to your pillow!"

Ning Duo smiled slightly, and looked down at the little dream-making beast: "It's mad at me for snatching two stones from it. Why, seeing that I'm dying, can you build me a grave?"

Yuan Qinghang stared: "Bah, bah, bah! Tong Yan Wuji, what nonsense is unlucky!"

He murmured: "It wants to tell you that as long as you wake up, even if you rob it of its beautiful stone, it will give it to you."

Ning Duo bowed his head in silence, and suddenly said: "At that time, I seemed to be a little conscious."

He said leisurely: "I heard Duoduo screaming, and I also heard someone crying. While crying, they were talking to me at the same time."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly opened his eyes wide, blushed, and stuttered: "How, how is it possible?... You are like that, the golden core is broken, and the meridians are damaged. If it is not for the Jiuzhen Soul Renewing Pill to hang your life... What? Might be audible!"

Ning Duo frowned: "Really. I seem to hear someone crying in my ear saying that if something happens to me...he won't be alive anymore, so he might as well go back to another world."

He turned his head: "Where is that?...Are you going to take my dead body to the small world of the Thousand Blades?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at him, got up suddenly, and jumped off the bed: "You are seriously injured and have a fever! I have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations..."

The belt on his body was a little loose for some reason, and was pressed down by Ning Duo's legs. With such a wild jump, his body was tilted, not only failed to get off the ground, but fell to the side of the bed with a "bang".

Ning Duo stretched out his arm and caught him firmly.

"Aren't you hurt?" He said in a low voice, "Dancing so happily."

Yuan Qinghang blushed: "It's much better than you anyway."

After a while he said again: "Let me go."

The body is held so tightly, the legs are dangling by the bed, not falling, the whole weight is on the waist, the whole body seems to be hot and stiff, is it about to cramp, okay? ! ...

The room was quiet, the branches of the willow tree in the yard swayed lightly, the shadow of the tree was printed in front of the window, and the breeze was gentle.

Duoduo cocked his ears and opened his eyes in a daze.

Looking up at the two motionless people, it got up nervously and circled around them.

Ning Duo did not look sideways, grabbed it with his hands, and stuffed it into the storage bag next to it.

Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth, struggling to get out of his arms, and murmured in a messy low voice: "...don't abuse small animals, let them out."

Ning Duo leaned to one side, blocked the edge of the bed intentionally or unintentionally, raised his arm lightly, and shackled him in the crook of his arm.

He looked down at Yuan Qinghang, and said in a low voice: "...If you don't lock it up, it will breathe on me every night."

Yuan Qinghang said strangely: "It treats you well, it sprays sweet dreams! You are recuperating, what's wrong with having sweet dreams?"

Ning Duo remained silent, his eyelashes trembled rapidly, his handsome face was so red that it seemed to bleed: "Not good."

Yuan Qinghang was inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

Ning Duo raised his eyes and stared at him quietly, his handsome face slowly lowered, but he didn't say a word.

Yuan Qinghang's heart beat wildly, his body seemed to lose all strength suddenly, his eyes were watery, full of fear and anticipation, and he glanced at Ning Duo.

When Ning Duo met his eyes, the color of his eyes suddenly darkened, and he let out a very deep hum from his throat, but he didn't make any further movements.

Yuan Qinghang raised his eyes, seeing his expression of trying to endure, his heart softened.

Not knowing where the courage came from, or what kind of blessing came from his heart, he raised his hand and gently stroked Ning Duo's Adam's apple with his finger: "Got it. Did you have a strange dream?..."

This sentence was like cooking oil in a raging fire, blooming with flowers, Ning Duo finally couldn't take it anymore, reached out and grabbed his dishonest hands, pulled them up fiercely, and locked them on top of his head.

The next moment, his slightly hot lips pressed down and imprinted on the lips of the person below him...